... 'cause continuation dots are overrated ...

"now and again it seems worse than it is / but mostly the view is accurate", as one of the highlights of a given compilation said... and still says, for that matter, for the said compilation has been on the prestigious bay 1 of my car's stereo CD player for longer that it'd have been healthy, and would, incidentally but seriously, be in need of a worthy successor, if only its self-proclaimed uncool music-savvy creator thought about it before going down under... but that's not the (main) point of today's musings of mine, nor the (main) point of last night's heavy drinking, 'cause no matter what or where, indeed I seem to always be bound to "beat on", much a' la Gatsby, whether we speak of dangerously mixing the most unlikely drinks or of sending even more unlikely sms-es to those same oh-so-cute recipients during one of those regrettable moments of clarity which for some reason so frequently happen as you look at your drunk self in the mirror of a questionable pub's loo! one would only wish to have got the number wrong from memory, but I truly suspect this is not the case. and as I had the chance to muse some time ago with the aforementioned compilation's compiler, I'm struck by the blindingly obvious nature of the answer to that good old question ... "is this really it? of course it is, fella, there's nothing more to it, what were u thinking?" ... giornate che non hanno nemmeno la forza di essere cupe-cupe, "qui nel club di chi ammira il cielo" ...