New age gravy

The silent voice of an angel over in Jan’s slipper factory was manning the slave pumps of the ego death where the existential question was grappling with another wireless deep-mind singularity conspiracy and was holding its own for the moment.

None of this mattered that much to the old soul trying to make amends for all the past transgressions until a perfect turn of phrase came along to move another mountain, but upon seeing what was waiting for it turned around and skulked away to leave the old soul none the wiser.

I just carried on whistling Simon's hits of the wonderment that said:

The new age gravy is almost here

And then Sally bit his shoe

And face-book went ape-ship about that

Now it's almost time to light up

So throw me another spanner for the works

And make this thing a ding on the senses.

I think I'm beginning to see the big picture now

The perpendicular wall in the way

Maybe more people should know this

That if the crazy don't get you

The government will

So turn on a dime

And walk past it

And if you have any sense

You’ll know

The infallibility of hindsight

Was never so tall

As the rain that washes it all away

So lend me this

Again so wondrous

That I'm pleased to be here

Thank you very much

And if there's anything left over

Then let it be said…

And if not

Maybe we can talk after midnight

And hold hands under the moon

But if not

Then I shall light up later

After the graveyard shift

Has gone to sleep

And I am not so forsaken...

But, whatever, the show will begin in 4 minutes

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