Author: Bill Blank

The collector

The collector

There’s something about collecting which is controlling and small minded. That the person doesn’t want to handle challenges in real life, so creates a miniature subordinated world in their own home, where they are in complete control. Like ardent collectors of toy soldiers, who re-enact famous battles of the past in their attics.  I knew …

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Love in a bottle

Love in a bottle

She was Little Miss Con-trol, an outward facing quiescence. I sensed beneath flowed a torrent of emotions, suppressed for all her years by the practices implanted by her parents. She needed releasing, for a year of crying, a year of screaming and laughing…… Only then would she be ready for a lifetime of love.  As …

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What’s reality – real and unreal

What’s reality – real and unreal

People caged up, like laboratory mice, Made to perform, and then sacrificed. Others dying of bombs and disease~ What’s reality, and what’s real? Please, Please tell me this, how should I feel? Or maybe it’s part of some political deal? Please help me, Lord, help me get by, When I need to feel emotion, please …

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Spanish inquisition

Spanish inquisition

There are times when I feel like a challenge. As in horse racing, I give myself a handicap. I also love the idea of a sexual experience in another persona. Favourite is my Spanish Lothario scenario. Only with a thick Spanish accent will some women take seriously something that, when said in a normal voice, …

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Religion

Religion

I have never really had any spiritual conviction. I strongly believe in self determination, and not in some kind of pre-ordained fate or after-life rewards system. If a God does exist, he’s remarkably patient – and modest. It’s taken 4.6 billion years for a life form to develop on earth which is sufficiently intelligent to …

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Gut feeling

Gut feeling

Some people enjoy their vacations. Vic Vacant enjoyed his evacuations. Each morning he entered his favourite deposit box, sat between the lips of heaven and pushed to produce a turd royale, a turd for all seasons, a turd of the third degree.  He sat now ruminating on the genres of turd he had experienced, ranging …

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Garden of hell

Garden of hell

His vortex mind whirled around the boundary of the conscious and unconscious; knowing and unknowing.  He could hear the high pitched screams.  The innocent garden becomes an anguished torture chamber. The perimeter hedge; the imprisoner and the imprisoned, rooted to the ground, with interlocking arms of barbarous barbs, was impervious to penetration. And yet in …

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Waterfall

Waterfall

She is just a memoryThat leaves my mindEnsnared in the reeds at the side of the lake,Split between a million strands,And spat out again to tinkle and glideBetween the vitreous stones that line the wayTo the final searing, crashing, backbreaking descent. And now beaten, groggy, listlessMy mind is left in fragmentsBetween the sand particlesAt the …

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Meaning of life – now and tomorrow

Meaning of life – now and tomorrow

Meaning of Life – Now and Tomorrow I met a man, who lived for today,In existential rhythm and play.He said:You have to live one day at a time,Forget about tomorrow, and you’ll be fine,Travel the road in any direction,Live for now with no protection. Don’t hide behind forlorn disguises,Fill your life with small surprises,Travel the …

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Simple purity of being

Simple purity of being

So if you’re feeling sad and blue And life’s – not worth living through, Then reach inside to find the Good, And place it where despair once stood. And as you do, with open eyes, You will see, and realise. There’s a Rhythm running through you, There’s a Rhythm, There’s a Rhythm, There’s a Rhythm …

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