CUCKOO
Delving deep into archives does my pride no good- have I really had thoughts so inane? I have been called Mental at/many times, but idiot enough to pen them down?
Nevertheless, I shall not delete and let them be.. they're memoirs of the more carefree and thoughtless days, where I wrote exactly what my head thought as my fingers flew over the keys. Where I didn't think, guard and measure before I wrote.
My mad, mad, free days. If I was off my rocker then, then I think I'm back on now. In exactly two minutes, I shall match the chimes and poke my head out of the window three times.
Cuckoo :)
Nevertheless, I shall not delete and let them be.. they're memoirs of the more carefree and thoughtless days, where I wrote exactly what my head thought as my fingers flew over the keys. Where I didn't think, guard and measure before I wrote.
My mad, mad, free days. If I was off my rocker then, then I think I'm back on now. In exactly two minutes, I shall match the chimes and poke my head out of the window three times.
Cuckoo :)
posted by A at 2:58 AM
5 Comments:
Cuckoo?
(Jab, jab, poke poke...)
Now you'll know what the poor pigeon (may it rest in peace) felt like all this time.
pooopieeee... there!
True...there's always a certain innocence to the first few entries.
My own archives make me shudder now. But I guess you are right, there's a certain freshness to my early posts that are missing now :-)
Am still a fan of your latest entries though...keep blogging. May the window never shut on this cuckoo...
actually, i think ur off your rocker right now. :P
This post makes u look more mental than ever girlie.
Of old cuckoo clocks and new watchmakers.
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