latest 'joke'...

life is so ironic but mzm doesn't know if it's Fe2+ Fe3+ or just plain iron...
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the wall, the wall

fall of a wall of a hall of a mall
falling on a strolling a little mole
oh why oh why did that mall hall wall fall?
on that little oh so little strolling
mole.

Ladies and gentlemen...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7mPppJYUwI
Lately and too often yes often with a T.. as in tea...
I've been listening to Spektor...
This is one of my favorite songs...

  Pavlov's Daughter

".
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 .
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature...
 .
 .
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I hear you turning your thoughts off
It get's quiet...

As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood,
waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow,
but nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
going down stream...
to where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all... "

Apparently i can't....

.... leave myself.
I was trying to do something and blogger asked me to sign in. So I did and I became a selfish follower.
!!
Now I can't undo myself!
!!

To be or not to be.
You are
Je pense donc je suis
Je suis
Et l'enfer c'est l'autre
Bein et moi? C'est quoi moi?
Mais l'autre c'est ou bien sait
le centre de l'univers
Alors qui suis-je?
Et toi?
Toimoisiamoi
Je serai l'enfer
mais je suis
l'amour
amour
silence
bouche bee
bee
be
b
bebe
Getting close to nothing?
a ball of vacuum
A thing
but a no-thing
A
B
B
B

lapsing collapsing wavefunctions.

After a couple of IPAs...sitting in a the dark corner of the pub took out my notebook and noted:


what do we really see?
collapsing wavefunctions into photons
to our hearts' desire.
Are they really trees
or some projection of
we wish to see
or the suffering of the guilty
or the hunger of the poor.
what do we really see.
if so..
then we have the power to see
la vie en rose?
to SEE
a smile... smiles in faces
rich and poor
smiles and... sparks in
all
don't we have this power
isn't this what makes us human
collapse photons collapse and fill us with light
light, to see the hearts of
men and women
old and young
even the blind can see these
collapsing projections of
stars
magnificent stars glittering
day and night
smiles and stars
we are, are.


I don't know... so what do you think?

cafe marichiabella

y'a rien d'autre.
c'est ca la vie.

chin chin.