Since Anish Kapoor owns the rights to the blackest color ever made, Stuart Semple decided to create his own superblack, which is even blacker, and now considered to be the world’s blackest blacks, and it is being called a black hole or a void in a bottle. Black 3.0 is the blackest paint in the known universe, reportedly absorbing up to 99 percent of all light.
We all know about the fifty shades of grey
Color is distinguished best in the light of day
Stuart Semple is a simple man
Trying to get by the best he can
A British artist and a curator
Married a girl but never played her
He combines contemporary figurative painting with pop art
He created the Pinkest Pink, Diamond Dust and he has done his part
A battle began between these two artists
The winner will be the one who is the smartest
People will continue trying to make something that is darker
Trump will never let go of his infamous Sharpie marker
Written for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 38, where the prompt today is “A battle began” and for Teresa Grabs Daily Writing Prompt – Music Monday.
She was still holding a torch for him, even after they said their bittersweet goodbyes and promised to move on. They would communicate on the internet and text each other, while they were going to different colleges on opposite coasts. They dated all through High School and she liked his sense of humor, and she got a big laugh when he took her out one night and got a flat tire and he did not have a jack. Being a boy scout, as a rule he was always prepared and when the jack was missing from his trunk, he thought someone was trying to conspire against him. They would regulate their chatting time with each other, till one of them found another, which seemed like a perfectly civil way to end their relationship. She thought that this was almost too civil, like taking tea and holding her pinky out and then taking a nap. She felt it might be easier if they got down on a wrestling mat and went at it like crazed lovers should.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Regulate, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Rule, for the Daily Spur prompt – Internet, for FOWC with Fandango – Egregious, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan January prompt – Humor, for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt – Conspire, for January Writing Prompts – Bittersweet goodbyes, for Ragtag Community – Torch, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Tea Nap Mat and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Jack.
If all roads lead to Rome, then how did the Romans ever get anywhere? This must have pissed them off if they started out heading for Athens and they ended up back in Rome and the imponderabilia of this situation which was always a vicious circle would boggle anyone. I will just let that thought bake in your brain for a while I relate my dream from last night to you about this large brain that I met in the woods. The brain had no voice, but we were able to communicate through telepathy. The brain scarred me with twisted tales and torture devices and I was ready to say bye, bye birdie to the brain, when I heard the wind chime ring out and I realized that we were not alone. I heard laughter and I did a search for the sound which began to scintillate my ears.
The brain started to mirror everything that I was doing and all I could think about was finding an axe and splitting it into two hemispheres. I don’t normally subscribe to violence, but I knew that I was dreaming and I began to think of the brain as being nothing more than an unnecessary big empty text box that should be deleted, because it was just taking up space in my dream. It became vital that I beat this brain at his own game. The game was on like Donkey Kong and we were going to tangle, as I was going to test his metal and then rub his nose in it. I had to maintain my poise and refrain from being shy, so I could destroy the brain and not leave any traces behind. This was not the time to be negligent, but all I had was a beach towel and some paper and as daylight was running out, I needed a plan. No matter how many winters had to pass, I needed to save the human race from this giant brain bug and I remembered that in Starship Troopers, that the brain was more afraid of us than we were of it.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Vital, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Bake, for the Daily Spur prompt – Test, for Normal Happenings Daily Inkling prompt – Big Empty Text Box, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Laughter, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #49 where the image is a large silver brain in a wooded area surrounded by trees, for FOWC with Fandango – Paper, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – Bye Bye Birdie, for Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ JusJoJan January prompt – Subscribe, for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 34 prompt – Winters, for January Writing Prompts – Twisted tales and torture devices, for Ragtag Community – Daylight, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Beat Towel Shy, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Boggle and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 163, hosted by Yves where the prompts are – Rub Tangle Scintillate Search Wind chime Alone Traces Poise Negligent Imponderabilia Mirror Everything.
