"Heaven,
I'm in Heaven."
I'd been avoiding music for a long time. I got beaten to it. In the delivery, anyway. As for the rest, you never know and a point scoring exercise, ...well...
Analagous with prescience is the second guess that would never have happened. I wonder if you could call it a flaw? I thought it out in a line: tangental, no turning back. So we meet at only one point and then it's a case of whose view and that's a case of anyone and anything goes. They just aren't recognised when they come back. Often.
Often.
Spesso.
I can make myself smile. Still.
Th-th-th-the, there's ... Rights and Wrongs, the wronged right. It's coming though, it's coming through and then that'll be it. Done. Over. But not. Not then because .
That's where you stop. Or should. Or don't but take it down a notch and allow another to do the work.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? And would it be overcrowded? So would you want to move? Two for the price of one. And when did that happen? That key point would be the crux. You don't say?
Yes? No? It's already made it maybe, hasn't it? Should we train babies with blinkers? ...of the obvious kind.
Strange. It is strange. Because it has to be. Today is not yesterday. Why do you fear the hurt and homeless? Will their 'malaise' jump to you and leper-ise you?
There are words that have no meaning. Some are 'big' words. The rest are little, perhaps. All are words and all words are; just so we know where we stand.
Names on a list and ideas on a page and thoughts that stem the flow of blood and direct it where it would not naturally go: well-meaning or just paving roads: Highway 666?
Here's a puzzle: if they got it right at letter 25, why'd they take so long to stop?
Biorhythmic melodies: a matching of souls.
Good Night!
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p.s. If it goes to form, Argentina will win the World Cup: they are definitely the best team in the tournament and might well meet the second best (Spain) before the final. Not that I've been watching, or anything.
1 comment:
although i am drawn to big words (some may say obsessively so), i prefer the little-uncomplicated ones, the ones that slip through lips unharmed, or stay behind the speaker's forehead - unspoken. tiny words don't have to be written, because they're not busy trying to deliver simple concepts, so they're just free to be truths
but there's no fun in that, now is there?
nah - better to plaster perfectly good walls or cover them with textured paper
(because paint is SO out of style)
moral of the story: when all else fails....use a smiley :-D
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