I was told that the wheels of fate have been set in motion.
I wonder if that is a human rights violation that goes as high as it is possible to go?
Does this mean that the next choice that I make has already been made and written in the fabrics of time?
What if I don't agree with them?
Has that already been thought of?
Is this just someone who believes the meaning of fate is set in stone?
Are they telling everyone, to make them think that everything they do is pointless?
Can fate be beaten?
Showing posts with label Nonsense. Show all posts
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Friday, 21 December 2012
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Gibberish Yellow Fish
More indepth definition
Gibberish Yellow Fish nonsense, commonly made up by me to illustrate nothing. When seen from space it is very small, predominantly brown in colour with a speckled underside. You know which part is the underside because it is speckled.
If you talk to the Yellow Fish it will allow you to answer your questions without it even moving it’s metaphoric pouting lips. This is just as well because you would be stupid if you thought a fish could talk. Fish can’t even breathe the air in our own little atmosphere.
However if you are aware of the Little Golden Fish from the Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm you may get confused as they reference a golden yellow fish. Not the same thing by a long shot, the Brothers Grimm Yellow Fish never talked gibberish it only had the power to grant you a wish, from a fish, get real, the fish belongs in a dish.
When you are on a bus or train tightly packed into the persons next to you and have the unpleasant odour of unclean rotting human flesh waft it’s way from somewhere to that place it doesn’t belong, you always speak to yourself. You believe it is a conversation you are having with yourself but in almost reality you are talking to the Gibberish Yellow Fish. And if you recall the conversation you are having, have had or know you will have with yourself, you get answers.
The Yellow Fish.
Gibberish Yellow Fish nonsense, commonly made up by me to illustrate nothing. When seen from space it is very small, predominantly brown in colour with a speckled underside. You know which part is the underside because it is speckled.
If you talk to the Yellow Fish it will allow you to answer your questions without it even moving it’s metaphoric pouting lips. This is just as well because you would be stupid if you thought a fish could talk. Fish can’t even breathe the air in our own little atmosphere.
However if you are aware of the Little Golden Fish from the Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm you may get confused as they reference a golden yellow fish. Not the same thing by a long shot, the Brothers Grimm Yellow Fish never talked gibberish it only had the power to grant you a wish, from a fish, get real, the fish belongs in a dish.
When you are on a bus or train tightly packed into the persons next to you and have the unpleasant odour of unclean rotting human flesh waft it’s way from somewhere to that place it doesn’t belong, you always speak to yourself. You believe it is a conversation you are having with yourself but in almost reality you are talking to the Gibberish Yellow Fish. And if you recall the conversation you are having, have had or know you will have with yourself, you get answers.
The Yellow Fish.
Thursday, 11 August 2011
I have never
I have never written a poem that contains the word F**k
I have never enjoyed a film with the character Friar Tuck
I have never felt the fancy to wear womans underwear
I have never wanted to apply colour to my hair
I have never needed to say anything to the almight god
I have never enjoyed the fishy taste of cod
I have never really enjoyed reality television
I have never believed is pin point precision
I have never disliked a taste so sweet
I have never opened a copy of the magazine Heat
I have never wanted anything for myself
I have never enjoyed a film with the character Friar Tuck
I have never felt the fancy to wear womans underwear
I have never wanted to apply colour to my hair
I have never needed to say anything to the almight god
I have never enjoyed the fishy taste of cod
I have never really enjoyed reality television
I have never believed is pin point precision
I have never disliked a taste so sweet
I have never opened a copy of the magazine Heat
I have never wanted anything for myself
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