It’s a wonderful life, I love my job and since somebody has to do it, it might as well be me. I routinely certify bridges applying strict standards and specifications to ensure that these bridges are safe for public use. If the bridge meets my approval and is free of mechanical mishaps, then you can feel safe driving over it and not have to worry about being drown in a watery grave. In the long run, I look at every fissure and try to discover why it has formed. If I see that some of the metal has turned patina because of a hostile environment, then I will order it to be painted. My labor consists of climbing in and around structures to access their condition trying while to catch any defects and I often end up ripping my shirt or getting blood on it.
I am a structural engineer that is specialized in Chemistry, Physics and the properties of materials and I concinnate my education with my work experience to be the consummate professional. I utilize everything from snooper trucks to aerial drones to ground-penetrating radar and ultrasonic testing equipment, to listen to the different musical sounds that trucks will make when they march over the bridge which will help me determine if the top layer of concrete is separating from the layer that is below it. I don’t want anyone experiencing peripeteia and singing ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ as they are driving over any of the bridges that I have inspected.
In my free time, which I have every evening, as it is best to check out the bridges in daylight, I dabble with pottery and I am currently working on a vase that can be used to hold umbrellas and I will keep this outside my front door. I have a web page where you can view my aesthetically pleasing and functional pottery. I have constructed vases in an array of playful shapes and sizes and I have made some pastel favor vases, which make unique wedding gifts and are perfect for a bridal shower.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Discover, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Why, for the Daily Spur prompt – March, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Patina, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #47 where the image shows a two lane bridge spanning two mountains along a coastal road high above a deep gorge or inlet, for FOWC with Fandango – Musical, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – It’s a Wonderful Life, for Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt – Goodbye, for December Writing Prompts – Mechanical mishaps, for Ragtag Community – Pastel, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Evening Shirt Blood, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Labor and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #161, hosted by Yves where the prompts are Vase Watery Catch Door Hostile Concinnate Peripeteia Page Fissure Run Drown Long.
When Charles Dickens wrote his book A Christmas Carol, this helped him to discover the true spirit of Christmas. It was 1843, and times were tough for Charles, as he was already the father of four and soon to be the father of five and winter was approaching quickly. Dickens had already published The Pickwick Papers, Oliver Twist, Nicholas Nickleby, The Old Curiosity Shop, Barnaby Rudge and he was in the middle of publishing his sixth novel Martin Chuzzlewit, which was being released as a serial. Charles Dickens thought this was his best work and he didn’t understand why this was begining to fail, only selling 20,000 copies a month whereas The Pickwick Papers and Nicholas Nickleby sold 40-50,000. It was one of his least popular novels, and since it did not do as well as he expected, he decided to write a quick Christmas story that would be sure to sell.
Dickens needed to publish something that would earn enough money so he could provide for his family. In September, Dickens visited a Samuel Starey’s Field Lane Ragged School, which provided free education for urban children and this inspired his story. Dickens empathized with these children as he was also a product of a poor childhood. The inspiration for Scrooge may have been those who put Dickens’ own father into debtor’s prison and these people were also responsible for young Charles working in a shoe-blacking factory. Charles Dickens saw conditions in his everyday life that he wanted to change, and he hoped writing about them, would contribute towards reforming them.
He was an industrious author who kept to a tight writing schedule, starting this novella in October of 1843, and it was published six weeks later on December 19, 1843. Dickens was originally inspired to write about someone who was poor, but he changed his mind and decided to write about someone who was rich, about a terrible miser, someone who lived his entire life for money.
A Christmas Carol was published by Chapman & Hall, with Dickens paying the publishing costs himself. The owners of the company had no way to gage how this book would do and they began to lose faith in marketability of Dickens’s work especially after the sales of Martin Chuzzlewit were not going well, so they proposed that A Christmas Carol be issued in an inexpensive collection of Dickens’s works, or possibly as part of a new magazine. Dickens was adamant that A Christmas Carol be published as a high-quality, stand-alone book. After discussion between the parties they came to an unusual agreement. Dickens funded the publication and he would receive the profits. Chapman & Hall would be paid for the printing costs and receive a fixed commission on the number of copies sold. Since Dickens was paying for the publishing of the book, he wanted the book done his way. There were issues with the color of the endpapers, the title page and the book binding.
