Under the Pink

Anti-teenager “pink lights to show up acne”

I can't believe this is true, it looks like a bogus news report, yet apparently it is true.

(Click on Title to read the full article).

Little Girl

This is so bizarre and creative and maybe a little bit scary...

Hello Haiku

I have recently become interested in Haiku; it is a form of poetry that really appeals to my minimalistic sensibilities. For the uninitiated, there are many great websites that can explain what Haiku is and learning about it's origins is a pure delight.
Haiku is usually written in three lines consisting of five syllables on the first line, seven on the second line then five on the third line. (5-7-5) A Haiku should also be written in the present tense, it should encapsulate a raw experience that is very much in the 'here and now'. Traditionally, Haiku were composed in reverence or respect of nature. Here are several I have written today (I have also taken inspiration from some of my previous pieces of writing and reworked them into the Haiku form).

baby blue petals
awoken by the morning
illumination

the sun on my tongue
while I carry these flowers
to my mother's grave

stepping cautiously
lest I awaken daisies
that sleep underfoot

the moon loves the earth
caught in a gravity dance
around and around

the morning laughter
gently ushers me from sleep
hello dawn chorus

watch the bumble bee
as it flies across my grave
it will not sting you

Lost and Abandoned

Town was fun. I sat in the mall eating food cooked by kids and enjoyed my chemical tasting coffee and watched the world go about its daily duties. Mice on the wheel. As I sat there taking it all in, I noticed that a big lost and abandoned bag lay at my feet. I pondered on the obvious, 'Was it a bomb?' I considered my choices:
(a) inform the kiddie cooks
(b) move away to somewhere safe and out of range
(c) take the bag somewhere quiet to see if it contained any treasures.

I decided in the end to just finish my meal in peace, figuring that if it was a bomb, I would at least make front page news as the guy who was sat nearest when it went off; the guy whose blood, guts and arse-hole flew through his brain along with a half eaten bean burger.

On my way out of the mall I decided to inform the zombie clerk at the information desk about the abandoned bag. Her brain fired into action and her eyes flared like a red light. I could almost hear a siren go off inside her. Without even a thank you she got straight on her phone and spoke with urgency to some other zombie mall robot who obviously knew what to do in just such a life threatening situation.

I didn't bother to stick around to watch the anti-climax unfold. That bag just contained a whole load of worthless shit that teenagers haul from one place to the next. No wonder it was abandoned.