2 weeks ago i planned this as my Christmas treat
today:" give up..... go West very west.... dont Be even a bit of a martyr, not that i ever am...run as far as i can
the cage fashioned of wire they all garrotted themselves with - knowing what must Be
via rubbish dull fake
even if seductive-clever Eckhartistic
sadistic nonsense
that fails to ever 'work'
all fine in theorey
but real people
in real life
dont work to theorey
And as a nett result, their wood just rots away - no one consistent and dependable, allied as fixer, which means 'no matter what', to communaly, actually, fix it....always.
When, today the perfect drying day, i just think of wood - shedroofs or bits rot of a bottom, that needs drying out and fixing
story of my dull boring last decade, and more
page bloody two of my as yet unopened Christmas gift to self
Except... the real gift that keeps on birdshitting, is earlier.... when that one shows again her true colours
If she can never be dependable and cannot take a little reminder of what shetoo has a year now nodded her head at, down the phone.
Forget,
but remember... a slammed down phone is bizarrely a form of 'energy' , too... and it always works for me I discovered.
Fait accompli, decision made, is only a new start.