A Christmas Carol was the most successful book of the 1843 holiday season. By Christmas it sold six thousand copies and it continued to be popular into the new year selling 15,000 in its first year. Sadly, A Christmas Carol wasn’t the moneymaker that Dickens hoped it would be, he thought he would make a tom of money from it, and he decided to sell it for a relatively low price. Sales were good, but the publication costs had been high due to its lavish bindings.
A Christmas Carol isn’t a particularly religious book, as it does not extol or deify Jesus. It is more about Scrooge discovering that life has much more to do with generosity, family gatherings and large cooked birds, than it does with being stingy about his money. Dickens surely knew of the parable that Jesus taught about a rich man and a poor man named Lazarus and it is possible that Dickens picked up on this tale where Jesus left off. Dickens story stimulated charity, and it became an important voice to potential middle-class givers. People related to his characters like Bob Cratchit’s family, Scrooge’s lost love of Belle who later married another man. They never went to the ball, so all he could do is wonder what might have happened after the ball.
Scrooge feels that those who know best how to acquire wealth and double their money will make the best rulers for any republic. Scrooge is an elderly man suffering from chronic depression that experiences visual hallucinations causing him to see ghosts that are likely precipitated by a gastrointestinal pathology. When Scrooge’s sister Fran is dying, she decides to entrust the care of her son Fred to his uncle. This story painted a vivid picture of a time and place where need was everywhere, especially in London and this let the citizens band together. Scrooge’s redemption is the anchor for the story along with the ghosts that nudge him on an incredible journey of the heart. Scrooge learns that it is never too late to try and be a better person. Scrooge is a tight, dry husk of a soul filled with bitterness and bile who eventually becomes a sympathetic toward Bob Cratchit, a man who always obeyed Scrooge’s rules and was too timid to ask about going home early on Christmas Eve to be with his family.
The ghosts are personal to him and after they visit, he cannot erase the deep meanings that they left with him. Scrooge sees the first ghost that has the initials JM on a nightgown and he realizes that this is Jacob Marley, his old business partner. Tiny Tim had rickets, a Vitamin D deficiency, so he used a walking stick made out of oak to get around. The ghost tells Scrooge that he sees a vacant seat, in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved and says that if these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die. Scrooge has a change of heart and the go to part in this book is when Tiny Tim says “God bless us, every one!”.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Extol, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Ton, for the Daily Spur prompt – Republic, for FOWC with Fandango – Go, for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 32 prompt – Fail, for December Writing Prompts – After the ball, for Ragtag Community – Band, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Nudge Timid Double, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Gauge and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #161 hosted by Yves where the prompts are – Initials Pathology Entrust Anchor Husk Deify Personal Erase Deep Oak Love Try.
The Rolling Stones never liked to sit down and work out a song, as they would always jam it first and the song would evolve only after they played it enough times. ‘Start Me Up’ took about six hours for the Stones to record and about 70 takes and I can just picture them in the studio saying “Let’s play it again!”. Microsoft paid them $10 million so they could use this song for their Windows ‘95 advertising campaign. This song was used at a lot of sporting events before the game started. This song could be about a girl getting this guy all worked up, but it is more likely about a car, a tractor, or even a lawnmower that this guy likes. The song appears to be a conversation between the machine and the man and it begins with lines that are sung by the machine and other lines are sung by the guy.
