bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Wednesday 12th January 2011.

I am slowly working through my new year shuffle,the hoarder within me, is suffering from the pink ribboned clog dance,as i try in vain to discard some of the muchness i have collected over the years,each January i fail, the hoarder dribbles gratitude, whilst those in ring- a- ring around the poor sod try to up the tempo in a whirlwind of get rid mantra chants.
So far i have thrown one t-shirt to the wolves leaving perhaps fifty hanging there,some i never wear,the sentimental value is too much to think about being heaped in a washing machine to come out in tatters forlorn unthreaded gone from my very touch. One of my favourites was once black but now beginning to fade bought in 1991..when my soul was lost in mortal combat with the female flesh eaters of the day...bought in the youth hostel during a few days spent in Santa Monica whilst warming my self in the warm sunshine far from the English dampness i know only too well,each time i pass it by on hanging on the rail,i drift amongst those days, the incredible surprise when buying an ice cream off a handsome young hulk whom had never been to New York
.The print in the art gallery i so would have luved to take home,even worse was the offer to have it shipped home,my only excuse i was only on the beginning of my journey around the world with not much more than a pair of shorts,a tooth brush and a small amount of reading matter and counting my pennies each day.
My book case looks neater,not so much under the heavy weight of books now lined in places by rows of two on each shelve,however the  amount of trinkets picked up on this journey through life all worthless in money value,with even some moments i cannot simply recall for the pebbles picked on beaches i have foot falled in the search for the perfect beach, yet another obsession of mine,how many do i have trillions,and on that note perhaps i better close for now,and get back to the shuffle HA...


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