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Fragment From A Journal

Posted Saturday, June 23, 2007

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Fragment From A Journal

Tuesday September 11th 2000 2-30am

I’m an ageing hippie stuck in a sixties time-warp; when everyone else gave up I just kept on rolling…..and rolling…..and rolling….

“I am at a complete loss for words” is as much of a contradiction in terms as is the meaning of the word `monosyllabic` he thought, astounding himself by his remarkable power of reasoning despite the fact that he was utterly stoned.

“What remarkable felicity is this that allows of such genius; genius to rival Freud and Milligoon” he mused, musing as he did so, `if the cap fits, it's a miracle!”

Another gobsmacking original from the originator of the famed `Ravings’, he mused on ` “Indeed it looks like a full loon tonight…….”

This is the morning of the evening before which was memorably mellow in tone and magical in recall. The air was warm, the atmosphere sultry, almost tropical. I remarked to Jason the Druid as we returned home down Moor Lane in the twilight that; “this is just like a Mediterranean night in late September, - although I’ve known it like this in southern Spain during October and November too”.

I had wondered lonely as a clown that floats on high oe’r vales and hills when all at once I came upon a joint-bearing Jason, - and we sat together under the stars watching the lights in the far distance brighten as night began to fall around us and an almost full egg-shaped moon rose behind us in the southern sky. Partially eclipsed by the high feathered canopy of whispy clouds which floated around her, the Queen of Heaven wore a diaphanous gossamer gown crowned with shimmering light from within, we moon bathed as we gazed at the silhouette of darkening hills.

And later, home and into the night, to write, perchance to dream…….

 
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