5 Random Thoughts I’ve Had Today #63

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My weekly post for some entertainment; for myself and all of you!

1. Last week I complained about the heat. Now, BOOM. The cold and fall have arrived! That means I can start drinking tea again! (I have a mental block against drinking hot drinks in the summer).

2. Breakfast sandwiches are the shit. I don’t care who you are. They’re the best. Any kind or shape; big or small, bacon or sausage.

3. Why does money have to make the world go ’round? I wish that everything I saw or pinned on Pinterest that I wanted would just appear in my hand. Is that too much to ask for??

4. I am a bandwagonner for sure. Just thought I’d throw that out there. Not politically, but I mean, if Suzy gets a FabFitFun box, so does Allison.

5. Having long hair is so much fun. Except when it’s not…

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Langston Hughes Speaks of Rivers

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
–Langston Hughes
I was just reading this poem the other day and thinking how amazing it is that the poet wrote it when he was 17 years-old and had just graduated high school.  I know about his connection with the Harlem Renaissance, but I had not read…

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My Diary: The Ship In A Bottle On The Mantelpiece Is Sinking

Gerald's Rather Strange Diary

I couldn’t go into the garden,‭ ‬where I have been growing footprints in wet earth,‭ ‬because Fritz the Cat‭ ‬-‭ ‬who I pictured with a Mongol archer on his back‭ ‬-‭ ‬had hidden my shoes.‭ ‬In response I measured how far I would have to throw a shard of broken pottery before it could be classed as space junk and then wrote words on a wide range of objects jettisoned from a supposedly sinking ship.‭ ‬I arranged them into ocean wide lines and put in punctuation marks to act as life boats.‭ ‬When I had finished this I suddenly remembered that as a young child I made a house out of a hole in the ground and an up turned pram‭ ‬-‭ ‬I would lay inside wondering if ghosts suffered from wind while the large tree in the middle of the garden blew its shadow into the shape of a…

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