I have come here to sit awhile whether any of this makes sense or is a dribble in Elephant piss...is voyeurism in a gulag of troglodytes dancing in clogs to Pete Seegar singing " Banks Are made Of Marble "..Thus the weekend trolls through the hours which will not walk this planet again on such a day as July 17th 2020..I lift my cap touch my forelock to those whom own us. However i am content at this hour of the day to Bring Me My Queen sung by Abigal Washburn...most deadly is playing through the I-Tunes on this here Machine, especially playlists made through memories trawled through life in my adopted town amongst the Manchester Basin of which i hold amongst my soul a love hate relationship depending how many tin cans plastic bottles lay amongst the gutters i trawl through each day..but, am i stoned in love with you..The Stylistics..give, have, that feeling when Belle Vue Manchester was and not a giant car lot..how dark were the planners glasses in those days when hope was a giant catterpillar or perhaps dinner was a treat far to stretched...back in those days when tank tops and flares were the right of passage for young youths such as i. Should i say wish you were here, or there, in those days during the mad hatters tea party perhaps that was the time when i slipped into my first dress and thought oh dear is this really me...so you think you can tell when Judy Collins sings with God On Our Side..perhaps a song to close this night...
To all whom pass this way love and peace take care...XX
