18 years since Freddie Mercury died.
In tribute I give you Bohemian Rhapsody by the Muppets.
RIP big guy.
Flash Fiction and Musings of a Man on the Hedge
25thday ofNovemberin the year2009
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17thday ofNovemberin the year2009
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Numbness
I could scream until my lungs burst, until my throat gives in and I’ve deafened a thousand sirens.
I never dreamt I could change a thing, but when you’re all alone and feeling helpless the numbness comes in waves.
Everything eats away at me as I wonder when the tears will come. If I’m ever going to break down and cry, then anytime from yesterday until the end of time would do but I don’t see it soon. The numbness comes in inches; I can measure it by the sole of my shoe.
A time for reckoning is close at hand, things I hold dear are fading fast now but all I can do is stare. Stare in disbelief? Perhaps. Stare in discontent? It’s likely. Either way, my eyes are locked on the wall. The numbness comes in like a disease, eating away at everything that made me good and whole.
As my eyes become more sunk in, and sleep becomes a bitter memory once dreamless and vague, there’s nothing but an effigy now, as I wonder just exactly why I need this to come out. I question the very existence of the page and the very need to chart a question, the very concept on which this entire treatise rests. The numbness circles like vultures, robbing my creativity and my musical need.
I once said I would carry someone to the ends of the Earth and I don’t feel that has changed. I can feel the grip loosening as she struggles to be free. Fear is the only friend I have now as the tears come en masse. The numbness vanishes like thunder. I am crying now. It’s all I ever wanted.
5thday ofNovemberin the year2009
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“
Happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one’s personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself. ”
—Viktor Frankl in Man’s Search for Meaning:
2ndday ofNovemberin the year2009
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I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?
Cruelty and injustice…intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told…if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
”—V - V For Vendetta
21stday ofOctoberin the year2009
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Awesome. Just awesome.
14thday ofOctoberin the year2009
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Love this character so much, such a thug gay.
less than three you Lafayette.
In the 2nd season = :(
13thday ofOctoberin the year2009
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ear.gasm - n. 1. the peak of auditory excitement characterized by strong feelings of aural pleasure, usually accompanied by a series of involuntary contractions in the feet and head. Occasionally involving singing and/or dancing. 2. The section of music starting at 1 minute 27 seconds and culminating at 6 minutes 19 seconds in The Lemon Song by Led Zeppelin.
8thday ofOctoberin the year2009
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4 years in I.T. One month since I quit.
And my jedi like troubleshooting skills have vanished.
1stday ofOctoberin the year2009
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Did one ask your opinion? pleb | Sir Courage Wolf | Meme Generator
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what the fuck is PLEB?
A pleb is another word for idiot. I guess it’s a British thing but I never really thought of it that way until now.
Actually, a pleb is usually used to refer to the working class, as the original Roman meaning of the word is “slave” or “one who is or appears to be of the middle or lower order” in society.
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