Chitti Chitti
I got lost going to the mailbox in Boone NC - Nothing in my pockets shortsleeves and shorts . It was early spring and the warmth of the day forsakes a mountain side at sunset even in the craw of summer. Started praying to God with a capital G . First time I had prayed since I was 8 years old. I thought I was an atheist. They say there are no atheist in foxholes, they can add rhododendron tangles to that list....and now for something completely different. ANFSCD
I wonder if the song Chitti Chitti Bang Bang is part of some sort of petrochemical invocation ritual? Sung by a dude ruddy with coal dust.
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