ANOTHER GOOD FRIEND IN HOSPITAL IN ICU, NO RHYME, NO REASON, NO JUSTICE, A SLENDER THREAD OF LIFE AND HOPE, ALL ELSE MATTERS NOT A JOT . . . . EPHEMERAL, HERE TODAY, GONE FOREVER, MEMORIES HURT MORE THAN PHOTOS, PERSPECTIVE DOESN'T COME CHEAP AND NOBODY'S SELLING THE SHIT ANYWAY . . . . THE PAIN OF EXISTENCE AMPLIFIED A THOUSAND FOLD AND THERE IS NO CONTROL KNOB, YOU CAN'T TURN THE FUCKER DOWN BUT IT CAN TURN YOU OFF . . . . FINITO.
NOTHING CAN BE DONE, BEYOND HELPLESS, HELPLESS IN THE BEYOND, HAVE I BEEN A BETTER PERSON THAN I THINK I HAVE OR AM I MORE BASE THAN I'M WILLING TO BELIEVE . . . . ONLY TIME WILL ANSWER THAT CONCLUSIVELY, THAT AND THE ILL INFORMED OPINIONS OF OTHERS WHO ARE EVEN LESS ABLE TO MAKE THE CORRECT CALL . . . . GLAD I WON'T BE HERE TO READ THE VERDICT WHEN IT'S HANDED DOWN. TIME TO RIDE, TIME TO REGROUP . . . . TIME TO STOP THINKING.
I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteAcceptance is the hardest work.
Take care of you.
Cheers honey, indeed it is . . . as for Pollux, you are dead right, he was a pisstake on the Poms in the French one, hence the English accent, I'm not sure if it came out before the English dubbed version though. Enjoy your weekend mon cherie. XX
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