Minor disagreements lead to minor ailments

Listening to children singing songs in a minor key
Waiting for the moments to pass and casting yourself else where in your mind's eye,
Anywhere will do, anywhere but here,
But then you lose all you have, then you lose the present moment and sigh

Focus all this attention on a single raisin,
The grape like a small brain
All that your brain can do looks at this one raisin,
Its wrinkles and smallness and lack of potential,
Does it make you salivate?

Back in the room, mindfully.
Back here, gladly. Partly. Mostly.

How does it feel when you are met with nothing but opposition.
Not massively encouraging for sure.
The eventual outcome so dry.
Like the skin of a raisin.

To do for today: Borrow your flat mates eggs and paint on them the faces of your favourite 19th and 20th century philosophers

Although this will most likely result in you trying to discover the subtle variations of the full-face beard are not as varied as you had hoped; depiction in this manner are clearly not of any intrinsic worth, rather let the egg serve is primary purpose as the most popular of miscarriages allowed to be served at any of our daily meals.

As though there was a poet stuffed inside the sofa; as though he was trying to breathe something other than the feathers

As though there was a point to the continuous struggle of trying to study. As though my head is a vessel of sufficient quality and importance that it is worthy of receiving £10000 worth of education. As though me attempting to re-tread the lines of thought as they are mapped out by those who first cleared all the garbage to the side was in itself of some intrinsic value.

As though I could ever hope to 'stand on the metaphorical shoulders of giants' (please embrace the cliche) when all I can really pray for at best is to be able to pass them some sugar.

As though there was a poet stuffed inside the sofa, just waiting to be tempted out of his hibernation with a particularly sweet shot of brandy.

Till you find the right spirit to tempt him best just keep on looking.

Mission statement

I, the sole writer of this Interweb publication, hereby promise to:

-Update this blog on at least a weekly basis

-Use where ever possible only original content

-Be as much up my own arse as possible

-Get a bit preachy

-Review as much of the culture I consume as reasonably possible

-Comment on the news when nothing better comes to mind

-Wear rose tinted spectacles on a regular basis

Best in haste!