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Copyright of all the material on this blog belongs to impossible holdings 2002 - 2022 who no longer exist other than in some imaginary form.Fairytale Managementhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895147782394567675noreply@blogger.comBlogger359125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-56762807607007096562023-10-11T16:30:00.003+01:002023-10-11T16:30:47.530+01:00Collection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0p5bsXCDWFA0mIu3mRzZhMIIQyYKO4tcK_ckOjjenWRxLeEjHWRDKDV2waBNkAbHDNBSJpz0qlmXJ_y4p1JGWW0CZ2-IQcGAhe2emdS_jnD4VAAA6hiI0pMptrCXxqoFyXx157sFBmMAKYhZNnkPc0WmmfDimzVnS8JHSrSKam1-AdifkDzkjA/s1264/Screenshot_20231011_151232_edit_80984247242647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1264" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0p5bsXCDWFA0mIu3mRzZhMIIQyYKO4tcK_ckOjjenWRxLeEjHWRDKDV2waBNkAbHDNBSJpz0qlmXJ_y4p1JGWW0CZ2-IQcGAhe2emdS_jnD4VAAA6hiI0pMptrCXxqoFyXx157sFBmMAKYhZNnkPc0WmmfDimzVnS8JHSrSKam1-AdifkDzkjA/w364-h640/Screenshot_20231011_151232_edit_80984247242647.jpg" width="364" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Collection - our new album is out now all the main music providers and streamer's sites. Nine tracks, ten videos and that may well increase.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hear it on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZznjeV9qrBJl_648vPjCU48Zyt_N8LbD" target="_blank">YouTube here.</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>impossible songs</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_RxdkCCcTKOU-01zJS7zz1BDQa6mU1V-dNJICQ3o8YD2xmxt9vr-R-mMGYF5fsNTahOpgMeda-9xBwetAJ8uuvKlICaYL1dvwchHwsk-K9Zcj5uSZAbxi6DQfLa2yTNTrdiSJRE1sy626Dx7-0MypjRnpo5Osq7ReqVP54dzGwosqj6BN8aCGA/s511/Collection%20v11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="511" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_RxdkCCcTKOU-01zJS7zz1BDQa6mU1V-dNJICQ3o8YD2xmxt9vr-R-mMGYF5fsNTahOpgMeda-9xBwetAJ8uuvKlICaYL1dvwchHwsk-K9Zcj5uSZAbxi6DQfLa2yTNTrdiSJRE1sy626Dx7-0MypjRnpo5Osq7ReqVP54dzGwosqj6BN8aCGA/s320/Collection%20v11.png" width="320" /></a></div></span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-28106727395267124492023-02-27T21:59:00.000+00:002023-02-27T21:59:20.221+00:00February Ends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYkBN_Vo3Dy3q-viUEwhVyxaU-A7AOo_dPgXIP8Sg-U0UwrD6OHv3FtK_OckCEpKCs-7ClcUbmSjl3QPAq9TYw4vw8Ys2Lg5auk48FLxE-v0ogsMCwRPwMaOo8lL9hDnn4xMq9fCkVXpMG0kOQeNMMyrS9-934fuNh-3VMzwm5BAClqFh2kc/s575/Screenshot%20(221).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="575" height="495" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYkBN_Vo3Dy3q-viUEwhVyxaU-A7AOo_dPgXIP8Sg-U0UwrD6OHv3FtK_OckCEpKCs-7ClcUbmSjl3QPAq9TYw4vw8Ys2Lg5auk48FLxE-v0ogsMCwRPwMaOo8lL9hDnn4xMq9fCkVXpMG0kOQeNMMyrS9-934fuNh-3VMzwm5BAClqFh2kc/w550-h495/Screenshot%20(221).png" width="550" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><div>February ends tomorrow sometime around midnight but you'll hear little about that from me.</div></span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-82817494528450271012023-01-15T11:05:00.001+00:002023-01-15T11:05:28.801+00:00ZipCo Might be me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxN45O3jP8IWXb9C7Hsfiswlnbu3IMNr3QDgFCGitFIWUVo6CPaLRqEvtfz6gOQ72LHaY3yfbtH60xQS62Gk8_W2kEMixpExu79r5_-Ac6pO2oBuA_0zDzzL5svlrp3yh80vCT7U4aKIYjoX5FjUk0dPyTTO_aUIAtyxl6qcfsLiVrsNCGefI/s512/e6n19f2mDPn5d0Hqkuli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxN45O3jP8IWXb9C7Hsfiswlnbu3IMNr3QDgFCGitFIWUVo6CPaLRqEvtfz6gOQ72LHaY3yfbtH60xQS62Gk8_W2kEMixpExu79r5_-Ac6pO2oBuA_0zDzzL5svlrp3yh80vCT7U4aKIYjoX5FjUk0dPyTTO_aUIAtyxl6qcfsLiVrsNCGefI/w400-h400/e6n19f2mDPn5d0Hqkuli.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quietly kicking off 2023 many days late with a wild defiant walrus study. Where will the time take us this time?</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-88648648063763333592022-10-17T11:33:00.001+01:002022-10-17T11:33:48.419+01:00Shadow Ban<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_a2wosgvSl-fZyPu07_qAuK7YxZ2dar2DjfGIRjsVzYTmpIopJQR4fBLcyOUJrbYyb0t8qRLtQ1fEkYei5McRaDWBQFEwQJVXF1cD-DWVTmUYiqDkXlp3LJopt032jbcNWI3YVyDA3fZgch1niXhHy9mzpJ1pbFujJ_wT9gVlif7UgQacC7o/s512/2Ckh010jOn6cGFuDe1el.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_a2wosgvSl-fZyPu07_qAuK7YxZ2dar2DjfGIRjsVzYTmpIopJQR4fBLcyOUJrbYyb0t8qRLtQ1fEkYei5McRaDWBQFEwQJVXF1cD-DWVTmUYiqDkXlp3LJopt032jbcNWI3YVyDA3fZgch1niXhHy9mzpJ1pbFujJ_wT9gVlif7UgQacC7o/s320/2Ckh010jOn6cGFuDe1el.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>The thought police running Facebook awarded them a shadow ban. Nobody really understands what that means other than things once public and visible to all are now hidden. A simple and blunt punishment for crossing a line; real, imagined or otherwise. So we're not sure where we stand. If there were/are rules then they are dynamic and changeable almost on a whim. Easy to cross or break or ignore and when you do you're banned and placed in the shadows where you can't easily be found. Don't bother trying to appeal this either, you're trapped and sentenced by an algorithm that couldn't really care less. Like a motorway pile up, everyone slows down for a look but then just drives on by and the incident is quickly forgotten. There's always a replacement to fill the space. In the end we'll all be quickly forgotten.</span><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D6kLGtZtMCeLiGAhLBD5zlFcmvc7Q0bHPiDvNebklv5vJGys2PIqrZf7C9RcxlG5zIVtQiFq57NGUU689X3DGATBJZU7r-8TjGJoAUtpNY5LaNnLHHrMNwr8TjukOX_QvwmrQHIb9eHDZkEJfTEUYhmBwcJlV8MNSgoovK3xBMz0QCRSBbk/s512/vNNBluMU8JyPFtvw5cYn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D6kLGtZtMCeLiGAhLBD5zlFcmvc7Q0bHPiDvNebklv5vJGys2PIqrZf7C9RcxlG5zIVtQiFq57NGUU689X3DGATBJZU7r-8TjGJoAUtpNY5LaNnLHHrMNwr8TjukOX_QvwmrQHIb9eHDZkEJfTEUYhmBwcJlV8MNSgoovK3xBMz0QCRSBbk/s320/vNNBluMU8JyPFtvw5cYn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-8225949994341913862022-09-26T15:24:00.000+01:002022-09-26T15:24:31.576+01:00Strictly Bake Off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevSTtd2y93NeIcnbCaWLstTuFrbBt3MGPat_VdQ4BVN19e5MCxeGANEJ1VKY-gVFO6xoB20V-SbQjr6z4Qn3Kk1cfP9NowHrKUvHGu4IG7UDmkDpJfLtiBl0YhE0Wl9zZxAPQ3bF5f6u3XlzKMyMhWdD7QxM5sp4lEp-5IFZuCm2KuuyfUYI/s1079/yrB8uW52DdCtRvQm53Ul--1--PGRMB-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="1079" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevSTtd2y93NeIcnbCaWLstTuFrbBt3MGPat_VdQ4BVN19e5MCxeGANEJ1VKY-gVFO6xoB20V-SbQjr6z4Qn3Kk1cfP9NowHrKUvHGu4IG7UDmkDpJfLtiBl0YhE0Wl9zZxAPQ3bF5f6u3XlzKMyMhWdD7QxM5sp4lEp-5IFZuCm2KuuyfUYI/w400-h400/yrB8uW52DdCtRvQm53Ul--1--PGRMB-COLLAGE.