There is only one track:
(wow this one a kairos anti, just when i need it no more.....)
0430 Claudia commeth.... just at the right time.
Now if you had met Claudia....
And ok i know why
Never mind, there's no more womanly woman than one who's womb has been so overused...
Well, if she kept to her page two "look after my garden"
Four's a bit over doin' it
But that's her biz
Between her and her made up 'maker'
Who made up one line rather good:
" let your yea be.."
But i don't chuck away ANYthing that has been touched by the hand of...
Especially if it is the best of all exemplars of how..
How what?
Well, i can't let HER superb words - "ashamed" of her sex, go to waste.
Especially as if a gift from the divine on the didgeridoo...
The real issue cameth in the as usual badly forecasted Londoner weather so neurotically and over eggheading...
I mean i diverted here due their "floods and pestilence all night"
They only know fearful fright.
Thats a point so at The Source day before i saw it in fullest force:
Now i really do understand...
midafternoon and the one decent day.
In a swampy lowerland field off my snoozing track.
Must have been some 'workshop' gathering..
Plotting how to use even bigger nonwords over some ridiculous towny hobby - or 'breath' work...
But watching them trundle in..
I get it now, all they've got to do, is make even a Woodlander place in nowheresville with only sour solo ones around..
I mean ok that one looked catwalk finery
Guardian Colour sup
divine whatevery?
All i know is the mud will spatter
But no, it must be a fashion show, nothing else matters.
However....
As the only wonderful yank in her Mars Room (she won't have understood the subtlety of her observation... " wait... sooner or later their total waterboardin' shaklin' tyranny will be to at least some small advantage..if you sit long enough to wait for it..")
And then there is Tyranny, Rex....won
And their absurd every other word "gratitude" when they wouldn't know how to wait for 'plenitude' to come along and bite you in the bum...
Afterall if it wasn't for the very worst offender ever encountered
(zen being i knew from our first conversation so no vengeful legal repercussions.. even if i could! not payin' wages shook upon - well it's so common the last five years... gibbin' behind their crocodile tears... if she knew just how much REAl farmin' a few months later ... and painting the whole damn path a new shade of...red..)
Now...only because Claudia must have sent them all scurrying and upload is so ridiculously fast and these have been on desktop more than a year ...already used for ONE purpose
But repurpose here
And utterly out of sequence as all is linked but you will never guess how...
(unless you read that lasterlink a few days back...but even then, you will have to think, what on earth next. And will never guess) )
Nor would... well....
But to cap it all, The Source... such a happy perfect places as long as you just stay in your own absolutely perfect zone
And now'n again when the land is really working with you
For simple good
almost as if their faeries are winkin' 
Except they don't.
Only ....
well that's absolutely not of 'now' in that it's how one got to 'now'....the now, of then. A year ago.
But a little bit of fiery magic... I was actually thinking will i ever randomly bump into her again?
And a few minutes later thank god i didn't.
As if by their lucky escape serendipity. The stars all aligned in perfect harmony.
Anyway hmm a new line merely on the past came at dawn...
The best, in neither (her - thats nearly twenty years ago) Rumi.... and to think she left me with one of his verses, nor even any real writer Ma Elliot, i don't recall.
"they all think their lies are some pinnacle of newer age of all conquering rightful new dominant philosophy...
when in fact they're all just as ultimately shabby"
Especially uttered from the newage throne of matching designer mutts
All that matters is .. i never thought i would be dancin' in the woods, man-dancin' body in perfect harmony...
Maybe best jobsong,
From the days when boys EARNED their right to rather overdo their hair
Mister Scott if memory serves, halfway yank
and his harmony hairspray .....
earned it by the right to also brush off the inevitable laughs
But there you are up in their (undewhelming) hills...
Very very mutton, dressed as....something else
(i noticed the other day)
The cost of all that special hairspray designed for the ....elderly
Ultimately
(well if you knew America today its more than laughable the way that the almost corpses
put pictures on their profiles....
from the last century)
All this extra cost
costs so so much...
especially any helpmeet solidarity
keeping to the deal, "time bank"
mutual benefit..... and all that actually necessary wank
just to keep small scale farming
(always eco-best) ... running just a tad, productively.
(ooh must find note to self young farmer spokestwat blaming it all on taxes and corporations...input costs and other concatenations
but couldn't even think what his own intro words meant
"most farming still is subsistence, small 'family'..."
which means only one thing: ehh....
to be cont
(thats the one thing.. sulking lying welshing on the mutual benefit in a deal-deal... never any continuity)
