.... yes, that's really all there is.... even if 'tneeds to be wordpicked
apart
in thisterdawn's merguls (that was Suzi's word - never rit online i looked,
fair dinkum even if... god only knows
but then i did see her mum's 'baby book' rit theretoo.....)
Mine - the one who i adopted, and adopted me, was a true Gabriel.... Oak... of a man, of the land. It's impossible to be more "feet grounded right innit"
The ultimate yokel, peasant, even if fifty years on i still often wonder where his beret came from.
But yes a sprog of geologist, or biologist, even if secondodary next phyla down from us - Ralph and I, all day all weathers out on it
often up to or wellie ankles innit
finger tips frozen half the winter digging postholes innit
exactly. dad... or stand in
engaged in this planet the one we wander meander even attempt to understand with science and speculations
As me and mine did all day long with our banter between this post and the next
We are simply of the several real dimensions
The rest especially them, engaged in or even "interested" in the design of their three artificial show-off dimensions
...well... now i know why his 'activism' always grated, fake, elevated
emotion, when deep down he has nothing
other than temporary artificial foundation.
No basis for any so called truly timeless 'art'
As maybe two folk above all almost personify