An English In Kentucky


















August 6th 2010    Tim Candler

    Frustrations assert themselves with that same insistence possessed by grasses that creep.   Equanimity of temperament clearly is the solution.  Some of us however are not that patient.   We persevere through the day and then welcome a fitful sleep.

    Good entertainment to type without the glasses on.  Allows the mental process a degree of blissful recklessness.   The blurred letters cannot be read, so probably not much sense is made.   Which is nothing novel.

   Have to admit that of those things I miss from youth, abject irresponsibility figures high on the list.   I like to think that once I was carefree and spirited rather than craven to the point of immobility.

    More likely though not much has changed.   

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