Friday, 4 November 2016
Bob Dylan once asked...."How many roads must a man walk down, before you can call him a man?"
I was once lucky enough to visit Mr Dylan whilst travelling the spirit world. It turns out that it was a trick question all along. The man he was thinking of was actually bound to a wheelchair, and more than that, he lived in the Antarctic where there are no roads. He was occasionally helped in to a snowmobile, but even then he would simply be driven over the endless snow planes.
Once, the driver of the snowmobile suffered terrible cramp, and drove the vehicle right off the edge of a cliff. Both men crashed in to the icy sea where if not for substantial puffer jackets they would have sunk, becoming big manly ice cubes. Their absence was quickly noted and Captain America, who happened to be in the area on training duties, hurried to their aid. Whilst recuperating beside an oil filled radiator, the man sang to his friends in Russian, though he was not Russian, his friends weren't impressed and left hurriedly.
Much of this story was omitted from the final cut of Mr Dylan's song. Whether this is for the best, you can decide.
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
Peppers Can't Be Real
I looked at a pepper so bright and smooth,
They don't look real, but I can't prove,
That they were forged by outside force,
By alien life, or God of course.
There's something there that won't ring true,
I simply can't believe they grew,
Just popped out of the ground one day,
I think they came another way.
They look like plastic painted bright,
There's something there that's not quite right.
The different colours, perfect skin,
It makes me question, scratch my chin.
Perhaps a seed was planted here,
By distant life which waits and peers,
Down on our world whilst peppers spread,