Morningtown ride

evening all.

Ok, 0250 hours and I should be asleep. 

I'm not an insomniac but I do seem to skirt around the edges of it, I dip a toe in every now and then to test the water so to speak, then come rushing out to stare at my anti-Lethean lake with delight ( you see, I know my Baudelaire as well as the next man)

it appears time has over got me and I am behind in the world of blip where days flash past, silvery fast like fish in a fast moving stream, 
whilst I clutch to memories, and a cup of Ovaltine....(boom boom)

night all

the seekers