and i have the stories and imagery but i guess this will never be quite the medium
but i don't care ...who knows..maybe thats Up To You
oops ive lost track of whats here and what not, lots more to do soon
the very funniest other day
(from below)
the day we rehomed Bash
A very very totally black rabbit raised by a very very central Steiner big cheese mum so central clique cult, and didnt i have to know it
But at her nipper home they couldnt handle Bash
I wonder if she told her 'supervisor'
(A psychotherapist supervisor is an experienced professional who provides mandatory clinical guidance, ethical oversight, and support to counselors and therapists to ensure client safety, competence, and professional development)
when she went and set herself loose on humanity as psychotherapist
that their house bunny was so well balanced and had done the right 'work that the moment it was put in a pen with our Hazel
it literally tore its stomach out immediately in a murderous frenzy
which still makes me laugh, ironically, as in Londoners.... gosh poor things
can't even manage to maintain a dose of placid bunny
Now..if i were a filmmaker, the problem
being the 'problem' became the filmmakers
This would be a scene in something alike The Last pictureshow
2009 just when the small festivals of The Marches were being colonised by the kind who only wanted to be filmmakers
or run festivals or be musicians or anything they learned in their Southern media studies or sociology or anything except how to actually look a child in the eye; when you are paid to be there to do exactly that.
When 'community' and caring became merely workshopping
at a weekend off shopping.
For soundbowls and tarot packs and all sorts of 'spirituality'.
But i shall come to that another day
