Gone

Once I wondered

Where I was 

When I was 

Where I was

But then 

It seemed

That I saw 

I was 

Where I am

Living.

It didnt really matter that the tenseness of the moments or the vocabulary didnt matter as I said because its all about being here now with yourself safe in the knowledge that some day you won't be and thats ok too. 

Penguin responsibilities

 Saturdays are usually better because of the way the rain slants towards the waves Dragging you deeper but making you, enraging you, asking you. Why. 

Why Saturdays. 

Thats pretty simple because it cant be Fridays or Sundays. What with the frying and the sunning, its just dangerous in a world of increasing temperatures and that thing where the thing has a hole in it and the other stuff is melting cause of penguins. So just open the greenhouse door let the gas out and lets move on. 

Too simplistic. We need to argue, to fight, for our right... No. We just need to fight. All is pointless. All is unnecessary. All is ego. He goes she goes, we all die so whats the point in being rich, successful, powerful or controlling the biggest greenhouse probably in the world when others just dont care. 

We're all in this together. Were not. Were passive. We moan but do nothing. And Im not asking you to do something. In the greatest trait of human existence, thats someone else's problem, our children, their children, and the penguins that probably done speak up enough either. 

Bit are they all right. Live in the present. They say. Don't live in the past. You cant change it. And the future, you cant control it. Stay present, sit by your smokey fire, driving your fuelled car to your factory job. Talk a good game, make pointless sacrifices, get a keepie cup, be smug, righteous, blame others and skips truths but never take personal responsibility. 

It'll probably never happen to you. Rainy wavey Saturdays are the best time for not trying to save the world. 

Tomorrow is sunday. 

Confused

I am most confused in this world at present. It's taken some time to find my way back here but here I am alive and, well, here. Time is a healer they say but I always wonder who are they? They seem to know so much and if they know so much why be so secretive about who they are.

Anyway it's been a time spell since I've had the urge and things have changed at things in general do in life and outside of it.

I need a new beginning and I wonder if it's worth the chance the risk the effort. Will it be fruitful will it be useful will it be popular will it make a difference and if it doesn't does it matter or does it have to.

That's where I'm at for now. I need to know that this is separate in life from the rest of my life so therefore I will have to commit to performing some tests.

I'll keep you informed.

As ever I am here.

Welcome to christmas!

Hi emmaemma!

This is my blog.

You also have your own blog.

You can find your blog from the card you have received....further instructions will follow...as you discover them.

Nothing else to see here.

Enjoy your present.

xx

Introducing Myself

Hi and welcome to the world according to several people.

Above TigerSurgeon may take you on trips into the unreal and realistic. It really is a wonderful place. But I am not a label and may also be enjoyed in further delivering ways.

Most recently,
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Zabu Halu was an idian flying carpet salesman in the late nineties and early naughties. Not a lot of him is on record but due to history books he may still exist.

And possibly a delivery from The Heist Surgeon, a german doctor who has stolen a degree in saving lives. Shocking read the headlines that day.

Im not a machine, Im a real being....he replied subtly.

Interested??

If I was me and I am me, then Id be here and I am here. Now.

My name is Me, Im Brazilian of Indian origin, Im currently 79 years of age. I enjoy currys and blue tshirts. Farting is something Ive had to live with all my life due to my origins and diet. Im currently not on a diet. My parents are small and wooden. I enjoy stealing things, currently scissors's's's. I also steal things to gain information on people. I find walks on the beach interesting usual if theres someone to watch. The canteen serves food which helps me to maintain my life. I enjoy a quiet sweet sherry as a nightcap, usually during corrie as the kettle hums to fill my hot water bottle. So if ya like what you hear feel free to leave a message and maybe we could meet up for a sherry and a curry on a beach in brazil. Youll see me....Il be wearing my Blue tshirt.

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