Friday, December 12, 2008

Coming up to 44 years on this planet

And it was all variously good.

Each of those years had one little happenstance that made the next year wanted.

Same again this year. Big things are happening. Some not so good.

But at least, if you walk barefoot through the park, and tread in shit of dog:

well, at least you have toes to feel the warm embrace of canine clart in between.

I'm not saying that's good, I'm just saying that's better than anaesthetic disregard.

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