There are only two 'identities', kids of folk.....
Be it the Hermannskogel in your back yard
And the proof, the 'data point' is in the musak
In that being all so called musicians are slithering snakes stuck in the grass
and up all night onnit, too
of course none of them ever ever ever could write a decent
higher-elevation song,
Life is pretty nihilistic, nothing, none of them,
when almost the only bearable fake who didn't colonise the genre as they wouldnt know what a hill is FOR
stood in front of his audience of wobblers
But now at last a perfect little poem came at dawn..
or sunrise
(that's confusing i didn't know that the 'fascists' tried to stop the more famous fascist - i mean what the ferks a 'national socialist' when he is at home ?....sounds a bit like a Pandyist [Suzi laughed AGAIN when i told her of my copyright invention and Suzi is fuckhard] ...) .... Anyway
" i am such a Kurt Schuschnigg i only ALLOW two words [from the huge menu of plastic words that actually did cause the plastics and xenobiota to 'flourish' 'abundantly' as the workshops are SO expensive they havent any time to save OUR river all that rushin around to quote the one other Goddess] .... ..'centred and at peace' ... me i always sleep perfectly ....always rise great new thoughts in the head... well not new as its been the same dull neurotic zealotry and fanaticism for decades..... "
I shall forget it now but it was good and if there is any hocus pocus i hope it stuck it in a memo and passed it on
But it may as well be in the form of a post it note made in china with shit glue that falls off like supposedly 'heat distressed' tree leaves which are so badly evolved they wimp out at a few warm days, even the 'Tree Sisters' could figure, if they thought before they spoke...
As poetry did no man nor even their absurd masochistic dogs any good (there being no REAL dogs left as they way they are almost all nagged and neurotically controlled -even at sunrise thistermorn i heard one of them nagging her poor mutt ....top of her voice, and if they had any ACTUAL pukka wolf in them they would have a proper meaty breakfast as the last straw!)
But it was called
Belonging
However is the exact antithesis of the way they all opine for publishers fey apreciation.
Exact opposite.
We didn't sit down by the river ...[Piedra - he the greatest of all fascist nationalist nation of Paulo using half the population only for his fancy hillside getaway having conned them ALL that they must go and 'journey' elsewhere and find some purer more elevated guru-soul in fact i bet that snivelly user was in league with Guardian Soulmates or whatever other platforms were used even by the underclass.... get them to 'click' on and on and on.... as there's always a better guru the other side of the mountain talk about King of the Ponzi schemes..
As was proven 24 years ago when she the first gave me his Prozac-adjacent River book..
we werent to know then, even if i did its bloody obvious... it did more harm than the good it never could do...
As never mind belonging, peace...
Ok we weren't in the centre
But sat IN the river...
Not even bothering to 'debate'..
(and a little later showing them the route their 'infirm' may take " ...." and ... i mean the parents sit with their infant children now with these horrid mirror sunglasses on so even their so called beloved kids can't even see their eyes... !!! and it's not a few it is many of them... well in this awful land at least ...i hope not so much in yours... " )
As only mountain goat babes, know... what 'peace' actually means.
Always.
even debate among three on exactly the same page! is artificial)
And there at last i belonged.
when i have never belonged anywhere.
The original dawn poem was better it may come back...
I guess also its about fast free flowing waters all around us...
And damns are the enemy of that.
and even if always there for most, not me... we really should judge our fathers
(and in a non sexist culture it would be just as much shetoo, the other half)
Only then does the levee break
(even if the tragedy of a shared "tourist English" tongue is truly tragic as even the finest mountain babes couldnt get the possible giggles in " i know where there are a couple of other rather lovely beavers, who spend their day naval gazing midriver ...just up there...")
