I vaguely recall a time, perhaps not so long ago, when I used to write stuff to post here. I wonder where that time went, and if it will return. Maybe a few beers and some stimulating tunes can turn back the clock. Or at least get me drunk...
I remember when I used to write about amusing things. I'd rather have a hole in my head, not produced by a gun, ok? But I just happen to know how the statue feels. jaja. What is it suppossed to be, anyway?
It's been happening to me, too. What gives?
ReplyDeleteI remember when I used to write about amusing things.
ReplyDeleteI'd rather have a hole in my head, not produced by a gun, ok?
But I just happen to know how the statue feels. jaja.
What is it suppossed to be, anyway?
Glenn,
ReplyDeleteI'm not actually sure...
Usual Stuff,
It's a statue/sculpture in a local park. I don't know what its "meaning" is, so I made up my own...