lost in translation

Some things in life are not meant to make sense. The paranormal. Antimatter. Fox News. Life itself.

Correspondence with friends also falls into this category. I present the following exchange as proof.

It may not make sense but a strange poetry is held within…

“Hello Heavenly Master Bhutan Prince,

I’m actually busier than Uzbek cotton picker.  How exciting. if already there, how you been sir?

no sign yet of the mystery package … but I’m positively torrential excitement.

ayaah. I’m so lucky lah. Phooey.

I’m sure there was much interesting and treats around, but nothing is emerging today. Ho hum.

And I have to know that fishing for shrimp Napoleon was the idea, not mine. perhaps no more than fish to recover please ….?

You remain, an aquatic leviathan

I remain, a giant air”

and the response…

“Hello devil duke lover Botswana,

Deserve to be busier than real bottom wiper Buckingham Paclace.

The week has flown and Friday greets us, nuzzling our groins as a puppy Randy search for milk man.

This morning was small and toxic. Like a whore garbage.

I had the essence of it. Something about rummaging bit Napoleon fish.

It remains a sick fish

I remain, A wretched Marlins”

roses from my friends

It is the birthday of one of my best friends on Monday.

Now a lot of people have life-long friends but strictly speaking I was still in utero when we first met.

Growing up and through to adult life we kept ending up roughly in the same place. That run ended though and now a hemisphere and a day of flying separates.

This is simply a tremendous person and someone with one of the biggest hearts I have ever seen in a man. I miss him.

Another of my best friends is going through a tough time right now. A relative newcomer, I have only known him for 20 years. He is only 9 hours or so away by plane.

Just about the single most intelligent person I know and yet somehow simultaneously one of the most foolish. But in his perfectly symmetrical and round head he knows this. An amazing individual.

I couldn’t ask for two better friends and I admire and respect them both very much.

There are myriad tales, some repeatable and some not.

Time was passed. Lives lived. Loves lost and won.

If you really are judged by the company you keep then I should be set-up nicely.

Time and distance may divide but the same sun sets on us all.

The bonds are permanent.

And they can only imagine how much they are loved.