The wit of whimsy and the weight of wisdom, these two forces constantly battle within my aging brain
They are like loggerheaded egotists, forever at odds and evens, squabbling, screaming, arguing, and clashing like daggers.
like the twins they are…
Extremists, born of the same parent, at the same time, in the same delivery room!
It’s hard to believe, and the noise they make!
No wonder I’m so productive when I should be asleep.
2:47 am
February 19, 2026
All that racket of blah blah blah…
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
The wit of whimsy and the weight of wisdom, these two forces constantly battle within my aging brain
They are like loggerheaded egotists, forever at odds and evens, squabbling, screaming, arguing, and clashing like daggers.
like the twins they are…
Extremists, born of the same parent, at the same time, in the same delivery room!
It’s hard to believe, and the noise they make!
No wonder I’m so productive when I should be asleep.
2:47 am
February 19, 2026
All that racket of blah blah blah…
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