A blank screen,a blank new month...yesterday in a fit of madness i pictured a strange tale through the erotic strands of my mind, that i would blog everyday of this new month.I sit here now on the right hand of a glass of chardonnay, around my ears string the sounds of Joy Division...." Love will tear us apart "..is the glass half full or half empty a really tired old cliche, only fit for repetitive transcripts..i lift the glass the chardonnay, it drifts as much as the tune slims across the airwaves...i neither want the wine to finish,or the simple song of luv to cascade amongst the four walls that surround me.
I swirl the last of the wine around the glass,i look at the clock,i press repeat...and so life lingers on, November takes its coarse the three sisters of fate bang the drum, fancy feet,in melancholy foot work swirl around the pivot of life,does this not shake off the three sisters wisdom, is this the same wisdom screeched from the three witches in Macbeth, is this shining hope,of which i read...
I move on " The Undertones " " Teenage Kicks "...was ever i once one of those.." the best i ever had..."..or perhaps i choose both.