He spreads out the oil, and the gasoline and once he gets this machine started, he doesn’t want it to ever stop. He wants to use the vehicle for racing, but it is not running as smooth as he likes, so he says he, “can’t compete with the riders in the other heats”. He talks to this vehicle like it is a person and he is probably going to apply some grease to it so he can “slide it up”. He tells the machine not to “make a grown man cry”. His eyes have dilated, his lips turned green, his hands are greasy, but none of that matters as “She’s a mean, mean machine”. In the end he tells the machine that she “made a dead man come”, which might mean that he came back to life because of her, or it could also be something sexual.
‘Start Me Up’ was written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards and it was recorded on their 1981 album Tattoo You. The song reached #7 in the UK charts and went to #2 in the US.
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
You can start me up
You can start me up I’ll never stop
I’ve been running hot
You got me ticking going to blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
Never stop, never stop, never stop
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If you start it up
Kick on the starter
Give it all you got, you got, you got
I can’t compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it, I can slide it up
Slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Don’t make a grown man cry
Don’t make a grown man cry
Don’t make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
She’s a mean, mean machine
Start it up
Start me up
Ah, give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Slide it up, baby, just slide it up
Slide it up, slide it up, never, never, never
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I’ll take you places that you’ve never, never seen
If you start it up
Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never, never, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop
You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you made a dead man come
You, you made a dead man come
Written for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 31, where the prompt today is “Let’s play it!”.
Some people feel that it is cruel to keep goldfish in curved bowls, as they think that because the bowl has curved sides, when the fish gazes out it will get a distorted view of reality. Hawking thought that humans might have a distorted view of what is outside our world and that we might also be in one giant goldfish bowl: “There is no unique picture of reality. The goldfish’s view is as valid as our own.” Hawking felt that it doesn’t make any practical difference to the fish whether the bowl is curved or straight, because in either case they will adapt their responses to what they perceive as being reality. Fish don’t see the water they swim in. Their behaviors are automatic, and they may not be able to see outside their fish bowls. Evolution has given them the ability to produce their own picture of reality.
Psychedelic advocate Dr. Timothy Leary is known for saying, “Any reality is an opinion-we make up our own reality”, as he described an ego-generated perception of self and the world as a ‘reality tunnel’, where one’s concept of reality depends on the mind of the perceiver and I guess that he had taken enough drugs and experienced enough hallucinations to be able to create his own reality. Reality tunnel is a theory that, with a subconscious set of mental filters formed from beliefs and experiences, every individual interprets the same world differently, hence ‘Truth is in the eye of the beholder’. According to those doctrines, the world we know is constructed by the human mind employing sensory data as its raw material and is shaped by the interpretive structure of our brains. It is similar to the idea of representative realism, which is the philosophical position that the world we see in conscious experience is not the real world itself, but merely a miniature virtual-reality replica of that world in an internal representation.
One of the earlier ideas pertaining to this is a philosophical concept referred to as ‘Solipsism’, which in essence states that nothing in our reality can be absolutely confirmed to exist except our own mind, with the reality of the material world we see all around us and interact with impossible to be reliably verified as real beyond our own experience of it. This basic idea was first contemplated by Greek philosopher Gorgias, who came to the conclusion that any objective knowledge outside of our own personal experience was effectively impossible.
In Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, he imagined human prisoners chained to a wall looking out at shadows produced by figures behind them that they cannot see. The figures hold up objects that produce these shadows. The prisoners are convinced that the shadows are reality. When one of the chained members escapes and visits the outside world, he then returns to tell his brethren about the real world and they cannot be convinced.
In Descartes’ ‘Discourse on Method’, he decides to call into doubt all his former beliefs and opinions, holding on only to certain guiding principles and certain moral maxims that would help him live productively during this period of doubt. He finds he can doubt pretty much everything except the fact that he exists. The very act of doubting suggests to him that he must exist, or else he would not be able to doubt. He concludes, “I am thinking, therefore I exist.”
