Friday, March 18, 2005

What a Drag It Is Getting Old . . .


Try not to acquire one. It's no fun. My thoughts are scattering like mice beneath the hooves of a herd of stampeding stallions. My attention to detail (a favorite phrase of one of my old bosses) is suffering to the point at which it's difficult to work on Diatoms.

The one above is superficially akin to the previous one in the outer circumference, but the inner construction is quite different. The ocular appearance of the heart of this one is . . . well.

Head, throat and chest are bitter battlegrounds. (Must . . . stop . . . whining . . . )

I wanted to do a short essay on money today, but there's no way it's going to be coherent. Maybe another time.

The news . . . despoilation of the environment . . . of the lives of hard-working middle-to-lower-class Americans . . . of the future . . . a hell of a day.

I am a sincere believer in the power of positive thinking, but sometimes it's damned hard. Maybe I should crawl into a dark corner and seek the light . . .

Love yourselves, but not to the exclusion of others. Peace.

1 comment:

lamove04 said...

Feel better, Malcom!  Don't strain your brain today... just get some rest.  
your pal, Albert