Weeks 705-707
I say ... and you think ... ?
- Hiding :: in a group... sometimes I can feel the loneliest in a crowd of people.
- Grip :: loosing your
- Sticky :: situations lead to a tight fit
- Games :: Olympic Games - where are all the spectators?
- Tunnel :: of Love... or a blinkered romance?
- Japan :: December 7th 1941, a day that shall live in infamy... when they awoke a sleeping giant.
- Super :: cool groovy hip fab
- Map :: I'm definitely 'old skool' when it comes to reading maps over GPS.
- Costume :: we all wear masks from time-to-time, as an unconscious defence-mechanism.
- Secret :: Do you want to know a secret? Let me lick you in the ear.
- Cackle :: witches three
- $5 :: a piece off flat purple plastic of indeterminate value
- Olympics :: it's becoming a bit of a joke, isn't it?
- Stink :: those green pools at Rio
- Announcement :: I am not a duck... at least I don't think I am a duck? What...?
- Polish :: Polishing the floors of All Saints church hall, and people ignoring me while I'm doing it, walking straight across it.
- Frizzy :: my beard after every shower.
- Name :: what's in a name? A symbol of meaning? What is the meaning of meaning? What's in a name? I am not a duck (Yes, I am rambling now)
- Endings :: the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the next chapter.
- Misty :: play misty for me
- Substandard :: what's happening with the organization of the Rio Olympics... no wonder attendance figures would be way down!
- Rude :: what a rude person
- Equality :: all are equal, tho some are more equal than others
- Smile! :: what a sensational album! Poor Brian Wilson - he really had to struggle to finally get that out of him.
- Presidential? :: who knows what that means anymore.
- Fish :: I listened to our old Surprise album just last night, and played along... amazingly, i still remember all the arrangements!
- Cloudy :: overcast skies shade a deeper glory overhead
- Wondering :: what will become of the number nine (yes, that's totally stream-of-consciousness now)
- Thought :: police... can they stop me from thinking?
- Calculator :: memories of the very first pocket calculator I ever saw... must have been about c. 1975, and my Uncle Les had one... fascinating experience.
Peas be with ewe
Mal
Mal
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