Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took neither. I grabbed my machete and hacked my very own path Because I- I DONT NEED NO STINKIN' ROAD!
two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I turned around and went home. Turned on the radio, live jazz, and with tea, pomegranate-rosehip with a pinch of peppermint, and a corner piece of pineapple-upside-down cake, let out a sigh of satisfaction. A nice walk it had been... nice time of day, too, evening, sunset. For days now dark and stormy, and then suddenly spectacular crepuscular colours a double fucking rainbow. Sigh. What does it all mean? And mull the etymology of diverge...
