the opposite of fraught
Nearing the end of sub Odyssey
second year
I have such absurdist Jean Paulist jolly good fun.
(in a land where "satire"... may as Welby, talkin' into your own bum)
In a truly self immolatin' life-affirmin' way
I kindof like it, here.
(only due the fact i have 3 1/2 splendid convertines...
none of whom EVER whines
" ohh poor pity me,
my peri men-ohh woe is we")
And we do sort of DO
what needs to be DONE
even if in first rather scrappy draft
But that's the real 'art':
despite them.
Being as i knew years ago:
pretend-o-therapy: you're in a twenty year odyssey
and....
Well, the and is the biggest hardest word to define.
Now it's really kairos time.
They hang, a bit, on my every word.
As long as it's repeated,
ad nauseum
" you don't half go on, man"
(realising a few months ago how 'politics' really is merely repeating the same ole lines
time after time, to the same people - "ugly" if one must ..be as ignorant and rude as Meghan DAum
about poor childman Sam BAnkman Fried...
"politics is showbiz for ugly peeps" such a hackneyed
Siurfers Against Sewerage
effluent fluent
non phrase as if you study their king Charles
Eisentsein act.
You realise just how BAFTA actory
is his whole heroin in their arm, tract.
I believe it makes you rather dozey.
Just like ...
NOTE TO SELF! XXX insert here
pictures of "community" centre gatherations
using 'SOMA' as keyword for their cacasita 'celebrations'.
The Tragedy of The Commons
i could have SWORN was one of the original Eisentein books
him a mere Johnny-come-lately in this hall of mirrored sunglassed crooks.
Not him in fact, Gladwell i could have sworn.
But I'm not perfect memorising what created the false dawn.
(so will Suzy admit: " damit... the last few months havent quite....
manifested all that powerful new economic boost...
[ even number one 'bird'
' she's seen the HATE there now i have heard'
the only one EVER I allowed to
steal my birthdata ...and screwdriver
back into my eye.. rather than find a purposeful use
for the astrological noose
around even Suzy's slightly more literary neck
... 'luv, you got all that loot yet your charts promised?
... nope, ready to grow up yet ?.. friggin 'eck...
nope...she'll just be pissed
another suerb example of THE hardest language in the world
why any finest 'bird' needs help, to Bee herd...]
... pride of course means
you can't even admit to me...
no change in your means
despite your 'for SURE!' astrology"
why am i warblin' on?
Merely because i can.
Despite every single one of them...
Now I reached the 100% for sure journey's end
Never even wobblin' around, any blind bend
I could..... reverse,
seems the best way of avertin' the hearse...
Near end of year two,
back to her somehow...
A year going back...
wards of court, all mine real preshusses
in tow...
tally ho,
Lets ... make the anti-road movie
on the way back
Except this time
I know how to reuse, repurpose, and monetise
every so called
eco-aware, "community" (grant paid for)
desrted and wasted
wow 85 million views i discovered them and real actual "human" dancin'
when the stupid English 'musos' still were debatin' whether
golly gosh whats THAT... i thought i had seen all the shit versions...
i shall have to ponder the shamanic double entendricity of takin' the piss out of
about the greatest song in history
..anyway yes Rory or
... hahhh hahhh.... Rory or Justin....
what an entree...
both had talent.... only one learned to let go
of his own jerk-chicken little state and
find the actual stairway..... all the way there...
And ...in the only decent Road Trip to ever soon hit the silver (linin') screens
About a week ago one mornin'
Only Rory's perfect let go all the way til the wheels fall off and burn
number came true in ... the best atch
most poetical and 'romantic' ....of 'em all....
Anyway... back to the future: we....could go backwards?
hmmm....
