Marketing Mother..

Ahh... Coca Cola's desperate attempt to enter the energy drink market.. mach 2..

(Didn't you notice the Red and Black.. no it's not a Bomber's drink.. and who else can purchase all that shelf space at the supermarkets.. look right down the back bottom.. where they say in tiny print: it's a 'Quality product of the Coca Cola Company..'

A statement on the back says 'Twice the kick*'...*when compared to a 250ml can.. BUT the Mother can is 500ml.. so ml Vs ml it's the same 'kick'!

'TASTES NOTHING LIKE THE OLD ONE'....
Translation:
'WE ADMIT THE OLD ONE TASTED LIKE SH**'

'COMPLETELY REFORMULATED'....
Translation:
'NOW TASTES EXACTLY LIKE V-ENERGY DRINK'

and then..

She got pregnant!

[and a couple of weeks ago the name 'Zoya' kept comming up in her dreams..
..not knowing what it meant we looked up its meaning and it is Greek for 'Life']

and then...

..they got MARRIED :)

and..

they started wearing matching tops..!

There was this guy doing Street Ministry and there was this girl doing Street Ministry, and then they met...

Surpee Watch

Alert!

The new $2 Slurpee cup is smaller (thinner) than the old one... not by much, but when it comes to Slurpees, I'm watching you 7-Eleven !!

Walking along the footpath...

Clouds about, and it was a gentle sloping hill, as I walked along the footpath. I looked at the leaves, which were brown, Autumn was approaching, although there was still plenty of greenery around. Hey, there is a lolly wrapper on the ground, no bin in sight, so ether it was carelessly dropped or blown here from somewhere else. As I walk I wonder about my breathing. It's ironic as I breath in that the air goes Down to my lungs, when it really needs to go Up to my brain. If I had my nose on my chest, that would be more efficient. And an eye in the back of my head would be cool, although then I wouldn't know which way to walk. So many cars passing by. Open windows, and people sitting board inside. They don't see me as they pass me by. Is that by choice or out of ignorance? If someone is ignorant, is that by choice? People can find out stuff if they really want to, can't they, can't you? An itch on my arm, is it worth the effort to scratch it? Nope, it's gone now, where did it go? Someone walking the other way. I move a bit to the left so we don't touch as we pass by, probably shouldn't look at their face either, but I do.

I wonder if I can paint the color Grey with words ?

The Carrot, and Friends.

Yum Yum,
Vegitables are fun,
Put them in your mouth,
Not in your bum.

Cook them slowly,
Cook them quick,
Cook them over a candle stick.

On a plate,
In a bowl,
Stir them into a risso roll.

When they're cold,
They're hard as ice,
Heat them up,
They're soft as mice.

To the light a green arm stretches,
It swats at the queen of Narnia,
As she prowls around in the night,
Yellow brings hope, brings life,
To be born and to give birth,
All that is inbetween means existance,
A vegetable is.

Random fictional Story

...pulling himself slowely out from the mud. It slurped hungerly at his skin, not wanting to let go of it's unexpected meaty meal. This was a catch worth enjoying, and digesting over the next hundred years or so. But this jungle bog was not deep enough, not strong enough, to hold him. He Looked up into the noisy, stormy night of the sky, wishing he was an eagle, soaring high above the ground, with it's beady, birdy eyes, able to spy out the hidden things of the land. He needed to find her. She was out there, alone, and all he had was the...

, follow me...

Right, time to open myself up to God and Homelessness, and see what happens....

You can follow the journey,

Here:
http://selleverything-givetothepoor-followme.blogspot.com/