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">It's a media mash up from the telly folks. Dance and bake and bake and dance and be judged either a failure or a success. The nation awaits the final results to the point where nothing else really matters. It makes news. It fills a space. Why should we care about things we cannot change?</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-15400343620615934842022-09-10T22:00:00.002+01:002022-09-10T22:00:24.716+01:00HappyBot1.png Reprise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexOoxbc_DFIcJHIXElobUJf13pKFFtoEG5DENFdchkXQxiHYWWRNkck0zE0I3Jx0DuciLLxcMbVsErq_iB34vJL9W-2SXq69Ywds_uuhBn2K9Gxuv9ekPO6IdPyZ3ql2aMrEIwMZk01b3xJnseAhpaC0K8wX4nweS14ysqtpDA8l8yedbiUg/s763/happybot1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="570" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexOoxbc_DFIcJHIXElobUJf13pKFFtoEG5DENFdchkXQxiHYWWRNkck0zE0I3Jx0DuciLLxcMbVsErq_iB34vJL9W-2SXq69Ywds_uuhBn2K9Gxuv9ekPO6IdPyZ3ql2aMrEIwMZk01b3xJnseAhpaC0K8wX4nweS14ysqtpDA8l8yedbiUg/w478-h640/happybot1.png" width="478" /></a></div><br />impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-40985308543512446322022-09-09T08:51:00.004+01:002022-09-09T08:51:54.693+01:00The Title<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OWqRigNDtiA-7IcEDy_jyW1YH3zqBAccNj_anaTTZo5YsZNJgh8CYu6L_BPeR_rsbMTpUoPH6HC3h6j8Ulopvk3oAtHZ_tmrgHhufgKE5eJnS4bSu4JY3DLqKO17wemPWEhAgz9r9rlJlFS6i8PmB-QUCxCYoDKxgMywjRrJC9LBCOhFCeQ/s512/X0zrCFACYV8JFYT582Xo--1--TC3XH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OWqRigNDtiA-7IcEDy_jyW1YH3zqBAccNj_anaTTZo5YsZNJgh8CYu6L_BPeR_rsbMTpUoPH6HC3h6j8Ulopvk3oAtHZ_tmrgHhufgKE5eJnS4bSu4JY3DLqKO17wemPWEhAgz9r9rlJlFS6i8PmB-QUCxCYoDKxgMywjRrJC9LBCOhFCeQ/w400-h400/X0zrCFACYV8JFYT582Xo--1--TC3XH.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The title of this piece is simply <b>"THE INTEDDE INS INTDIDE"</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">It doesn't have make sense. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I hope that is clear enough for everyone. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Thank you.</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-77258409416203972602022-09-04T12:01:00.000+01:002022-09-04T12:01:09.647+01:00Happy Bot is Happy<p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgwygXLLpvbEin5LopIbw72okcrRQXQx56DtrjZ3OMOT-4VWA5jMHyZ8r81pkb8YurjDbaKVZc-RAEgyRIPcSZC-0-YMQYPp1I9wttTpoSGa2GpapAZXUl_QVuWtZcA9i6wiA7Th2JihNV61XYpugqnpWSZK3zoJhiJJnPEQ0GtIvBtFfPdo/s512/BWyeoqefdFhAsIiVvcay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgwygXLLpvbEin5LopIbw72okcrRQXQx56DtrjZ3OMOT-4VWA5jMHyZ8r81pkb8YurjDbaKVZc-RAEgyRIPcSZC-0-YMQYPp1I9wttTpoSGa2GpapAZXUl_QVuWtZcA9i6wiA7Th2JihNV61XYpugqnpWSZK3zoJhiJJnPEQ0GtIvBtFfPdo/w400-h400/BWyeoqefdFhAsIiVvcay.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We interrupt this program to bring you the following message:</span></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(There will be no apology)</span></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Everybody needs a </span><b style="font-size: medium;"><u>Happy Bot</u></b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">in their home and in their life. </span></p></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;">There are numerous models to choose from that will enrich your life and make all the dull days flow by so much more easily. Say bye bye to drudgery!</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><b>Happy Bots</b> help by doing the tedious household tasks so you don't have to.</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><b>Happy Bots</b> are happy to take the strain around your home. All domestic, cleaning and exterior duties can be easily programmed in, simply download the <b>Happy Bots</b> App.</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;">You'll gain a lightness in your step, an inner peace and serenity plus you'll enjoy a lot more free time and head-space when you employ one of our 2022 "<b>Happy Bots</b>". </p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;">Easy purchase and rental plans are available with low cost payments and flexible and comprehensive maintenance schemes.</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;">Your new best friend is a <b>Happy Bot</b>. </p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><b>Happy Bots</b> are 100% recyclable too.</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;">Get your <b><u>Happy Bot</u></b> Today!</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;">For more information contact us @HappyBotIndustries.co.uk.</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Secular One"; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;">#HAPPYBOTS</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOSpHek-y8VB8K6p2Vwzpy9VYSlywZsBMfuPIm6dHHptJWI-ckyWSuA41XsApdDOVQg8AHMSvD5eBikxh40jCIFbJMIROqpls-nh813qJrCiIJi1YDKEznO2z4Dd9vlVDtrB-LanAwPedBjnErpxexAv1FTO74sAZ7rZBAKuf2iETCYcC1RA/s512/4S6HpixtDF7jyfdP1ERr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOSpHek-y8VB8K6p2Vwzpy9VYSlywZsBMfuPIm6dHHptJWI-ckyWSuA41XsApdDOVQg8AHMSvD5eBikxh40jCIFbJMIROqpls-nh813qJrCiIJi1YDKEznO2z4Dd9vlVDtrB-LanAwPedBjnErpxexAv1FTO74sAZ7rZBAKuf2iETCYcC1RA/w169-h169/4S6HpixtDF7jyfdP1ERr.jpg" width="169" /></a></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-21570724810802764942022-09-04T11:52:00.000+01:002022-09-04T11:52:22.590+01:00Spanish Royalty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGB6ZOJSpvbKYupj8H1rFzwtEehKciJ7s9FceW7uqgc_v6vcNiCK7SKJIgLTUdvtm1N_HqEw0U7DQaRBYdnPBI2V9yddkNlhBxut8EKZDHxS8CmbFibzL7fnb4YgYtzcFMut4gWb2d21zFOUJGZPFW3GlHFnG0thn9opQaZovRq8AYyMgNKk/s512/JY0DsxbKDxsK1tIUQS96--1--RTG3P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGB6ZOJSpvbKYupj8H1rFzwtEehKciJ7s9FceW7uqgc_v6vcNiCK7SKJIgLTUdvtm1N_HqEw0U7DQaRBYdnPBI2V9yddkNlhBxut8EKZDHxS8CmbFibzL7fnb4YgYtzcFMut4gWb2d21zFOUJGZPFW3GlHFnG0thn9opQaZovRq8AYyMgNKk/w400-h400/JY0DsxbKDxsK1tIUQS96--1--RTG3P.