schmidt!

there were days... and there were ways!

things were said... when stuff was meant...

when i wasn't sold... over the pavement... on a single cent!

the back of a rusty nickel.. the silhouette of a broken bulb

the trash at the base of bin... or the empty within...

were each worth a little more... way back in yore!

when i was worth a few inches more... at least in your eyes :)

now the slow dance and romance

is only a farcical disenchant..

to the story of my life

good times!

...meeting-hoppers...

ok... i know.. this is NOT what we set-out to right... but can i JUST SAY!

COMING BACK to LIFE is just the mostest bestest song... ever written... it has powers of rejuvenation... that surpass all music... i have ever cared to pay attention to... in the last number of years!

anywho... moving along with our chatter... this one is about the cult called meeting hoppers...

each company has them... they're a tight-pack! like all hopping varietY!

they are armed with the right dress-code always ofcoursE! the bb's with the brickbreakers and the ability to multi-task and yet grasp!

they know those right... 3 odd words to say... to always seem attentively included!

n i think.. like pub-hopping... they're an equally redundant... addictive... activity!

i'd love to say more... but i think when you look from the inside... you see precious lil!