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"If my true love, she won't come
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather"..
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather"..
Vinnie Sullivan
Too often, people ask me why I love mornings most of all. So, just as often, I dismiss the very premise of the question.
Night time is so predictable unless you're blessed with a clear sky. Mornings, now they're something to behold. Too many sleep through the greatest part of the day.
It's imperative that we face our own flaws and mistakes. For instance, it used to seriously irritate me how much Alexander Sangmoore and others pick me up on my spelling errors, but that's not his mistake; It's mine. My frustrations derive from my own failures, not from their attempt to save me from them.
"Up, and being ready I out to Mr. Colvill, the goldsmith’s, having not for some days been in the streets; but now how few people I see, and those looking like people that had taken leave of the world. I there, and made even all accounts in the world between him and I, in a very good condition, and I would have done the like with Sir Robert Viner, but he is out of towne, the sicknesse being every where thereabouts. I to the Exchange, and I think there was not fifty people upon it, and but few more like to be as they told me, Sir G. Smith and others. Thus I think to take adieu to-day of the London streets, unless it be to go again to Viner’s."
— Diary of Samuel Pepys (28 August 1665)
Title artwork from a 17th century pamphlet on the effects of the plague on London. A Rod for Run-awayes, by Thomas
— Diary of Samuel Pepys (28 August 1665)
Title artwork from a 17th century pamphlet on the effects of the plague on London. A Rod for Run-awayes, by Thomas
If you are in to taking risks, putting me on speaker phone In large crowds of people will be right up your street
"A sense of humour is the only divine quality of man"
-Arthur Schopenhauer
-Arthur Schopenhauer
In my youth, glass littered east #London's backstreet pavements due to nightly car theft or burglary. Over time, the glass would glisten the morning sun from the ground as if it were a river. Now, the suburbs I visit are forming that very same shimmer, and so too, its river.