Prophet Wing

Prophet Wing

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Just a goofy creative neurodivergent living on Planet Earth. One little warning, have your nose plugs ready - there will be puns.

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At least the coffee's good, so there's no need for tea to spill. And if we were in Wintertime, there'd be a space to chill. (If this rhyme doesn't get a laugh, I fear it never will) at Much-Binding-in-the-Marsh! (As usual, apologies to Kenneth Horne and Richard Murdoch)

Sometimes, wisdom's not worth the trouble you go through... You come through so much, you figure it out... and when you go back to the cave to tell the others, they would rather watch their little shadow plays from the torches instead of going out to look at the world in the natural light.

Point to ponder "I'll tell you something, my friends, the world is changing every day. The only question is, who's doing it?" Reverend Will Dexter, Babylon 5 "And the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place"

Serious Thought If a sage of great wisdom from long ago were to have reincarnated in a present-day metropolis, would they have a greater challenge holding onto their enlightenment, or would it be just as it was before for them?

Stray Train of Thought, concerning matter transmission... As a body goes through the molecular disintegration, the individual in essence dies. When the molecules are reintegrated elsewhere, the body is brought back to life. My question on that is, what becomes of the memories from each body?

(Just thought this one up, to the tune of "Critter Conglomerate") I am not a person, I'm a bird named Prophet Wing and I like to draw, I like to write, sometimes I like to sing. Say whatever, I don't care, but please just let me do my thing, Because I am not a person, I'm a bird named Prophet Wing.

The hustle and the bustle causes trouble and ado, The situation seems to me quite hopelessly askew, At least I find some solace where the sky is always blue, at Much-Binding-in-the-Marsh! (apologies to Kenneth Horne and Richard "Stinker" Murdoch)

The next four years may be quite rough, But I'm not gonna cry - I've found some friends among the gloom, We're now here in BlueSky. Oh, it ain't gonna rain no more, no more, It ain't gonna rain no more, But how in the heck do I wash my neck If it ain't gonna rain no more?

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