Rosio Pavoris

So much for the last thing that kept me going.

Just for the record.

(Lol hallucinations.)

I don’t want to do this anymore.

You are a splendid butterfly
It is your wings that make you beautiful
And I could make you fly away
But I could never make you stay
You said you were in love with me
Both of us know that that’s impossible
And I could make you rue the day
But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn’t matter what I’ll do
Not for all my little words

Now that you’ve made me want to die
You tell me that you’re unboyfriendable
And I could make you pay in pain
But I could never make you stay

Why do I even bother?

New Year’s celebrations are officially over at this point, here. Various neighbors lit various fireworks, very few things caught on fire accidentally, we drank pink champagne, and now I’m charged with eating the leftovers while everyone else goes to sleep.

A lot of people seem to be doing this year’s end type of meme, so I might as well.
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With the exception of dinner yesterday, I slept for about 26 hours straight. I’m still tired.

But yes, I’m still alive.

Also, I’ve changed the Blogroll page to be a cast of characters, because I’m bored.

Many years from now
When your grandchildren climb upon your knee
You may be quite astonished to see
How many channels they can change on TV
When some old film in black and white
Comes on and there you are upon the screen
Or is it someone just like someone you’ve been
Looking not a day over nineteen?
“Granddad” the little ones are asking you
“Why do you look so sad?” (so sad)
So you tell them all about the fun you had

Back in ‘64 before you were born
People had no time for pouring scorn (or scoring porn)
On dreams of love and peace
No one was obese
Only tight trousers were worn
Back in ‘64 we were at it like knives
Back in ‘64 the time of our lives
Was in the present tense
Now does that make common sense
Any more than girls with hairdos called beehives?
(zoom zoom zoom zoom)

Back in ‘64 before you were born
Back in ‘64 before you were born
But as you’ve gone on and on
Your audience has flown
And as you find yourself all on your own
You may wistfully recall
How Benjamin Disraeli said that
“Life is too short to be small”
Or maybe like some old time song
Overall it’s long — so
so long… it’s all over.