Chalk And Cheese, Bjork And Cleese

Tuesday 6 September. 6.33pm

Tanzanian bed wetters, I am calling you out! If you wish to defend yourselves then knock 3 and a half times on a tin tuba! 
I thought not, fraidy cats sitting on their fraidy mats wearing their little fraidy hats, that’s right I mock you mockingly! And there’s not that much you can do about it.

I live inside my imagination, which is occupied by image and word,

It’s a great place to be, quite on the roomy side, the décor is a bit on the iffy side but I wouldn't change it for the world, except maybe get a Foosball table, that would be sweet as!
All day I see what I can see and hear what I can hear, it’s quite remarkable how time flies when I'm in this place, but on hindsight what have I achieved apart from peace for within myself, but then again what else does one need?
Peace and Love, Peace and Love.
A million times repeated out loud! Then a further million times repeated silently! Then one more extra million times out loud again, for all to hear or to ignore, totally their choice, though I hope for them that when the time comes they don’t deny they had the chance.

All it takes is one spark, to burn it down or build it up....A great man once said that....he was me....just now....you were there....remember?!

I'm not sure where this ends, it could carry on forever, or it could stop in 2 minutes, who knows, and who really cares. 
Procrastination is fun, just frittering away the time, until you have to, or maybe never have to, that’s a pro-procrastinator, one who avoids the final forever. 
Job Title: Pro-Procrastinator, cheque please!

And if you were wondering the Bjork and Cleese reference has nothing to do with anything, just how my mind works. Good night all.