To Pee or not to Pee?

Whilst, drawing n stuff, my mind meandered and… and it said I needed to pee pee. Pee-pee is more polite than Pee. Isn’t it?

What engaged my attention on this exciting Friday evening was the ponderance of the fact that if Pee-pee is the politER form of ‘pee’, then is, piss-piss, the politER form of piss? And if so is it fair game to say (when drunken or agitated) I am Pissed-pissed, and not be held in contempt for misuse of the English etiquetual language?

THIS is the reason I drink people… I AM so very sober right now.

BAD bad example. Children, you do not need to drink to be beautifully creative. However you may need to indulge, once mature well rounded individuals, to stop you from writing complete and utter drivel on the internet.

~IW~

Where We’re From

Listening to music on a Friday evening and drawing. Eating chocolate too. With tea. Abstaining from wine – well – I had some earlier. Obviously.

Hometown

A shadow tilts its head at me
Spirits in the dark are waiting
I won’t let them win, go quietly
I won’t let them win, go quietlyBe the one, be the one
To take my soul and make it undone
Be the one, be the one
To take me home and show me the sun
I know, I know
You can bring the fire, I can bring the bones
I know, I know
You make the fire in my bones, and make it grow

Where we’re from, there’s no sun
Our hometown’s in the dark
Where we’re from, we’re no one
Our hometown’s in the dark
Our hometown’s in the dark

A shadow tilts its head at me
Spirits in the dark are waiting
I won’t let them win, go quietly
I won’t let them win, go quietly

Put away, put away
All the gods your father served today
Put away, put away
Your traditions, believe me when I say
We don’t know, we don’t know
How to put back the power in our soul
We don’t know, we don’t know
Where to find what once was in our bones

Where we’re from, there’s no sun
Our hometown’s in the dark
Where we’re from, we’re no one
Our hometown’s in the dark
Our hometown’s in the dark

A shadow tilts its head at me
Spirits in the dark are waiting
I won’t let them win, go quietly
I won’t let them win, go quietly

Where we’re from, there’s no sun
Our hometown’s in the dark
Where we’re from, we’re no one
Our hometown’s in the dark
Our hometown’s in the dark

~IW~

 

Help Me?

I have a special place in my heart for people who want to help me.

No no – I KNOW that sounds obviously narcissistic…but if they are willing to help ME – then – they are willing to help others – right?

Does their ability to wish to ‘help’ determine their character?

Oh hell yes! It is fairly simple to see when someone is willing to engage in mutual assistance and when they are just wanting to brow beat you and rail-road you into doing things THEIR way. Or is it that obvious?

I would be inclined to state that their character determines their ability to help?

Can they walk a mile inside your world? Or do they have a little handbook that dictates their rules?

Read a book of do’s and dont’s or, god forbid, a ‘how to’ list and be an expert on the human condition, good and evil, right and wrong and et cetera.

I though a whole lot of other stuff on my drive home today – but I shan’t bore you with them all at once, mainly because I would prefer to go and either cut the grass, paint, or play my guitar.

However I will mention that I had some visitors the other day and it was such fun!

Forgive me not if I offend, it amused me and so I share:

Jehovah witnesses. Dear servants of the Lord, OUT in the rain concerned about my soul and life.

You know they always seem to know when I am at my weakest? Blows my mind. That they come to me for guidance when I JUST do not have any for them…

SO I am now a convert.

I will now get to rule in ‘The government of god’ (that means his ‘kingdom’, but that is so old fashioned so its now ‘government’ cos we trust those more see)
All you peasants will have to stay living on the earth and answer to me as I stand side but side the omnipotent God almighty and help him keep you all in line.

Sounds like fun right?

Only thing that ALWAYS happens is that when I am at my weakest it is then I am at my strongest.

See, if those two ladies are going to be ruling with god, may he strike me where I stand- they talk too much and don’t listen.

Oh bless em – their hearts are good right? They want help… I mean… they want TOO help.

They want to teach us something about how to live a better life and not have to live on earth but be a big shot up with the other big shot dudes.

I did have to be a gracious hostess and shut them up so they would leave as the amusement factor began to wear off?

My tactic?

Authority dear ones. Tell them you are already a BIGGER shot than they are – well not TELL them of course – show them and prove it… so I did. I am not saying how cos that will offend people, and you know how I do not like to offend people…especially the ones who will be my rulers one day…

OK – I HAVE to tell you –

I told them I was a prophet.

Know what they did?

They said, ‘Yes, Jesus was  prophet’

Me: Did you even hear me?

Yes you said Jesus was a prophet.

I repeated my authoritative title of prophet.

They replied ‘oh’, and kindly… explained to me what a prophet is.

Yeah cos people go around calling themselves shit without even knowing what it represents…

Did they believe me? Yeah… they asked me if I had a message for them or something to teach them.

DO I feel badly? Yeah… um …no.

Did you know that they have a cut off time of half an  hour to speak to people and then if the person is ‘accepting’ they will arrange to come back so they can fill your head with more shit? Know why? (don’t expect THEY do)

I was just starting to engage them when they had to go…any longer than half an hour is dangerous to them. Easily manipulated and brainwashed, so you could undo all that crap in a few hours. They only return if you want to hear what THEY have to say. But then again… they did not get ‘my message’… curiosity is a bitch right?

They hesitantly offered me their pamphlet and asked if I would go visit their website, I just smiled and said to them:

Look up a passage by Saint Francis, and then come back in a few months. I did not tell them the passage, even though they asked me, AFTER them saying ‘but he is not from the bible?’

For your benefit here it is though (see HOW nice I am?) :

‘Preach the Gospel at all times, and when necessary, use words.

Messengers of God? For Gods government? Give me A FUCKING break. AND YEAH they may as well have been Charismatic, Prosperity, and the likes. Get your shit straight or stay inside where it is safe and warm – standing in the rain and being a martyr (or as my son calls it a ‘tomato’) does not automatically mean you are right. Box it and ribbon it and call it the truth?

I get angry inside. SO angry I, tremble, with my eyes burning darlings. Wanna see some tables fly? I recall somewhere that a certain ‘prophet’ threw tables round, so it is acceptable isn’t it? If I offended you – this post was meant for you.

All who have ears – let them hear?

~IW~

*sorry about the misleading title dear ones – you know how it rolls…. got to call the people to me if I want to get that dough religion rolling*