I put on my TV like a coat Outside I go Into TV land
I saw her TV walking by the river
In the TV I saw a river or The river flows like a TV channel A TV sails by on the river With clouds pouring out of its screen
I saw a TV with four legs Running to catch the ferry
People are so conditioned by their TVs now
I avoid crowded shopping centres Where no one tunes their TVs properly And their eyes swim about Like frying eggs In crisp hot static And disappear into the noisy hubbub
the first picture is of my exercise machine not my exercise machine really because as it will last longer than us mortals it will belong to someone else one day.
i am tempted to put the tag #vintage because it is an old-ish cycle machine.
you want art nouveau in your exercise machines, yes! exercise equipment loves it’s curved lines.
The it’s supposed to be a bar chart I think its called, is an idea I had to measure the ego of different countries governments.
the centre line is a normal standard people ego in a normal world. Rising or falling above this line are the government egos that rule or misrule – or misrule by rule, or rule by misrule – the country.
Her accent is a thing of beauty Like classical music from ancient Greece If you listen to her talking You’d think you were in a stately home
But she changes her accent because of prejudice Because of people who associate it with privilege Even though she is poor and overworked They try to silence her beautiful speech
In any accent, there is beauty of sound It depends entirely upon the heart of who speaks All that matters is that you speak with good heart Then you will outreach the tone-deaf and their envy
She lives in a bed-sit and she works like a slave She’s the child of wealth, education and privilege
Their knowledge gave her nothing Without being loved it is all for nothing
But once you fall out of the nest It’s hard to get back in
But still I hear her beautiful accent Not of an actress at the top Not of a princess at a ball But of a warrior queen That sings like a nightingale
