bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Tuesday 22nd January 2008.

I have read so much sadness on the world wide web tonight,i wonder if i should runaway and hide,dig a deep hole,sit in it and watch the clouds above float gently by.
In youth i used to luv lying in fields watching the racing clouds,hearing the drone of far away aircraft tilt through the blueness,the pull of the steam engines crawling up through the valley,the impossibility of hearing the groan of the fireman on the footplate caked in soot,yet it was as if he was sat there on the hillside,pulling out a sweet wrapper from his pocket.I remember being given a ride in a gravel pit wagon,fuck it you cannot do that today.
I could not help but think of Toyah Wilcox singing about life is a mystery,as i read one blog tonight,there is a time for jokes and a time for serious,however i shall leave it to the saccharine turtles to ponder that over night,hoping the serious does not invade the clear blue sky for ever.

  • Tuesday 24th May 2022.

    Myself and these have this evening arrived back in Greater Manchester after chasing Toad from Toad Hall around the great open road across parts of…

  • Thursday 12th May 2022.

    I think i need to poke my head out of the front door smell the coffee, hold my hand out to feel as if it is raining them pull on my busted stockings…

  • Monday 9th May 2022.

    Today i have started my second week without a reminder to pull on my blue uniform...i do not miss it..or am i lying to myself, perhaps... i do not…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 1 comment