and if it's not fake love s/he will, first things first, say " turn off your bloody phone or i won't even dignify you by thinking you a mere sheep.... far more a lamb to the slaughter...never mind speak WITH you..."
saudade being a whole afternoon with the horrid thing OFF.
As apart from anything else it wasn't necessary to even be thinking of anyone else, as ..... well....
I don't know what to think. as the other lot do always have the upper hand, but it's so so sweet to be ordered: "calls by prior arrangement"
Every single thing about her made me almost blush... never mind evaluate: so exactly why (i'm only ever interested in universal paradigms
never one-on-one even when cheeky perfection) 'disability'.
Anyway i know nothing except my bleedin' modem-phone has the weirdest ever fault in all of history
And now i got one too, a real disability...
Especially when one encounters one brave and centred enough to know that even some nutjobbiest attempt to say something "outside the box" - NO!
Precisely. That worth saying hasn't moved. Commonest sense, and that straightforward "line"
.. simple, easy, obvious that we all knew in saner times
haven't moved; it's that damn box's fault for jumpin' and bumpin' itself 'outside'
the sane and simple words that haven't changed. Nor moved.
Or at least need a jolly good rejig, as we did.
And i haven't the comedic grin to !!kick!! that box, back in to place
But i met someone who i think can, if anyone can, merely by her cherubic face.
THE END.... no one follows through.
" NEVER.... 😉..."
Until they do.
But define heaven on this earth now: keep the damn thing off until the end of time.
All they cause is endless pain; never mind screw up my never ending rhyme.
