I can think of one thing to say, but it would be taken as a personal insult by several people out there, and that wouldn’t be very nice. It’s something I believe to be true, but I doubt it would pass the Buddhist ‘useful truth’ test, and that’s one doctrine I happen to believe in.
I was just listening to Patrick Street’s rendition of Music for a Found Harmonium, and that sort of music gets my fingers rapping, my feet tapping, and my mind in the mood for mischief. It’s definitely a-pint-of-poteen-and-canoodling-with-a-colleen music.
No poteen, only scotch. No colleen, only a shapely bottle. No inspiration, only an empty wish.
I’m boring. I’m going. Night.
3 comments:
No, no I want to hear your truth, Jeff! Don't leave me hanging....
It's interesting (in a good way) that you post about not being able to post about anything. usually, if I can't think of anything, I try to get something else done that doesn't actually need to be done. :P Btw, I stayed up until midnight talking on the phone to someone.
Reunions are a happy thing, eh?
Sorry Wendy, I don't remember what it was now. Maybe it will come to me later. Hope you're not in pain...
Well now, I wish I'd known that Maria. It was about midnight your time when I went to bed. I would have shouted 'goodnight' in a westerly direction. Not sure about reunions! Sometimes, maybe.
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