I think unlike every SW 'painter' displayed he was such a genius he really did ...it
whatever it is
except he wouldnt get, so few do...
what the definition is of "win the war after losing every battle.."
all it is is at last after many years that being like a pure ascetic the ONLY picture i carried in my head the original longish gone.....
having the time and wish. and health and mojo
today... just to look up what her name...is....was
ohh yes....the other 'box'
perhaps the most REAL "human" of all.... from mid 2020... me and him.... pictured a week or so ago as reprise
a year of offense - he started.... the ponly REAL man i ever met
... we get to " blood on your saddle.... "
and it gets paired down a year on to to merely
"buzz"
My only ever sort of maybe equal in 'art' and poetry.....
we alone in our death-duell zone.....
daily dawn
dozens of texts
striving to find the worst of all hurtful words...
("no i WILL NOT USE YOUR N WORD".. but i will dig at you a few days after her death with true hurt " and i bet her last words whispered to you, my son, as she shuffled off her mummy's mortals..... were ' you couldve been ANYthing that you wanted..."
Found ....what poetry is actually for: to create real ...equality of spirit, and indeed ..love
(unless you are a middle aged ex London we-man doing a poetry gig in Pastylandshire .... my my they all looked like Monty Don Eisentsein bearded..... and all their poems were about some illness wrong with them.... 75% did indeed mention prostrate.... one even demANDED YOU HARM YOURSELF BY DEMANDING A TEST! ..... THE AUDIO ABOVE EXPLAINS)
