Kamna's Blog

Practice makes a man perfect, but if nobody is perfect, then nobody is a man! & a man is nobody, which means there are no bodies of men! & when there are no bodies of men, then females cannot reproduce! & if the females can't procreate, the world can't go on! SO stop practicing, because you're causing Armaggedon! BUT stop practicing what? If you stop practicing anything, If you don't do anything, then nothing will ever be done! Then it's as good as causing Armageddon. So just do whatever you want! & whatever you do, the end is inevitable! BUT, there is always an EPSILON in life. An unoccupied place outside the loop. CHECK OUT ONE OF HIS RANTS, the last part's the best :) Off the Pill - Farts

Dusty is a naughty kitty A bad mischievous pussy He loves to steal purple bras Dreams about dancing among flowers Dusty can't help himself when he sees pink gloves He goes wild and grabs slyly all that he loves Living in San Francisco has never been this fun Never before has there been a cat like this one Three years of theft unexplained Six hundred items gone, just disappeared Finally it's been discovered the illness of the poor furry crook Now everyone's stunned when they look At just how this unique burglar took!

Hattie the pretty henny Laid a little baby eggy Except the egg wasn't so little Eight times the size of his brothers he lay still Yet Hattie seemed unruffled Astonished she wasn't at her new kid's build Her child he was, however odd Full with joy she accepted Her huge baby she named Bob Hattie's owner Jeremy sure was gobsmacked Not for the first time though was an egg so fat Harriet the hen did only last summer Lay a egg so big her chicken bum couldn't cover! Real NEWS! No kidding .

Beautiful melodies I sang for you To you all my loving felt so true I waited everyday at the window sill Feeling so lost and out of touch, I am waiting still I wanted and wished with all my might Thought to myself, I will not leave without a fight Comfort me now for I am frightened This love is doing more harm than it is doing mend It it really love though, I question Or is it just fallacious fiction? Deluded I attempt for peace I seek Somehow all efforts feel so meek My mind it craves for clarity My heart it's shrouded in insanity Someday I hope to be set free I'll realise it's all just not meant to be

Sometimes I fall Sometimes I snap At  times I dodge the ball At times I catch

The brightness was unusually comforting. My heart was gladdened with the light that seemed to seep through my eyelids and force them apart thus revealing to me the otherwise unappreciated beauty of the morning's first sun rays. It was just the perfect amount of sun, too. Not too warm, not too cool, considering it was the middle of November. I moved ever so subtle-ly so as to not rouse Rosalind. She looked so peaceful in our bright purple duvet, like a white dove immersed in a love that only the sweetness of deep sleep can offer. As I slid out of the double bed I flung my cardigan over my head. I noticed that out in the veranda, lay strewn all across the floor were remainders of last night's exercise. Last night's "exercise", I say because it sure did tire me out; all the book-sorting work that Rosalie imposed over my otherwise dull day at the House. Rosalind and I have been married for the past seventeen years. Ours was a marriage of convenience. Both our...

It's all about recognising when the hurt is making you stronger and when it's just plain hurt. He who angers you conquers you. Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want. Democracy is the only system that persists in asking the powers that be whether they are the powers that ought to be. And, Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other. Information is not knowledge. Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't. Advice is seldom welcome, but those who want it the most like it the least. There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. Holding on to anger is like grasping hot coal with the intention of throwing it at someone. But what you don't realise is that you are the one getting burned. For every minute spent in organising, an hour is earned. Cowards give excuses. ...