“Why is it called a toothbrush?”
(he asked rhetorically)
as I use it to brush more than one
it makes no sense to me
surely 'teethbrush' would be correct
for dental care and gums
so from now on that's what I'll use
to remove food residue between my teeth
while I still have some
Hypothesis:
What is an ego anyways
Are we born with it
And from the moment we have the willpower
we’re tasked with muting it
Or does it grow from experiences of rejection
Fed by whom?
Is it intrinsically preserving,
Extrinsically repelling…
For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate
Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory
Experiment:
I’d like to think my ego dissolved
The moment my mother dropped me
From her arms before I ever had a chance to challenge Piaget’s concept of object permanence
And when I plummeted to reality
I landed upon the selfless idea
That if their need for affirmation
Could supersede my need for survival
Then I could keep from ever falling so tragically again
Analysis:
And though ego death happens in silence
It’s showboating that sustains ego life
Suppose one without the death
could never question their impulses.
Without an initial fall
The ego can’t even see it’s own reflection
Appetites grow
Metabolism slows
sleep something away
thing trades day ~ that's slept away
e'er slept day away
to burn the candle
at both ends ~ workaholics
early grave earners
sleepover at friends
or your place ~ white Lab/doghouse
spare room o'er garage.
to let sleeping dogs
lie ~ let go say no more ~ OR
stir the fire and burn
to go to bed with
the chickens mean early to
bed early to rise
to sleep with fishes
gangster talk ~ murder dump in
body of water
to lose sleep over
a person or per thing just
sleep dream best not worse
-OR-
to lose sleep over
a person or per thing then
just stay up and worry
to put one or thing
to sleep one is bored to sleep
or euthanized pets
-OR-
to put somebody
to sleep read H*'** P**'** <--told Tolstoy keep writing
verbosities yikes/writes
rocking to sleep use
back-forth-motion helps ~ OR
use real rocks ~ they'll sleep
water under the
bridge ~ past wrongs can't fix life flows
free of wrongs can't fix
I'll go to pay the
water bill ~ means someone will
go to urinate
to walk on water
~ do the impossible that
which is difficult
carry fire in one
hand and water in other
hand ~ meant to deceive
throw the baby out
with the bath water ~ means junk
and jewel gets tossed
to spend money like
water ~
muddy the waters
~ taking all the footwear when
the rain starts to fall
Father waters he'll
hold ~ I swear it's gospel truth
chicken little's right
pour cold water on
should stop fights with you ~ but not
all sayings perfect
uncharted waters
~ idea map for ships to
follow make-up one
be water off a
duck's back ~ finger pointing an
axe to grind slander
blood is thicker than
water ~ our family line
has drawn our pure blood
fish out of water
~ drowns to death in an ocean
of new blue yonder
one can talk under
water ~ is Aussie's saying
one who's talkative
like a duck takes to
water ~ are folks showing off
acting like a duck
to dip one's toe in
the water ~ are baby steps
slow start to master
one oar in water
~ is home lights left on while light
in your brains is off
get one's head above
water ~ is to stand up tall
and see how shallow
to rain on someone's
parade ~ is spoil ruin someone's
fun joy happiness
saving for rainy
days ~ are when good turned bad and
you're ready for it
raincheck ~ simplify's
life scheduled prupose arranged
sequentially yours
charge it to the dust
and let the rain settle it
~ just pay or get out
come in out of the
rain ~ it's a losing battle
wake up to the facts
it’s raining pitchforks
British to rain stair rods ~ is
to rain heavily
if you are in deep
water ~ you're in a fix/catch
can't patch nor fix it
blowing thing/s out from
water ~ is winning and let
the loser know it
to be like oil and
water ~ whence aha moment
be a couple's fate
to cast one's bread on
water ~ whence thank you's silence
is golden ... and more
having a bee in
one’s bonnet ~ is to be wrapped
up in obsessed with
the honey trap ~ is
an attractive or handsome
looks woos your fondness
the bee's knee's ~ is
something new like an iPhone
or your shoes hair style
the birds and the bees
~ birds do it bees do it and
smart-as-heck fleas SEX (Cole Porter's is:
educated/smart-as-heck
used to fit in the point--
SEX)
what's meant float like a
butterfly sting like a bee
~ life perseverance
Upon receipt of this paraphrase whenever it visits upon your person--free of dire straits and in trepidation, its infamous adage, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong," subject to limits.
I've equivocated or tossed-up similarities of circumstances and their eventual outcome via two terse verse coursing, about a couple of other postings below this one.
It is--I strongly advise--recommended reading for matters of consequence hereafter, for such they'd be an exemplar for a better you.
Equivocation is hiding the truth, sway lies your way ... by telling a story, or stories.
If quantum knowledge serves you well, you'll see the clarity--via the obscurity and levity--and the light at the end of its veracity.
I think we're in trouble mate
why, what's wrong
I saw the pilot reading a manual
was it how to land a plane in a storm
no, how to fly one
???---!.
there's no life preservers on this ship, mate
I heard this captain say that the ship has a full complement on board
so what does that mean
well after the ship sinks
we'll just sit tight
with no life preservers
there'll be plenty
just wait a while
give or take ... !
Tis the way of life's challenge as an adult male,
the prize parts in two fates: flock ownership tethered
innate skills, exiting rights the Bachelor's Herd
as skills tested, foes midst or yond; fail or prevail.
A sullen
sickness
befallen me
from whence
a darkening
ventured
nigh
and stolen
the sparkling
embodiment
features of
stars
in the
gloaming
of the mundane
hovering misery
of shooting
dead stars
aloft my
head
aches now
fevers the whole
of me afire unceasing
as it spreads and
grasp my soul
this simple
cover
to shield
the chill that
stills my blood
like frost to ice and
flits burning back
to hell's hold
temporal
twas
until the
perspectives
exchanged one
to the other who
now lays its claim
and tortuous
name being
Dante
I wrapped
myself and
snuggling in
hopes to shrug
off this biting cold
that locks its icy grip
on my body and soul
if not for the beating
of my heart that it
reassures me
that soon it
will pass
and end
malady
pursual of
my deepening
doctorless gloom
that will drift a parting
long-awaited since at first
my eyes had closed and will
soon be opening to the
welcoming vision of
her striking ascent
prepare myself
for that cure
is here ...
Aurora.
I hold that whenever the wind blows for instance
if it goes the goes follow me to settle and perhaps
progress tomorrow
thus sometimes it may not matter the corner of the world
or how morning or afternoon or evening?,
I know it is sometimes glassy and bartering and unquit
stone?, well, what matters, matters most the soul
is gold never to waste like time like something?, what
thing is good for it now?.
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