A rebel without a clue.

A good reception. For those it invites. And for those along willy nilly well who can say? I switched between rooms. Walking the fine line. Between all kinds of life. I turn to watch and look to tell. Some how I keep walking the line. Shame shame shame. I can connect the dots but without owning. [Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

Some odd feeling of being swamped and concrete comes over me in the welcome break. It really make me hate. But KFC to waken my appetite and coffee to fill my veins. There is a vapid tastelessness in my cup. Leaving me caffeine charged, last one until morning. Banal hell of muffins, flapjack and coke in cans. At last, very chilled by northern wind, set off for Watford Gap. Oh pathetic happiness on the M1, south. [Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

On the m1 with our car sped by Those in a sub lane sub continent Families of gold nosed and studded Hitting the 30 limit nearing Nottingham While decisions are being made. [Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]