Well of course it is the end of 2020 ... no matter what lies are told or what tendencies are wrangled ... it’s just math ... or calendars ... or maybe colanders if we got pasta ... I like spaghetti.
In any event one year is dying and a new is commencing. That just is and no amount of optimism changes the fact that it’s still merely just tomorrow. Oh I know, I know ... I need to be more positive and optimistic and really I am ... but ... the math is still the math.
What’s my point? What? ... I have to have a point? OK ... let’s see if I can perform under pressure ... nope ... still just writing whatever whenever however.
I’m not even writing proper Gonzo journalism ... just drunk stream of thought ... but then perhaps it’s like having no style ... is actually a style.
So at 2121hrs on the eve of the new I can’t help but wonder ...
