"Смрт је непровјерена гласина" even if it should be innix

I do hope it  - or should i say "them"  (IT CAME BACK!! :-))) ..i only have one chin unlike most here as i am slim from actual artistic thinkin' all the time...no its NOT a "cause" ...)

OR SHOULD I WRITE 'THYME'....

IN league with the Toppite tribe....

++++++++++++++ ahhhahh yet again i rit a bit 

above

a few days ago

 but distracted  

so back to today, and go

 Now....

or the end.

Certainly the end of humanity

so without it's humanisation, and "human"word it looks so more habitable

how come they are still on the desktop, unseen? from my vantage - this dimension, in my case where three still remain in the worst flatlands in history

Righty ho

I don't know about the usual rather abstractist or former sov "dark thoughts" art merely to make cash...

But, talk about the end of a yellow brick road.

And living on.

Indeed bein' enhanced

I sat half the evening in a trance

Looking at the actual woman from the actual real art song 

that's education, too

 

Her i know without seeing her facial imagery, 

that a million odysseys 

wouldn't be enough to do her

justice

with the bishop at lunch (just her and me) the nexteraft

Anyway now that the Nutz has sadly gone a bit

There bein' nuthin' 

lost.

Now this will oops...... 

how can one write 'appear gobbledygook' in a London-on-Sea way for London to see

That they could never entrap me, in nets of soluble nothing

There bing NO art in London, or in fact any Lowlander.

(born ' bred here on this sceptic aisle)

At the checkout of Lidl, i made her smile

" you made me more than smile when i saw one 'human' left looking at her watch"

And the greatest ever chatup to be invited to her party

in history

I couldn't do that two years ago

And could have spent two years just sat looking at her 

And her yellow bucket, which seems to have summed it ALL up

As she seemed to know.

Without us saying it.

As i do believe at last i met an artist

Only one.

In the worst place in the world.... 

And beat her with my "well my religion's say what you mean and mean what you say... so i did come to yer party here at the other worse place in the world.... as i tricked yer into invitin'  me a flusterin' and flatterin' even you... ." 

Right education's all that matters, no not cheeky fun about a lyin' embezzlin'  bitch, witch of their Path to Nirvana via her Mother Thereasin'....

And to morally discuss her dastardly fraud with the Bish from just down the road

Her road

Means there are only two sides no matter what death cult one is drownin' in

And all of drugged out nineteen sixties Yooessay good writers could not have captured that yesterdinner oops lunch,  table in a whole oeuvre of all them great beat poets

couldn't write a 'moment' even in a lifetime of so called work

" here is my addiction, from Amazon.... delivereth.."

" ehh up luv leets have a look i do hope its going to be part of the exorcist treatment ..my ohh my i had no idea how down here they're as common as much .... what reeducation.... even she needs...not one of em can even second sight beyond the end of their noses the snot dribblin down onto their plates.....as they darent ever think of what real  joy n celeberation there is in real truth.....of whom they are for just five minutescos they don't know too busy tryin' to gold mine the latest fad...."