June 7th, 2020

Sunday 7th June 2020.

The wine glass is empty the bubbles in my mind blip within my soul, the world is awash with problems from many a year past, that has snow balled during these last few days, climbing on the tigers tails swatting flies of size that cloud the skies, the question is what is news and what is fake news and do not all lives matter, and will the sun put on it's hat tomorrow...i think time for bed and the i-pod...as always love and peace to all whom pass this way take care, the most important for this old hippy thus, riding shirt tales, blowin in the wind, caught in a dress size of unfolded zips..old transvestites dribble ever onwards....with a thought of hope...So Goeth..