Our Man in Europe: WATCHTOWER: No 13: The Shadow of our Sins,
...Less you stab yourself in the arm or leg, a predictable wound and a permanent scar; the wounds in the mind, unseen, are epidemic. Heads steer the body and yet, perpetual, blood flows. There's NO bandage, no TIME, but ONLY time, Timeless, and NO cure.
In this Hospital of a Life the Patients have taken control.. Doctors? They just mop the floors and fill out Questionnaires. The Spastic advises the Athlete, the Novice, the Sage; The Fool, the King!
Emperor Napoleon once consulted a local shepherd on "the lie of the land" and decidedly LOST the battle of Waterloo.
My old, dearly departed Mother once told me: "GOD works in mysterious ways...and our SINS carry long shadows."
Like most folks who are lucky (?) enough to experience the Autumn OF life; I sit in the shade.
Oddly? I get to laugh a lot. and, God-damn-it! -if I don't keep gettin' to meet O.K. personalities; the stuff of Life's Inspiration prevails.
No need to write me, "Y'all!" My Moral compass MAY be "out to lunch"; but in the "Shadows of my Sins", the Almighty - perhaps? - figured I paid MY half of the bill....?
"OH! Fuck me baby! OH! Fuck me baby!"
(Beatrice from Calabria came by)
"OH! Fuck me baby! OH! Fuck me baby!"
c 2012/dave delacroix/lord borgo esq./piacenza/italia/feelin' groovy.
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