Sunday, 1 December 2024

well, it's not MY fault

 For having discovered what sleep is for...

That just-enough- for the memory circuits or inner vudu tango dancin' cells and 'connections' reset..

Which is 7 hrs plus


In that it is quite extraordinary how if one wants to 'remember' every  smallest line or gesture or brightest eyes in the universe...in someone's face

By dusk their image can fade from the 'mind's eye'... but doctors orders

dawn every day a new one

And there she is as if standing in front once more, for the second time,   every smallest 'energy' wave in the one truly 'passionate' woman .... ping ponging between us...

Truly live camera action...

The 'memory' circuits having etched her into  the memory plates..

No technology required

Total fidelity.

(Proving my nestpissingin god - also my government  services gateway password,  Thomas Bernhard... right with his early 80s glorious rant against photography, right.... no photo could capture so perfectly for posterity...or ??? one woman who really does go ALL the way.... talk about the big 'fire' inside...)