First a musical interlude:
The song just takes me back to my childhood. When I fell in love with music. I was so so deeply in love. And that love is flooding back to me. The whole world is falling apart. In business I have to face a shooting squad everyday. A fighter pilot without a parachute. They are after me. Shadow forces. That unmistakable menace that is ruining all life on Earth.
But consider the word.
“Highfalutin”
How it rolls of the tongue. The magic of it. It embodies its very meaning. Undisguised pretension in a sugary coating of goodness.
I am poet without a poem.
A singer with a song.
Totally love drunk with life.
Looking forward to the horror facing us.
Macabre.
Everyone is a sleep.
A few luminating souls.
Providing light to all of us.
I am eternally grateful to them.
We have to thank Oasis for giving us a childhood worth remembering. I have to thank Somerset for being the equivalent of heaven. I left my heart there when I left. As a penance. In the apple orchards. With the butterflies.
I just met them best people ever, from Somerset. Their name is in the phone. But no number. If you ever find me again Fiona and Jason. I will be greatful.