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: large;">I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: large;">But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: large;">The King of Spain’s daughter came to visit me,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: large;">And all was because of my little nut tree.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: large;">I skipped over water, I danced over sea,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: large;">And all the birds in the air couldn’t catch me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: large;">Obviously.</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-57711042068697970512022-08-30T16:11:00.001+01:002022-09-01T07:27:48.537+01:00My Religious Past<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNPzWd_MCQTy_L50dh-NufLaMQnRH4LbOXwbXGG13rT7zofUKlsYzWCsOxTwGq2_Qb0z9U0vVTHn5pvLW-PStU6e3yQwsoTlhDznKVL6ovs8eoyLwvpAmaeovdQAST82rqyZxwI6JnfbA7MtFquBr1VhSOrOc75yfHZCph1_8QYYBECcXoRpY=s1227" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="1227" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNPzWd_MCQTy_L50dh-NufLaMQnRH4LbOXwbXGG13rT7zofUKlsYzWCsOxTwGq2_Qb0z9U0vVTHn5pvLW-PStU6e3yQwsoTlhDznKVL6ovs8eoyLwvpAmaeovdQAST82rqyZxwI6JnfbA7MtFquBr1VhSOrOc75yfHZCph1_8QYYBECcXoRpY=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I can clearly see that there is no religious future. These pictures are not evidence of anything. These words are not evidence of anything. I can clearly see my religious past. Well I thought I could until it disappeared into the mist. Now I can't see anything. It seems that the evidence has been deleted by nature's cleansing force. You can keep your crosses, shrines and holy books. Such is the power of badly constructed sentences placed one against the other.</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-13052698683605725182022-07-08T11:40:00.002+01:002022-07-08T11:43:44.769+01:00One Way Street<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We're cutting up rainbows</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We're polishing the grass</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I'd like you to take your ideals</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And shove them up your ass</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I wish it was that simple</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As simple as inside my head</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But you keep coming back and yellin'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">You won't be happy till I'm dead.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We're smokin' and we're drinkin'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We're setting trees on fire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I'd like to reach a steady state</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But my presence's not required</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I wish I was a better man</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And I wish that I was worse</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But they keep tellin' me it's finished</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Like that was some kind of curse.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Someday I'll just roll over</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Someday I'll talk more sense</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I know you really love me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But it makes no difference</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I wish I was confident</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In my opinions and beliefs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But the warning signs all tell me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Wrong way down a one way street.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Strollin' down that one way street.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_xMJI9jF1CAQrSSAIgPdByzPCXYfFuMppAl1hYBnk0pdWYKT9PnNhYVygT6wXm_b84MY8qEO8R5bCSH4v-DwFPxpEvbk6DQ3a4px66LY7keHvsC6qDwhQql7eRn752o7q4srY8FMsD3SuOdtE8WRVlRa3Czu2yLKDNFiJqI-v_IkN9ydsGY/s590/generated-meme.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="590" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_xMJI9jF1CAQrSSAIgPdByzPCXYfFuMppAl1hYBnk0pdWYKT9PnNhYVygT6wXm_b84MY8qEO8R5bCSH4v-DwFPxpEvbk6DQ3a4px66LY7keHvsC6qDwhQql7eRn752o7q4srY8FMsD3SuOdtE8WRVlRa3Czu2yLKDNFiJqI-v_IkN9ydsGY/s320/generated-meme.png" width="320" /></a></div></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-42502513155303782612022-06-01T17:33:00.001+01:002022-06-01T17:33:16.906+01:00Birthday of the Sun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDrjjYeua8MwarUX0sug8-mBXZkO2baW8fx7Sr03pePd-rAN_8dGyvxSA337tKzeZXPpkTTR4TMVcIlwzqXml4m_a2U7tzGaAfmLuy2rj16J16HbNGJtfpk_FG1l71EEnoKcWp3v1rrn7AdJncI8wT1645V3iSp7HVr6J2O9l7tizrsHPS3Q/s2020/20220529_173023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1384" data-original-width="2020" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDrjjYeua8MwarUX0sug8-mBXZkO2baW8fx7Sr03pePd-rAN_8dGyvxSA337tKzeZXPpkTTR4TMVcIlwzqXml4m_a2U7tzGaAfmLuy2rj16J16HbNGJtfpk_FG1l71EEnoKcWp3v1rrn7AdJncI8wT1645V3iSp7HVr6J2O9l7tizrsHPS3Q/w400-h274/20220529_173023.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: medium;">First of all a game of truth and perception: There are three suns (or four) in the picture, only one of them is the real one. Can you spot it?