I Don’t Regale Death....

April 2021

I Don’t Regale Death....


And, what it brings.

But... I understand it.

For, we have once, met.

Perhaps in truth.

More than once.

There’s no respect between us.

I just got lucky.

And, he missed me.

But, he knows.

I’ll be his, in the end!

For the sands of time.


Running out.

Life, is short


And I am weary.

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Don't You Get Weary

Lyrics from Southern Christian Baptist hymn. Some days pain, silence too thick - I blast stereo (oldies) mess with neighbors playing Rock music (classic) dance and drive lady downstairs crazy. Forget about joints aching. This a.m. British invasion Kinks (doo wa diddy diddy dum diddy dum) Kinks right? And Stones.

Read today artichokes for two-three weeks cures liver and joint pain fades. I hope. Will track down artichokes tomorrow at new grocers uptown, wih pain or not!
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Lady A




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Music and food for the soul?

I'm too polite and old to play loud music these days. I had an insufferable neighbour living below me. Who completely changed my attitude and my demeanour towards Bob Marley and his music.



I've found vodka is a pretty good all round medicinal cure for my body's aches and pains. Unfortunately the side affects of being drunk outlast the euphoric feeling of being free from physical pain.

Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!