well, it's almost the end of September and i'm glad to say i'm back in London 
it was a hectic summer back home, predominantly a lot of fun but with a few crazy incidents kicking off here and there (getting arrested at 8.30am one Tuesday on suspicion of burglary being one, but that's a story for another day
)
not much else is new .... back to lessons on the 27th
still waiting on John Deere 144 pictures, my friend seems to be taking a long holiday but it'll be all good eventually, thanks for standing by on hold everyone, hopefully not long left now!
what's been happening recently then SG? have i missed out on much?
tell me something interesting and exciting while i make myself a cuppa
peace x
it was a hectic summer back home, predominantly a lot of fun but with a few crazy incidents kicking off here and there (getting arrested at 8.30am one Tuesday on suspicion of burglary being one, but that's a story for another day
)
not much else is new .... back to lessons on the 27th
still waiting on John Deere 144 pictures, my friend seems to be taking a long holiday but it'll be all good eventually, thanks for standing by on hold everyone, hopefully not long left now!
what's been happening recently then SG? have i missed out on much?
tell me something interesting and exciting while i make myself a cuppa
peace x
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Please substitute She for he when need be...Santayana was apparently a misogynist in tone.
"He who lives in the ideal and leaves it expressed in society or in art enjoys a double immortality. The eternal has absorbed him while he lived, and when he is dead his influence brings others to the same absorption, making them, through that ideal identity with the best in him, reincarnations and perennial seats of all in him which he could rationally hope to rescue from destruction. He can say, without any subterfuge or desire to delude himself, that he shall not wholly die; for he will have a better notion than the vulgar of what constitutes his being. By becoming the spectator and confessor of his own death and of universal mutation, he will have identified himself with what is spiritual in all spirits and masterful in all apprehension; and so conceiving himself, he may truly feel and know that he is eternal."
Santayana
I don't know if you will dig the words of this american bird but I hope you do now...
In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever
-Wanda Coleman
"we were never caught
we partied the southwest, smoked it from L.A. to El Dorado
worked odd jobs between delusions of escape
drunk on the admonitions of parents, parsons & professors
driving faster than the road or law allowed.
our high-pitched laughter was young, heartless & disrespected
authority. we could be heard for miles in the night
the Grand Canyon of a new manhood.
womanhood discovered
like the first sighting of Mount Wilson
we rebelled against the southwestern wind
we got so naturally ripped, we sprouted wings,
crashed parties on the moon, and howled at the earth
we lived off love. It was all we had to eat
when you split you took all the wisdom
and left me the worry"
... Happy trails