Every time I see Bono in those big fly glasses and tight leather pants I just can’t hack it. I can’t see that as solving the world’s problems. He’s crushing his testicles in tight trousers for world peace.
– Johnny Rotten
I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea
I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled
I remember awakening one morning
and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love
and I’ve memorized
Charles Bukowski, "Memory"
Reading a Victorian novel.
Each time I pick it up it comports itself like Nytol on my body and brain and I am soon in very deep sleep. In my dreams, under the tomes affect, I lay on my bed, asleep, struggling to wake. At times I make it as far as lifting my drugged head and torso from the bed as heavy arms struggle up and graceless hands grab at a blanket that acts as securing web on my head. And I sink back down. And once down the dream begins again. I must wake. I must wake. But body and brain won't listen! I must wake! I must wake!
Hours later I wake from this imposed nap and find the day has slipped away along with the Victorian novel from my hands. I shan't pick it up again.
Problem on the international space station. The system that takes astronaut urine and converts into drinkable water has had a "back-up." Calcium in the astronautical pee may be the culprit.
This led me to a story I had missed and am glad to bring to your attention.
Here is a photo to illuminate you.
Males have been so favored in Chinese culture (and by favored we mean the births of females have been "discouraged") that as men have grown from childhood into adulthood they have found themselves... so very alone.
There just aren't enough women available to be goodly wives - for those within the lower class levels.