The Shoutbox
I'm off to bed.
"I was alone, I took a ride, I didn't know what I would fine there. Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there..."
"It's a thousand pages give or take a few, I'll be writing more in a week or two..."
"It's a dirty story of a dirty man, and his clinging wife doesn't understand. Their son is working for the Daily Mail, it's a steady job but he wants to be a Paperback Writer..."
I've had a few.
But then again.
To few to mention."


"There are places I'll rememeber, All my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better, some have gone and some remain. All these places had their moments, with lovers and friends I still can recall. Some are dead and some are living, In My Life I've loved them all..."
Wow. That was my 500th shout.
I'm averaging 100 shouts a week and 100 posts a week. On both boards a frequent.

Scary even.
Who knows?
I think I'll just sing.

"Lady Madonna, Childrenat you feet, Something-something-something-something-make ends meeet!"
Well, it was of course supposed to be an answer to "It's the Ebd of the World As We Know It", but I loves The Beatles, so it's all good.

"There are places I remember..."
"She's in love with me and..."
"...I feel fine."