Archives for June 2017

Digital Minds and the Circumstantial Marmalade had ten years of extraordinary success.

Everyone has heard of them, everyone – even you, but you may have temporarily forgotten…

They sang the much copied and “versioned”  popular crowd-rousing anthem ” It’s Yours Already and We Got it All – For Love” .

So good and crowd rousing in fact, that in most political elections both or all prospective leaders would play it as the opening and closing mood-changer at their rallies.

We remember them fondly as they do airport music version, chamber orchestra versions and violin versions, of all their old hit songs.

What a blueprint!
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A festival of indelible ink and old fashioned pencils.

Fashion is not part of this event.

Everything people say is being written for permanent record on metallic cylinders which will form the basis of a time capsule.

I will try hard not to “choose my words wisely” – I really don’t want the citizens of the year 2090 who will open the capsule, to be bored beyond belief.

A joke…. perhaps the idea of people laughing for ages, ages from now, that’d be good.

One second away from the Alamo.

2 days to be lucky.

No roads.

Tracks of dubious pedigree.

Considering the news. Adding views.

Lava flowing slowly out from the center of the island down to the depths of the ocean.

A garland of flowers in welcome and pineapples not to be consumed.

If you listen to me, I’ll listen to you. We’ll both have questions and then we will part with answers, more laughter, understanding, and friendship.

Disparate beauties and the marshmallows of outer space.

Perhaps this would be another epic movie that would redefine a genre for several decades.

We have algorithm soup and the daredevils of digital display to contend with.

Once upon a time… shall we begin again?

The malleability of fiction may only be exceeded by the most plastic of theories and results in the pursuit of the ultimate physics.

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The sign on the hill.

“We use only the best oils….once”…

The rest of the sign was obscured by the new Ritz Grand Charleton Indignation Hotel’s 38-floor edifice.

Was it, therefore, talking about oil changes for cars or, fast food fried oh so well?

The chance of being in that part of the city again is minimal. Tempting as it is to go back and reveal the next words.

Yet I feel, one day we will find the truth.

And, after all, I am trying to be less influenced by incidental interruptions to my highly intellectual thinking!