The
trouble with reading “good writing” is that you become impatient
and want to write something parallel at the same time a sort of
perverse mind trick not really possible.
Ellington
on the sound track “Take the A train” one of my desert island
favourites. Have my FM head phones on so the neighbours can sleep
without thinking who is the idiot playing music at 4:20 hrs., in the
morning.
And
the question is how far away is infinity ? And how long is forever?
And what you are supposed to do when some one says “Watch your
head.”
Have
to check Wikipedia and find out how long Jim Morrison has been dead.
In the day he was there then suddenly he was gone, Now reduced to
femme fatale poetesses taking selfies at his grave in Paris.
And
the future of the world to be settled in Paris between shoot outs and
police raids. They mean well but will be unlikely to convince the 1%
that it is in their interests to learn what too much and enough
means. The world needs something now something that can contain our
seemingly insane need to destroy and murder while simultaneously
screwing our selves out of a place at the table.
Hope
and prayers are chump change for losers. The abyss awaits.
Time
to shave and shower and make a brekkie.
JWL
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