Dead End?

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Oh, well, things crumble to an end
Hell, we all die in the end
Die in the end

East Bay Ray, Dead End

Some say all die. Of course, logic does not support that. Just because every person up to now has, doesn’t mean we all will. Fancy a penny flipped billions of times, each landing on heads. The probability of the next flip landing on heads is but 0.5 disregarding edges and orbit.

Yet, the Twilight Zone is back at it. We all know where we left the pen. When we try to pick it up only to find it is not there, it is easy to call to Alice. You remember Alice? It’s what this song is about. Tim abandoned as many others did too.

Passion is filling the air

Permagrin. It’s the afterglow that we can talk about. Squonk!

If I could make a wish
I think I’d pass
Can’t think of anything I need

 Albert Hammond and Mike Hazlewood, The Air That I Breathe

Find or not, things are right in my head. Yet, was Bobby Flay around? Love the steak, but Ragu can wait. Probably not. Pickles, maybe. Nevertheless, confusion abounds, I am sure. Me? I’m a lawnmower.

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high
DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do

Debbie Harry & Chris Stein, Rapture

Behind, but fortunately, lived to tell about. Wasn’t camping this night.

Someday. Ragu fortune cookie speaks of micros. Lice, it is not.

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