Tuesday, 21 February 2012

I would like to share a dream with you.

Not one of mine, but of a close friend. Well a friend. Well someone I work with.

Anyway: She had a dream that we were all at our desks ripping up sheets of cloth and then sewing them back together again, getting in terrible trouble if the lines weren’t straight.

Well boys and girls this is how I feel today. Stuck a perpetual whirlpool of mundanity and futility.
she knows how i feel
Complete and repeat.

This is the rhythm of our lives. It is the mantra that sings along the fibres of existence.

Complete and repeat.

Complete and repeat.

Aye but the rub is the perpetuality of decay. We shall complete and repeat until we can complete no more and the ability to repeat has become lost along the winds of decomposition.

Shuffling off this mortal coil with no more dignity than a pigeon on a stick.

On the plus side I have used a lot of ‘ity’ words today. WOOT WOOT.

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