Monday, March 04, 2002

Let me survey the landscape of my life.
An arid plain with bursts of sparse vegetation nourished by occasional rainfall.
Love growing in the oddest places.
Erosion, erosion, erosion pulling off the veneer of youth.
The hill I once climbed to sucess and career has become an ever steepening slipping scree heading towards a dark unkown void.
Yow, I just trod on something sharp. A bit of broken glass !
Fucking hell, who has left glass on the floor ?
Oh, it was me that left glass on the floor, so I deserve some of that that crap, at least the bit when i stood on the glass.
Well, I still wont meet Spike Milligan. Even if I live another 50 years, which at my advanced age is most unlikely !

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