The... even if the best time is that wintering-the-fuck ..
around
05.15 and drifting back....
thisterone: " wow those gibbers... even if the first was exactly twenty years ago about thistime
of year....
' uhhh i just cant do it any more... we kindof like to come and meet yer ferrits mine three and your'n.... but you'll have to come to mine.... [ horrid little Lowland pad, noise of the invaders just over horizon, and proof pollytunnels make you mad]..."
Even if thirty years ...
the thing is what they steal these Southern lasses raised on the sharp edges of suburban Paperchase
packs of control, their desk then the suburbs then the world...
but never mine territory
Thirtyyears ago just do the JOB
Living in the coldest dampest very Olde Shoppe
Brilley
Rich landowners and his, overtly ...Christian... agent
Never mind a few years later: " ohh didnt you know...
'ohh how lovely a child to be born in our parish, [radiant smile]' Segrot's
tennant policy: up the duff, and a notice 21 later, off you go.."
But that's another story
The only one that matters is the footings of thewall, no damp course, several years on, the first job, no consultation no remuneration
just DO it yourself....
A whole week of pick axein' and tough ground diigin.
No fuss no liability no asking no self pity
Righty ho but twenty years
Twas that whole class, her a 'journalist' fiddlin' with her Paperchase
then polly, tunneling around the world on her internet dates
funny that, three kids back home
But because your guru is Rudolph Steiner
" well in my last life, i was a humming bird, and the next i might get to be a gadfly..[ even iof they only ever assume and aesthetically design, butter...fly"
off they fly just cos the winter is being winter.
At our glorious just at the snowline
But all gibbers - or charmy time wasters absolutely NO idea who they are...all the same, as they spread in like an oil slick over their previous suburban pile of Paperchase ... neatly folding the world into their English private schoolgirl, very very flat land as folding compresses, reality....
into nothing but sterility
As paper needs to be damp randomly creased and mouldy diseased...to be alive
Ahhh oui un artiste !!!
sur mon playliste
(for the smoking poetess yestereve..)
The meaning of success, and winning infact the battle and war...
The very first of the new phase of mad ones well she wasnt...
That first glorious winter we would natter and she even got mine humour, " get on yer broomstick now babe.... its only ten mins from your Laurie's Slad... and the very idea of Serfina makes any dad worth his name a very hard lad....."
But i could not even remember her name
And i never admit failed memory
But then you realise why,
and what gettin one over onem
is
As they say time speeds up getting middle aged
well, when your absolutely non-life is so so full of endless people pleasing bullshit and every word you love
as Siren song one eyed monstresss
bonkers Odyssic poetry
Even the one nine months back
It really is a whole good as decade... feels like so rediculously much has been
between then and now....
it.....you....stretch time and feels like almost forever
all you want.
Bet you aint got it.
No workshops available..... only the work of you, can MAKE-DO
