RTC wrote:I'll wait for kilmateads solution...
Did you ever wonder what happened to Moses
after he parted the Red Sea and kicked Pharaoh in the teeth? Or Houdini
after he confounded the clever and bamboozled the boobs? Or Stradivarius
after he saw Hendrix at Woodstock? Or, worse, Vercingetorix
after Caesar ate his Wheetabix?
This is the problem with getting a reputation - no one ever sees the real you. I mean, Moses there walked for ages and ages and took up smoking and gambling and womanising and all that good stuff - but no one ever hears about
that side of the story. And Houdini started doing weird things like jumping into iced-over rivers, bless his skinny shivering arse. And poor Stradivarius never fully rationalised the whole left-handed upside-down tuning thing, and eventually went mad drinking watered-down Maitai's in Bora Bora.
What's the moral of the story? 30 years ago I fell in love with and sought forgiveness in the arms of a dark-skinned ephemeral girl named Juárez and ever since have judged all other women by her violent charms. Now, perhaps, I might regret that particular fixation, but the thunder still silences my helpless wonder that such a creature ever could exist.
I'm afraid that there's only so much I can do to correct the monstrous wrongs that Nikos has done to civilisation, and from time to time even I must accept defeat and curse his name quietly, biding my time, waiting for the right moment to strike deep with the knife of a just and glorious liberation.
Shakey Graves wrote:I feel so lonesome
Since I lost my someone
And with this government paycheck
I'm gonna buy me a new one
And sit right here
With my luke-warm beer
Just licking my wounds
From year to year
