Posted by: Winslie Gomez | 18/09/2007

Images, Philosophy and Fact

Glass on a car parkI

Came across this image and it invokes feelings. Trauma, tragedy and travail. This is not some MYSPACE laugh, this is real life in UK.

Someone has had their car broken into.  It’s a crime the Police are not interested in, because it is an insurance claim.  All you need is the crime report number for the insurance company.

What about the poor sod who drove his family into Portsmouth and decided to go across to visit sunny Isle of Wight as a foot passenger on the ferry.  When he comes back, he finds broken glass and all their possessions nicked, by some idiotic glue sniffing toe-rag or worse still some knife weilding drug addict.

 “Welcome to the Jungle”  so the song goes na.na, na,…..by Guns and Roses and Axle with his unique style

Welcome to the jungle
We got fun ‘n’ games
We got everything you want
Honey we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money honey
We got your disease

Chorus:

In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shun n,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,n,,n,n,,n knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed

Welcome to the jungle
We take it day by day
If you want it you’re gonna bleed
But it’s the price you pay
And you’re a very sexy girl
That’s very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won’t get them for free
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream

Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You’ll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me

Chorus

And when you’re high you never
Ever want to come down, so down, so down, so down YEAH!

You know where you are
You’re in the jungle baby
You’re gonna die
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shu n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shun n,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,,n.n, knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
It’s gonna bring you down!
Ha!

Question is:

Are feelings a process of subjective pre-present-cognisance and nothing more.  Is it the Philosophy of life to-day, so just accept it.  What else!

I need a drink!

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Responses

  1. Thanks for the comments I like your blog 😛 I will settle for nothing less than “one hundred million” hits (“” indicate partial movie quoting) and the links were good too 🙂

  2. PS Since posting my article two or three hours ago its already gotten 18 hits hahaha

  3. Delarius
    Thanks for dropping in appreciate your comment.
    If I get two hits I am ecstatic!

  4. Hi Winslie,

    your quote– Are feelings a process of subjective pre-present-cognisance and nothing more.

    Are you by chance a fatalist?

  5. Donna,
    I’ll come quietly!
    This article was done after a night out, so as you can imagine it was greatly enhanced by the amber liquid.
    That last line just came out of somewhere and I have no idea where exactly.
    Sounds good though! I’ll need to look it up.
    Hope I didn’t nick it!
    Fatalist. Not likely at least I hope not.

  6. My initial thought on your quote was that you felt driven toward some destiny, perhaps your feelings were a reflection of a pre-determined event, almost psychic.

    I see now that you were only taking dictation from your muse, a common occurence with writers. My muse tends to appear after too much Scotch whiskey, standing by the refrigerator, requesting more ice before the dictation begins.

    One must always have a keyboard handy for these occasions.

  7. Donna,
    The bevvy makes everyone psychic and all other forms of ‘ic’s.
    I like your explanation. I am driven, normally down the wrong path.
    Your muse sounds friendly enough!

  8. Winslie,

    My muse is very friendly but, as you might have gathered, can be rather a bother with his late-night drinking (he always has more than I) and dictatorial demands for ice and my secretarial services.

  9. Donna,
    Off to nunnery with you my dear!
    As long your not rinsing your mouth after brushing in the morning with a good malt. Everything is just hunky dory!


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