Dark Side of the Horse by Samson for November 30, 2024

Turn around, Horace; you’re beside yourself.

Lots of us talk to ourselves, horsie.

You lost me…

… but when I got to the other side of the street, there I was… AGAIN!

Horace has a doppelgänger !

21st century schizoid Horace

Me always talks to meself. And thems is both crazy.

a psychiatrist would have a field day with Horace…

I often talk to myself. It’s a sure way to have an intelligent conversation.

Horace, suggest you just hit “Hide all Ccmments” today…!

Let’s talk about me.

Do I love myself? I like myself, but really we’re just Facebook friends. We don’t have that much in common.

I grew up in the 1960s and -70s, when the idea of finding oneself was a fad. My parents had two very different answers to that idea.

My mom said it wasn’t about finding yourself; it was about finding out who God had created you to be. My dad, on the other hand, said “Find yourself? Easy! Go look in a mirror. There you are!”

Met a chicken coming the other way. :)

~ Ooh, I’ve been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run Took the hand of a preacher man And we made love in the sun But I ran out of places and friendly faces Because I had to be free I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me… ~