Letters to the Editor
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Perfect Old Potbellied Guys
From a distance, some eighth-grade girls look perfect, and creepy old perverts go nuts with desire, and get in trouble with the law and with God for trying to kiss them over the internet.
But, Holy Illusion, Batman! When you get close, and listen to what they talk about in their eighth grade girl early twenty-first century accents!...
Perfect is as perfect talks.
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WayLay is way-out there in a goody way, I say.
If I had a Karamazov "Nightmare" I'd visit you.
Dostoevsky said, "We perish each alone" and "loneliness" often seems "the truth about things." But he writes more positives!
He grants to 'say' "There is no shortage [for some] of love,
art and even kindness." I agree. A person can't cook without some 'notion' of a spirituality. A agnostic, if honest, and if ya's get close enough to gently scratch the skin of another mortal...we are all in a wild 'madness' of a journey...yep.
Ya's can read a pint-sized troll with a "pint-size" crap of crap who squirms at the computer seat but, if we humans have not doubt, we can't know love, fate, a sense of destiny. huh.
Who knows what to be certain about? Not me. I'm on a quest.
It's pain to experience the howl inside scream of:
*Eli, eli, lama sabachthani? I say. Doubt. A psalm.
Virginia Woof was an agnostic. In 'To The Lighthouse'
she writes human thought can be measured in scales.
Some reach the letter 'A' and another reaches to 'P'
A mortal (we all decompose) may quest to reach a 'Q'
And its sad many give up ever wishing to reach a 'Z'
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The lightning and thunder may take forever to touch.
Time. The light of the stars require some more time?
Was it Flannery O'Connor? A mentioned of 'jesuses's?
Shadow? Some guy Moses M. (I can't spell) did write,
"The world can't exist without a sense of the madness"
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The loss of hope or belief in something is terrifying.
Nietzsche writes about the humans 'murder' of a God notion.
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In our shared elbow to elbow society we bump into all kinds.
The madman lit a lantern in the bright morning market place.
The critics mocked: "crazy" "lost child" "hiding" "Mental"?
There was ridicule. The believer was a 'unknown' 'undefined'.
The goody "madman/lady" sprang into their midst and glanced!
A pierce was felt that was so painful some were slain and few others were said to be redeemed. It's a story. If a smell is in the air, maybe it is a decomposing god of the universe who was killed? That's how the story unfolds to Teach a mystery.
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What, WayLay, can then console us today? Will it get colder? No.
Will the smartest among us wipe the fresh blood from the killed war-corpse? No. Can we be be purified? Yes. I loved this today's strip. Wear clothes tho...
It opened a few repressed private thoughts. Love.
Perfection is positional but, never in our mortal existence will mortals experience 'perfection' as a condition that is complete. Astonishment to me ~-~ is a mortal being will go toward the gravitation betrayal path. That means a person will choose to endures the big LIE. And then what? Then He/She dies.
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Carol Lay. This is a compliment, bye the way, and I love you?
Of course.
But don't you get no wild-eyed ideas. You bright Light baby doll. heh.
Maybe you can delete? After the pattern of thought, maybe I will walk off?
It's a big universe out there to get lost in...So help me on the Way? Shush.
O, we with many silly flaws!
Now you must forgive me again.
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Way to go
That rocked. Great work.
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Perspective
The Big Bang Theory comes home.
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POOF
Excellent.
"You're quite a bit of work, Mr. cockroach." "We could learn a
lesson from you, especially in light of recent events." "I have an idea come this time tomorrow, I'll be gone, but you'll still be trucking, running little roach errands."
-Glenn Bateman
(Ray Walston, in "The Stand")
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A thing of beauty.
Carol, you have definitely been on a roll as of late and it's a beautiful thing to see.
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Nice Job
Liked it very much.
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sorry to say, this is a rerun
I remember it. Tip: If it says Story Minute and the (c) doesn't say the year, it's a rerun.
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I liked "Story Minute" ...
No disrespect to Ms. Lay if her current artistic interests have changed, but I was a huge fan of her old "Story Minute" strips, and much less moved by her more recent work. While this strip makes it explicit, in almost all of them there was an almost mythological element, as the artist imposed cosmic justice on her imaginary subjects, or punished them for their hubris, or even gave them a break in an unexpected way.