I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Just a thought...
Red Dirt Girl left a comment on my pic of a chariot of fire, a burning bicycle, that it thus means Elijah went heavenward on a burning bicycle, and Jesus may return on one. Quite a thought... I thought he might come back on his horse.
What an amazing dreamy post and the last that I am reading tonight. Heading to Zland.
ReplyDeleteI have visions of the Horsemen in Revelations clapping coconuts Monty Pythonesque style...
ReplyDeletePrincess!
ReplyDeleteNew Zland or Old Zland?
Trollop...That's a bit scary... the low budget apocalypse...instead of plague, we all get a bad cold?
nahhhh - i love horses. why make them fly out of the sky flaming with raging deities on their backs ??
ReplyDeletei'm sticking with the flaming bicycles .... all the way .... gives new meaning to the idea of sitting on the hot seat!!!