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: medium;">Today it is the official birthday of the golden sphere that hangs above our shapeless earth like a giant bonfire floating over the clouds. Heat, light and mysterious life giving rays are what it provides for our simple, pathetic human tribal existence. Scattered across the world we humans see the sun each day and seldom question how it remains in place and burns so bright. Truth is we'll never know as there is no such thing as proper science anymore. Ask any school child and they'll tell you. So as we ponder a future that may never come then think on this: how many of you have ever thanked our friend the sun for all that effort and hard work or even sent out a simple birthday card on a day like this? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: medium;">Below is a possible picture of the eventual death of the sun or perhaps a comet or a meteorite or just another heavenly disturbance.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSc05iOQ6v3ov1FbjGsRh_zdC6acfmgpCz8vJgxRTIkzhGGNuL5qbse7QPBSfAdoMxM4MNwhivBpC2bSH4zL4SEyT36ddpk8gvsHe8rt42yWOAnYqSuGZIe0HmFjLHFX9Kp_nn2uflMMH6BUs3tT8Cv-1evM_0hEfMmOeL6Mwcw44TsMWHmE4/s2020/20220529_173032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1370" data-original-width="2020" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSc05iOQ6v3ov1FbjGsRh_zdC6acfmgpCz8vJgxRTIkzhGGNuL5qbse7QPBSfAdoMxM4MNwhivBpC2bSH4zL4SEyT36ddpk8gvsHe8rt42yWOAnYqSuGZIe0HmFjLHFX9Kp_nn2uflMMH6BUs3tT8Cv-1evM_0hEfMmOeL6Mwcw44TsMWHmE4/w400-h271/20220529_173032.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-85200291702945928572022-05-13T17:49:00.001+01:002022-05-13T17:49:07.087+01:00Timely Collage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBChvLFyhXuEQmX1z-YYxDIftGy30hkBun_xP8XrAVM2Tc1Aqd1_sze3Cfx6Gh2nbiNxkFjNW2HusISuvgba7FN6P15DV15X9c7zNXDMQc7xfCm9wIKmtiseKAE2M-5OaD1qPYTrHoVizSylDOtF-ypTb6RwUNZB2dtN-GOxxBev4EKTiL0c/s926/generated-meme%20(1)-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="926" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBChvLFyhXuEQmX1z-YYxDIftGy30hkBun_xP8XrAVM2Tc1Aqd1_sze3Cfx6Gh2nbiNxkFjNW2HusISuvgba7FN6P15DV15X9c7zNXDMQc7xfCm9wIKmtiseKAE2M-5OaD1qPYTrHoVizSylDOtF-ypTb6RwUNZB2dtN-GOxxBev4EKTiL0c/w400-h400/generated-meme%20(1)-COLLAGE.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Another timely collage: designed and planned as a swift reminder that things are, quite simply, what they are. That does not mean that we should necessarily put up with them. Seek the simpler pleasures in life,</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-20312013647103096542022-05-11T15:27:00.002+01:002022-05-11T15:27:53.644+01:00A Skull Short Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bDuAViZkmXp7pOdTL-Ccrun_OXaHMmHH70a5eHWMWoM3bzc2MdlYdfiIbgJ9rS0VDE9PdGYpghVJrSZkFe0DM2c4xDnlJnlgDf5MZE9M0iPQSVGc913a2_xrCLt2KiRY1O5EcEvlVrAiq-rsbHp2EkJhWQfUjm0TNBfrhTBGrwd4mIeqzqE/s512/oBOOKf1w24nkaJmFyKWz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bDuAViZkmXp7pOdTL-Ccrun_OXaHMmHH70a5eHWMWoM3bzc2MdlYdfiIbgJ9rS0VDE9PdGYpghVJrSZkFe0DM2c4xDnlJnlgDf5MZE9M0iPQSVGc913a2_xrCLt2KiRY1O5EcEvlVrAiq-rsbHp2EkJhWQfUjm0TNBfrhTBGrwd4mIeqzqE/w400-h400/oBOOKf1w24nkaJmFyKWz.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">An original piece inspired by the story of a skull who comes to dinner: In a Flemish folktale a castellan* kicks against a skull while going for a walk on the churchyard. He says to the skull,"if there's any life in you, you're invited for dinner this evening". That evening the skull shows up for dinner.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">*A castellan is the title used in Medieval Europe for an appointed official, a governor of a castle and its surrounding territory referred to as the castellany. The title of governor is retained in the English prison system, as a remnant of the medieval idea of the castellan as head of the local prison.</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-88576448348020724762022-03-09T16:24:00.000+00:002022-03-09T16:24:07.870+00:00I Buy a Ghost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2iP10WL-Q1GorfYT0iye96AusPutQSMCfdO2qt94Gf46YJORwh_jiQJtDS8leAgZl7CPpPhu6EFoJTCXZItCjAB7tgQG2KcFQZwsDIuTWepeMoOM-C9jcbcPR9jMZra838dcV0LAcswt3x94m7lfdYCQCoZ0Iafe0q0YKvElduoM6yk_RghE=s512" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2iP10WL-Q1GorfYT0iye96AusPutQSMCfdO2qt94Gf46YJORwh_jiQJtDS8leAgZl7CPpPhu6EFoJTCXZItCjAB7tgQG2KcFQZwsDIuTWepeMoOM-C9jcbcPR9jMZra838dcV0LAcswt3x94m7lfdYCQCoZ0Iafe0q0YKvElduoM6yk_RghE=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-30024452000905143052022-02-22T17:45:00.001+00:002022-02-22T17:45:18.575+00:00All Your Imaginings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtnKAZsI153nlKqjNbYe9HKJuqG1xvzl5gvN2HbcFWrT74LlNv9dBSEDfosZBvodmnfNchvPZe5B7x__moza2Esmty6KIdIWI_de2-XltOi31R9cfWRnKUa5ekk_vBBZUWAzPklfI3AUB6L2DrWUK7TIsf29uLOaQ1dsD6plhKWs8yWMkzKxk=s894" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="670" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtnKAZsI153nlKqjNbYe9HKJuqG1xvzl5gvN2HbcFWrT74LlNv9dBSEDfosZBvodmnfNchvPZe5B7x__moza2Esmty6KIdIWI_de2-XltOi31R9cfWRnKUa5ekk_vBBZUWAzPklfI3AUB6L2DrWUK7TIsf29uLOaQ1dsD6plhKWs8yWMkzKxk=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">All these common thoughts of fairy tales. The light and the darkness. The balance and the distortion. The thrill. The grand finale. They are somewhere out there but they are also somewhere in here. That's not actually all that disturbing when you think about it. It's how things are, straightforward and predicable ... mostly.</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-56353838739826810652022-02-21T20:28:00.003+00:002022-02-21T20:28:58.067+00:00Normal Stats<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgacAv_KQrjFMRrxwyUMw2qgf9yygo84gSzrPk_f2AB8yAUGnP4iKCJoW7DnclCyWuPjBJ3kw9ryq2BDak7vVVO3pH_JTktXxzR-xWJtHZZ7S4Fj-QZAG7FiwbwXf2Ax7AGPZhwOWm2v-9NnEoYQPLXb78To0tRlFVVuwS0v6XgG4H82QDKX8c=s400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgacAv_KQrjFMRrxwyUMw2qgf9yygo84gSzrPk_f2AB8yAUGnP4iKCJoW7DnclCyWuPjBJ3kw9ryq2BDak7vVVO3pH_JTktXxzR-xWJtHZZ7S4Fj-QZAG7FiwbwXf2Ax7AGPZhwOWm2v-9NnEoYQPLXb78To0tRlFVVuwS0v6XgG4H82QDKX8c=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>"It's a relief when the stats calm down, when the go back to normal. High numbers are hard to understand, low numbers aren't scary or stressful. The web offers no explanation either, no context. Some bots just ran amok and now there's a list. Some actions and instructions that don't make sense. That's the only reasonable explanation. There was no interaction with fellow humans or replicants, it was all just code and spyware and maybe even some real spies. You need to look elsewhere for miracles."