ohh god i love my mad moronic creativity i didknee plan to write that but its perfect
i have no time just usin' laptop as banana buttie plate
open it up and one last ditty, im late
when you SEE context....
its perfect the best ever pun-net
upon which to entrap and ...chuck out at sea and drown em for good
their own
So yes a very stupid old batman...said " i gettin old i cant be creative any more.."
about 55 not much more
me i only just started, even if about fifteen year ago the first sniff
it may have "changed" my previous writin so curatedly and caretaken, stiff
yes so...
how can the younguns sometimes get it so perfect
must be 'elp from them pixies
i mean every single perfect nuance of the greatest ever emotionally enhanced
you dont need any bongo bongos or made up 'shamaniac' dance
every single vibration
just perfectly
now
exactly as every smallest word thats uttered from this bonkers herd
so perfectly nuancicated in the drollest drawl thats could never be beat
even him into the big con, "the cutting edge" deluxe version has a 2 second piano bit at the end not on the lp ... con con conner...
i guess it dont matter if you managed to actually see the future with every lacuna between every pause that sums every single one of em up...
so we need a better version methinks
as only older peeps have creativityPLUS
one day now i know i can..... despite moanin' old men who didn't know what their own "forever young" means.. merely that middle aged you pass it on.... via Rimbaud or even a bit of Montaigne+
its always been the same you just have to stay alive even if poor young Rimbers didnt manage...
long enough to get the smile fully into the drawlin nuance..
thisterspring the best ever in life for just that: now i know i can...
turn every smallest sleight or screwdriven eye....into merely a wink in the greatest frenzied nonsense dance there ever was....
into purest motionless ...stillness, and balance
one day
Thing is her eyes...well she's from the bloody bright-eyed mountains even if of of ultramulticultural city... surely she can see through the sawmpmeat-fed..up, load of sadness . suicide[sic]..... and smelly diseased lowland hoofrot all around...
which slows down the dance you need to nimble babe it around them highup meadows and crags
(hmm interesting... planning day)
