Saturday, February 15, 2014

A song used to live here

Sufficient time has passed Watson. Sufficient enough.
To peep out. To start with the ramblings but without the old baggage. With new taunts and with newer brethren still. Or hopefully without even a mouse noticing (We don't care much for the world). Starsky might go so far as to call it a new beginning. That chap was always of the disillusioned variety. A romantic though, but like all romantics...

Yes, a song used to live here. And we've come around to renew it (resing it?). To dust the premises, clean the windows and awaken the old. Take up residence (Retake up?). And gladly fail at doing it all over again. For what's a farce without the well intentioned aim towards failure.

Ah...