</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That's my quick summery of the New Testament now complete.</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-71505028466540525712022-02-16T15:16:00.000+00:002022-02-16T15:16:11.451+00:00Free Four<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Following what can only be described as a strange series of events triggered by I don't understand what this story somehow fell into my lap. I didn't write it, I didn't think about it, I don't know who did, I don't know where it came from ... but it came from somewhere.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6iwxmHgojRxLQ6rH70j48I57u6UpUvN2YN6hPGOM_tlOGMGKT72u_jWEoQutlehNynG_1xHm9l_o5Sig2q091g94fQQiMkD5HRRJJQDWiWvs_KpX3dHrxyaacJgcas8nESIHm8_vOJSF-3DW6jvWFaq4U5A4PJj2YbUCnpCTvW2zhIXdM37Y=s400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6iwxmHgojRxLQ6rH70j48I57u6UpUvN2YN6hPGOM_tlOGMGKT72u_jWEoQutlehNynG_1xHm9l_o5Sig2q091g94fQQiMkD5HRRJJQDWiWvs_KpX3dHrxyaacJgcas8nESIHm8_vOJSF-3DW6jvWFaq4U5A4PJj2YbUCnpCTvW2zhIXdM37Y=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Dr. Simon
Tomlin studied the man sitting across the table from him. Rocking back and
forth in his chair, with his shoulders slouching, his eyes darting all around
the room, and his upper lip twitching every few seconds, the man conveyed a
distinctly squirrel-like impression. It was hard to believe that, before his
breakdown, this man had been one of the foremost number theorists in the world.<br />
<br />
"How are you today, Professor Ersheim?" asked Dr. Tomlin.<br />
<br />
"Fine, fine, thank you, just fine," replied the man without looking
at him.<br />
<br />
"Have you been sleeping all right?"<br />
<br />
"Oh, yes, I've been sleeping quite well, sleeping like a baby,"
replied Ersheim, nodding vigorously in sync with his rocking. Still no eye
contact.<br />
<br />
"That's good to hear."<br />
<br />
Ersheim suddenly stopped rocking and looked straight at Tomlin, eyes bulging.
"Oh, cut the nice-guy act, Doctor," he said sharply. "I know you
think I'm crazy, don't you think I know you think I'm crazy? That's what
everyone thought about Laszlo Bleem, too; that's what they want you to
think." He stared at Tomlin, not moving, not blinking.<br />
<br />
"Who are you talking about, Professor? Who wants everyone to think you're
crazy?"<br />
<br />
"The numbers, Doctor, the numbers. They say that numbers don't lie, only
they do, they lie all the time, they've always lied. But not to me -- oh, no, I
see through their deceptions, I know what they're hiding," said Ersheim.
He started rocking again.<br />
<br />
"And what would that be, Professor?"<br />
<br />
"Bleem, that's what. Bleem!" shouted Ersheim, banging his fists
against the desk. He then leaned close to Tomlin and whispered, "The
secret integer between three and four."<br />
<br />
"We have been over this, Professor -- there is no integer between three
and four."<br />
<br />
"Tell that to Laszlo Bleem, Doctor," said Ersheim. "Only you
can't -- he's dead," he added, giggling. Then he whispered, "He died
for trying to expose bleem."<br />
<br />
"Laszlo Bleem died in a car accident, Professor."<br />
<br />
"Oh, grow up! The man published a paper detailing his discovery of an
up-until-now unknown integer somewhere between one and twenty, stating that he
was working on a proof of its existence and exact location, and a week after
the paper is published -- poof! Bleem dies in a car crash, and his house burns
down, destroying all of his written notes. The next day the computer system at
his university crashes, erasing all of his electronic notes. Bleem got too
close, see, and he was eliminated. Just as I'm going to be, if you don't listen
to me."<br />
<br />
At this point, Tomlin decided that it was time to play his trump card.<br />
<br />
"All right Professor, let's say that there is, as you say, a secret
integer between three and four. Positive integers are counting numbers,
right?"<br />
<br />
"That's right, Doctor," nodded Ersheim, and then, as if to confirm
that fact, he began counting, moving his head from side to side: "one,
two, three, bleem, four . . ."<br />
<br />
"That's enough, Professor," interrupted Tomlin. "Now, if bleem
is a counting number, that means that you can have bleem of something."<br />
<br />
"Of course," said Ersheim. "I didn't know you were a
mathematician, Doctor." He looked at Tomlin with what was probably meant
to be a smile, but looked more like a scowl.<br />
<br />
"Just bear with me, Professor," said Tomlin as he reached into his
pocket and drew out a little plastic bag.<br />
<br />
"What's that, Doctor?" asked Ersheim.<br />
<br />
"Jelly beans," said Tomlin, smiling, as he tore open the packet and
emptied its contents, about two dozen multi-coloured jelly beans, onto the
desk.<br />
<br />
"Now Professor Ersheim, I'd like you to please separate bleem of these
jelly beans from the rest," said Tomlin, a self-satisfied grin on his
face.<br />
<br />
"All right," said Ersheim, and reached over and moved three jelly
beans over to his side of the desk. He looked at them with suspicion, then
looked back at the main pile, then back at the three lying before him, and
quickly grabbed another one and put it next to them. He studied the four jelly
beans for a moment, then slid the fourth one back toward Tomlin, but when it
was about halfway to the main pile, he snatched it back and added it to the
three, visibly agitated. He then picked up each of the four jelly beans and
held it up to his eyes, turning it this way and that, looking at it with deep
mistrust. When he had inspected all of the jelly beans, he sat back in his
chair, a look of frustrated resignation on his face.<br />
<br />
"I can't do it, Doctor," he said.<br />
<br />
"So bleem is not an integer after all," said Tomlin triumphantly.<br />
<br />
"No!" screamed Ersheim and swept his hand over the desktop, sending
the jelly beans flying all over the room. "Bleem exists! Something
