Since I haven’t posted a fresh Pearl in seven days, I figure I should let y’all know I’m still alive; hence, another re-blog, as I still haven’t sat long enough to complete another one yet. The Big Blue Room continues to seduce me away from the computer more often than not these days, so, I can’t say offhand just when you’ll see a new mess. However, I can feel the craziness building, so, I CAN say it won’t be too long. Hopefully, by then, I’ll still have a Gentle Reader or two still dropping by to read. If not, well, too bad, so sad, my bad. I can’t feel too much angst about it, as I continue to find more strength & stamina within this tired old body, a felicitous happenstance, to be sure. But, there’s still a poem or two left in the old grey matter; I can feel it percolating now & then, so, eventually it will leak out onto the screen; perhaps there will still be a reader or two who appreciates it. Time, as it always does, will tell.
For now, it’s time again for a morning walkabout, in the post-rain dawn. I’ll be back, with a fully fresh Pearl, in a day, or perhaps two. I hope to see y’all then….
Be well, be happy as you may, & stay as strange as you can be….
gigoid, the dubious
Good morning…. I say that, not because it necessarily IS a good morning, but, rather, in the hope it will become true by the power of suggestion. It’s a social nicety to start the day with such ambiguity, which I suppose serves some sort of purpose, though, what it might be escapes me at the moment…. We humans do like to have a purpose; it gives us the illusion we’re in some sort of control of reality, when, in fact, nothing of the sort is true…. Perhaps it will be an indication of burgeoning maturity, should we ever learn to look at reality without our colored glasses….
Oh, well…. a little early for such depth….
Shall we Pearl?….
“The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs…
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