Alternative reality entered mainstream in the science-fiction film The Matrix, where the human race is unknowingly living in a simulated virtual reality created by intelligent computers to keep them pacified and content while the computers suck their bioelectrical energy to feed their power cells. Human beings are floating in pods as they live out their lives in an elaborate shared virtual reality created and controlled by our machine overlords unless they take the red pill. Reality is also an underlying concept in the movie ‘Avatar’, where avatars, which are artificial bodies the main characters operate wirelessly by thought alone. The bodies in question resemble the native blue-skinned humanoid race, the Na’vi, although they are hybrids that incorporate the DNA of their operators. I guess it is possible in the far future or with some alien technology, that people could exist as a simulated avatar within an interactive virtual world, for an extended space journey, after which we would wake up into our real bodies aboard the spaceship when the trip to another world is over.
The goldfish certainly have a different view than us, as they are on the inside of the bowl looking out. If their curved bowl distorts their perception of what is outside, they could still formulate scientific laws from their distorted frame of reference that would always hold true and that would enable them to make predictions about the future motion of objects outside the bowl. Their laws would become a valid picture of reality for them.
The fish bowl is an environment with little or no privacy, as the goldfish can be seen from all sides. A fish in a fishbowl has the world staring at it, but from the perspective of the fish, nearly anyone can stare at it with curiosity, but it cannot really reciprocate, and has no place to retreat. The fish doesn’t recognize that it’s underwater because it has only known the world from that perspective. From the perspective of a human, these fish are not nearly as intelligent as we are, they don’t do anything except swim around and look for food. However, from the perspective of the fish, they might consider themselves very smart. They could never and will never know anything differently than the life that they have been given.
The world of an aquarium fish is the constructed reality of the fish tank which we created for them to live in. Their reality is the aquarium with its plants and maybe a cave for them to sleep in. This fish is likely to be very happy with its home, it is very content with where it is at, as long as the essentials are provided for it. Studies suggest that just as we enjoy peering into their underwater world, the fish are enjoying their view of us as well. Reports say that fish are able to detect what is in their surroundings and although they don’t have a large brain capacity they are able to detect obstacles in their path and they will make a mental map of their surroundings and commit it to memory for future use.
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
‘Cause when we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That’s what the war of love is for
It’s not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It’s more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be
And when you stop and think about it
You won’t believe it’s true
That all the love you’ve been giving
Has all been meant for you
I’m looking for someone to change my life
I’m looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it’s done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she’s waiting there for me
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose
I’m looking for someone to change my life
I’m looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it’s done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our soul
It’s not the way that you say it when you do those things to me
It’s more the way you really mean it when you tell me what will be
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
When we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door?
Written for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 24 where the prompt is “a photo of a goldfish in a bowl”.
‘All Day and All of the Night’ by the Kinks was released in 1965 on the American studio album Kinks-Size and it reached #2 on the UK Singles Chart and #7 on the United States Charts. It is similar in beat and structure to their previous hit ‘You Really Got Me’, and both recordings have similar background vocals, progressions, and guitar solos. Ray Davies wrote this song at the age of 19 and he said that most of the songs that he wrote were about the people living within a square mile of where he grew up, as he had no life experience and had never travelled, so he was inspired by his friends and family. It appeared as #57 on Pure Pop’s list of The 100 Best Singles of All Time and it is listed in position 48 of the greatest guitar songs of the 60s. The Kinks were a one-of-a-kind band featuring Ray Davies, a brilliant songwriter and his brother Dave, an unheralded guitarist, along with Pete Quaife on bass and Mick Avory on drums.
The Kinks first came to the U.S. in 1965 and were considered part of the British Invasion, and they rose from humble beginnings as “Muswell Hillbillies” to reach rock music superstardom, but they never achieved the success of the Beatles or the Rolling Stones or the Who. They made some great songs like ‘Victoria’, ‘Come Dancing’, ‘Apeman’, ‘Lola’, ‘Catch Me Now I’m Falling’ and ‘Tired of Waiting For You’ among others. The Kinks were one of the most influential bands of the British Invasion and they are seen as one of the forerunners of punk rock, although the Kinks had way too many sounds and styles to comfortably fit in any one category. They drew on rock and roll, folk, blues, incorporating elements of country, British music hall and theater music making their name originally on two riff-laden singles that pointed the way to hard rock genres from garage to punk to metal and traditional pop.
