Sunday, July 29, 2012

Last Sunday in July

Far from climbing Croagh Patrick I was.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Sheer beauty

Some passers-by  tend to call it a mess.
I tend to call some passers-by idiots*.

*in the classical sense, of course.

Of mize and men

A superior being holding the tail of ...
a mouse killed by a cat.
Be sure, ladies and gentlemen,
any Ahmadinejad, Bush, Chavez,
Putin, Obama, Rumsfeld, Merkel, Monti or Chinese politician

does consider you being a mouse.
For them you do not exist.
Same goes for Cheneys's Dick, Lady Cameron and
any Saudi Arabian prince(ss) of incest.

In case you are reading this in 100(1) year's time:
Choose the name of your favourite politician.

The peace of the nigh

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Monday, July 23, 2012

First excursion

Almost ready for the first flight ...

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Becoming of blackberries

May 27th
June 9th
June 30th
July 10th
July 22nd

Friday, July 20, 2012

Friday is Skyday


17:01 b

Sunday, July 08, 2012


This bee – not only at 10:27 – does not necessarily know
that overproduction of food

does not necessarily feed the hungry.
The answer, my friends, is blowing ...
... in the wind.
Life is life.
A rose ...
is not a rose is ...
... not a rose ...
... is not a rose ...
... is not a rose ...
... is not a rose ...
... is not a rose ...
... is not a rose.
Got it?