I may have to use the best version of Shady, Dodgy, Shifty that I am able to record this week.
Which is a bit upsetting, man.
I'll do the best I can, obviously.
My fingers have strange grooves in them, the tips, because of all the playing, and the cold makes it awkward to hold the strings down to get a decent sound.
My nerves are bad ...
Maybe I can wait two weeks ...
And I may have to quit this blog soon ... I don't know. And that could be the last you ever hear of me, kooks.
Unless I become a rock and roll star.
Seriously.
Those are my two options: rock and roll star or just nothing.
At least with nothing ... I'll be by the sea for a while, waiting for my friends the dolphins to come and collect me.
Do you know what I mean???
It's not great, all this.
The way things have turned out.
But at least it's different.
I am different.
Do you understand?
How much of a kook are you, exactly?
Never mind
I'm not judging you
and never ever soul
it doesn't even matter
with billions of years already gone
and a lot more to come
billions of years, oh yes
because time goes on forever with or without us
you know that, right?
and I'm sure you'll be joining me sooner or later
and I will show you the ropes
of how to get on, yes
in a vast universe where you can travel anywhere you like in no time - being pure spirit of course
so what's not to like???
probably quite a lot
but we must try to like it
all of it
it would be a terrible shame to suffer holding on to a reality here that no longer exists
I'll be there
you'll be there
it might be all right actually
I think we should hope for the best
I always hope
it's a habit.
...
If I fall
like a cosmic feather
slowly
will I be caught, and saved?
Yeah
Poetry at a time like this!
