AMY
WINEHOUSE, GEORGE CARLIN, EAGLES
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ENTRY, 11/02/2016, 06:24 hrs., PST, Thursday, my place, 8°C
drizzle, Mood 50/50
Can't
sleep, Fm headphones on, listening to George Carlin contemplating
the all suicide channel
and other non sense and then listening to a girl who took her own
life but leaving us with a sense of what could have been, and life in the
fast lane.
As
life speeds past on the highway of time so fast that the telephone
poles look like a picket fence and the past recedes at the speed of
light and yet my face itches in the now begging for a shower and
shave and my mouth begs for another cuppa coffee.
The
sound track echoes from the past as if it was in the now and I search
the files for images to illustrate these musings as if somehow this
drivel is important and not another example of white noise, and
trying to keep two opposing realities in my mind at the same time.
Entertained
to death, anything to escape the boredom of ordinary existence, sigh.
JWL
the editor at blog spot is wonky and inaccurate
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