Ray Davies was born on June 21, 1944, in London, England, and he got his first guitar when he was 13. At 16, he performed his first show with his younger brother Dave, and the following year, they recruited two classmates to form their first band, The Ray Davies Quartet. The Ray Davies Quartet featured Ray Davies who sang and played guitar, Rod Stewart on vocals, Pete Quaife electric bass, Dave Davies lead guitar and John Start on drums. Ray met Rod Stewart while they both attended Hornsey College of Art, but Rod Stewart was kicked out of the band because John Start’s mother complained that his voice was not good enough. Over the next few years, they changed their name to the Ramrods, then Bollweevils and The Ravens, before becoming on The Kinks in 1964.
The Kinks were oddballs from the very beginning. Ray Davies is a bit of a mystery, being a person who has suffered for his appreciation of music, but at the same time he also managed to create one of the most tantalizing original and literate bodies of work in all of popular music that is anything but transitory. The two brothers Ray and Dave Davies could not have been more different with Ray being an introvert, and Dave an extrovert rebel. The Kinks first started out touring with The Hollies and The Dave Clark Five and after completing the tour the band, put out their first song written by Ray, that was called ‘You Really Got Me’ and this turned The Kinks into a household name.
The band’s third single, ‘You Really Got Me’, was much noisier and more dynamic, and this became the blueprint for the Kinks’ early sound. The Kinks were recording music at a breakneck pace, they were touring relentlessly, which caused tension within the band. Conflict was inherent to the Kinks as Davies and his brother had a contentious relationship from childhood, and their tension fueled and disrupted their musical pursuits and they weren’t the only ones fighting. The Kinks became known as rock ‘n’ roll’s ultimate dysfunctional family and the tensions within the band made them their own worst enemy. They seemed to find trouble wherever they went, skipping a show in Sacramento and getting into fights on stage and while on tour in 1965, drummer Mick Avory knocked Dave Davies unconscious in the middle of a show, after Dave Davies insulted him and kicked over his drum set. Their biggest trouble came when they appeared on a Dick Clark special for NBC without paying their mandatory dues to the American Federation of Television and Recording Artists which caused them to be blacklisted. At the conclusion of their summer 1965 American tour, the Kinks were banned from re-entering the United States for four years, which not only meant that the group was deprived of the world’s largest music market, but that they were effectively cut off from the musical and social upheavals of the late ‘60s. The group disbanded after lacklustre releases in the Nineties and creative tensions between the two brothers. Their last public performance was in 1996, but Ray Davies announced this June that The Kinks would be reuniting for the first time in more than 20 years.
The UK courts ordered The Doors to pay royalties to The Kinks songwriters for borrowing their riff from ‘All Day and All of the Night’ for their song ‘Hello, I Love You.’ The Doors admitted that they borrowed the opening riff from the Kinks. In 1968, Ray Davies met Jim Morrison when the Doors came to London’s Roundhouse and reminded Jim of the plagiarism. Jim said “You really got me.”
I’m not content to be with you in the daytime
Girl I want to be with you all of the time
The only time I feel alright is by your side
Girl I want to be with you all of the time
All day and all of the night
All day and all of the night
All day and all of the night
I believe that you and me last forever
Oh yeah, all day and nighttime yours, leave me never
The only time I feel alright is by your side
Girl I want to be with you all of the time
All day and all of the night
All day and all of the night
Oh, come on
I believe that you and me last forever
Oh yeah, all day and nighttime yours, leave me never
The only time I feel alright is by your side
Girl I want to be with you all of the time
All day and all of the night
All day and all of the night-time
All day and all of the night
Written for FOWC with Fandango – Tantalizing, for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 23 where the prompt is “Transitory”, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt – Appreciation and for Scotts Daily Prompt – Mystery.
