I think I feel a story coming on. I’ll need a character, I’ll call him John. And of course he’ll meet girl. I guess I’ll just name her Shirl. ~ I only did that for the rhyme. But I’ll try a little harder the next time. The pair will meet on a lonely street. John will ask where there’s a place to eat. ~ As luck would have Shirl’s on her way. They ate, talked and laughed the rest of the day. The sun long set and the check long paid. The time was now for a plan to be made. ~ John thought to himself, what should I do? His reasons for reservation are more than a few. Shirl too was thinking exactly the same. When the pieces are alike it’s no longer a game. ~ The conversation faded and they drifted apart. Was it the fear of the end or of the start? I wish this tale had a happier end. But then again it’s all just pretend.
“Glamour is what I sell, it’s my stock in trade.
Glamour is assurance. It is a kind of knowing that you are all right in
every way, mentally and physically and in appearance, and that whatever
the occasion or the situation, you are equal to it.
You can’t live without illusions, even if you must fight for them.”
Remembering screen legend Marlene Dietrich on her birthday… Born
Marie Magdalene Dietrich on December 27th, 1901 in Berlin, Germany Died on
May 6th, 1992 (age 90) in Paris, France ❤
My thoughts are mere a few teary raindrops in this cosmic storm of neurons collectively being released by human beings! How big a ripple these raindrops cause? does it really matter? Cause I believe somewhere these ripples are adding their momentum to the waves that are changing the world for better!
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