The last Samurai is so far out in front i cannot even smell his footprints as this year 2018 begins to fade away to the dust bottoms of history books, old magazines stacked in piles found in nostalgia shops sometimes for a few pennies or like a copy of a thirty year old Playboy magazine thirty pounds....naturally it was wrapped in plastic far to high on the shelve to even pinch ones skin just to handle such treasure...i did not buy it...as i smile to myself thinking back to the first time i did indeed reach up and buy one of those soft porn magazines in the early 1970's...in fact most of my pocket money in the day went on such treats masturbation was then a wonder drug for myself at least...i often wonder where and how those whom bared all..are now... i always hope in some old chocolate box pictured cottage growing roses.
Time to drift back beneath the sheets just in case sleep passes me by once more as the rush of rubber tyres grows for i wish to be fully awake when i step out into the light of the brave new day on planet earth...so Goeth.
