Fascinating Fingz ;¬)

WELCOME

This is the first edition in the series of ‘Fascinating Fingz‘ which may grace the groovyscone blog from time to time in the not so distance future. Please enjoy and feel free to discuss =)

Beautiful Quotations

“If voting changed anything, they’d make it illegal.” – Unknown (to me anyway)

‘If you win the rat-race….you’re still a rat’ – Banksy

‘We will surely get to our destination if we join hands’ – Unknown

“you can bomb the world to pieces, but you can’t bomb it into peace” – Unknown (I would guess Lennon)

“Reality is a crutch for people who can’t handle drugs” – George Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950)

“I believe that pipe smoking contributes to a somewhat calm and objective judgement in all human affairs.” – Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

Unfortunately, one cant look after the kids, fill in ones tax forms or carry out ones social responsibilities while tripping on LSD – Sadly Unknown, gotta love the ‘unfortunately’ though…

Psychedelics let you understand that there is more to be understood than what you now understand – Unknown

ACID IS NOT FOR EVERY BRAIN …. ONLY THE HEALTHY, HAPPY, WHOLESOME, HANDSOME, HOPEFUL, HUMOROUS, HIGH-VELOCITY SHOULD SEEK THESE EXPERIENCES. THIS ELITISM IS TOTALLY SELF- DETERMINED. UNLESS YOU ARE SELF-CONFIDENT, SELF-DIRECTED, SELF-SELECTED, PLEASE ABSTAIN. – Timothy Leary

There is no poetry amoung water drinkers – some greek poet, sorry I forget which!

Countless people will hate the New World Order and will die protesting against it – HG Wells 1939

IN THE EVENT THAT I AM REINCARNATED, I WOULD LIKE TO RETURN AS A DEADLY VIRUS, IN ORDER TO CONTRIBUTE SOMETHING
TO SOLVE OVERPOPULATION – Prince Phillip – August 1988

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results – Einstein

“I got a great education, and it took me years to get rid of it.” – Anthony de Mello

‘You create your own universe as you go along’ – Winston Churchill

‘IMAGINATION IS EVERYTHING. IT IS THE PREVIEW OF LIFE’S COMING ATTRACTIONS’ – Einstein

“If you don’t like the news, then go out and make some of your own.” – Scoop Nisker

True wisdom is knowing how little we actually know – Socrates (Thanks Soccers, but it ain’t gonna be too much of a problem for me to be a very wise old owl indeed!!!)

SOLUTION FOR PLANET EARTH

Moderation, intelligence and sharing.

The Sun creates enough power in an hour to fuel the world for a year…

Peace, Love, Harmony, Grooves

Scone

It’s too late to be a pessimist, It’s up to us to write what happens next

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Roland Radwell – Short Unfinished Story – Critique Required – Draught Stages!

Roland Radwell sighed exuberantly as he sliced an extremely deep, yet auspiciously approximate incision into his latest patient’s throat….

‘Shit’, mouthed Roland from under his surgical mask, taking care not to worry the semi-conscious elderly man rasping desperately for dear life.

Roland lied very convincingly indeed as crimson red, syrup-like blood oozed steadily from the old man’s neck. Unsteady on his feet due to his pub lunch and few jars of ale, Roland slipped on a red patch splattering the old man’s pin striped shirt and white bed linen with thick, dark red, almost black, clotted blood.

‘Don’t worry Sir, everything is going splendidly, you’ll be back on your feet in no time!’, Barked a more panicked Roland now as droplets of sweat slowly dripped from the collar of his medical gown, gradually coagulating with the blood where the gash was made parallel to the jaw and deep into the neck, nerves and voicebox.

  ‘I ain’t reet sure lark, but I reekoon me patient has snuffed it, poor bugger!’ whimpered Roland as he rang the Skull-Man to see if he needed any more fresh skulls for his alchemy students…

‘Hello my old mate how many of em you got for me this week then?’ Coaxed the Skull-Man.

Dr Radwell was greatly disappointed with the emailed figures from his accountant. Unfortunately it appeared that a lot of Roland’s illegal patients had been having difficulty recovering having absconded from his facility.

The elderly crippled Gentleman in the chair had contacted Roland some time ago regarding a recurring sore throat he had been suffering with for Millennia.  He had specifically sought the services of a backstreet surgeon since he had no medical insurance.

At a glance of his digital clock on the dashboard of his Toyota,  Roland was rapidly brought to an alert mind-frame as an owl splattered onto his windshield with a thud, sliding slowly, stickily as the owl corpse rolled, lifeless from his bonnet and into the night-time concrete abyss.

To be Continued….

This was a quick beginning of a short story I began writing a year or so ago, and never really finished, all and any feedback appreciated, groove it groove it =)

Keep it REAL.