ANOTHER FRIDAY ROLLS AROUND, AND NOTHING HAS CHANGED. IN THE PAST WHENEVER I FELT A FUGUE STATE OF ENNUI APPROACHING, I WOULD DO SOMETHING CRAZY. IT WOULDN’T NECESSARILY MAKE THINGS BETTER JUST DIFFERENT. THESE DAYS I ACCEPT THE ENNUI AND THINK SOD IT I’LL GO BACK TO SLEEP… IT LEADS TO A QUIETER LIFE, BUT I’M NOT SURE ITS A BETTER ONE.
THROWING ROCKS INTO THE POOL JUST TO WATCH THE RIPPLES CHANGE THEIR SIZE, IS A FATUOUS PURSUIT AT BEST.
DALE M
P.S. THINKING ABOUT WOODSTOCK AND THE SUMMER OF LOVE, IT WAS SPONSORED BY THE C.I.A., THEY PROVIDED THE LSD. THAT KIND OF PUTS THE WHOLE HIPPY AGENDA INTO A DIFFERENT SPACE DOESN’T IT?
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