We roam around looking for interest or intrigue - filtering the dullards and the sycophants; the verbal masturbators ..those void of mutuality at least; those who can't flick a wink as they reach crescendo!
And then we grace a topic: sometimes as guerilla, spiteful and scornful or detracted and uncertain; sometimes we throw in a lazy one-liner, munching on a jelly-tot to pass the time.. just until the main meal is cooked.
Eventually we spill out onto the mother-load! We discover a dalliance worthy of our precious cogitation!
My question is, when we get there.. is it merely the addiction with our own ego which we seek to feed? Or better yet, is it the vain fascination with who we want to be with the exclusion of realities weakness?
Once we get there, to the mother-load, once we 'engage' in the folly of verbal tango! Are we only really entering into a soliloquy?
When handed a picture album we only really look for our own image.
As such, are we who knows each other best? A group of random drinkers, all perched at the bar of 'Inconsequential Bullshit'
.. it must be happy-hour.. no need to reply!
