Cee to sea I manage my affairs close to the chest. I chose this course as a matter of fact. There are few to adhere to such non-rigorous structure. The forecast is cloudy, and the long range doesn’t proport to improve. I sally forth and Cathy west as one might under such terms.
Inspiration comes from without and within. The weather in change makes for longer lingering at length in the lounge. I have never stayed or staid close to the norm. The room filleth with that which is unknown. Whether a Mod or a Rocker, you can always select and option. A or to be, that is not the question. To do or not to do that is the reality.
Forging a head or the rest of the body you can play with the medium. In the end, the mind brings to the fore that which is important. But the real crux comes during the compotation. Carousing and comradery are what the social beings need.
Yes, I might need and few more books than the average. That is the boat I mule up the canal of life. The next chapter may or may not appear on the horizon. It might just appear one day in a pink panther suit and play on your wits. Onward and outward you can never resist the desire for change. Do what your instincts say no what the norm is. Ether way, I can always burn the books for heat.
Down at the wharf where the water turns to mud, the lines are blurred and distinctions become an impressionistic Monet. This is where one world of liquid meets the other solid berm. The water has resistance but the air has the oxygen we need to survive. With that, I breath and create.
Cut it a little with water Cathy,
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.
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