February 28th, 2016

Sunday 28th February 2016.

SSSSHHHH.....midday..the sun crashes through the window i can see the floor of this here room free from my hoardings gathered perhaps over forty years today a sort of tidy up that gathers a storm, eyes half blinkered have batted it away or simply moved from one side to the other heaped in corners and all the other places us crazy hoarders indulge in down the years, food for my soul to keep the Goblins and Gargoyles away and my sanity intact...each sunday during winter i try this movement of order however the raid on the fridge for bubbles about this time make this task endless....besides my companions sat by this here machine or dotted on shelves may not be able to talk but their glare is enough a slient whisper says from all we do not want to be the TIn Soldier...who jumps in the fire....therefore time to sigh and depart for now perhaps i might be back later with zoro the big bubble.....

Sunday 28th February 2016.

The day has almost ended....i slip the bonds i push the mind into retro...i bought the 45rpm...Sorrow...perhaps one of the best covers i have ever heard...i am not sure that at the time i was madly in love..or the feelings of rejection laid heavily at the fore front of my teenage mind as to why the record punches so hard into my soul...the girl in mind simply floats....but if i ever arrive in San Fran i will wear some flowers in my hair.....i was hoping i should meet someone there if only to walk in bare feet in the sand but i doubt it...time is a crazy lover......Johnny-B-Goode eches around the walls...however i shall be happy with Creedence and who'll stop the rain...So Goeth...