Tic Tac Death, Tic Tac Death

Time is just an excuse for god
to justify one's death.

Obliged To Divulge...

Life is not as hard as some make it seem.
The main topics are very clear;

Woman wants man,
Man tries to stay bachelor,
Woman gets man,
Woman gets baby,
Man dies
& They happily live ever after.

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Men are the known victims of this beyond Shakespeare tragedy called life but still they play along & get along with their unfortunate role. But why is that so? Are men nut-heads or something?

Men as the more emotional gender of the two, do try to maintain their individuality as long as possible but it comes a time in each man's life when he feels lonely. Father Loneliness is the big boss behind this unavoidable plot. When men grow tired of being with their male friends or are left with no still-single friends, they sit thinking one day in the tub or maybe one night in bed, that they need someone to be there when they come home, someone whom even with her constant naggings, they know would be there for them when they need help and more than any other reason perhaps, someone whom they can offer their masculine love to. That is when all half-wit guys decide to wear THE RING & no matter WHEN that day comes, when it comes a guy chooses one of the possible companions in range & present in his life on that special day.

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Footnote 1: In order to avoid shocks, buy calenders to check if your "D-Day" is listed.

Footnote 2: Girls, if you like or most probably love a guy, make sure you'ld be there when his "D-Day" comes!

Footnote 3: There is no such thing as a wise guy as a naive girl is also a myth.

Be Sweet, Do Not Sweat

You'll be rewarded if you do a good job?

That surely is a myth. Rewards go only to the ones who know the way to present their charm & empathy to the boss or just to cut the euphemism, flatter the big guy better! Flattery gets you nowhere is a total misleading sign on the road my friend. There actually is nowhere where flattery can't take you. It is more like the whole world is a big apple, we are only living to polish!

Axe, Nivea, Adidas...

I doubt that the feared element
about hell is its extraordinary untolerable heat.
It must only be the excessive continious
sweat-smell of the people there, that kills.

Imagine there was no Time-Limit

The judge did not even look up at the monkey when he read his sentence. 19 months of home-work detention for the moneky in Donkeyland.
The monkey packed his stuff, leafed through the calender & found his release date, marked it and wrote in red, if I shall live to see this day, I shall comit suicide. For the monkey I will be then, is a lonely soul with no firends, no past & no future who will no longer know how to speak in Monkeyish nor Donkeyish.
The calender was closed, hopes drained & another soul gone to waste.
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Setting your computer's date to two years later now might just be 2 clicks away
but knowing your life will be wasted & you must tolerate every torturing
moment of an imprisonment-like period for two years with no
improvements in your knowledge, bank account,... is way too much!

The space-suit feeling

It sometimes comes to me that death itself can be a more distant form of participation in the continuing history of the world. A simultanous presence and absence while the presidents take the same shameful decisions & friends go on giggling over someone who is no longer you. For a period in the space of time I can imagine what it will be like to be a ghost and walk forever through a silence deeper than silence, to apprehend but never quite reach the lights of home.

Surpassing an ass-burn

What is it with this world??

Almost always, in a fire,

the ones who try to act like water,

end up as ash, blown away by the fire-stimulators!!!

The Infallible Hand In Glove Ploy

The monkey had been outstandingly obediant.
He had fullfilled each and every task he had been told.
Woken up to the greetings of his grand radio set, brushed his teeth with the newly-widely-advertised tootbrush & toothpaste, he was searching T.V channels to find a problem he could solve & practice his math with.
And then the T.V sang;

- $100 million it is, the estimated amount that Gap, Apple & Motorolla have spent on marketing the RED campaign, launched a year ago to benefit the Global Fund to Fight AIDS, tuberculosis & Malaria.

- $18 million, amount the RED campaign has raised worldwide.

Calculate who has really benefitted.

The monkey's eyes rolled over for a while, then in a gorgeous immitation of normality, he put his pencil down, pretended he had to pee and quietly left the room.
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The Beauty of Execution

What I don't get about executions is the presence of a doctor
& the physical examinations before the act is performed!
I mean hey there are only two possible conditions:

1. Normal Heart rate; the convict does not fear the process

2. Ferrari-paced heart rate; the convict might wet the floor soon.

& then in the end they kill the guy anyway when it is declared he is perfectly healthy!

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Yet again, there seems to be some sort of misunderstanding-the-doctor situation.
First of all, the healthy are legitimate to be killed while the sick are sometimes excused!
Secondly, the young are no-doubters on the line while the old might be forgiven!
Thirdly, when the doctor declares someone sane, he is a gonner while if insane can shake off the sentence!

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What is all the CPR, Emergency detoxication & saving-life-efforts for
when a death-sentenced convict commits suicide???

Ineluctable Obduracy

The beauty of wearing glasses is that you can choose, limit or extend your visual field & visual power at will.

Now my eyes swim behind the oval lenses of my new see-through glasses instead of my old ones which had frosted glasses through which strangers could only be seen but not identified.

The difference now, is that I can identify people well enough if necessary but have deliberately chosen not to see them at all.

Tree How n' Dread

297, 298, 299, ,301, 302, 303

Genie!! I want a fourth wish dude!!

There are moments in your life when you literally
feel the hidden pain in lonliness deep in your bones.
You stay up the whole night, crying and praying for the lonliness to end.
Then the next morning you find your wish granted
and yourself among people who are speaking in a language
you don't speak nor understand & they are not speaking to you either.
Then you feel a deeper pain, wishing for the lonliness to return
and heal your now deeper wound.
I wish for lonliness to take me in his warm arms
and set me free from this place I feel alienated.
If your father is Mr. Lonliness shouldn't you also be a Mr. Lonliness?????

Installements of the uninstalled...

There is a period, God's presence is not strongly felt!
I wonder which company has expelled him lately.
Airbus? Ford? GM??

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Let's talk Jack,
Here are the sizzling nondescript topics of the day;
Financial growth, cutting jobs, Casinos, strip clubs, illegal immigration & war.
The choice is all yours dude. ALL YOURS!!

Nightmare Plus (version 13.13)

Exile, is what I get at this age.
Behind, is where I have to leave all I have achieved.
My castles are burnt to ground,
my Waterloo has been forced upon me &
now Napoleon is among the few feeling my loss.
Farewell, civilised world.

Physics of Mentality in a Mental Planet

There are loads of triggers & stimulations
that continously & simultanously bug my patience.
But I suspect my recent impatience is in no way
in connection with them but somehow related to
my "patience contraction" due to the freezing winter days.
There must be a relationship, musn't it??