If we get back what it is that we "put out there", I'd really like to know what exactly it is that I'm broadcasting.And, if I agree with one of Po's insights regarding "Blindness" (that equally through our hatred and through our love we are rendered blind), then in what capacity are we able to see?
Finally? I either ran at a decent pace or as I was slow as hell depending where I turned around in Edgemont tonight, because I really can't remember where that was.
A peeling tattoo, a sip of Fish Eye Cabernet and a stray bit of Styrofoam to anyone that can name the next line of the song which constitutes today's blog title.
5 comments:
the next line of the song is,(and a venti cup of starbucks coffee)
Um, I have no idea what the next line is - but your vision and your sharing of it with me gives my world a lot more colour and infinitely more zing!
Ah! Desperado: no. That isn't the next line of the song, rather it is the line I use when frequenting Starbucks after many a long run.
Coco: thanks! Zing, you say?
Yes. Zing.
Ahhh. Like mayonnaise...
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