loose lips slink ships
women and chimneys to the lifeboats
man over bored
tastee freeze
call out the vampires
bring out the bloodmobile
tell the commissioners
this is real
sweep up the city
collect body parts
you'll never see no one half as pretty
as the jack of hearts
"Terrorist Survivor" - The ALien Life form
ore, cast me now witcher
Like all of us I am not
who I appear to be. Robert Hunter put it well in a lyric “This is
all a dream we dreamed one after noon long ago” and when you read this the
line will be true. Actually it may well be the truest thing you ever
knew, but I can’t say .
Like some of us I spend
nearly all my time wondering one thing – “Do I exist?”
ALF says, “Of course you
do, you are as real as I am”
But that’s ALF. He can
say anything because of who he is.
In the nineteen fifties in
Hawthorne New Jersey the phone company did a test. They painted the
walls of the factories bring colors. Productivity went up. Then as a
control they painted the walls dull colors. Productivity went up. In
time they discovered it was not the paint jobs that increased
productivity – it was the fact of being measured. Hence the
Hawthorne Effect.
That is why people who
believe in god have a hypothetical advantage. It’s terrible to
be lonely but it's worst to be dead.
tamlin
A “That's lang”
T “What's Lang?”
A “Lang, like “Lang
ago and far away” and
“Lang, Lang,
hung he neath the branches of the Oak tree.”
T “Oh, so today you're old one eye?"
A “We are nothing
if not precise”
“T “It's grim up
north”
A “You must know, if
at all, how the wind goes”
T “And Went”
A “And Gie”
T “Aye, and Gie”
A “Any old iron?”
T “Any old saw”
A “Iron from
stone”
T “And so to
war”
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