Peculiar indeed! This is not to say that the general consensus of the unbeknown is never peculiar you understand. Don’t get me wrong perhaps we may all "shit out the same end" but surely this conclusion proves otherwise! And so, as per usual, i will glance to the tick tocking that seems to almost suspend itself at my glance. My legs stand with the aid of black coffee and my mind with a swift straight. someday i will escape the strong hold of this pissy raincloud and will never have to look at the plastic smiles of these insolent fools again. Until that day though i will again walk home with a pace, pondering the stream of intolerant notions that is simply another day.

Pleasures do come with various faces though and on a seldom stroll, of which was blissfully painted by the sun, I stumbled across an old friend. I have often considered that you can tell a lot about a man from the shape of his head and what i concluded on this particular encounter was that my old friend was in fact a troubled man. of course his cranium hadn’t changed much since out last greeting but my philosophy on head profile psychology hadn’t yet been realised at that time. Never the less as he approached, blackened eye and stubbled chin, i decided not to mention my analysis.

In truth My old friend turned out to be quite the troubled man indeed. Turns out that he was not only a mentholated spirit, this i had already understood, but had lost his home too. But this idiom, intriguing as it was, did not shed the same picturesque light of my foreground onto my existence as a whole. no it did not. What i actually felt was a great sense of sadness for the drunken bum. Peculiar indeed! 

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