Mechanical Dummy

On.

Back on.

Switch back on.

I got switched back on

thought the mechanical dummy

it’s nice to be played with

even if the kid does like to

throw me face first at the wall

really hard

better to feel something than nothing at all

thought the mechanical dummy

as he hurtled through the air

his nose having a hot date with the wall.

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45 thoughts on “Mechanical Dummy

      1. cottonbombs Post author

        I hope you have got more in the pantry. Here is one of my favorites: how many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb… one, but, the light bulb has really got to want to change.

      2. adurnablue

        hahah, i heard a little girl tell this one a while back and its stuck with me ever since –

        There was a penny and a dime. They were on top of the Empire State Building. The penny jumped off. Why didn’t the dime?
        Because he had more sense (cents)!

      3. cottonbombs Post author

        This one is good, cause it is so direct and reminds us that the truth is staring us in the face. Like: a doctor is brought into surgery, looks at the patient, says: I cannot operate on this boy, he is my son. The doctor is not the boys father. Who is he… it is amazing how many people do not immediately say: the boys mother.

      4. adurnablue

        I dont know? when its a joke?, when everyone knows the answer? i really don’t know this one…..hmmm and i won’t solve it using the amazing powers of Bing, so tell meee!!!

      5. adurnablue

        And so did your reply, perfect rhyming, perfect timing, gets me climbing up the walls, splits my sides, till reality chides – it’s time to come back now, serious calls…

      6. cottonbombs Post author

        Don’t pay too much mind to the heart of time and the tick tock of reality when it’s midnight in Toronto and noon in Tokyo at the same time, who is to say what time it is? When someone asks me what time it is I ask them: You mean, here?

      7. adurnablue

        Nice to know, times come and go, and only relative to perconal thought, think not on how? or when?, or why?, merely fly and be flown, into the unknown that you may find yourself….an Ice cream cone.

      8. adurnablue

        and though the seeds sewn have grown to know life and love of things seen and unseen: belief is still hard to come by, combining blind faith and everlasting hope fails in the last days, for ever lasts less than it used to, and the lie in the middle of Belief over shadows the “Be” and “f”. BF, befriend nameless ideas and be the Best Friend of uninhabited memories.

      9. cottonbombs Post author

        True, for ever lasts less than it used to only means things seen get in the ring and sing longer than they used to so our fling with the future is seen as having been necessary when now the apothecary is prescribing new memories.

      10. adurnablue

        And these are two moe of my favs –

        Why was the baby ant confused?
        Because all of his uncles were ants!

        Why can’t a nose be twelve inches long?
        Because then it’d be a foot!

      11. cottonbombs Post author

        You are a fountain of riddles. You are riddled with riddles. You are more of a riddle than Churchill describing the Soviet Union: a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. Was not a big fan of the USSR, but, you I like.

      12. cottonbombs Post author

        Questions, especially the most ridiculous are what lead us answers. Keep questioning. Hopefully you will find the answer you’ve been searching for.

      13. adurnablue

        lol, I have no doubt it will. I’m making some tweaks to my life and one little ultimatum i’ve given myself is to be happy and smile allways. Yeh it’ll probably get me some dirty looks from strangers on the street, but i couldn’t care less. Joy has never been and will never be a crime, punishable by law. Unless one of those pessimistic stiffs gets elected for the World Dictator position….. then i’ll be screwed 🙂

      14. adurnablue

        Oh you have to be making this stuff up! theres no way that that can be true……. and yet i believe it….hahahaha, guys like that had to exist to make way for people like us.

      15. cottonbombs Post author

        Oh, no, Claudius the Grumpy was a real mean S.O.B, or: Son of a Basset Hound. He outlawed smiling and made skipping a federal crime punishable by spending 24 hours locked up with an overly amorous basset hound, which is where the term S.O.B originated. Google it, if you don’t believe me. If you did just Google it, ok, I’m joking, but don’t spoil it for the others.

  1. Steven Myers

    my upstairs neighbor a few years ago threw her tv out the window
    and after the impressive explosion, the tv’s innard were emptied out and
    someone else turned it into a bookshelf.
    i lost track of it after that, but it’s probably in a junk yard and
    a home for squirrels and dirt or something.
    when i told my neighbor, she seemed pissed off, saying somethig like,
    “this universe insists on everything having a purpose–even broken machines.”

    Reply
    1. cottonbombs Post author

      The image of throwing a tv out the window reminded me of the opening credits to SCTV. I love your neighbor’s frustration of the need to make need of everything. “There are many things we would throw away if we were not afraid others might pick them up.” Oscar Wilde.

      Reply

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