Out side my window the fireworks are raging against the night sky the reasons for this have been lost on the whiff of history books been sent to dusty alcoves perhaps it is right for what does age of tradition really mean if the people tonight with matches in there hands are also drinking a glass of chardonnay..on that note it is time to feed my fantasies,to retire to the golden comfort of cotton sheets treated with respect for how many of the worlds population have neither sheets or cotton so goeth.
Saturday 3rd November 2012.
Out side my window the fireworks are raging against the night sky the reasons for this have been lost on the whiff of history books been sent to dusty alcoves perhaps it is right for what does age of tradition really mean if the people tonight with matches in there hands are also drinking a glass of chardonnay..on that note it is time to feed my fantasies,to retire to the golden comfort of cotton sheets treated with respect for how many of the worlds population have neither sheets or cotton so goeth.
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