To know you is to love you, it was said, maybe more often than not, to one’s self. Are you self centered in love best? Are you balanced and moving or not?

Are you in the center of the so called most perfect circle, as you’ve been said to have come full circle? Do you feel like a square of heart, in this so called full circle satisfaction of goal?

Young and caught in the middle of you! Let me out of your full circle, now! Why do you have to come full-circle and you alone? I’d like to stay, but can’t see fit to. Is there some unknown reason their avoiding coming into your full-circle and wanting politely out right quick? (Read the full post about ‘To Go Full-Circle With No Finish-Line Love !’…)

The book, “Black Like Me” was about a “White-Man”, that took lots of pills to change his skin pigment, and see what it was like to live in “Society” as a so called “Black-Man”.

It killed him, to try and become white again, as he was treated so rude, and immensely discriminated. He died as the pills to turn you “Back” of skin tone alone, were different.

Once you go black or white, or what-ever, be sure you can get back inside out, as trying to go out-side best so called back in, offers more than double-trouble.

This is meant to be difficult to understand, as grace is offered in the lines, so as to keep you from jumping into changing color or sex, to quick.. (Read the full post about ‘Hesitating Best Fit For The All And All !’…)

A German theater is to stage the world premiere of the controversial Salman Rushdie novel The Satanic Verses, breaking a long taboo and prompting fears of a backlash by local Muslims.

The Hans Otto theater in Potsdam, south-west of Berlin, is due to begin an eight-week run of the stage adaptation of the 1988 novel on Sunday, aiming, said its director, to expose it to a new audience.

Police authorities in the city said security at the theater and in Potsdam would be increased for fear of attacks by Muslim fundamentalists.

Muslims were offended by what they regarded as blasphemous references in the book, causing Iran to issue a fatwa calling on Muslims to kill the writer. (Read the full post about ‘Security Stepped Up As German Theatre Breaks Taboo By Staging Satanic Verses’…)

To argue with the so called fools or to enjoy being a so called fool with them, without hurting a soul wrong? To fool the fool by using various methods, of personality fluctuations, and variations of so called crazy.

Types of fools listings, and what causes their foolishness. They want to create so they have to play different parts of different fools both known and unknown, even beyond “The Tubes”, “Super Stars”, and they themselves.

When you can loose yourself and still come-back or not naturally what’s the harm? Is not foolishness no worse than a day dream, you did since baby-hood? (Read the full post about ‘Fool Variations Of Creative Satisfactions !’…)

Wondering like never before, Oh Lord, Oh Lord! Your already there, where I need to be!

I of me and some of you too, can’t still but make me turn bluer than blue.

Where oh where, “Is my sweety of a red-headed faced fool” ?
The dream was there, the spot came too with faith, that offered the right time best!

Oh now oh Lord, I need the rest blessed, as my blue can’t come through best, without my red, and your white. Like the flag of the red, white and blue, that I call my own, still today anyways.

Full character can’t be in love complete, “Oh where, Oh where are you my, “Sweety Of A Red Headed Faced Fool” ? (Read the full post about ‘Song/Poem: Sweety Red-Headed Faced Heart of a Fool !’…)

Secrets are hidden everywhere you don’t even want to know, at times. Secret to secret, secrets. I’ll more than keep it quite, if you do. Just how wise is she? Wiser than her years, but you know your even wiser, and mustn’t reveal yourself. I’ll take over where she leaves off. How will you ever take over anything F.B.I. ish, or B.F.I. ish, if you can’t keep a secret! We don’t keep any secrets around here. Were so open we can start the next war. Wars of words, may leave themselves materially weaponless, for decades even until that one secret breaks out.

Secrets can offer themselves to help stop wars as well. Secret against secret wars then can come to be yet still. (Read the full post about ‘Hidden Secrets’…)

You figure this is God-Odd all over, and some kind of more than cleaning miracle. You latter even come to hear of a cleaner of fruits best orgion.

Normally you’d just suck this liquid of chemical waste up with shop vacs best offerings. You some-how figure that sense your husband up and died that you can bring yourself back to where he coughed up the pop-ice of stick up, with some blood, before his speculative natured, “Hard Ice, Choke Of Heart-Attack Orgion”. Not So Nice Should You Not Bother To Lick It First Best !

The “Para-Medics” found a “Angelic Type Greeting Card” that flew down onto directly where the cough of rocketed down type pop-ice, chokes blood came to land, with no pop, and no more pop of ice either. (Read the full post about ‘The Natural Never Meant To Be By Me Mix !’…)

You take more than you give. Take more than you give, I can’t take it, something awful, something awful!

Can’t do what you say, do what you say. Want to leave everyday, everyday. Never ever will you let me live, “I did it my way”. Yea, you give me, “The impossible dream”, then it up and stops, before it has a chance to start!

Can’t live everyday, this a way, this a way. Never been able to miss one day right, miss one day right, cause as all I have is you left, you left!

You take more than you give. Take more than you give, something awful, something awful, awful, awful, and I’m more than all full of it, like nothing else, like nothing else, despite what you think, what you think! (Read the full post about ‘Softer Was She, Than That Icy Cold, Cold Floor !’…)

On The Yankee Station by William Boyd is a series of short stories, the longest of which provides the title for the set. This particular story is a superb piece of short fiction, much more than a short story, confronting, in less than twenty-five pages, several big issues and, at the same time, drawing its characters in considerable, complex detail.

Set on an aircraft carrier in the South China Sea during the Vietnam War, it describes the antagonistic relationship between two crew members. Pfitz is a pilot, conscious of and grateful for his perceived and actual status, a status he does not hesitate to assert to his advantage. (Read the full post about ‘On The Yankee Station by William Boyd’…)

Rosamund Stacey is the first person narrator of her own story in the Millstone by Margaret Drabble. Rosamund is a single mother – nothing strange about that, perhaps, at least in a twenty-first century Britain where now half of births are outside of marriage. But in the early 1960s, when The Millstone was written, unmarried mothers were not so common and it was a status to which considerable stigma was attached.

Consequently, when Rosamund visits hospital for her regular check-ups, she is summoned from the waiting room with a call of Mrs. Stacey in an attempt to maintain the privacy of her status. (Read the full post about ‘The Millstone by Margaret Drabble’…)