All ofem
Nearly?
None of my business i knew young....
Sport, any 'unnatural' forces upon the joints and sinews...of the bod, repetitive..
Will end in tears.
Yestereve, at the ultimate atch, no one - or very few of us seem to know about.
" well they can f the off we have a disabled badge.."
" hahh hahh no what i would do is put up a big big sign ' very very disabled vulnerable post operative bionic woman on board, leave us alone we need to remain safe'... that will fuck them off ..... anyway if they do persist on being Nazis and knocking you up at bedtime they will only say that they need you to remain safe...so dont move on until tomorrowmorn.."
(meanwhile back to thistermorn.... she simply has no idea what a true accolade, privilege hat doffin.... two and a half years.... no one "drifts in on [my] morning sun." through the onboard speakers... that require an a/c source... onboard radio long-gone fruitloop...)
Which proves the 'art' is irrespective of
talk about now knowin'
Yes all that faux spirituality..
But so so muchmore
I understand now in purest Orwellian investigation, unintended...as to 'investigate' you just have to
be
an inside job.
so as i ...
Look down at dawn, as it drifts in with its early morning sun (now just rising at where the sea and land meet )
Thinking to self
" well flipperty gibbet your legs matey are damn good for yerage... "
Sheshowing me hers yesters..
" look at the scars... just had my new titanium knees... we have a Fakebook group, of all us ex professional dancers we meet up sometimes for less extreme dancin'... every single one needs a new knee or two or set of hips by 55... "
(And me tellin my tale laughingly quips 'poetical justice'..)
This moment though
"Now"
