isn't that a kind of horse? no, that's horse you know that. well, it's a mountain range in the north eastern US, right?
sorry, wrong again. some people don't like to say 'i'm sorry'; something about love, and never needing to....
not my kind of love.
myself i'm just sorry all the time; at the moment, it's because i haven't been able to get myself to update anything, what with the weather being so lovely, and the back garden calling. something about those little bits of colour after the cold of winter, that just makes me want to say screw everything else.
i'm sorry about putting up the barriers too, under the bottom of the fence in the backyard. i know all the cat and dog lovers will be offended, and i'm sorry, really i am, and it's not that i don't like those little pets, but the smell of cat piss is the worst smell in the world, and i really resent piles of steaming dog turds on my lawn.
so again, - sorry.
well you're probably thinking that's not so bad, not so much to be sorry about. but i've got more: i'm a sorry excuse for a performer when i'm not appearing six times a week, and travelling the globe with my musical creations. i'm waiting for the right moment, i think. or a very wealthy and generous benefactor.
and in my defence, i wouldn't have got very far in the past little while, with that big cloud of volcanic ash putting all air travel on hold....
which reminds me, i'm sorry to interrupt, but i was singing one of my tunes today, called 'mamarocks', and thinking that it could be applied very well to mama the earth, as well as your typical human mama, which was the original intent.
but mama the earth is perhaps getting a little pissed off with the way her 'children' have been treating her, which means abusing her really. so she is 'rocking' us with earthquakes and volcanoes and such. maybe we gotta get it together faster.
and now i'm sorry, but they're turning off the lights here, so i gotta go.