prevented me from separating bleem jelly beans! I could have three or four, but
not bleem!"<br />
<br />
"Calm down, Professor. I was here, I watched what you were doing, and
there was nothing restraining you, nothing preventing you from separating out
bleem jelly beans except for the fact that bleem doesn't exist."<br />
<br />
"But it does exist," said Ersheim timidly. He added, with growing
conviction, "It does exist. And I can prove it!"<br />
<br />
"How can you prove it, Professor, if you insist that there is an
omnipresent, invisible force keeping it secret?"<br />
<br />
"Remember, Doctor," said Ersheim, his tone conspiratorial, "that
I'm a mathematician, and a damn good one. All of mathematics has been doctored
in order to conceal bleem's existence, see, but it wasn't doctored perfectly,
oh no. There is an obscure branch of number theory that I helped invent about
twenty years ago, and I think I can apply some of its theorems to prove that,
in order for mathematics to be consistent, there must be an integer between
three and four. That was the topic of my lecture during which I was so rudely
interrupted by several of my colleagues and lost my temper."<br />
<br />
Lost your temper indeed, thought Tomlin. It had taken two weeks to repair all
the damage to the lecture hall.<br />
<br />
"Those colleagues didn't seem impressed by your proof, Professor,"
said Tomlin.<br />
<br />
"That's because I haven't worked out all the particulars of the proof
yet," said Ersheim. "And even if I had, none of those idiots knows
the first thing about my research," he added angrily. "But I'm close,
Doctor, I can feel it. Just let me out of here, let me return to my research,
and I'll have the proof in just a few months. Or at least allow me access to a
pen and some paper so that I can work in here."<br />
<br />
Ersheim was clearly agitated, so Tomlin decided not to aggravate him further.<br />
<br />
"All right, Professor," said Tomlin, "I'll think about what
you've told me. I just have one more question for you."<br />
<br />
"What's that, Doctor?"<br />
<br />
"What possible reason could anyone have to keep secret the existence of a
number?"<br />
<br />
"I'm not sure," said Ersheim, shaking his head. "Perhaps bleem
has some mystical properties -- don't give me that look, Doctor -- or is
believed to have them. Numerology has always had a fanatical following."
After a moment's pause, Ersheim's face lit up with excitement. "Or perhaps
the knowledge of bleem would allow us to attain a much higher level of
mathematical sophistication. It might allow us to come up with a mathematically
viable theory of time travel, or faster-than-light communication, or who knows
what else."<br />
<br />
"I see," said Tomlin, "and you really think the discovery of
bleem might make these things possible?"<br />
<br />
"I don't know, but who's to say it won't?" said Ersheim with a shrug.<br />
<br />
"I see your point," said Tomlin. "Well, Professor, I'm very glad
we had this talk. You've given me a lot to think about. I'll see you in a
couple of days."<br />
<br />
They shook hands, and Ersheim left the room. Tomlin sat there for a while,
looking at the jelly beans strewn about on the floor.<br />
<br />
How sad, thought Tomlin, that a man who has devoted his entire life to the
study of numbers should come to think that those very numbers are out to get
him. It made sense, of course, that the paranoia manifested itself in relation
to something that Ersheim was already obsessed with.<br />
<br />
Tomlin was not entirely pleased with that afternoon's session. He had hoped
that the jelly bean example would force Ersheim to see the absurdity of his
position, but all it did was aggravate him. Still, such a strong reaction
indicated that perhaps Tomlin had hit upon a sensitive spot in Ersheim's
delusion.<br />
<br />
Satisfied that some progress had been made, Tomlin packed up his things and
went home. Before leaving the hospital, he instructed the attendants who
watched Ersheim that their patient should under no circumstances be allowed
access to writing materials.<br />
<br />
Tomlin had trouble getting to sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes,
he was confronted by visions of an army of giant numerals closing in on him,
guided by a shadowy shape that was bleem. Frustrated, he pulled out a notepad
he kept by his bedside, and wrote down the numbers between one and ten. They
look so harmless, he thought, just squiggles on a sheet of paper, and yet
numbers lie at the foundation of science, and thus make modern civilization
possible. He looked at them again, with more respect, and mentally read them
off, one by one. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
They were all there; there was neither need nor room for bleem. His mind
finally at ease, Tomlin went to sleep.<br />
<br />
He was awakened next morning by the ringing of his telephone. It was Gene, one
of the attendants from the hospital. Ersheim was gone.<br />
<br />
Tomlin rushed to the hospital. Upon arrival, he was greeted by Gene, who
explained to him what had happened, denying responsibility at every
opportunity. Ersheim had been fine at ten the previous evening, when Gene last
checked on him, but when Gene made his morning rounds at six, Ersheim was not
in his room. Ersheim's door was locked from the outside, and the night watchman
reported nothing out of the ordinary. As far as anyone could tell, Ersheim had
vanished into thin air.<br />
<br />
"I think you should see his room," added Gene when he was finished.<br />
<br />
Tomlin followed Gene to Ersheim's room. When he saw it, his worst fears were
confirmed.<br />
<br />
The walls of the room were covered with equations. Rows upon rows of
mathematical symbols, most of which Tomlin did not recognize, written by an
unsteady hand in reddish purple ink. Ersheim had to have worked nonstop all
night by the light of the moon.<br />
<br />
Looking around the room, Tomlin noticed in one of the corners a little pool of
what must have served as Ersheim's ink. He walked over to it and found a
plastic cup that had been knocked over. Dipping his finger in the ink, he
tasted it. Grape juice. Floating in the puddle of juice was a crude writing