June said, “Ward you were a little rough on the Beaver last night.” Ward Cleaver asked, “Are you talking about our son?” June said, “You always like to revert everything to sex, of course I am talking about our son. Beaver is mostly a good boy and sometimes we are required to objurgate him, but we should not do that when his friends are around. The Beaver looks up to you as a bastion of hope, but last night he became crestfallen.” Ward said, “OK June I will try not to be so harsh on him the next time, but I am still trying to derive a succinct and tangible reason for why he stole that garnet stone. I did not raise my boy to be a thief and this act has caused a dissolution between us, as I have become decathect over this.”
June said, “It was a onetime thing, it is not like he is going to become a kleptomaniac. I guess he felt a need for excitement to get some type of thrill, or maybe he wanted to fill some void in his life, but he has promised never to do it again. Socrates says that no one knowingly commits an evil action, evil is turned into good in the mind. Our son is not evil, although he may be a bit possessive, it is not like he goes around lurking in the shadows at midnight looking to torture some stray cat. Is there any possibility of you guys patching things up today? Can you two do something to enhance this situation?” Ward said, “Sure I was actually thinking about taking him out on the grass to throw the ball around a bit, but the last time we did this, I threw one at his head and he forgot to duck. Sometimes I think that the Beaver might have been abducted by an alien, however I have never found any forensic evidence to back this up. June why did you grab your belly? Did you feel the baby move, are you having another quickening?”
Written for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Forensic, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #200, for FOWC with Fandango — Succinct, for Ragtag Community Marching together to inspire one another RDP #11 : Bastion, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, 11 June 2018 where the three prompt words are “cat, grass and midnight” for Tales From the Mind of Kristian Word Prompt Crestfallen and for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 22 where the prompt is “Shadows”.
Buzz Lightyear was scheduled for liftoff in T minus one hour and once he reached top speed, he would be traveling at nearly a million miles a day, but it would still take him 9.5 years to reach his destination of Pluto. At its most distant point, when the two bodies are on the opposite sides of the Sun from one another, Pluto lies 4.67 billion miles, but it is only 2.66 billion miles from Earth when they are aligned. Buzz though about how much he would miss his wife, but this was a second chance for him to get into the record books as a rocket man. His previous proposed mission was scrubbed at the last second, due to a leaky gasket.
He reflected about how his wife helped to pack his bags last night and she put in all these pictures of their children in them. He would be high as a kite by the time he got a chance to look at them again and even though it would be lonely out in space and it would probably cold as hell out there, he wanted to burn out his fuse and start his timeless flight. Buzz had a window on his space capsule, but he knew that if he looked out at the sky that it would not be blue, as the only view he could see would be the blackness of space and so many stars. Buzz had always dreamed of playing among the stars and his heart would be filled with song as he thought about his family and his wife’s last words to him, “I love you.”
It was not much of a pet, but he was bringing a frog along with him on his mission and he hoped that he would not become so lonely that he would start kissing the frog. His children had named the frog Ribbity and that meant a lot to him that they got to know his tailless amphibian with that short squat body, his moist smooth skin, and his very long hind legs that worked out excellent for leaping. The frog had a really cool labyrinth to play around in, but he was sure that after spending so much time in this maze that Ribbity would know his way around all of the complicated irregular passageways although at first he would find them to be difficult. Buzz was a long way from his touchdown on Pluto and he decided to play some music. He procrastinated about listening to Rocket Man, but then his thoughts turned to what he would run out of firs, food, water or oxygen and then he decided to go with Air Supply.
Written for the Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, 03 June 2018 where the prompts are “Pluto, frog and labyrinth”, and also for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 21 where the prompt is “second chance”.
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