Swirling in an everchanging complex organism we hook ourselves to the matrix and hang on for dear life
This is kind of a sad story. That's Jesper in there. After his beloved wife Delores died he was never the same. He got a new TV from Target, a satellite dish, and was hardly ever seen again. Occasionally, someone will phone him.
posted by jm at 3:26 PM
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
7 Comments:
TV's...Oh you're just asking for another visit from Chana huh? LMAO!!
(((((Donnie)))))!!!!!!!!!!!
OMG!! You are so right!!!
An angel from heaven has come to my rescue. Protective Cancers are the best. And some people don't know who they're dealing with here.
This is sweet.
What a world!
JM, I reckon someone will one day find out what you mean by that. ;)
Oh, I can assure you they will find out, Donnie. They have no idea about you yet, what you've been through and how you've changed. It's amazing.
They will know. Or is it some"one"?
People like Chana don't know what they are getting into. They never know when I might be around.
Ha! People aren't too smart, are they donnie? They fly around in their planes, high heeled, with CDs in their ears, well fed, and watching movies about violence, but god forbid they should know the real thing. The war zone and survival. I hope they don't.
Have you noticed how spoiled and naive so many people around us are?
One great thing to do, is to take off the stilettos, get a backpack, go overland to a foreign country for one year, live with the people, eat with the people, learn some of their language, learn their customs, sing their songs, give them gifts, and then you can really create the bridges that connect us to foreign cultures.
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