Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Saturday, 16 March 2019

I Don't Get It

I am an old fart.

I am not the same person I was 10 years ago. Sometimes - when I'm alone - I wonder if it is age that has changed me, or the world? I no longer want the things I used to. I have aches and pains where I used to have energy and ambition. My idea of a good time now is a campfire with a flask. Heaven would be a campfire, a flask, and a cigar. I see the world far differently now too.

Take this chick in the vid, for example. As an old fart I see the garish make up, the horrific do, the satanic eyebrows and just laugh. As a young man I probly woulda got horned right out!!! HAR HAR HAR! HAR HAR HAR!!!

But although I've lost a lot of things to age and the years there are times when I can still see beauty and wonder the same way I did when I was a kid... and it takes my breath away. This is not a song. It's a poem set to music, and there is poetry and beauty in the way that the girls move. And I remember back to that summer long ago when my world collided with that of my soulmate.

Do you remember when time and worlds could stand still?
Mine still does, on occasion... and for that I am

1 comment:

  1. Don't feel bad, I'm going through the same thing. I think I have a few years on you.