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I owe my solitude to other people.

You'd never ever wish for a bushfire, but they do have the capacity to generate very interesting sunsets.

He knew human folly like the back of his hand

Over the fence (and out). The [former] Chickenfeed carpark, Sandy Bay. March 2013. Everywhere you look there are tyrants. I'm tempted to say that this is a new thing, but am reasonably certain that they've always been around... Epitaph on a Tyrant , W. H. Auden Perfection of a kind was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.

There's more than a touch of James Dean about Hank here...

People who read the tabloids deserve to be lied to.

Take the hill. Geilston Bay, March 2013. Cider With Rosie , Laurie Lee: An account of Lee's childhood in a small village in Gloucestershire, England in the immediate post-WWI War period. Sweet and fresh, if a little meandering, you can see why this one has resonated with people. C+ .

Sometimes failure isn't an opportunity in disguise, it's just you.

At some point things will be clearer.

Those who make their dress a principal part of themselves, will, in general, become of no more value than their dress.

Crab #1. Little Howrah Beach. March 2013. Theme Thursday again. GREENERY. Hmmmmmmmmm. Ummmmm. Give me a second. Crab #2. Little Howrah Beach. March 2013. (tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick) Crab #3. Little Howrah Beach. March 2013. Yeah. Sorry. I've got nothing this week. How about I post this up now and promise to add a drabble this afternoon on the topic?

Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.

Is it still a maypole in March?