Love…It’s Love. L-O-V-E spelled out. It’s all your Saturday nights and lazy Sunday mornings rolled up into an Arctic Roll of Splendour and Delight, hundreds and thousands and squirty cream. Sounds good doesn’t it? Good enough to eat, Heh?
A Picture can paint a Thousand Words. That is the title of this novel that you are now reading. A-Picture-Can-Paint-A-Thousand-Words spelled out (in words).A Picture Can Paint A Thousand Words. I know. I am repeating myself. It’s a well-known literary device and is wonderfully well received, often. I am repeating myself. R-E-P-Eating myself (spelled out)Well half spelled out anyway. Where was I? Huh? Rep-I-Ti-tion. I was repeating myself, wasn’t I? Where was I?
Love, Love is an arctic Roll of …splendiferous proportions…and dimensions. D-I-M-E-N-S-I-O-N-S (spelled out)Who is listening anyway? Huh? D-I-M-E-n-si-on-n (whoops!) You get the drift. Dimensions, Dimensions, Dimensions. Sounds silly now doesn’t it. It’s funny isn’t it how something can take on absurd proportions and dimensions if you say it often enough isn’t it? But I digress. What are dimensions anyway? Its lines repeated (design), Its lines joined up (maths), Its space and time and dimensions, no 3rd dimension there. D-I-M-E-N-S-I-O-N-S. D-I-M-E-N-S-I-O-N-S. Where was I? Repeating myself (again) Get into the beat, heartbeat. Bum-bum.Bum-bum.Bum-Bum. Dimensions Rap, Rat-A-Tat-Tat! A Machine Gun Rap… Phew! I am not repeating that!