Revisiting is not the norm, however repetition can both be comical and a reminder. All blues are not the same, some are light, some are dark and some make you cry. Thought is the origin, not the result.
From whence cometh the cotton habiliments? Leg worn and knee scuffed, true or actuated dyes worn thin through ardour. Truth be known, there is only one true. The one which fits each time, the one that shapes as known, the one that wears as belief, the one that has proven to be “the” one.
Passing judgement is a tough course. You have to have the resolve and steadfastness to be believed and followed. Inner knowledge can be swayed as fashions trend here and there. Fro and to with the likes of Parisian critics pining to be on the inside. No, my statements were true before and hold water in the watered-down world of the 24-hour news cycle.
Cycles on and circuitous arguments for others pale by distinction not only because of weak premises, bet because seams, zips and button cannot be closed or clothed. Clotted cream courses my veins at age and the tried never gets tried by courtesans. Dissagrweemnets I have staved off with fact and fervour. Fakes and foibles of others cannot budge my belief. Cogito ergo sum.
Let the Levis rest Lannah, I need a dark espresso today.
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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