Lack of closure can cause havoc!
Chapter 1 - Closure
2.15 am. Friday the 28th. Circa 2006.
Just another day in the life of just another life among the 4 billion or so of the homo sapien variety dotting a blue green planet in the galaxy that could be invaded or is at least being reconnitred by beings from red or purple planets at this very moment as this is being keyed in.
Now is this passage from Page 21 of one of the billion or so writers whose work is grabbing mindshare and would I have to issue an unconditional apology to a non-existent reading public, to the service provider and above all to the little weasel who did a web crawl and found out that this post reeked of plagiarism? Well, guess that is the prerogative only of the Harvard sophomores with a $500,000 advance for not one but 2 books about women who're named after semi-precious stones and apparently get a life only when they're kissed (sic!). What's Harvard's take on the issue? Mum's the word for now.
Be that as it may, this ain't a post about young, talented whatchamacallit authors who seemed to have it made but er....about closure.
See, this started off quite well but I lost steam somewhere and so there goes my $ 100 advance which might be imaginary and I'm just pegging this post at such a sum to suit my own presumptous self that it could be worth at least that much on e-bay which incidentally sparks off an idea - can blog posts be auctioned on e-bay? What the hell, there's no harm in trying. There's a first for everything and all that Ray. Ray? Just a moniker and a substitute for jazz and inspired after seeing the movie Ray where he's billed as one of the all time jazz and R & B greats so it sounds nice when you say and all that Ray with a capital R. Ray of sunshine and Ray of hope and Ray of light and then some more...Hit the Road Jack, n don't come back no more no more no more no more hit the road Jack n don't come back no more!!!!!!!
Thank you Blog. I'll get back to sleep now.
I needed to vent some spleen. I needed closure. I needed to feel ok. I needed to get some sleep.
Homily Ch 1, ci 06 - Life is full of those who give and those who take. How much ever you evolve in your study of human behaviour and patterns, humans will never cease to take you by the jugular when it comes to springing unpleasant surprises.
Be prepared to be surprised. Be prepared to hate. Be prepared to forgive. Be prepared to evolve.
(Yeah! I think I've started a book, yeah yeah yeah! Close your eyes, free your body and see me floating away on a little bit of ether coloured white and then as I float away, away, away, my airship encounters a bird hit, or is it? Stung! Is it a bird, another plane or a giant....hold your breath! AMOSQUITO? PLONK!!!!! Back to Earth.)
2.15 am. Friday the 28th. Circa 2006.
Just another day in the life of just another life among the 4 billion or so of the homo sapien variety dotting a blue green planet in the galaxy that could be invaded or is at least being reconnitred by beings from red or purple planets at this very moment as this is being keyed in.
Now is this passage from Page 21 of one of the billion or so writers whose work is grabbing mindshare and would I have to issue an unconditional apology to a non-existent reading public, to the service provider and above all to the little weasel who did a web crawl and found out that this post reeked of plagiarism? Well, guess that is the prerogative only of the Harvard sophomores with a $500,000 advance for not one but 2 books about women who're named after semi-precious stones and apparently get a life only when they're kissed (sic!). What's Harvard's take on the issue? Mum's the word for now.
Be that as it may, this ain't a post about young, talented whatchamacallit authors who seemed to have it made but er....about closure.
See, this started off quite well but I lost steam somewhere and so there goes my $ 100 advance which might be imaginary and I'm just pegging this post at such a sum to suit my own presumptous self that it could be worth at least that much on e-bay which incidentally sparks off an idea - can blog posts be auctioned on e-bay? What the hell, there's no harm in trying. There's a first for everything and all that Ray. Ray? Just a moniker and a substitute for jazz and inspired after seeing the movie Ray where he's billed as one of the all time jazz and R & B greats so it sounds nice when you say and all that Ray with a capital R. Ray of sunshine and Ray of hope and Ray of light and then some more...Hit the Road Jack, n don't come back no more no more no more no more hit the road Jack n don't come back no more!!!!!!!
Thank you Blog. I'll get back to sleep now.
I needed to vent some spleen. I needed closure. I needed to feel ok. I needed to get some sleep.
Homily Ch 1, ci 06 - Life is full of those who give and those who take. How much ever you evolve in your study of human behaviour and patterns, humans will never cease to take you by the jugular when it comes to springing unpleasant surprises.
Be prepared to be surprised. Be prepared to hate. Be prepared to forgive. Be prepared to evolve.
(Yeah! I think I've started a book, yeah yeah yeah! Close your eyes, free your body and see me floating away on a little bit of ether coloured white and then as I float away, away, away, my airship encounters a bird hit, or is it? Stung! Is it a bird, another plane or a giant....hold your breath! AMOSQUITO? PLONK!!!!! Back to Earth.)
posted by Livin @ 4/28/2006 02:27:00 AM
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