Archives for 2017

Sitting in the middle of the fountain seemed uncomfortable.

It looked it.

However the representative of the confederation of real manufacturers seemed to always pull a stunt to get attention.

The storytellers gathered around and each would tell a tale starting with “that day there was someone sitting in the fountain…”.

How many times have you said the words “once upon a time”?

And how many times were you the subject of the story?

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Hyper-cauliflower-trends-analysis.

Once upon a time, people sent Telegrams. Messages which arrived in printed strips pasted to a piece of paper – something like the ransom note seen in films.

Now, we emphasize vegetables, beans, and fruit.

Will ice cream go the way of cassette tapes?

Will steaks become like the cigarettes of yore, with people surreptitiously cutting into grilled sirloin beneath the fire escapes of speakeasy restaurants?

We better move on…or rather we heard someone say “You better move on”.

What’s Happenin’ under the boardwalk on the dock of the bay…today?

Who did you smile at when the chips seemed half cooked?

I appreciate your warmth and persistence.

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If the five rings were correct, then we should follow our noses.

The way of windward wandering was wonderful.

Grand designs of fireplace renewal and real scented air conditioning enhanced the weekend.

We want to send children to school. But not any school, one where they learn something that makes them bright.

We want to improve the clarity of communication between all humans…and the depth and the honesty.

This is not a demonstration of these ideas and ideals.

The proof is in the results to come – depending upon today’s actions.

Every day!

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In dandelion quarters wars were peace and toys were ideas.

Verbs and nouns were thrown around like colors.

Steel, emerald and algae are offered up daily as gifts between nations.

We have a notion that the potion was only a lotion, but that they thought it was
so much more.

At the end of the corridor there are three doors.

Of course in this dimension, on planet earth, you can only walk through one door.

Belief…believe me!

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Feeling happily haunted.

A sound arrived and left without comment.

The weather, the temperature, and a bathing suit.

Scarves wrapped in life-affirming style.

A hat, perched sideways like an alley-cat.

Defiantly happy with intoxicating evening air.

Drive on, great golfer. Ride on, western saddler. Walk on, wild forager.

They greet people, don’t they?

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