“Cellular communication, text messaging, squeaking (Tweeting)…. these distractions feed the ever growing beast called instant gratification… if you keep in constant communication with your lover she will get to know you too well…. you lose the thrill of discovery, the mystery of not knowing; secrets if handled properly can be extremely alluring…. the(se are the) benefits of self restraint.”
Dr Mallard, NCIS
Read MoreI shall shortly be unemployed, who needs a pool boy or house husband? I am partial to tropical climates and can’t handle much of the cold snowy icy kind.
I shall also be back shortly to write about the Zuku 8 Megabit internet connection I have been testing for a month so far. I have no kind words like the last time I wrote about them.
Meanwhile its #kenya28feb at 1300 hours. Sing your hearts out, please note, for all the awful singing going on I shall have my earphones plugged firmly in as I add to the ruckus.
Read MoreIt’s not often i pick up the telephone to give anyone a call, i have mind to though, its not incontriveable.
Conceivably it is because i profess to be a non consummate conversationalist. My mind tends to saunter off at the oddest moments and i am oft at a loss of what to say. When conversation drifts and talk about Unicorns, Leprechauns and Rainbows run rampant, i learn that maybe you and i are experiencing the same quandary. I grew quite fond of the innocuous tone your voice takes as it flits over those words that only you can realise.
I do not mind a silence, not with you, a comfortable silence, on the line, that would last for a couple of minutes, or perhaps hours, when splayed on our couch, me engrossed in reading my book ‘AFRICA’, you hacking away on your precious laptop at a deadlined project, an occasional smile, your arm on my thigh, unconsciously caressing it like only you do, comforting. Insisting on talking to me till you fell asleep on the telephone, the couple of minutes of me listening to your calm easy breathing before i hung up with a smile on my face.
I would like to call you, ask you how you are doing, find out who you require peed on, ears spat in, or let you know that this stupid day has me in a headlock. But i can’t connect, no one can, you on your island, self imposed exile. Unfortunately by the time of finding yourself, hauling yourself over port-side, find that i weighed anchor a while ago and is currently just a memory and there will consequently be no restitution.
I would like you to call me; if only to let me know that you are all right, tell me all is well and that Unicorns are still asexual and that glimpse you perceived was but a twig or perhaps a pair of truffles.
| Kumekucha ^ Chizi feat. Wyre |
Read MoreTrying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.
However hard you try it is not going to happen since this is quite impossible. Think about it, if you knew this person this task would be immensely simple. You would try to write a libretto of how this experience evolved between the two of you, imagine scenarios under the full moon in the quiet of the countryside where silent brooks flow silently in the night.
You would be terribly pressed to construe a tangible web that could possibly hold up to passable scrutiny. Able to provide receipts for the tax man and that when the good Lord called you up to heaven to give a good account of your life on ye olde earth, you would be up to the task, robustly so too, such that He would be impressed upon to allow you pass for eternity.
Afraidly this is nay possible in such a case as it shall be extrapolated that this person never existed at all in the first place. Because this as this Dictionary (you, yes you, get your stinky head right out of the furrow, this blog no longer holds up to those standards, and stop laughing, this is true) indicates nothing could exist from such that was never present in the first place.
Toodle-oo my darling.
| Andantino From Concerto For Flute, Strings A ^ Mozart |
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