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Ramblings upon waking
21 April 2008 09:35Elephants track the soil of memory across the tundra of my mind. Wooly mammoths stumbling across the land bridge in a CBC cartoon in my memories, a child hood that might as well be millions of years ago.
They say that cavemen and dinosaurs never co-existed but how do you explain today’s office working environment?
I wish money could talk. I want to hear the colourful faces tell us of the shady agreements that our forefathers made as they stitched laws together into a blanket the size of a constitution to cover us and keep us warm while we sleep. They want us asleep. Go to sleep world. We’re on it. We’re taking care of things. Shhh. Shhh.
They get the money. We get the lullaby that makes no cents.
They don’t realize that a sleeping populace is dangerous because when we sleep, we dream. And dreaming leads to revolutions.
Of course the world is flat. It’s as big as a king-size bed.
The knowledge tree of Eden is on top and we’re hanging off the bottom, fingers tangled in the roots, feet dangling above an eternal fall, waiting until we no longer have the strength to hold on. Waiting until we all let go and do our own Lucifer dive.
In the garden of Eden, the serpent gave Eve and Adam the ability to love more than once. Our hearts can shed skins like snakes. They can swallow relationships that will keep them well-fed for years at a time and then they can move on. They can even love more than one at the same time. That was what got them punished.
Cat’s brains are puzzle pieces and Christmas mornings warring for control. Everyone with feet has two souls. Tears kill slugs.
And there’s no sense in buying unsweetened chocolate for Valentine’s Day.
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They say that cavemen and dinosaurs never co-existed but how do you explain today’s office working environment?
I wish money could talk. I want to hear the colourful faces tell us of the shady agreements that our forefathers made as they stitched laws together into a blanket the size of a constitution to cover us and keep us warm while we sleep. They want us asleep. Go to sleep world. We’re on it. We’re taking care of things. Shhh. Shhh.
They get the money. We get the lullaby that makes no cents.
They don’t realize that a sleeping populace is dangerous because when we sleep, we dream. And dreaming leads to revolutions.
Of course the world is flat. It’s as big as a king-size bed.
The knowledge tree of Eden is on top and we’re hanging off the bottom, fingers tangled in the roots, feet dangling above an eternal fall, waiting until we no longer have the strength to hold on. Waiting until we all let go and do our own Lucifer dive.
In the garden of Eden, the serpent gave Eve and Adam the ability to love more than once. Our hearts can shed skins like snakes. They can swallow relationships that will keep them well-fed for years at a time and then they can move on. They can even love more than one at the same time. That was what got them punished.
Cat’s brains are puzzle pieces and Christmas mornings warring for control. Everyone with feet has two souls. Tears kill slugs.
And there’s no sense in buying unsweetened chocolate for Valentine’s Day.
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