THE TRUTH ABOUT CATS AND DOGS

Cats are loved by thinkers, philosophers, dreamers, writers and revolutionaries simply because of the fact that they cannot be tamed and will not do as they are told. They remind our souls of our innate freedom.

Dogs are loyal and see only the best in people. Because of this they can be controlled. When they are not in the employ of a useful function, which sees them transcend from mere animals, they are easily abused and can become the weapon of fascists and fearful fundamentalists.

Tell the Truth

Story demands both vivid imagination and powerful analytical thought. All stories faithfully mirror their maker, exposing their humanity or lack of it.

True character is revealed in the choices a human being makes under pressure. The greater the pressure, the deeper the revelation, the truer the choice to the character’s essential nature.

Pressure is essential - choices made when nothing is at stake mean little.

Choice under pressure strips away the mask of characterisation and gives insight into true character. The revelation of true character in contrast or contradiction to characterisation is fundamental to all fine storytelling.

Story is metaphor for life and life is lived in time. Film, therefore, is temporal art.

The source of all art is the human psyche’s primal, prelinguistic need for the resolution of stress and discord through beauty and harmony, for the use of creativity to revive a life deadened by routine, for a link to reality through our instructive sensory feel for the truth.

Therefore all artists have only one responsibility : to tell the truth.

Although an artist may, in their private life, lie to others, even to themselves, when they create they tell the truth. In a world of lies and liars, an honest work of art is always an act of social responsibility. 

Why am I an Atheist

Because it has dawned upon me that it is right to be so, and upon investigation I find no real evidence of the divine origin of the scriptures. And because I cannot, as a refined and respectable woman, take to my bosom as a daily guide a book of such low morals and degrading influences. Written by a lot of priests, I cannot accept a salvation that is based wholly upon the dreams of an ancient and superstitious people, with no proof save blind faith.

Everything that so many people think transpires from the supernatural, and many things that would really perplex the average mind, have a natural and material foundation in the workings of the human mind; that is, things that are not connected with our solar system.

It is ignorance of the scientific working of their own natures and mind that keep so much "mystery" in the air; and as long as there is a mystery afloat the people will ascribe it to the supernatural.

I am an Atheist because I know the Bible will not do to depend upon. I have tried it, and found it wanting.

In fact, I found in the scriptures the origin of woman's slayer, and that it was one of God's main points to oppress women and keep them in the realms of ignorance.

I am in the ranks of Liberalism because of its elevating principles, its broad road to freedom of thought, speech, and investigation.

MINNIE O. PARRISH
Leonard, Texas
Minnie became the first female doctor in Texas in 1905

words of advice

This is your life. Do what you love and do it often.
If you don't like something, change it.
If you don't like your job, quit.
If you don't have enough time, stop watching TV.
If you are looking for the love of your life, stop; they will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love.
Stop over-analyzing, life is simple.
All emotions are beautiful.
When you eat, appreciate every last bite.
Open your mind, arms and heart to new people, we are united in our differences.
Travel often; getting lost will help you find yourself.
Some opportunities only come once, seize them.
Life is about the people you meet and the things you create with them so go out and start creating. Life is short.
Live your dream and share your passion.


C'est tout

Nobody Knows My Pain

Nobody knows my pain

I put in a contact lens the wrong way around.

Unless you wear contact lenses and have done that you wouldn’t know my pain.

Then I stubbed my little toe.

The little forgotten toe that only reminds you of its existence once it’s been stubbed.

So unless you put in your lens the wrong way around and stubbed your forgotten little toe you wouldn’t know my pain.

Then my angry titchy cat bit me.

She has life issues.

So unless you put in your lens the wrong way around, stubbed your forgotten toe, got bit by a cat with existential angst, you wouldn’t know my pain.

Then I got a final gas demand for a bangladesh family living in acton.

And got stuck in british gas’s automated phone system for 3 hours.

Only to be told that I was at fault for having the wrong meter number.

So unless you put in your lens the wrong way around, stubbed your forgotten toe, got bit by a cat with existential angst, got stuck in a voice-jail system costing you 50 pence per minute, you wouldn’t know my pain.

Then I got a call from a machine telling me I won a holiday.

To Darfur.

For a measly 4 thousand pounds I could have the pleasure of a terrorifying joyride chased by mobs of horseriding arabs.

So unless you put in your lens the wrong way around, stubbed your forgotten toe, got bit by a cat with existential angst, got stuck in a voice-jail system costing you 50 pence per minute, got offered a death-sentence holiday, you wouldn’t know my pain.

Then the script I was working on decided to retreat to some unknown quarter within my documents hard-drive.

And I can’t find it.

So unless you put in your lens the wrong way around, stubbed your forgotten toe, got bit by a cat with existential angst, got stuck in a voice-jail system costing you 50 pence per minute, got offered a death-sentence holiday, lost the best screenplay in the western hemisphere, you wouldn’t know my pain.

Then I ran out of coffee.

The grains eloped back to the free-trade plains of Columbia.

So unless you put in your lens the wrong way around, stubbed your forgotten toe, got bit by a cat with existential angst, got stuck in a voice-jail system costing you 50 pence per minute, got offered a death-sentence holiday, lost the best screenplay in the western hemisphere, and ran out of the life-affirming black gold you truly would have no concept of my pain.

R.I.O.T.

See, like, innit, whatcha gotta know is I is deprived, innit. only got me a Blackberry & iPhone & 54" Samsung HD ready flatscreen & Bling watch & 8 gold chains & diamond earrings & 17 Nike trainers & 20 designer hoodies.
I is deprived!
I got noffink!
Wot da pigs did, right, see, innit, ain't right, innit.
Day gotta pay.
Bashing in shop windows & grabbing dem stuff & is how I make dem pay, right?
Respect.

KFC is safe.

Greece is the Word

[sung to the tune of 'You're The One That I Want' from the movie Grease]

I've got bills....
They're multiplying...
And I'm losing control...
Of the interest your supplying...
It's mortifying....

You better pay up...
'Coz I need a plan...
The IMF counts on you...

You better pay up...
You're in no man's land...
Defaulting can't be true...

You're the one who's in Debt, Oh, Oh, Oh,
You're the one who's in Debt!