So, with a few ( ' posts ' - according to the only two fairly good minds i have ' followed' the last year - grown up writers, Meg 'n Sarah.... who have a great line or two every week in genuine legpull cheeky offense, that is in fact criminal as it is overtly hatecrimeish between those two great, real friends.... they say all ' news' articles even in ' mainstream' media are by gen z or x or whatever anyone under 50ish is called, are just called 'posts')
... probably half a dozen posts ( even if i hate the word and in fact it is about the only hate i have had in me ever) begun over the last month and not yet 'finished'.
But, also add in a new wave of waffle, and imagery, clearly I entered a ' new era' some time ago...even if only I have shared it with only myself...
But a few weeks ago, or maybe month... " nahhh... now i have had superb quiet space - which is materialist fact but also figurative mental place... that day, was in fact the moment, 23 July 2004.... a kind of a seige, a sort of Trojan Nag... and rather a lot of concomitant roaming wastelands dodging cylops .... but anyway if a ' pattern' began on one exact day, that was it...
And it wouldnt surprise me at all if she had died some years ago....
ahhaaa, right way for a change - the adhdistes of bigtech after yet another ' upgrade' maybevhave fixed that one, ten years on...
Having so ultra SIMPLified, it's daft...
One's bed must be rebuilt....
As duel purpose - a nice stable base for the very few items i need access to...
( all writing in UK seems to be tantamount to demanding an actual duel, so i play with words in spelling... not that anyone else seems zenned, secure, happy, unstressed, free, mindful, spiritual, enough to also just be able to gently play with words...[ except them 2 weeks ago... ohh my they were such a dream]...)
Balance, well yes and no...
To be continued...
Now.... so hard to yet describe- wistfully, philosophically, until i makebone smallest change to my life, but... the 'Kushner Principle'
golly gosh the last few weeks....
it seems to be in overdrive.
( to be continued, back into explanatory audio essays)
Out of which at dawn i with one movement of the hand, noze ...
As i so much prefer to see the sun rise
0605 but i want one more sun coming out of the sea here...before i move... maybe tomorrow
Funny thing is, it may not look it, but 3 years road testing i can honestly say THE comfiest sleeping place, by far i haver ever had....
Awake every dawn no cares, excep....For quite a few weeks, just to methodically go through absolutely everything and... fix or maintain it.
Almost everything these days being so cheap and nasty, unless you " bolster" ... in other words, think....ahead...
As i know how to bolster.... but one needs total peace of mind, always, to leap ahead back into fix...it all. Always
( joints looking weak and soon to break)
Now, old Homer...i guess this was the ' blueprint' set 2500 odd years ago: the wish to say something profound...
But profound is only in the moment; in time not seeming that profound at all...
Unless one weaves a fairly good fable, and it is quite extraordinary jow hyped this one was, i ' borrowed' last July from a church-library..
( hahhh hahhh ultimate fashion model walking to the cliff, here, middle of nowhere, all ultra chic, is...)
