Observations of the Universe

I was queing up in woollies, getting some essential stuff, toilet paper, detergent etc etc...

this guy infront of me, he was well-built. Biceps showing under his tight t-shirt. Skinny blue jeans with a red-striped nylon keychain hanging out from his back pocket. That however wasnt what which made me notice him in the first place.

This dude, bought a box of 12pack condoms, a bottle of petroleum jelly, a homebrand box of tissue and...



...a stapler...

What the Beholder Sees

She had a consecrating smile,
Hallowed, sacred but also dreadfully vile.
A glare so tender it’s cruel,
To the beholder for what he beholds is beautiful.

Peace, love and serenity.
Her grace is tranquillity.
Her presence alone uplift s the soul,
And once again, makes me whole

On Dung

Imagine...

Youre walking in the forest, and you come across a piece of dung.

Now, Imagine again, the same situation, just that this piece of dung you come across has many, i mean, many small, white maggot like slugs crawling in and out of it. Ewww, i know, but to a laymen, that just probably means that piece of feces there has been there, for awhile at least. Time enough for them flies to sit and lay a couple...

Now, Imagine again.
Youre walking in the forest, the Tasmanian Forest to be exact, and you come across, not a piece of dung, but a Tasmanian Devil, in the midst of laying a dung. After its done, it looks at you, sniffs you for a sec and runs off into the bush.

You examine the dung (15 seconds after its laid), and see white maggot like slugs crawling on, in then out of that piece of freshly laid dung...

o.O

my expression was precisely that. These animals eat partially rotten meat. Mice, Rabbit, Wallaby, Kangaroo road kills, and in the process, ingested maggot eggs and other various types of necro-worms. It goes into its (Tasmanian Devils) stomach, and comes out the other end- Hatched and ready to squirm.

I had the priviledge to see this all, in the Tasmanian National WildLife parks.

So, Ben, this was the thing i wanted to tell you. That satchet of Tasmanian Dung hanging on your room door... and i have to say this...











LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

Mercury Bird

Oh the stupidity, the innocence, the mind thats ill!
Oh the infamy, the disaster, how absurd!
Oh how naive, the idiocy, the ridicule!
To even think, to tame the Mercury Bird...

Brain Freeze

Not in a literal sense, but also in a literal sense.

It seems when you're happy, you dont blog. Or at least thats the case for me. Being a little abibliophobic, i logged on to friend's blogs, and they too, like Choke, is "suffering" from mania, and hence have nothing to write about.

oh well, its a good thing i guess... may or may not, this "happiness" last.

amen bros