Once in a while, when least expected, I manage what could be mistaken for an intelligent thought on Blue Sky. One try’s not to get caried away by such things. Here though, for your possible amusement, are some of my own favorites, without any attribution, or indeed context in regard to why I said made them…

In the beginning there was darkness, and then the lord said “let there be light!” So, the question is, who was he speaking to?

The perfect sentence comes to you at 3am and then you can’t get back to sleep because you are thinking about it. In the morning it has gone…

I catch up with the news once a day , mid evening , for 15-20 minutes , then reward myself with a human interest story about a baby marmoset All news that is in any way important on any given day can be expressed and delivered in 20 minutes (+ human interest marmoset)

I should add the marmoset can be a flacons chick, a pig or a small horse, but never, and I mean never, a vicar in Croydon there are rules people.

Stare long enough into the void, and your eyes go a little squiffy.

Don’t have kids After a time they become adults Then they drag you out around Leeds drinking till the early hours… Don’t do this if you then have to work a table at a comic con the following day….

We left late stage capitalism for the fresh hell of corporate feudalism. As one of the peasants I am thinking of running off to the woods with a longbow, and building a tree fort.

You are never too old to follow your dreams, but as you get older, catching them becomes more of a struggle and indeed remembering what they were.

The true wealth of a society is not measured by how many of its citizens are billionaires. But by how few of its citizens live in poverty Anyone who does not understand that, has no business being in politics.

One feels compelled to point out this is perfectly normal abject terror, not some deep seated existential dread.

He thought he was but a flouncy blouse and case of syphilis away from being the next Bryon, but then I suppose aren’t we all.

‘enjoy a midnight salad’ This is doubtless an innocent activity and any less than innocent implications I may have read into those words only speak to how my mind works…

There is no name for the terror of awaiting your new novels first amazon review… The soul crushing darkness of hope and fear Somethings are too terrible to have names

What to wear on a blood moon you ask? The obvious choice is of course to wear the blood of your vanquished enemies, painted upon you with a mixture of ashes and spit, but a nice cardigan and a thick scarf are also an option.

I was about to ask “What cursed espresso macchiato song?” Then I realised this was a trap all along…

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