That just popped into my head now.  I had to do a search to find it.  The relevance and context within the email. *shakes head in disbelief*

What was my “Reverse Midas Touch?” Everything I touch turned to shit.  But when I read it, when I wrote it? Sorry, I’m a bit too stunned.  Not so much because the damn phrase popped into my head in the first place.  “Shit” happens.  When I read the words surrounding it in the email? It’s a good thing I’m typing because I sure as hell ain’t capable of talking right now!

Time is endless.  So are the Earworms these days.  I need to change my CD.  How’s about, “Lenny Breau with Dave Young, Live at Bourbon St.”  We’ll see.  Instrumental.  No words, just like me (at least to be heard.)

Those words surrounding it.  Said to me.  Never said again.  I became an African Grey.  Where are my wings?

Time is endless.  There is no need to fly right now.

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