We've Got Owls

We certainly have. Bats and Owls and everything. Whole squadrons of 'em in formation over the town squawking and squeaking as loud as they can. Bridge!

Well I once saw a Bat and I think I saw an Owl. It might have been a pigeon with attitude I suppose. Pigeons are very boring because there are so many of them and here most of them are pretty shabby - one leg battered or feathers all over the place.

There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn't have to; but if he didn't want to he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.
"That's some catch, that Catch-22," he observed.
"It's the best there is," Doc Daneeka agreed.

Take off the bandages and your whole body will fall apart, bits of organs everywhere. There is no hope for anyone in that situation. Take of the blinkers and your whole mind will seep out of your eyes and on to the floor where it will evaporate in seconds (A mind being dissolved by spirits). She is going to be Ok. She's talking to herself. All Rock is War against a War. Guitars, Guns - no difference. Take away the exclamation marks and grow up before you start regressing. Reversion - I hate reversion. Thank you Peter; no more plings and dashes though I would die without the semi-colon. That is what what my dad has and still is braver than anyone I know. Gutless is what you are. Sit tight under that mountain, lord of rock and steel and inaction, of misrule, of misrule, of misrule. Addicted to an empty space. We see it every day. Your face with all those red marks across it - do you even know who speaks like that - the world is your playground. They sold you all that stuff at cost and fell twitching at the though of all those explosions and JDAMs. Wire guided, Precision Guided, Laser Guided, Laissez Guided, blocks of concrete flying like a brick. Enterprise would win a race between it and a brick. I want music, gentle medieval lutes and flutes and harps. In the garden, a walled garden quiet and light but always with music. Escape the world here. On the fold of the map, it was never surveyed and never moves through time. Walk in one side now and walk out the other without ever seeing it. We travel through time and wait for nothing because it all happens at once. We will never die because we just are - existing from the beginning to the end of time and beyond, looping back to start the cosmos over again but never spotting the loop. I will live forever. Spin the bottle. In a bunch of movies, really stupid movies. Dali and Brunel, the surrealist Bridge builder (Yes - I know how to spell it really) went to the movies once to see a film about bluebottles and wasps but Dali thought it was just very odd and slightly too strange for his liking. Brunel said that all bridges should actually start 10 metres away from the banks just to keep everyone on their toes and that they should be made of local vegetable matter if at all possible. Which is why today, no Spanish bridges are any use whatsoever. Canon Lawyers are always on hand to decide what is legal. They are still arguing over the ten commandments and whether they missed one. What if we had twelve fingers? Why ten commandments and seven deadly sins? What was the editing process that got it down to ten or seven? Which ones got left out to make the magic number or, worse still, which ones are just there to make up the numbers? Were there two commandments which they could not decide between? Of course, all of this is in the divine process and has no meaning. It is all a black box and we will never open it to collapse the wave equations. It is a divine comedy but we never hear anyone laughing. Of course you are born again and think you will be sucked up. I have news for you. I got no Idols. Suck music from your ears. What music do you like? We could have guessed. Goodnight Gaza.