Thursday, April 27, 2006
CHANGE OF NAME & ADDRESS
Skipped the country.
The name changes will clearly never end.
Holed out in Greece, I've been thru various name choices:
I'll settle for something more Ionian Phaeakonian and see how things go from there. Mind you, come the revolution, what a crazy paving over there'll be, a flattening and battening and razing and blazing and scorching and torching.
Verily, secateurs will be hammered back into scimitars, leaf-blowers back to friendly flame-throwers; peat will disappear 'neath concrete and every plant and weed that needed bending and tending will be blasted from the heath and friendly paving stones dumped atop with powerful chemicals flowing in the cracks and veins.
Actually, it's rather peaceful without them. I can't remember any that contributed hugely to the original gibberings, so perhaps the answer is No.
I'll see after my first noon-day ouzo; the milk of human kindness tends to flow fuller with some hooch in my veins and a decent cig twixt lips.
but don't rush to append witty n biting notes just because of *that*.
What make is that guitar you are holding in your photo?
Are you really a busker? My boyfriend is a busker and he says you dont write like one.
Sorry if this is too many questions. Peace. Sarah
Of course I write like a busker. The more I read other al fresco strummers, the more buskerial I realise I am. Send me yr bloke's blog URL and I'll wade in and comment.
Be good. C
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