Being the hitherto unpublished musings
of Mimi Foxmorton, Piratess o' th' Bloomin' Bloomer
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
TOUCH TH' WIND
"It seems to me there can no longer be any choice between enduring the torment of reality, of false categories, soulless concepts, amorphous schemata, and the pleasure of living in a fully accepted unreality."~Joseph Roth Flight Without End
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Some where up in the riggn' my true lov' be... Full sails across the deep blue sea... Some where over the rainbow Is island full of rum Someday this old sea dog heart beats last drum. I be there I be awaiting for thee! R spirits will be free ! We sail around the world... You Me and Yellow Dog.... Just us three! Mad Peg sings tune of Over Rainbow for Violet... Foxmorton tear in eyes yells what about me? can't leave me here! Violet give me back my Bloomers!
2 comments:
Some where up in the riggn'
my true lov' be...
Full sails across the deep blue sea...
Some where over the rainbow
Is island full of rum
Someday this old sea dog
heart beats last drum.
I be there
I be awaiting for thee!
R spirits will be free !
We sail around the world...
You Me and Yellow Dog....
Just us three!
Mad Peg sings tune of Over Rainbow for Violet... Foxmorton tear in eyes yells
what about me? can't leave me here! Violet give me back my Bloomers!
The pirates know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore
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