My computer is still a hostage to fortune, so I’m going with another re-blog. It will be some grand craic, indeed, when the ransom is paid… For now, this’ll have to do… See y’all later, folks…
gigoid, the dubious
“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
~~ Emily Dickinson ~~
Hajime…. Probably, what’s going on is merely a function of my own mind, in dealing with all the crap that builds up in there. Whatever the case may be, I’ve been going into some strange places lately. In my head, that is; sadly, I don’t get out enough to say that about the Big Blue Room. These places have the unfortunate ability to keep my attention on them, rather than on Reality, where I have things that need to get done, if only for my own comfort and serenity. I can’t say I’m suffering, per se; I can say I am not happy with Reality just now, and the only responsibility for it rests securely on my own head.
I’d say life can be a bitch, but, that’s not taking responsibility, and the world…
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