I don't know what I'm puzzled about, though I feel puzzled, not confused, just hmmmm, with a puzzled expression on my brow.
I've been puzzled for a long time. Lifes a ruddy puzzle but it ain't half interesting.
What shall I write about, this, that or the other? For whatever I write, one ends up in place one started from once upon a time.
Hmmmm
It was a somewhat mystifying weekend, the moon was quite energising, had some clout this time round. Not harshly, reassuring perhaps, anyway tis all codswallop. She looked beautiful though upon the river, hmmmmm aye, I've written bout it before, it just sounds blatherin claptrap though, so I'll spare you the dooberry.
Whats a dooberry?
Me and The Devil, they sounded good tonight. Got some wicked pictures of the band.
Funny thing getting older, hopefully wiser, lifes got more meaning.
Life is almost tangible, not like a Lambourghini, more a Lexus.
Whats Arizona like? Is that where you got that reddish desert with outcrops of rocks towering? If it is, I'd love to see that some day. British Columbia too and the Picos De Europa. Mountains. I do not think Florida would appeal to me.
I wonder what its like attempting to row singlehandedly across the Pacific Ocean? I'd like to meet that man one day.
Did you know there are about a dozen Hasselblad cameras still on the moon?
I'm not puzzled anymore.
Celtic
