Just say yes, no, maybe or naybe.

This new and throughly popular word “Naybe” has caught the imagination of three and a half generations.

Even with the usage fee of 0.0253 cents per use occurrence, nobody complains about its value.

In fact “Naybe” has been voted Word of the Century.

One thing is that we are not quite sure what it means.

Trailing.

Before that there was that, and now there is this.

Hardly arrived and we forgot to realize we are there, then when we left we had already arrived at the next place, never to see it.

Now. Now. How we love things.

How we love.

Share the room with a vendor of dreaming pirates.

Little did the captain know his ration of rum was increased and he was about to become a civil servant, yep, a government employee.

Is this when “things changed”?

We are all in the bar at the penthouse plaza club, just enjoying the views.

We’ve improved the response times and waiting is a thing of the past.

You do not deserve the wait, the traffic, the fumes, the fog.

Enjoy a log instead.

Always offering more quality and tenderness than a softened platinum juggler.

Happy to meet and greet.

Hardly a fancy notion included.

Simple things, fast slivers of cornered light and a single sandal.

As the mauve moon moves us, so the planet congregates for moves meandering between creases of thought.

Delayed by nothing and speeded up by lace notes and spiralling incense messages, we are congruent and conclusive in our newness.

Where oh where is the detective!? In the shadows of brightness perhaps.