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Happy New Oblivion One and all! For what is a New Year But a single revolution ‘Round a star Hitchhiking on Atlas’ back? What is one year To a floating rock’s dance That has completed its finite circuit 4.5 billion times? So a toast! To oblivion And to our own Insignificance And naïveté, Rejoice in the briefness of our existence. I raise my cup to you And drink deep The alcoholocaust. So I say, sweet cheers one and all! We greet oblivion with open arms Embracing it as much as it embraces Us. Happy New.. -fardo baggins With love |
So who's counting? Time is an illusion, so it is said by both scientists and mystics. There was a time... but I digress. Bourbon is not an illusion, but who's counting? Toast to oblivion, or until oblivion... That is the question. To the briefness of our existence? Now you sound like a silly mortal, you know better. But then, I am not the same man I was twenty years ago, nor twenty years before that, nor twenty years before that, and certainly will not be twenty years hence. Cheers!| Posted on 2022-02-24 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | "Running on empty | running blind running into the sun but I'm running behind..." - Jackson Browne Just a few thoughts about those long ago days when this site meant so much to so many. How many of us will stay now, and for how long? | Posted on 2019-01-12 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | |