I could a tale unfold...
But I wont.
Because blogs are not for tale unfolding.
They are for vomiting.
I didn't want to tell you this.
But since I have not slept in quite a few hours and since I've watched Shakespeare in Love twice (not back to back, I watched Stage Beauty in between) I am in the mood to confess.
No more.
5 comments:
Oh dear. I unfold tales all the time on my blog. Oh dear. I will stop immediately. Oh dear. Good bye.
Unfold. Please. Why would you watch Shakespeare in Love (twice) unless you were dreaming of telling a tale?
I watched Notting Hill twice today.
Quilly: Awwww, don't take it like that. I didn't mean you...
Cindra Jo: Hmmm. This seems a very useful exercise. Right after I have gone out to collect a cheque that has apparently been waiting for me for "ages", I shall come back, watch Shakespeare in Love again and maybe do it.
PTB: Every moment is a different unfolding. I may do so...only the story would be different now...that old moth of thought, you know, it keeps flickering, flapping, flickering...never stationery, never solid, never real.
Nessa: I salute you.
"Because blogs are not for tale unfolding. They are for vomiting."
I think you may be on to something.
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