Flashes of memories - MUGABE MUST GO!!! ZIMBABWEANS NEED THEIR HOME BACK

There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness - Carl Jung To be at one with God is to be at peace ... peace is to be found only within, and unless one finds it there he will never find it at all. Peace lies not in the external world. It lies within one's own soul. - Ralph Waldo Trine

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Flashes of memories - May 2008

Advertising Madness

I don`t really watch much TV, but since I have been in the UK and have not had my home comforts around me, I have found myself stuck infront of the box on a more regular basis. I noticed that the ads used for kiddies lunch box snacks were a little... off putting to say the least. Surely you would want them to be ENTICED into eating these snacks, not chasing them away from it. I certainly know that if I were a 5 year old and saw these ads I wouldn`t be asking mummy for them for my lunch box...

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May 13th 2008 @ 11:19

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chasing clouds on trains of marshmallowed memories

the church steeples rise into the wintery skies who belie the season of spring where daffodils falsely coaxed from their beds lie withered and dying on their stalks too fragile to withstand the icy breath of a witch who poked her warted nose from the pages of a childs fairytale book filled with the pictures only an imagination brewed from the confines of a solitary cell of a mind left to its own devices could conjure up against the white starkness of a page where anything can be etched in pencil to be erased quickly as the footsteps of the warden began to pound on the cobbled street where horses and tired souls dragged their lives to their destination or back to their departure point depending on the eyes they chose to study the passing world with on that particular day

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May 12th 2008 @ 21:57

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the jumble jamble of a disengaged mind

the silver butterfly unfolded her wings still wet from her birth and raised her head to stare at the silent moon which hung over the beach in the full glare of a day dawned too early and on a sun which would set too soon to the moan of a thousand trees who stretched and groaned and creaked as the hush of a single breath of air raced seductively through the green leaves quivering in the shattered book of a man who no longer wobbled and wore his captains hat but instead stared at the pictures of his long lost lover returned to the dust from whence she came where the tears of the cat washed away every remnant of a mind full of the purple words of the little girl who skipped down the dusty road every day to the rhythm of the gentle sigh of mother earth as she protectively gazed upon her herd of little sheep in the many fields and concrete jungles that scattered messy heaps of human tragedies across shores and mountains and every type of something that every type of brain could imagine

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May 1st 2008 @ 23:15

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