Only two days ago I thought the world was ending or at least that I wouldn’t be able to make it much further down the stressful, straitened path we’ve been trodding.
Then some cool wind (I can't plot its direction; only know it filled and revived me a little) whispered in and I felt more alive.
Diminished not finished quoth the man. Fighting mad. As they say (tiresomely), it’s a strategy, then it’s a tactic. A luta continua. Dizrhythmia. I'm not melting, you are.
Split Enz: I Got You (Link)
I truly would like to be inside your brain! Brilliant. And how I feel so often! Maybe I could try for Charlotte Atlas?
ReplyDeleteThank you for liking this and for putting up with what some might consider to be the "whining." I prefer to think of it as a statement of purpose. I've already marked three things on today's to-do list as completed. The fourth, which I've been putting off (naturally) begins Now. Curtis
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