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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Child traffick'ick'ing

A Potato head cracks up on a couch and the 'peels' of laughter follow on cue.
Winds of change and the wonders come unhinged. The seed is sown and I await with typical paternal ethos. Where to from now? A part of me floating, growing, evolving - tremors on an olive coated mound. I reach out and feel myself kicking back at me from the past and a soon to be future. It all begins again anew as I loose myself in the now.
It will all go round and we will meet again - I of the future and I of the past in the 'I' of the future present - in a (con)fusion of tenses...
Then it starts - again.