Tuesday 5:05 p.m.
Flatheids all day Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. It's enough to make you question your positivity, so it is.
People who have hobbies are sad basturns. The Poisonous.
The too dumb to meditate have to fill their time somehow, I suppose. I agreed to go along The Saint Cuthbert's Walk for a bit with this old flatheid.
A flatheid may be described as a person who when they shut their eyes do not default to the bliss. Flatheids just don't get the bliss. It's just a word to a flatheid.
I'm trying to appear more normal so I agree to go on this walk. This means you have to go to Melrose and then find this hill and you walk up it in the pouring rain. Then you walk up and down more bits in the pouring rain. Eventually, it stops and so do you. You can lunch on horrible stuff you'd never eat or drink normally in a month of Sundays. Mars Bars. Orangina. But you can do the bliss as soon as you park yourself onto the damp bench. But flatheids don't do the bliss and they can't stop talking either. Blah, blah all day whilst walking pointlessly through the rain. The last thing a flatheid is going to ask for is a wee break so he can reacquaint himself with the bliss.
So from now on there's going to be new rules concerning exposure to flatheids.
1) Never find yourself in the company of flatheids for more than two hours at a time.
2)Do the standing up bliss if you have to, given that you can't keep to 1).
3) If anybody asks you what you're doing, just tell them you have a touch of the petit mal.
4)Nice flatheids who don't take drink and/or drugs must be avoided at all costs!
The photie is of some wasteland near Melrose when it had almost stopped raining.
6 comments:
Try walking meditation, I find it to be a very good thing. Doing it in the rain is especially nice.
Marie! I had a most enjoyable walk, so I did! Hotboy
I say!
Is that near the Eildon Hills? I took Mrs M there once. She suffered bad hay fever. Never had it here in Kalimbuka, though.
MM III
Mingin'! Somewhere in that beknighted land called Chilly Jockoland, there is a ploy to suck in old people and getting them to die from walking about in the rain. Fortunately, I knew the whole place was jampacked with the bliss. If a little underneath. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
I know the hill behind Melrose. I took Vinnie's Moll there once, in the biblical sense too. Good photo, though I don't recall the flat bit in front of the hill, possibly a flatheid zone.
Hobbies - what about hobbies like blissism? They at least help keep people out of trouble.
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