In a spin
Like planes stacking over Heathrow (like bees stacking to suck an overpowering, musky flower). Stacking up the assortment of iloveyous, ohitsyous and whothehellareyous.
Saying goodbye has become an elaborate card trick whereby if one person sees through it, all will. Attempting to pull the gingham tablecloth of your existence out from under the teetering leftovers of your relationships, presto, leave everything as it was, with an empty space where you once were, which no-one notices, because you’re no longer there, and, so the theory of the conjuring goes, you never were.
Would it be easier to be uncivil, to slam the door on the way out, with an annunciative echo? No, and it would not exercise the weft and the ligament so well.
Besides, everyone is on their own tangenital orbit, anyway. One man’s strophe is another’s catastrophe. We have our entrances, and our exits, whatever the ham in you might say.
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surely it’s “ttfn”, not “goodbye”?
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Posted on 21-Apr-04 at 7:04 pm | Permalink“you say hello, I say goodbye” you can always rely on The Beatles for all lifes answers.
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Posted on 21-Apr-04 at 8:00 pm | Permalinkare you going somewhere?
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Posted on 21-Apr-04 at 8:01 pm | PermalinkYou off then? If so then take care my good man and keep in touch one way or another (electronically, it’s a tiny, teeny world).
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Posted on 21-Apr-04 at 8:03 pm | Permalink‘tangenital’
Excellent.
Even if it’s not what you meant …..
3 days is it now?
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Posted on 21-Apr-04 at 9:05 pm | Permalink