implement fashioned out of a drinking straw. Piled up in another corner of the
room were all of Ersheim's clothes. There was no sign of Ersheim himself.<br />
<br />
"Looks like he left us a little snack," said Gene from behind Tomlin.<br />
<br />
Tomlin turned around to see Gene standing next to the night table. Gene was
reaching for one of three small dark objects lying on the table.<br />
<br />
"Don't touch those!" yelled Tomlin.<br />
<br />
"They're just jelly beans, Doc," replied Gene, as he flicked one of
them into the air.<br />
<br />
Tomlin watched in horror as the jelly bean described a parabola in the air,
ending up in Gene's mouth.<br />
<br />
"Want one?" asked Gene, motioning at the remaining jelly beans.<br />
<br />
Tomlin looked down at the night table. There were three jelly beans on the
tabletop.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaIpz-45-CnG9CHzypnxVvMRANp9bBDIRkGW0E8I1FymoJs1b9NCUgaMt_zUldIDKe0weXA29gd8IVbTD0ldmJZCMuaNUfKp92fvc4lNLZAsRp8ZHufNJOPicThYahwm9vyqtrg3AIF1YNBGN8BI_1gnyKDE-WzDGcteOvWIjNZsxNKbj7wdU=s400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjaIpz-45-CnG9CHzypnxVvMRANp9bBDIRkGW0E8I1FymoJs1b9NCUgaMt_zUldIDKe0weXA29gd8IVbTD0ldmJZCMuaNUfKp92fvc4lNLZAsRp8ZHufNJOPicThYahwm9vyqtrg3AIF1YNBGN8BI_1gnyKDE-WzDGcteOvWIjNZsxNKbj7wdU=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-33787251993302728482022-02-14T20:35:00.000+00:002022-02-14T20:35:24.555+00:00When Experts get it Wrong<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF7YGajdi18kdfwdsOncrldh-_fnjPav1MYOqMj7C0I0DYO0N_wRKpYCQwv83pMeObk7j1BJkhRNfHG2xp77wllno4fEMWE8LejUvaDt8AsOqAR-htYIJZcQMim9jxNvfDzZMYEieyLQMtg88BVMm1PIp8dzIfD3YPBQweCbUGxt-houox8u0=s400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF7YGajdi18kdfwdsOncrldh-_fnjPav1MYOqMj7C0I0DYO0N_wRKpYCQwv83pMeObk7j1BJkhRNfHG2xp77wllno4fEMWE8LejUvaDt8AsOqAR-htYIJZcQMim9jxNvfDzZMYEieyLQMtg88BVMm1PIp8dzIfD3YPBQweCbUGxt-houox8u0=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Celebrities doing normal things: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Hilary Clinton experimenting with various pastry recipes then looking up into a clear sky for further inspiration</span>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-80123952908619770882022-02-09T21:06:00.000+00:002022-02-09T21:06:22.237+00:00Watching the Defectives<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuvlfNXdwnkelOvR_7MnsSGSYWFqrZCyksfSm42Lt8o_74acCvwUsPClbQ9XorMZ79_IuFosY7ACI1upuizNuy1ncKyj8ByUX1cQYPsSibX-MMcNMhrjgzQjckiFD4g0CZDC1du44TP6OdmRj-aEHaMzFoiBLUKl8c8B73JWj2ElVy56resY0=s512" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuvlfNXdwnkelOvR_7MnsSGSYWFqrZCyksfSm42Lt8o_74acCvwUsPClbQ9XorMZ79_IuFosY7ACI1upuizNuy1ncKyj8ByUX1cQYPsSibX-MMcNMhrjgzQjckiFD4g0CZDC1du44TP6OdmRj-aEHaMzFoiBLUKl8c8B73JWj2ElVy56resY0=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I can't believe that it's February 2021 already. I have been asleep. </span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Never mind that did I ever tell you of my interest in Film Noir? It's a limited thing, very much a monochrome kind of interest, fleeting you might even say. I just drift in and out like a badly written character. Femme fatales are tough to take, bent cops, hard bitten ex-boxers, losers and creeps and somewhere in the mix an honorable if cynical detective. He never thought that it would come to this. The car was unreliable. She was so ... unpredictable. Hide the gun.</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">There were shadows pasted all across the alley, all across the room. Anytime, day or night, always shadows. Trees and headlights, doors slam and coffee, way too much coffee dished up in that chrome diner with the stale waitress. Why are we stuck in the USA? She ought to get out of town, Mexico maybe. Now the jealous husband has turned up and the jailbird is following him with a case of hard cash. More shadows.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">We all need to do the right thing but maybe in the wrong way. Or was it the wrong thing in the right way? The camera seldom lies and the cinema always attracts. The plot is always obvious but you can never predict the twist. In the end you'll feel like you've been through the ringer. You didn't sleep, you drank too much, you lost your job and you didn't get the girl. It's a noir world, not just in France but everywhere.</span><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_tcoGu2Ddy9M9xw4Mh7AwLhQryFZi1nw8DE2YXxjPBsIAdWGTwP8-OfJZe0bJNbjF9O6xjLjhG5Whvu6E6jYNeZPYNIZO2tXlb8dmQhcytIlsH7Bz7LAhzXfNCwIfmr5WmkUv2PZAUDJVXFu0iMHECfuPtaz6MDFYfRBMokTwY9DFKC30X_U=s400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_tcoGu2Ddy9M9xw4Mh7AwLhQryFZi1nw8DE2YXxjPBsIAdWGTwP8-OfJZe0bJNbjF9O6xjLjhG5Whvu6E6jYNeZPYNIZO2tXlb8dmQhcytIlsH7Bz7LAhzXfNCwIfmr5WmkUv2PZAUDJVXFu0iMHECfuPtaz6MDFYfRBMokTwY9DFKC30X_U=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div></div></div></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-417207271148857402021-12-08T15:58:00.003+00:002021-12-08T16:55:59.392+00:00Nothing Really<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNN2BrtgtTtQNV4P12m_JvHxoIjnpNaDIO8zlOGWcxabUuzoDu1AHGRtk6HLnxrXjVWhwKAUwKY-fyb6PBu_23codajaseUUnrb8yXabgipdX2rPMpm-uGt7tEnWuSO3Az36TgZ_SgK_2IDt_mmDHtVsVyTxHpH2BH_ri91V8ig8cvJK6p4sk=s822" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="729" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNN2BrtgtTtQNV4P12m_JvHxoIjnpNaDIO8zlOGWcxabUuzoDu1AHGRtk6HLnxrXjVWhwKAUwKY-fyb6PBu_23codajaseUUnrb8yXabgipdX2rPMpm-uGt7tEnWuSO3Az36TgZ_SgK_2IDt_mmDHtVsVyTxHpH2BH_ri91V8ig8cvJK6p4sk=w355-h400" width="355" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Dyson that died.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Then went to recycling Heaven.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Then who knows?