Archive for July 24th, 2009
It is a Fact
Posted by: adonis49 on: July 24, 2009
It is a Fact
The sun was peeking into my new Morning.
My consciousness barely awakened,
In a twilight drowsiness.
Out of nowhere,
A huge banner flashed in my mind,
It said “you shall die”.
My mind was blank before I read it,
It was blank for a long moment afterward.
My semi waking conscious scrambled
Into filling in real and imaginary activities,
That I am to do today.
Appointments that I am to tend to, today.
The concept that all of us shall die,
Was clear to me. A Fact to others,
Still a Fact to me,
In the distant future,
Rushing wildly now
To tell me that it is a Fact.
Plain Talk
Posted by: adonis49 on: July 24, 2009
Plain Talk; (1999)
1. You are fired. Brokers don’t like your poem
About Realtors whom you don’t like much.
Your poem is totally negative: Not a player.
You need to cooperate to stay in the game.
2. You are fired. You were never a problem.
Hard working, mindlessly hard working.
You need to work smart: Don’t work.
You are just too much headaches for us all.
3. You are fired. I like you. You might succeed.
You are short, short sighted, not elegant, the wrong image for success.
You are yet stubborn: I want your own good.
Too independent even for a Realtor.
4. You are fired. Your freedom of speech is dangerous.
You are confirming peoples’ perception about us.
Fat commissions to sustain expensive images.
Luxury cars, on lease. Too busy, appointment next week.
5. You are fired. You should not host open houses 5 days a week.
Open houses don’t sell homes. Ads and accessible information don’t either.
Listen to me: Plant the sign. What sell are price and time.
Price, low prices, time, long time.
Venomous quotes
Posted by: adonis49 on: July 24, 2009
Venomous quotes (July 24, 2009)
The following quotes are altered; thus, they are mine.
Mother eats spoiling fruits first; she never finds a fresh one when she is hungry.
I don’t pay my depts to dear freinds: They might forget me instantly.
My deepest wish is to die just on time.
I admire passions in man. I abhor passionate man.
We are a mean people. We accept “she resembles you like a spit” as a compliment.
Love was blind. Marriage worked the miracle.
As far as I recall the only pet animals we had were our domestic helpers.
Whom to believe? What is you choice:
Monkeys are too nice to be our ancestors.
As us, of all animals, monkeys are the most indecents.
I intend to re-integrate the teaching staff: I miss the urge for slaping faces.
Sweet kids and sweet elderly are unsufferable. Mischevous kids and brave elderls excite my killing tendency.
You do want to live in Switzerland? Why the expense? Cheap lethal poisons can deliver you from society quicker.
Citizens of all nations are uniform: It is my mood that varies.
You have many reasons for epilating chest, arms, and legs. You have only one reason to considering your ass.
You must be falling in love with taxes: you applied for a State job.
It is our little political leaders encouraging me to ask “why not me?”
As monkeys learned to simulate parrots Chambers of Parliament became feasible inventions.
For lack of an ideology the benevolent leader barely killed a dozen.
A big banquet; a tiny slice of cake remains: the Thirld World.
Stoney Laws erected prisons; brothels borrowed religions’ bricks.
One scar won’t heal: Deputies and mother-in-laws’ mouths.
All States never fathomed Robin Hood: it is so much easier to take from the poor to aid the rich.
Most cooking books are of large characters; not because the users need magnifying glasses: their contents are readable.
You want to go into politics in Lebanon? Warnings! Observe Saad Hariri. First you don’t think much, then your mind quickly shifts into deep coma.
The “Moustakbal” reformists never gave insomnia to bankers.
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