monkeytroop

...... and another week crumbles to dust.

It draws out its last weazy breath, the rattle in the throat is prolonged and the silence that follows holds on for two more beats longer than it should.

Time picks itself up and drags its carcass closer to the end of another year.

I remember being kid, in fact I remember a lot of things, but the rules of time where different then, years lasted a life time and every day was its own little adventure.

People say they would love to do it all again if they knew what they did now.

Fuck that, i would love to go back so I could learn it all again. I have made mistakes like every one, maybe even more than every one, probably I would make them again...... Probably I would make more. But mistakes make us human, they make us...... Us.

Regardless another week begins to draw the curtains closed, another week done working for the man.

I have the weekend off at least, it Saint Paddys day tomorrow and you know what they say every ones Irish on Saint Paddys day, thats a nice philosophy and I love there folk music.

Sleep beckons........ till next time.