</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-71985353572566572522021-12-06T14:05:00.002+00:002021-12-06T14:08:49.563+00:00The Fabled City<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgM8A8GNGJ3Ftwd5cKSS4ogfFxDmaxr5JPF1yl1OpAYG3na3EVxnKMEU4Za5Ir2M4kCpVBdToXwrggZWHtDV23R7XLO2md-uNKcPhtF4gwsf15HH_LfRKQyJouQstKn1cvKpH1NjAmZV2lZwnIMwxmwetmoZ9485e215dFKRYlp73LDU3gBYZQ=s1297" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1297" data-original-width="807" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgM8A8GNGJ3Ftwd5cKSS4ogfFxDmaxr5JPF1yl1OpAYG3na3EVxnKMEU4Za5Ir2M4kCpVBdToXwrggZWHtDV23R7XLO2md-uNKcPhtF4gwsf15HH_LfRKQyJouQstKn1cvKpH1NjAmZV2lZwnIMwxmwetmoZ9485e215dFKRYlp73LDU3gBYZQ=w249-h400" width="249" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I don't really know if you know about the Fabled City and Ed's Little Known Parking Lot. It's a location, not some indie band. You can't just arrive there either. You can only find yourself there. There's quite a difference between these two states. If you don't get that them I'm wasting my time with you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I found a vacant space easily but once I'd driven into it, forwards, I realized I could not reverse out. My only option was to abandon the vehicle and leave a message for Ed (a person I've never met) and hope that he would deal with things. Abandonment was in the air.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I queued up for some refreshment. That was all the sign said: "Refreshments". It was a long slow moving queue. I'm still there. I'm writing this from the queue. I've no idea how far along this queue I am. There are no progress indicators. All I hear are soft sighing sounds from further ahead. I sometimes hear them from further behind too. Why do people sigh? Has it a purpose?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I've come to the conclusion than I'm lost, mostly, although I know exactly where I am. I'm in a queue. But then I think about things and it dawns on me that I've been in a queue for all my life.</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-36846849438987971192021-12-06T13:53:00.006+00:002021-12-06T13:53:49.786+00:00Some Cats<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6VLWwNgS1GvuY5G5GFwx3Od2MAsnaB_GS0m_iHvJHUrInJ6I8KhdHjsjtC8oezudnDePez6n-Dr6tT9pbqdk_sgBoo9GpAKvA8gxs-tciQsyEmu_gXaesbcRh2s8QTdx_B7RET5ZbDLR0eRF7zRYlXEgygH2dbQErS0FQzwXu-OO3-aEFEGY=s1293" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1293" data-original-width="805" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6VLWwNgS1GvuY5G5GFwx3Od2MAsnaB_GS0m_iHvJHUrInJ6I8KhdHjsjtC8oezudnDePez6n-Dr6tT9pbqdk_sgBoo9GpAKvA8gxs-tciQsyEmu_gXaesbcRh2s8QTdx_B7RET5ZbDLR0eRF7zRYlXEgygH2dbQErS0FQzwXu-OO3-aEFEGY=w249-h400" width="249" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Some cats merge into their surroundings. Playing a game of slow ghost. Losing senses of scale and grace for the tiny and tuning in, only to become the enormous shadow. Size matters more than size not mattering. These cats do not play by your cheap rules. Your cherished opinions and guidance will be ignored. They'll eat your words as if they were a portion of white, finely cooked and prepared chicken. They will change shape too. They'll shift themselves around and in between environments. They are not complete inhabitants of this world or any world you care to name. I doubt you can easily name any other worlds where such conditions might be met. This is one of the things you will not learn at school or college or from those who claim to be your elders and betters. Their common trait is their willingness to lie, time after time to cover their ignorance. So the cats will blend in. They'll sneak. You will observe a disturbance as they appear and disappear. Just be careful not to follow them too closely. Those who stray across unmapped borders seldom return to the place where they began their journey.</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-32742660273595232452021-11-12T16:42:00.000+00:002021-11-12T16:42:08.774+00:00The Stolen Clouds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhD0Ta0Q2l9eKC53X7g4UlOr7pkTbNxKyWeG9dNxaLvKSDRZf4yeXr2WJEPfH2-DfrqP2FljdEZOgFrdDeBXTkLviV-bvhkCIJcadGQPh6VFIYGiSqHAsCRm9fqipf7gFmD3IAEJI3F35uj6DnxJmb2tO52DD6mYRTYZ0W8t55-p66Fala0AoY=s1335" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="575" data-original-width="1335" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhD0Ta0Q2l9eKC53X7g4UlOr7pkTbNxKyWeG9dNxaLvKSDRZf4yeXr2WJEPfH2-DfrqP2FljdEZOgFrdDeBXTkLviV-bvhkCIJcadGQPh6VFIYGiSqHAsCRm9fqipf7gFmD3IAEJI3F35uj6DnxJmb2tO52DD6mYRTYZ0W8t55-p66Fala0AoY=w556-h240" width="556" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">"I stole these clouds!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">I said right out loud.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">"These clouds are mine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">You cloudless swine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">All the clouds are mine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">And I know their names</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Should you require proof."</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177610.post-24338861427021838962021-10-10T18:10:00.004+01:002021-10-10T18:10:58.790+01:00Hungry Demons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu-ahfdqqfPyU6KYaDHyG7i0BOb46fghvrgHslD9rUMoMa_rL18NnhEExNJ2Vt_YfeDbP8l_18z2zq9ASCFuzbtgIuZhiyFO9FL8Y0WRBzQIgVS0WujBRBCgGP8OkgCovMFrs0_H74Cz7O4cPqueaBAV2QMmisLWPIffIrlavnu7cwIYi82lk=s750" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="494" data-original-width="750" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu-ahfdqqfPyU6KYaDHyG7i0BOb46fghvrgHslD9rUMoMa_rL18NnhEExNJ2Vt_YfeDbP8l_18z2zq9ASCFuzbtgIuZhiyFO9FL8Y0WRBzQIgVS0WujBRBCgGP8OkgCovMFrs0_H74Cz7O4cPqueaBAV2QMmisLWPIffIrlavnu7cwIYi82lk=w382-h252" width="382" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">All you need are ingredients, to make a mix of things, any opposites, negatives or positives and some plus points and neutrals. Gather them together, see what you get. Process them, heat them up, cool them down, add more stuff, leave them alone for a while. Review outcomes. Maybe do a test or two. Check the outcomes. Are they consistent, crazy, not up to much, effective? How is your demon today? Resting, happy, irritated, angry, hungry?</span></div>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0