A couple of posts ago I responded to brownie's comment that things were quiet - too quiet - and today I see that Sam the Dog has been taken to the pound. Wtf is going on?
But back to the treacle theme, in amongst all the treacle you occasionally get, oh I dunno, a little sparkly thing. One of those sparkly things you used to get on birthday cakes when you were four. I'm sure they have a name, but..but..but...they're only a metaphor for fuck's sake, they're not what I was going to write about.
They're a metaphor for the occasional diamond -which, if you think about, is just another metaphor and...
You call that a sparkly thing? This is a sparkly thing:
Initial autopsy results are out and the blame is being pointed at the boogie. It seems no blame is attached to the sunshine, moonlight or the good times.I just love it.