“I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
(Ed. Note: This Post has kinda Gone off the Rails & morph’d into an Annie Lennox bit)
Sorry. Not Sorry.
In most things Politic, I list heavily to Starboard.
But at other times I list slightly to Port.
My Ship Never straddles
The ‘Safe’ Middle.
I am ‘Complicated.’ As are all ‘Thinking People.’
I am delirious with pain right now.
Wish I had some of the ‘good’ drugs…
Ed. Note: I know I have promised BOTH of My Faithful Readers to write some longer, better, substantial Shit,
This Screwed-up neck of mine, along with the accompanying pain makes it almost unbearable to bend over this
‘IBM Selectric’ Typewriter
for more than a few minutes at a time.
Now, returning to the subject meat of this matter,
(“More Matter, Less Art.”–Thank you Gertrude)
Was there a ‘subject’ ??
Right vs. Left
Spy vs. Spy
Yin vs. Yang
Peas vs. Carrots
My Adventure in trying to get published:
I forgot I had left a glass of wine in the ‘head’ (Navy parlance for ‘Bathroom’); now I have a platoon of Drunk Gnats…
…to add to my list of shit I must deal with.
I just drop this in because this is MY Blog
And I like it.
(The Title…and the lyrics, are Slightly Germane and suit my narrative just fine)
And I find Annie extremely attractive…
With or without makeup.
(Especially without her makeup!)
She’s a fucking Barbie Doll
Create your own fantasy; leave me to mine.
“This boat is sinking. Some things are better left unsaid…”
“You don’t know what I fear.”
Here’s a hint:
I fear me.
“I used to be Lunatic”
I got better…
No one will get this far, but I deposit it anyway:
Shared Street Cred Vid: ggarlick46
Thanks to Kevin Bacon & kingofkungfu2002 for the share
I had a lot of fun building this post.
Glad you enjoyed it.
I love Foot Loose – it’s a great exercise song (for people who don’t exercise).