"But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of my years And I think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs It poured sweet and clear It was a very good year"
You poor thing! I imagine that this ladybird must one of the few that didn't fly all the way home. She obviously didn't care that her children had run away and her house was on fire.
Oog. Time-travel always makes me queasy. It's because of that that I don't like to go back too far. 1996 was OK, I suppose? Although being 21 isn't all it's cracked up to be. Actually, 1979 or 1980 would be good - I was far too young to have any cares or worries, and all I can remember is playing outside for the what seemed like days on end!
Damn ... what's going on ? I just realised that No Sleep Til Hammersmith was published 1981, darlin' that's how man thirties ? 15+19 = 34, goodness ...
Returning ? 1985-ish perhaps, when a lot of things were new, up and down a few years, who cares ? . But me-meself-and I would like to go back to 1968, the last year in childhood paradise, playing with me dog and be responsible for absolutely nothing. When there is just the other day, and it's still innocent.
Is kneeling on MsScarlet a new Infomaniac initiation rite ?
You're not the only one Savannah. The first 45 years of my life were hell. My childhood was far from being glorious. Then I've been bullied, wrongly judged, acused and critisized, laughed at, mocked and put down. I've been rejected and dispised. There is no way I want to relive any of it, not even for the sake of whatever great art, musik, fashion or any other style and groove a past year or decade had. I work hard to get in this quiet and peaceful place I am now, completly free from depression after 25 years of struggle.
I focus on right here and right now. It's up to us to make this day the best we can.
This end the philisophical part of our programm. Now lets get back to our usual madness.
"But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of my years
ReplyDeleteAnd I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year"
Jx
PS first...
I wouldn't mind stopping off in 1975... and 1976... just to recall how nice summer can be.
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I loved the long hot summer of 1976 - melting pavements, stand-pipes and all. Then again, I was only thirteen that year... Jx
DeleteWeren't there an awful lot of ladybirds around then? I don't remember as I (the Host) was only one in 1976...
DeleteI was 10 in 1975.... which makes this year really, really, really scary... hence the need for a time machine.
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Yes... there were a lot of Ladybirds... and they used to bite.Sx
DeleteBite? Wow, I didn't know that. I knew they leaked poison from their knees, though.
Delete* warms up time machine for Ms Scarlet *
Well, a Ladybird has knelt on me then.
DeleteWith all six knees.
Sx
You poor thing! I imagine that this ladybird must one of the few that didn't fly all the way home. She obviously didn't care that her children had run away and her house was on fire.
DeleteMiss Scarlet can have my turn as she wants two!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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Oog. Time-travel always makes me queasy. It's because of that that I don't like to go back too far.
ReplyDelete1996 was OK, I suppose? Although being 21 isn't all it's cracked up to be. Actually, 1979 or 1980 would be good - I was far too young to have any cares or worries, and all I can remember is playing outside for the what seemed like days on end!
Gee, in retrospect, I'd like to go back to 2012. ahem
ReplyDeleteI would have never have thought I'd say such a thing, however.
Damn ... what's going on ? I just realised that No Sleep Til Hammersmith was published 1981, darlin' that's how man thirties ? 15+19 = 34, goodness ...
ReplyDeleteReturning ? 1985-ish perhaps, when a lot of things were new, up and down a few years, who cares ?
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But me-meself-and I would like to go back to 1968, the last year in childhood paradise, playing with me dog and be responsible for absolutely nothing. When there is just the other day, and it's still innocent.
Is kneeling on MsScarlet a new Infomaniac initiation rite ?
'78 was a fucking blast.
ReplyDeleteI'd like a redo of the whole Reagan era, but without Reagan.
ReplyDeletei seem to be the only one who doesn't want a do over! *sigh* i thought i was doing the best i could then, but it seems i was totally wrong. xoxox
ReplyDeleteYou're not the only one Savannah. The first 45 years of my life were hell. My childhood was far from being glorious. Then I've been bullied, wrongly judged, acused and critisized, laughed at, mocked and put down. I've been rejected and dispised. There is no way I want to relive any of it, not even for the sake of whatever great art, musik, fashion or any other style and groove a past year or decade had. I work hard to get in this quiet and peaceful place I am now, completly free from depression after 25 years of struggle.
ReplyDeleteI focus on right here and right now. It's up to us to make this day the best we can.
This end the philisophical part of our programm. Now lets get back to our usual madness.
Hugs
Jon