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the schlumpf rock my world.......found on edge of a canal in Berlin next to two swans eating the wall

Random Poetic Memory

Ok, time for some poetry from the heart.....found at the depths of my inbox from a strange poet i met one time in 2002.

Now I bring it back to life and plaster it for all to see

Hi Tess,

Have you ever been thinking about someone and, for whatever reason you just go into a very playful, light hearted, creative state? And in that, I guess you could even call it a romantic state, you get really inspired . . . and moved . . . to connect with that deepest part of who you really are . . . and do things you wouldn't usually do. Anyway, something about you inspired me to write a poem after meeting you at the Veggie bar the other night. So I am sending it to you.

I don't know if you are the sort of person who is open enough to appreciate this, because for me, this is very personal . . . It's like I am letting you into that deeper part of my mind, where nobody has been before . . . And you'd have to leave behind all the rules, the roles, masks, cultural and peer pressure conditioning . . . bare of all pre-conceptions as it were . . . ready to allow that natural you, the deeper essence inside of who you really are to come out . . . now, with me, it's like opening up to new possibilities, experiences and feelings beyond anything you may have ever felt before. Taking you into places you don't even know you have inside you.

When I write that's how it sometimes feels. It's like it allows me to connect with the deepest part of who I really am. It's like being in the moment. That place and time when everything slows down and all that creativity just comes flooding through. With me, that's the most precious feeling.

Peter - The most incredibly good looking, irresistibly sexy . . . and modest . . . guy you ever met.

P.S. If you want a chance to meet me next time, give me your number, so I can call you. But only if you promise to keep your hands of me!!

Flying Free . . .

The way you talk, the way you smile . . .
Reminds me of a butterfly.
Floating by on wings of air . . .
Living life without a care.

A breeze of colour as you glide by . . .
And brighten up the world with your great style.
But most guys juat look and stare
Or are too busy to even care . . .
And never notice the way you walk . . .
Or the way your eyes light up when you talk.

They never see the real person inside. . .
Where your real beauty and joy reside.
But don't let that worry you . . .
Because you know the real you.

A gentle spirit that's come so far . . .
A butterfly that's flown her jar.
Looking for that special flower.
Whose sweet nectar will give you the power

But as you explore this beauty, you wonder . . .
What it would be like to be falling under.
A spell . . . hmmmmm . . . so magic, you'd float on up high . . .
High up into the soft . . . warm . . . fluffy pink clouds in the sky.

And as you allow those feelings spreading on down . . .
Penetrating the very depths of your mind.
And awaken the passion that's yearning . . .
To come . . . into that void that's burning.
To connect your soul, your body and your mind.

Now please don't try to follow me . . .
Or start stalking me from a tree
Because by now you realise, that life is just a funny game . . .
And this poem is just insane . . .

So just enjoy this special moment . . .
And one day you may well comment.
That this was a time so special
You will remember it . . . forever.

In my eternal quest for discovering food treasure I have stumbled upon the new edible onion ring bracelet! The only place I can find that stocks this deep fried golden Schmuck is white trash....very tasty

Loving my new teeth...found in an underground shop alond side a canal in Berlin....going to go back and buy the whole set!

So next stop....The Ramones Museum to hang with another dude with some some pretty attractive teeth

TIPPU'S TIGER

I recently went digging for treasure at my local library and found this little gem in a book of random tid bits.......

Tippu's Tiger is a mechanical toy depicting a tiger cutting sick at a British Soldier and was made c.1870.

It was made for the Sultan of Mysore, who had resisted the British takeover of India.

Tippu made growling noises and the Soldier screamed!

You can find the real thing at the V&A Museum in London town.

what an attractive pan...

Walking through kitchen department in Sogo Shopping Centre Hong Kong Island I uncovered a series of visually stimulating culinary displays, including this fluro yellow baste chooken ....i had to restrain my taste buds before they jumped ship!