Yes or No??

Due to a sudden spate of calls, the writer of this blog wishes to tell all those concerned that she is indeed ok. Not suicidal as one suggested or in the doldrums as another concerned caller speculated. The last post was something I just needed to get out of my system and it felt good!

Random randomness

I cant do this anymore.. no... can't keep this façade on much longer.
The truth is beginning to show.
There is so much wrong... but I really don't know where to start.

Stifled. I’m feeling stifled. Stifled by the stupidity that is my life.

Why do we have to paint a happy face on sorrow?
Why pretend that we can do it all?

Why DO we put up with hypocrisy?
Why do we need to keep on keeping on?

I don’t have an answer. May be I don’t WANT an answer even.
No repetition. No comebacks.
I want out.
I’ve had it, I’m tired.

I want my clean break.

Greasy Chip Butty

Alright!!!! Amazing start to the season!!! First Premiership match in 12 years and they started out brilliantly! A draw against Liverpool, who would have thunk?!? Last night's loss is but a minor set back... I'm excited... I have a good feeling!!! GO BLADES!!!!!!!

NOTE: Non-believers.... Greasy Chip Butty is the Sheffield United song

One of my favourites......

A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING
by John Donne

As virtous men passe mildly'away,
And whisper to their soules, to goe,
Whilst some of their sad friends doe say,
The breath goes now, and some say, no:

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
'Twere prophanation of our joyes
To tell the layetie our love.

Moving of th'earth brings harmes and feares,
Men reckon what it did and meant,
But trepidation of the spheares,
Though greater farre, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers love
(Whose soule is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we by a'love, so much refin'd
That we ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care lesse, eyes, lips, and hnds to misse.

Our two soules therefore, which are one,
Though I must goe, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiffe twin compasses are two,
Thy soule the fixt foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the'other doe.

And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth rome,
It leanes, and hearkens after it,
And growes erect, as it comes home.

Such wilt thou be to mee, who must
Like th'other foor, obliquely runne;
Thy firmnes makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begunne.

Beacon of hope

Van Morrison - Into The Mystic

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear itI want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...