Oggle "best song about the odyssey" and this version of Pocahuntis or is it the Lion King comes up - which is even worse for an unborn foetus than your Eastendersitis.... ... and IT, even tells you why...
... Now, tisn't really my chosen vibe to use that now default worst word ever even than Lion Kingery....
when in the year of the LION was eaten alive by real life and god (ohh my god what i saw at the altar thisteraft theres no hope.... a supposed hippie man must gesticulate too even if the pantry was bare as his chest..)....
gave us at least a half bouncy song with which to bounce out in that more than best year ever equal only with that sweltering 76 when Margret knew....who was reading his Gerald in the long grass by hers...as she got down to her underwear.... .. half hid.... and she knew, someone knew, the schedule of when....she also put out her knicks and tights to blow in the balmy breeze....and set forth this, insanity thats stayed for life when it comes to hot weather and what its really FOR...as lovely MArgret knew so full well.....
as do all country boys with nothing else to do....
and she let me...be a boy...'growing' up
(her husband stolen some years on by the vilest hag ever the once Mrs Lennon babe who spent the rest of her life attempting to coin it in after a mere couple of years likely being lied to and cheated on... too....)
and now thisterone...
So whether or not its exactly at the root of all story ...
yes back to 2020 the year of only solar energy for 100 unbroken days from mid march that glorious year of making more new friends sort of than in the last twenty years put together....as they had TIME to stop and talk, real things...in real desrted lanes ....nothing else to hurry around and DO
Yes...anti madness strategies....well i know one that 'works' which long ago i only partly adopted some of the time because never mind trusting no so called doctor of anything especially your mental health...or Vudu sales operation selling the most special supplements and all that theyre ALL hooked on... that arent called supplements but gojii berries - the special ones that only grown on the port side of Bransons yacht parked in ST Barths... ...oops hes been deplatformed too... due associations...
or even drinking your own gojii berry flavoured piss as the key to eternal yoof..
which never works
(why they never DO anything to work on saving the watercourses as the money required to live such a ridiculously unhealed life that way means theyve that ultimate excuse.... )
pretend.... its all just an Odyssey... and sometimes (not trusting even myself therein lies sanity even if it does work long ago i knew) ...well just see every day and every character as someone out of that particular not brilliant book...
and its the motion to get from one dull fake Cyclops to the next.. thats the real cure to all maladies..
It does work....
And i have had my official 'narators' i have told them to their faces firstly didgy chret Greg and then Suzi took over the role , or was told thats who she was - in other words not a player nor anyone who does anything, just another people pleaser who...
well she does bear a kind of 'witness' - i tell her all in my story telling sessions every few weeks...
and.. the toughest old boot of them all a Surrey born Sargeant Majors self confessed very very princessy only child...
THE hardest creature on the planet to make laugh...
i do every time, a lot....
which is NOT me... its called work to attempt to get her to pull her fuckin finger out and do what SHE has said for 5+ years SHE intends to do...also make good culture on all of your madness...and she has cash and contacts...
but SM sired Surrey lasses....dont know how to
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Anyway Odyssean transfer therapy works and is quite good fun when sometimes i decide to let go back into that mindset...
Not that i need therapy or ever did the hills do that for you...
Bit quite seriously..
There is so much quite interesting recentish sort of work on the mind (none of which can ever go all the way as to quote the hilarious farmer i was riffing with today and his pukka funny rude irreverent wife lost with him in their genuinely old genuinely NECESSARY old landrover... " all the gear no idea.." after we extemporise half an hpour on " god round here they want to see your chainsaw certificate just to weed their garden which is what gardening ..is.."
I was very ioimpressed " all that safety gear and training entirely fails..."
" yes i was born with one in my mouth but far prefer a nice quit manual bowasaw but yes alone in the hills so many years no one to heal you if you accidently cut off your own leg theyre all run away to be closer to healers and..HArveys Knicks... you this learn to dance the true Zorba dance of every footfall must be precise and you must be spatially aware - eyes back of head or a memory of all obstacles noticed in the first quick scan.... of the twig behind that you may step on and it may twang into your eye thus dropping said blade onto a foot...or where a wasps nest could be hiding of even her hornets......and i never wear anything to work in the summer it only interferes wiith that solo human dance rhythm pure body human against the fallen trees...to stay safe and alive ...whatever..."
Anyway i wish i knew - theyre all too sulky ever to actually engage, or have the manners to answer genuine polite questioning about their culture and not what Eckheart says matters.... if the Former Sovs had the tradition of the road-trip song...
As 'home' and 'belonging' are absurdities ...
As is calling onesself a 'nomad' even if none are in the SW as they all fake it when theyve a perfectly ordinary house somewhere but liked the bumper sticker..
And none would understand, that the really best of all 'therapy' that shouldn't be parenthesised as it simply is a mode of existence that you dont want dont seek and are embarrassed even suggesting is your mode via absurdist video clips....
is that living on the cliff edge no parachute and usually a plan so as to just maybe eat the next week...
but you spin off and just one more time do whats the 'right' thing to do if you do it only cos you 'can'... but in fact can't really as there's no way it will work... as nobody has any imagination beyond their fake bumper plastic...
But the funny thing is it does....work.... even when the last thing you should be doing as you have basic survival stuff to do....it does at least 'awaken' you up in that selkie assistance kind of mode...
where they say "were not helping..... you can pretend we may all you like... even if the little secret is THAT is the key to it all, merely.... not having any real idea who is in charge and merely DOing it even if it causes 'suffering' in reality the very opposite happens even if one never admits it to onesself as that doesnt fit in with their coffee table book version of the perfect 'peaceful' existence...REAl peace comes from .. the opposite.... i know its been my gig much of the time from 15 years of also having LOADS of nature resty time... which is what you need to rev up and do stuff that you dont want to do and may not even BE you.... but just the attempting of it guaranteed to fail...is all the 'therapy' and even mediation that we need...
