No, don't allow it.
Even if the wind of
Stifling systems blow through
Don't let it.

The world's our stage
My stage, and yours.
Rush not, for there is expanse,
For you and I.
You create yours, and I,
Mine.
With patience, I'll be my
Director, and you,
Yours.

Don't let it.
Don't let them.
Don't let anything take you
Away from the blossoming expanse
That is a gift to you.

Amen.

Uncle T

Oh Well, if that's the way its meant to be 9:35 pm

After looking forward to this opportunity, it has fallen six feet under through the rabbit hole; I'm down with a wicked throat that only allows me to make unintelligible grunts. So much for Chicago's auditions. Wonder if they have a role for a toad. I would ace that perfectly.

Oh well. If that's the way the autumn blooms begin for me, so be it. There is hardly much I can do but go for the unaudtioned chorus for Chicago; and hope I'm well by next Sunday for Copacobana's next week.

On to happier notes, and forget the glitches. Queen is providing excellent motivation from my speakers: "We are the champions...No time for losers". How apt. No blurdy time for the loser with no voice.

Last evening, some Sporean year-ones headed over to Mok-Richard-Jasmin's house warming at Hearsall Common, just beyond campus grounds. We had roasted duck, seasame chicken and chicken rice!!!! My gosh! In part imported from Burmingham and in part due to Richard's culinary expertise.

Sometimes you get real nasty luck.

"Mister Cellophane,
SHould have been my name..."
"Cause you can see right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I am there"


Uncle T