This could well be the opening lyric of a country song. In fact it might have been. But I am talking about me. Pay attention. Or not. I don't care. I am getting old though. I speak with the authority like I understand the exact stages of life. Well see 12 hours ago I was on the cusp of entering 'the feeling of being old' and this morning it is full on. And about seven years and five months and 13 days on I will be just 'old'. But I suspect there are signs. And I mean beyond the involuntary discharge of gases from many orifices, some I did not even know were there. For one - random body parts start hurting. Bulges start appearing where there was no reason to. The other day I found out I had grown a second liver. Well it felt like it. Took a picture and called the doc. Oh that is just a Lipoma he said. Apparently they are common. Well if you ask me I had not seen one before. S...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!