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How do I look ?


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Despite my every effort to make myself presentable …it just was not going to happen …the hairdresser had asked me to leave as her scissors had blunted ….and the lady at the “fights the the seven stages of aging ” ….she screamed I approached ….Pure dental services …in a panicked state suggested they would not being taking on new patients till 2067….my defeat was evident from the mess I had made of my tie ….resigned to the fact it might just be a dog day…I hurried to The Curator Cafe …they had always been generous with their compliments …I approached Mattel….How do I look ? ….in his heavy accented English…he offered to bring my coffee outside ….”Maurice You are a dappled dawn drawn Falcon this morning’s minion  however  upon reflection you may need to remain out of direct sunlight ”

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Knowing is not enough


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The door declared  “knowing is not enough”…which at first glance seemed  straight forward  but as the morning revealed itself to me i realised  that this was to become a bhuddist riddle  that even when understood would suggest re examination  …i  had parked in the chief executivez parking bay  ..so my presence was known among all the staff …i was ushered into the interview room  ..two  piles of paper were presented to me and it was suggested if i was so inclined i might benefit in some way by answering the enclosed queries … i lifted the pencil and gazed at the glazed statement   “knowing is not enough” …as if an unknown bond movie it taunted  me … i raised the pages and  raced through the literacy and numeracy  tests …i banged the “bang the bell when you have finished bell”  a sullen woman  entered and flicked through my papers  ….with an well rehearsed grimace ..she said ”  well done mr oconnell you have answered all the questions correctly ..however as you know ” Knowing is not enough ” we will see you next week mr oconnell !

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Try to resist the urge to look


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If the most tempting  things are hard to resist ….said the bus driver as he took my money …i dare you not to look…here goes  dont look at ….this …i found my eyes transfixed   ….bound ..trapped …  see i told you now go and sit down !

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Memory servicez part 2


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I cant remember how long it has been since my last visitation ….i tried to explain i had missed and lost my appointment card ….the building was looking distinctly faded  and disregarded  .    ….”.you had better take a seat ..i am not even sure the your file is still active …mr  …emmm    never mind  i am sure  somebody up in recall  will recognise you .”… I got the distinct impression  that memory services a victim of its own mechanicism …my thoughtless disregard had in fact  reduced the memory services faculty  and by the looks of it  its facility   it  was becoming a distant memory of itself …   i jumped up ran out the door …..resolved to put memory services  behind me  tucked away into the recess of my cranial cavity  …..now what was i in town for  …..

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Memory servicez part 2


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I cant remember how long it has been since my last visitation ….i tried to explain i had missed and lost my appointment card ….the building was looking distinctly faded  and disregarded  .    ….”.you had better take a seat ..i am not even sure the your file is still active …mr  …emmm    never mind  i am sure  somebody up in recall  will recognise you .”… I got the distinct impression  that memory services a victim of its own mechanicism …my thoughtless disregard had in fact  reduced the memory services faculty  and by the looks of it  its facility   it  was becoming a distant memory of itself …   i jumped up ran out the door …..resolved to put memory services  behind me  tucked away into the recess of my cranial cavity  …..now what was i in town for  …..

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Eruptions of classified documents


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Early swim this morning …all was fine  …plip drip ..splish …shampooing…and rinsing … plat plat  my feet on the tiles …nervously  i lift my gaze  into the mirror …  the figure i am confronted with  smiles …almost instantaneously i find it impossible  to smile back …i begin to raise my hand  and my simulacrum  seems to read my mind and waves  back …this is very calming …then  the disturbing bit …my reflection  points ad gestures for me to turn around … as i turn  he reveals a back not to disimiliar to mine  with the exception …his back is covered in a rather ordered rash ….uncomfortably everytime  i try to get closer he moves .. from my twisted vantage point  i can see it is infact  text  …in tahoma …. someone enters the room  …he grabs my towel and covers himself up  …. as i try my self  with  his towel i feel a sensation on my back  …..my appointment  with gp  is shortly   so i postpone my curiousity ….  my new doctor  reads through my medical history which prior to last year is empty …..he asks me to strio to my pants for a quick  rapid assessment …..i can hear his silence as he is confronted with overpopulated .rash …he asks has anyone seen this  i say  no   he sits me down   and says good news and bad news….the bad news is i have manifested classified documents in the form of scaly dermititus….the good news is if we can find the source it may not get into the public domain ….he makes a few calls and explains i will have to be isolated to prevent further leaks ….uuuugh  leaks!!! I gasp  …no he corrects  no more documents .. you have become a conduit for information in the public interest  and strangely are a threat to homeland security …we cant treat you until we locate your source and nost importantly stop these classified eruptions ……

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The light at the end of the tunnel


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THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END IF THE TUNNEL

After lots of shuffling in the dark …the weary troglodytes enquires  whats that ?  Oh thats just  the light at the end of the tunnel  …i wouldnt pay much attention to that !….with a sigh  they turned left  and back into tge labyrinth …cursing the day  Borges  was given a pen …

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