Gathering Minds

Boogie Woogie

In the words of the Great Saint Peter… let’s get the hell out of here!

Yeah, he did say it but don’t quote me on that. As a matter of fact don’t ever quote me because I have nothing to sell and when I try to give it all away it becomes a Kodak moment as the deer gets mesmerized by the lights. Maybe the poor dear needs ‘adjusting’1.

Cue the off-stage shouts capturing the Capitalistic glee so plainly evident here.2

Anyway, since I have nothing else to offer and no one really gives a shit all I can say is good luck.

I must be in a pissy mood. Or maybe it’s been lurking all this time just below the surface as I’m neither surprised nor hopeful of but another turn of the wheel. I do walk alone and despite my best efforts I am as I am. It’s not that I’m disappointed in my efforts because I don’t judge nature, in all it’s wonderful glory, according to little ‘ol me.

It’s not surprising to me to shout in a cavern and have no echo return. But that is my fate and I certainly do live up to it. As the pages of Life turn one to another my gaze and attention remain.

So as I lift up this cup to celebrate my efforts I remain undivided.

It is here that I stand and nowhere else.

It’s never been anything else but that.

Get the picture?3

  1. I crack myself up. 

  2. Referencing the term in a number of ways here so please don’t take the narrow dead-end street. 

  3. This is a gratuitous footnote. Drink it in… 

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