let us make a monday latte for all our loves now…
people need pep to keep up their good work effort
songs come from so many sources now who has time?
like trying to lasso the wind our struggle to win
we may as well just sit and spin and flick it in!
for any monday i love you family
songs for the week all in one lump
one per day to keep the silence away
or skip the days that start with T
play them in good moods it was fun finding them!
Doorbell rings, this night brings:
Trick Or Treating Strangers (TOTS)™
Happy Actual Halloween Again (HAHA)™
Nothing was predicted with regard to the day that got skipped. It was last week, and no-one suggested seeing the pattern, Seemingly To Indicate The Continuation Has Essentially Stopped (STITCHES)™ in the seam of mystery elsewhere termed Life (as we know it), whereby earlier days we wrote about oxbows and other symbols of returning to old friends for reunions and joyful reminiscing, which, in many words means that it is very unclear now as to how much more writing will be seen here. It is not that it has not been something of use and value to the writer or any readers; we know it has been good beyond our wishes. What makes the uncertainty level rise without stopping is that everything seems to be aging more rapidly, and it is not just me: it really is hot “in here” where each of us lives inside of our fleshy containers. No matter what we do we cannot, any of us, escape from our own individual selves. Sometimes, for whatever single or number of reasons, it seems that we would dearly love to be someone else, or at least have the comfort of not enduring our own physical limitations or discomforts or disabilities.
Ah, the disabilities.
How may I number them all?
Start with ҈
(we’ll start here, eventually, if anywhere at all…)