Creamy**JuicY

Oh yes Sir Luther King...me too i have a dream. It is not certainly as big as yours but it gives me a true pleasure and inspiration everytime i think about it. They can steal from me everything...but not my dream...or better said my dreams. They are my personal belonging, they are in a safe place, in an unreachable area. I use them whenever i want, wherever i can.
Some of them are giving me the taste and the push for living, others are offering me opportunities for fun, adventure, wish fulfillment, creativity, deep personal insight and healing... and all this at no cost.

They are making me smile when i’m sad, making me jump when i’m lazy, making me relax when i’m stressed. All what i need is to close my eyes and to see things as if i’m feeling them. Even sometimes i don’t need to close my eyes...i just disconnect “go offline” :) from the world, just to have a quit good moment with my dreams.

Dreams aren’t possible to achieve, unless u are a pessimistic person or someone who believes in luck. It was kinda of “Impossible” to step on the moon, but Neil Armstrong did, that’s because he strongly and truly believed in what he dreamt about. Just make your dream a “will”, to get the “way”. And just remove those three words from your dictionnary: “impossible”, “never” and “sure” and don’t let any obstacle buil a wall between you and your dreams. As the french proverb is telling “ The difficult is what can be done immediately, the impossible is what can be done but with a little more time”...just hang in what you dream about.

I believe in all my dreams, from the silliest one like “Alice in wonderland” to those that are making the target of my life. All of them are my basic source of inspiration. My dream Sir Luther King is not in the money and not in flying...my dream is simple, very simple...when i imagine myself owning a space full of orphans from all over the world to build a huge cosmopolitan family raised on love, respect and education, that would be enough for me to die in peace...Sir Luther King...

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.


If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb


The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet


A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.


A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.


Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.


The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.


The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.


The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds


Some lions mate over 50 times a day.


Butterflies taste with their feet.


The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.


Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.


Elephants are the only animal that cannot jump.


A cat's urine glows under a black light.


An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.


Starfish have no brains.


Polar bears are left-handed.


Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.

Homeopathy, you have certainly heard about what we call soft medicine based on the hypothesis according to it the water keeps the trace of each body that was in contact with it, and that since the universe creation. Thus, this science attribute a “memory” to the water.

If the water had memory, it would remember such terrible horrors, crimes, deception, injustice, hate and sadness.
It would taste again, while revising the memories, the blood of innocents poured in its ocean, sea, lac and streams...because nothing appease the barbarian thirst of human and that killing to survive strong or dying proud, honors the the warrier’s memory.
It would taste again the pestilential cupidity of the black gleaming dirty oil poured, telling bylaw, it happened “accidentally”....blemishing its vividness and assassinating its soul seeing that we have to take advantage of ressources that nature mother offers generousely.
It would suffer from the biterness of each tear washed by its rain, every tear dropped from the eyes of orphans traumatised by the violence and to whom we prescribe the oversight as the only cure.
It would dampen the dust covering the minors’ faces ...patriotic minors who gave their life to carburate the hellish machines to accomplish their objective. The sweat of exploited children to fill the economic gaps of third world countries...

When i think of all burden that the poor water is abiding, all that rot diluted in its memory...the reason of the drinkable water rarity is an obvious fact. And i complain to the water, sympathize to its pain, cry its despair; and i wish for it a liberating amnesia and for us to remember of all what we did to it.

Homeopathy is making the water crying...crying because of remembering our dirtiest crimes against it, our mis-use of its sources...Keep it without memory, it would be easier to continue its journey of life in peace.