bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Friday 28th September 2007.

The weeks rush of hours once more falters for breath,Friday has arrived,i have placed a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge for tomorrow night.I feel half a bubble,past a full shilling.Autumn is not my best season i was reminded of this today, for i could not escape the echoing of chain saws around the hills and valleys,men in red hats,plastic visors ate into tree's, as if Popeye had mounted Olive Oil..hundred of years to grow..seconds to saw dust..." The Human League " singing the classic " Seconds " gnawed away..even the sight of " builders bums "..could not gladden the heart to climb aboard Friday comes the weekend...perhaps a new day will sort it.

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