Thursday, 30 October 2025

now.... The bloody bleedin' sequence...

 zen-mindful actual living in the NOW

is all my life i keep very accurate notepads

nope not their desperate need for ADHD

 tickets(to what?!?   there's no cash left that was all spent on rainboygirl lanyards

or uniforms for the Nutzi trust trust me) 


Being on the same SIMPLE pathway...twenty years maybe twenty three

i know what metafizzies are - merely a demand to tell "them" stories

for the next gen down, yess, zee

but the true ones not shamaniac fantasy


yes mindful centredness peace and harmony

is knowing a few years back nope no time any more

to keep notes about sequenced chronicles, for  Proustian speedy stuff

or Youtube tv


so, let go'!

no longer fret....

.. maybe i will recall it all

maybe  not, or not yet...


TRUST indeed.. Proust on speed even if puritanically mind altering drug free

Even lastereve i was considerin' a celebratory once a year pint

Nope..i have my loyalty 

a perefectly clear mind, today at half past three

(better signal for bigjobs then)

But time now to get back to only the pen

between thrust of HER sword...

The one true "warrior" ...wants to get, "them"


And i already know it's going to work...

Her mumtoo rejected her.

As good as chucked her as a baby in the bin...

But she rose above it....  what a ferkin up-yer-bum:

"you're kiddin! same awful self pityin' name as mine..."


I think....we are on exactly the same page

And what a sexy one .. ten years tounger than your so called age!


Which only comes from one tyhing....no not yogic mindful centred zen

Her wish to kindof get even with "them"


But ohh woe is me... the birds, and the one bee

left... SHARED 'CAUSE' shared oppression, shared knowin' who is to blame



 ten days ago
BUT SEE BELOW*


...exactly, as if mainlined into her, from me

Is paradise, rather than the rotten seasalt spattered art by her needy sea.


 There is only one perfect way to be:

shared purpose, yes to save each and every bee.


That will never be traceable, back to her guru, 

little ole me



note to self taken at THE SOURCE 5 days ago...

rememberance of things future: no hope

when she's so rude... 

but then she brought me here unbeknownst to me

Now, today and all three years ago, unknown, then... tee hee




righty ho now.... this ubiquitous not-lingua Franca, 
but stealing ALL the words
for PR or as a lonely wanker
 



How to be however ever immune
The greatest dramatic culture ever:
for the love of a goodun' .. youngstress, Doone.



Right that really is the end 
Even if a few days ago to go with the big fat vid one before last
But i can't remember what written
or why, not reread i have to jot so fast

  


BUt don't need to, as its all the dull same

precious ... 

lot that ruined the great game

Never mind most of the landtoo..

no more two-per-woodburner

London financialised and monoculturally raped

"them" "birds",  once habitat

As to thrive on the land - sallscale

Always takes at least two...

(no matter what)



Anyway i have all the sequence in my head.... back to MArch next, thats after about ten more like this ...all only for 'Agent Zed'

ohh yes that impossible fix next too

That one to temporarily legalise me and you

(i know she wont be able to keep out her nose.... 

and realised by now, not "love" 

just wasting time... between thornBush  in that land of The Rose...)

 




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