2055

By Parson Thru

Thu, 27 Nov 2014

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4 comments

I had this thought, but then I realised it was too close to reality and I knew it wouldn't be prudent or decent to share it.

How can anyone floating in the morass of hardship, joy and bitterness that is life ever be anything other than circumspect until there isn't anything left to lose?

I try to believe in truth like I believe in Heaven and Hell , but I know that none of these can be in the thing we call reality.

So I live only for you and me. For what I can touch and what I see.

Comments

2055, strange to think I'll

Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on Fri, 2014-11-28 07:18

2055, strange to think I'll most likely be a ghost then. Something haunting here.

Haunting the 2055 to Taunton.

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Fri, 2014-11-28 23:28

Haunting the 2055 to Taunton. Goulish encounters on the track.

Parson Thru

Ohh - I though it was the

Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on Sat, 2014-11-29 09:10

Ohh - I though it was the year! Works well both ways.

Works well any way you want

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Sat, 2014-11-29 09:32

Works any way you want it to, Philip. It's yours and anyone else's once it's posted anyway. :-)