Category Archives: KEEP ON GOING

“All children, except one, grow up”

― James Matthew Barrie, Peter Pan


“I just sit here and tell the story as though I can’t help it. There’s always something in the day that reminds me, that sets me off all hot and guilty and scared and rambling and wistful, like I am now.”

TIM, WINTON – In the Winter Dark

“The Blue Beetle was not a clown car,” I said severely. “It was a machine of justice.” ― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

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Scary in the idea it could be a little overwhelming to have 70 or 100 clowns in a public space. Intriguing in that it could be something interesting. I’m up for any kind of public art. (Quote by – Carol King)

Don’t be afraid to take the first leap – especially if it’s a leap in FAITH!

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“It is a curious thing, but as one travels the world getting older and older, it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair. The second time you have a root beer float, for instance, your happiness at sipping the delicious concoction may not be quite as enormous as when you first had a root beer float, and the twelfth time your happiness may be still less enormous, until root beer floats begin to offer you very little happiness at all, because you have become used to the taste of vanilla ice cream and root beer mixed together. However, the second time you find a thumbtack in your root beer float, your despair is much greater than the first time, when you dismissed the thumbtack as a freak accident rather than part of the scheme of a soda jerk, a phrase which here means “ice cream shop employee who is trying to injure your tongue,” and by the twelfth time you find a thumbtack, your despair is even greater still, until you can hardly utter the phrase “root beer float” without bursting into tears. It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.”

― Lemony Snicket, The End

People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy. Bob Hope

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KISSING TIME.  By “Tootsie”

Now, friends, a kiss is a kiss,

And there’s nothing amiss

To be caught kissing Maudie or Elsie.

But there’s many a girl

Set my heart in a whirl —

Kissing under the ti-tree at Chelsea!

KISSING TIME. (1922, December 13).

Frankston & Somerville Standard (Vic. : 1921 – 1939),

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Twas not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. Twas not my lips yo kissed, but my soul.  

Judy Garland


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“Old and new kiss everywhere in Africa.

John Gunther, “Inside Africa”

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Nakedness reveals itself. Nudity is placed on display. The nude is condemned to never being naked. Nudity is a form of dress. John Berger 1926 British Actor, Critic


On the way to the river  

African Womens’ Poetry by Injete Chesoni

On the way to the river
We stop and catch up
On the latest village gossip
Two sisters, two girlfriends having a chat
We talk of Amadou
And how he has married wife number two
And of Seydou
And how he flew into a rage over
His wife Paige
And her horrendous cooking
He is now thinking about
kicking her out
All over cooking
We chuckle
Maybe we will give her a lesson or two
On how to prepare a meal for two
That’s sure to please and appease her man
Into letting her stay
If she wants to that is
We chat about Mama Lucy
And her cheating ways
Yesterday she was caught
In Chief Malay’s
In a compromising position
We whisper and blush
At the thought
Wishing we were as daring and free as she
But as for us
We are tied up by the chains of domesticity
And we must return to our chores
Of fetching water
And washing clothes
And all those other never-ending tasks
The daily life of a wife
Interrupted for a moment
As we live other people’s lives
In our daily gossip on the way to the river

Bidh an t-ubhal as fheàrr air a’mheangan as àirde.

The best apple is on the highest bough.


each ninth month of the year
the buds fallen & fruit forming
copper-gold jewels a child’s round cheeks

sah-lay, we call them, the sound of new seasons
two notes plucked from a song played on strings

they came to us: Chinese fruit to a Chinese family
from wartime sailboats, Captain Blueberry
guarding cuttings in his metal chest
my parents planted it like Jack’s magic seed
in time, the fruit came like doubloons

* * *

we explain they are apple-
pears, I explain them like I explain myself:
like one thing, like another 
but neither, you must taste it to know it 

as I leave for university
the sah-lay skins are yellow and green

mother & I find two ripe small imploded moons
we peel & cut the flesh honied & crisp 
the translucence is still
on my tongue when I say goodbye:

mother’s efficient hug, brisk, her
small frame bony under my arms
father’s soft belly & tilted head
embrace, his eyes water

reaching high altitude, I recline
pocket of impossible life amidst thousands
of miles of empty air and light
dwarf nuggets hidden in
my body turn fibrous, dissolve.

My trust in a higher power that wants me to survive and have love in my life, is what keeps me moving forward.

Kenny Loggins

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“Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain your old pain. The energy it takes to hang onto the past is holding you back from a new life. What is it you would let go of today?”

― Mary Manin Morrissey

One day an Eskimo sitting in his kayak got chilly; but when he lit a fire in the craft, it sank, proving that you can’t have your kayak… and heat it too.

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My favourite little journey was white water rafting. Have ya been? If you haven’t been, just take an ice cold shower and hit yourself with a bag. It’s the same thing.

As I said, I began losing confidence in my instincts, which is tough and very bad for an instinctive person.

Kim Novak

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A child lacks wisdom, and some say that what is important is that the child does not die; what kills more surely than lack of wisdom?

It is our lot to take what we have, make of it what we will. We are meant to finger the leftovers, rock our old dolls, clutch wooden angels to our breasts.”

― Jan Seale, Appearances

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“Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women”

Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.

Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.”
― Anne Sexton

It is what you make it. If you think you can’t change the world, then go on and follow the path already carved out for you. But there are other roads to choose, they’re just harder to trudge through. Changing the world is’nt easy, but I sure as hell am going to keep trying. Are you?”

― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

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Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished
by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no
hope at all.
– Dale Carnegie

You can run and hide from this disease for about 5-6 years. Then it will be there sitting on a fence post–waiting for you.

At this stage you had better be ready for step 6.

FLO from Silver Lining.

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“It’s a wonder I’m even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can’t believe I haven’t killed myself. But there’s something in me that just keeps going on. I think it has something to do with tomorrow, that there is always one, and that everything can change when it comes.”

― Augusten Burroughs, Running With Scissors