Thursday, 21 July 2016

mental post its

Of all the idiotic things one could be persuaded to do, this would be the last/least..ugh I stepped out and was gone for longer that I'd wanted in this hellish heat.

Coming back with a splitting headache, what else did I expect? It was so superbly white outside. The sun was a diamond of spiky shards zealously bellowing solar flares.
I came back looking like a rotisserie chicken. My only consolation was that I wasn't impaled on a skewer, though, judging by the decalescent dysentery that the sun seemed devoted to, I wouldn't have been surprised had a passing javelin done the deed.

Almost half way done with 'salvation of a saint', and man oh man, is this getting twisted with every turn.
I'm wracking my head along with the detectives, and there are a couple of theories that I've come up with as well..and I'm just waiting to see if my line of thought is possible/plausible, or if it even exists as of one of the possibilities.

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Started watching a new series called 'Aquarius' . Real nice. Set in the late 60's..of flower power era and Manson murders. It involves fictitious accounts of the latter, and is a sort of crime investigation drama series. Not bad at all.

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A sudden urge to eat a particular orange chocolate..a thing of incidental choice and shared fondness.
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Thinking about what to make for dinner is probably one of my least favourite things to dwell upon, and one that occupies a lot of my dwelling upon time. sigh. 

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