Somewhere to play.

Exit imagination, enter reality.

Listened to an interview on the radio a while back - a writer of some success here in South Africa, spoke on his writing.

Of all things, he writes 'teen-books'; consider - he is well over fifty.
Nothing too strange about it, as he was there once, even if it was a while ago.

He recalls, he was in the world of letters, yet had no aspirations of writing, till he hit the 'nifty fifties'.
Now he turns out a mean volume, with a fair monotony, and is selling well.

Ye of little faith, things do happen - even if it is only read about, or heard on the radio, and even on the tv.
As the goat did, keep on butting, it may just happen ~

I prefer not to use filthy language, swear, curse, utter profanity, or soil my mouth with obscenities.

Every now and then, something happens, where a rather all encompassing 'DAM' slips out.

The time is here, it is here everyday.
My happy-balloon went boom, when it was pricked by a massive needle of real life event.

The water to the farm was cut off. There is no water for the animals to drink.
How ? - some may ask.
Water is supplied because the water to these farms were polluted years ago.

They make movies out of such - maybe I might even get a story for myself.

By the way - this is 'poo-brown !