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Be Alert! The World needs more lerts...


There are so many alternatives.

There is blue, there is black. There is walking, there is running. There is fish, there is door. There seems to be nothing left to the imagination.

Occasionally, even though I am so very tired, I find it difficult to sleep at night. Sometimes it is because it is too quiet. Sometimes. Sometimes it is too loud, but sometimes it is too quiet.

Sometimes boys (and sometimes girls) ride their skateboards past my house.

I have two pairs of trousers that seem somewhat confused; they cannot seem to decide if they would rather be trousers or shorts, so somewhere about the middle they stop. Frankly, this causes me no end of worry.

I forget things all the time.

Big hats. Big hats don't mean anything to me these days.

I remember... blue.

Sometimes socks never come back.

I have never pretended to understand women.

I think that I'll sleep tonight.

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
You sure are alert to spot that 'Oh so OBVIOUS notice'
I know the quote as "your country needs lerts."

Here's me being finicky again. Or as we say in our neck of the woods: "erbsenzählerisch".
EG CameraGirl said…
Sleep will help, I'm sure. Sometimes it's hard to avoid ALL the slippery places.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, it's on every level too!

The Wife, I've seen it both ways. The toilets on level 5 of the Arts building of the University of Tasmania couldn't be wrong though, could they?!?

EGTG, I have been extra careful in the fog of lethargy I've been walking around in of late!
Z said…
Oftentimes it is too loud at night. Not loud per se, but noisy. Refrigerator compressor probably about to let up the ghost, don't you know.
 gmirage said…
Accidents happen =) Even at home, remember my little boy slipped and hit his head oh no!

As for the noise we can only close the window...lol.

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