NormWork things out
Rest assured that rest is assured even when the rest would have you believe that the rest is silence except that the chattering mind is never quiet even in rest. Now, I'm not one to go blowing smoke up your arseholes but, in this day and age where else is one to go exhaling but up a virtual arsehole. Virtually every arsehole that has ever drawn breath has blown a lot of hot air. Not to say that the odd tapered waste dispenser hasn't actually delivered more than a little crap. A little crap has come and gone and will continue to do so in age old fashion. Work is just so much effort and it doesn't seem to go unnoticed in this day and age. Arseholes have grown smaller in number as we, the human race, have progressed to out current state of enlightened being. By the time this post is posted I'll be hard at work somewhere, wherever that may be. Wherever it may be that my work takes me, I'll always rest. For the remaining periods, I'm sure, that I'll be playing a little tune on my portable piano to the delight of all. I love nothing more than belting out a little number or eighty from the keys of my portable pianola. Work it out for yourselves but all I'll say on any matter is that work and rest: opposite. But I can't be too sure myself as I definitely favour one more than the other.
