But I kept the mallet because there’s probably some science on it that can link me with the scene of the crime.
9th Dec – Walkin’ around, Some kind of lonely clown, Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
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8th Dec – Well I’ve got a hammer and I’ve got a bell, And I’ve got a song to sing all over this land, It’s a hammer of justice, it’s a bell of freedom.
Have you noticed, that there’s a delicious irony at play here? That his is a weak mind, over which he holds dominion, whereas mine is strong, and is the master of the body in which it resides.
5th Dec – I can catch the moon in my hand, Don’t you know who I am?
Imagine that prick coming down the corridor at you with a syringe full of something.
4th Dec – ‘Cause I’ve got nothin’ to live for, Looks like nothin’s gonna come my way.
Yes, the secret of success and self-improvement, is to undermine your mind.
Dec 3rd – Torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool, Loving both of you is breaking all the rules.
It means that they have secured ownership of my adverts for £500 less than it cost me to have them made.
Dec 2nd – Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star.
I suppose that in part is because we are all practiced at thinking of ourselves in terms of living in a film, instead of framing our lives as a theatre director would.
Nov 30th – Well I don’t know why I came here tonight. I’ve got the feeling that something ain’t right.
There must be a breed of humanoid with a higher percentage of Neanderthal in it, that cannot perceive of personal failure.
Nov 29th – A glass of wine with Gertrude Stein, I know I’ll never share, But I don’t mind, That’s just the kind of cross each man must bear.
It’s a funny idea isn’t it, negotiating your way out of a relationship? Who wouldn’t, when they learned that their partner was going cold, not be pleased to learn the truth so that they could skedaddle before it got any worse? I would for sure.
Nov 27th – The gods may throw a dice, Their minds as cold as ice, And someone way down here, Loses …
The man in front of me was giftedly ignorant, the man behind me, very adept at pointing out perceived anti-social behaviour; me in the middle, useless at both.
25th Nov – When the moon shines on the cow shed, And we’re rolling in the hay, All the cows are up there grazin’, And the milk is on its way.
Are there other lives like mine, I wonder, where out of endless months of absolutely nothing, two good things turn up at once which directly contradict each other?
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