Sharks' Lungs in Lemsip
Thursday, January 16th, 2003 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanOr indeed, listless and slightly twee.
Today is clearly a Zen day. Existence is enlghtenment. I don't feel very enlightened, so I am clearly hanging on at the edge of existence. The view here is less enthralling than on the edge of sanity, the colours are more muted and time slopes along like an addled muse.
The hours are playing out in minor chords and flat at that.
The day is sounding through in different keys and tempos; it needs tuning, and the fret board could do with sanding, relacquering and probably an infusion of linseed.
The maestro is off his game.
Thought for the day?
"The artisan keeps his hovel tidy;
Effort can be applied here.
Do not carve your initials in anything you would not eat."
Only 15,900 seconds to go. Give or take a lifetime.
Today is clearly a Zen day. Existence is enlghtenment. I don't feel very enlightened, so I am clearly hanging on at the edge of existence. The view here is less enthralling than on the edge of sanity, the colours are more muted and time slopes along like an addled muse.
The hours are playing out in minor chords and flat at that.
The day is sounding through in different keys and tempos; it needs tuning, and the fret board could do with sanding, relacquering and probably an infusion of linseed.
The maestro is off his game.
Thought for the day?
"The artisan keeps his hovel tidy;
Effort can be applied here.
Do not carve your initials in anything you would not eat."
Only 15,900 seconds to go. Give or take a lifetime.
