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Once a profound truth has been seen, it cannot be 'unseen'. There's no 'going back' to the person you were. Even if such a possibility did exist... why would you want to?

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Also, after people play these Sim games, it tends to change their perception of the world around them, so they see their city, house or family in a slightly different way after playing.

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I know what you're going to say! 'They are men, and men should be free.' A free man is dangerous to himself and everyone else. Freedom should be left to those who can put it to good use.

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Dave Sim said in his latest thing of his, 'when you're on the right track, you'll know it, but until you get there, you have to believe you're on the right track'. Interesting little conundrum. It's not easy.

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For the first time in your conscious memory; for the first time in fact, since your were a baby; a single tear, full and warm, rolled down your right cheek and you fell into a very deep and entirely dreamless slumber.

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These are ideas. I could say that they just came to me, but it would be more accurate to say that I went to them. Ideas - and new connections between ideas - lead you away from commonly held perceptions of reality. Ideas lead you out here. Ideas lead you into the darkness.

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Calls From The World Across

My brother died
A few months ago,
When he was alive
He called me on my mobile
To share my worries
And my concerns,
His number was fed
In my cell
And his name appeared
On the screen;
Now he is no more
In this world,
The same SIM is being used
By his consort,
When she calls me,
It happens the same,
The deceased name emerges
On the display,
And I feel my brother
Calls me from the world across.

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What Keeps Us Allied.

Two things keep me allied
To this nature and You;
A multi-layered Spectacle;
Distant and short vision on
A progressive lens pattern
With age-covering frame.
A dual-sim gadget that feed
Radiation deep even to souls,
Ignoring scientific warnings,
Of hazards enormous and brutal.
Eyes are but shining balls with
Black and white glossy shades,
Caged in fleshy lids with
Lashes set to filter visions!
Mobile phone; reminds you,
You are Connected, Chased,
Monitored beyond all escapes.
How I wish the days John Milton
Composed ‘The Paradise Lost'!

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Boca

Tudo que vai a boca é sensual!
a bala macia, correndo de um lado para outro!
o barulho gostoso do explodir de um chiclete!
o abrir a boca de surpresa!

OH! ! !

Tudo em sua boca é sensual!
o limpar os seus cantos com o guardanapo
o estalar de sua lígua quase dizendo sim
o leve encontro de seus lábios um contra o outro!

AH! ! !

Tudo em nossa boca é sensual!
o drops que trocamos molhado
nossos lábios batendo em leve encontro!
nosso beijo!

Hummmmm!

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My Tynedale.

My Tynedale. (Summer)

Hedgerows green, wood pigeons preen,
Quiet valleys seldom seen,
Winding lanes for country miles,
Run down farmhouses with missing tiles,
Field after field of ripened corn,
This is my Tynedale, the place I was born.

The guns and the beaters all head for the fell,
Their target; grouse, maybe pheasant as well,
A year’s work done, it’s the glorious twelfth,
The birds all released in the best of health,
Thrashing and flailing, and waving their flags,
Brace after brace dropping down to the crags.

Farmer and labourers amass in field,
Make hay while the sun shines and gather their yield,
Cutting and bailing, trailers stacked high,
A ploughman’s lunch under Northumberland sky,

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