Idle hands are the devil's playthings
The devil's playthings, the devil's playthings
Idle hands are the devil's playthings
The devil lives deep down
Deep down
popayan. It's where I am and not fo the first time. maybe or maybe not the last time. Only time can tell. And as I sit looking out on a hot sunstreaked street with thunder rumbling distant and pilgrims pilgrimming in this holy of holy weeks. A dull occasion, but more lively place than before. the parades are to be avoided. long and very slow and without event of note.
I am with Maria-Ines lots of the time. It's a pleasant way to pass the time. We have fun and laugh.
I have a room in which to sleep with toilet hot shower telly and bed. A drug dealer as landlord so no problems there.
All is fine. Colombian is fine. Weather normally fine if not raining. And fine is fina and I am too!
And the rest is for the ears and the eyes. the haze that illumes me. the catastrophy I can be, the envelope of an embittered soul that gloats and glares at the things of the past that still wreak a torture on a still unfound heart. A witch hunt. A lot of lady a lot of boy a lot of living has passed and may pass on more.
I cannot return I cannot go backways. I will endure the frost the bite the blast. and on this day I will remain ..
I am confounding perils and fattening the cat the goose the babe on the loose I am sinful and I am sincere. Iam all the little things people wish would disappear. I am remaining I am the remnants I am the resurection. I am just an erection
Lots of love
..ed x
