keep the truth coming out surround yourself bathe in the truth constant refreshing always walking in a world of truth like sunshine moonshine light filling the darkness
over the years things change the market drives the parts more expensive while the materials become cheaper so you are paying more for less so there is a greater profit margin where is that all going paying out dividends to investors who reinvests eventually the bottom falls out when no one is buying a rubbish product
it simply translates as pine let us work with the softwood properties and go from there we need to look well over the calculable means of carrying weight let us do the calculations and then build a completely independent structure at least we have used our brains exercised the abstract problem solving muscle
still standing at the window looking at the pine tipped over in the last storm slowly making its way toward the sun upright is a dream in which some of us were simply born and know nothing else but the shadows at play upon the wall
i awake having dreamed out an alternative no difference some difference just a dream can we tell them apart how well do you remember yesterday are we heading back to the future with one in the oven baby in the bonnet we were in for a bumpy ride i hope it is smooth sailing for you through this terrible gale
and i picked up my shit and moved into the crescent working in a wine bar then the pandemic and everything closes in on us and i am looking elsewhere do i find it best possible scenario sure i find something pays well evenly said you are of course with child because that is what we both wanted do we take the opportunity to flee to the colonies or does it all fall apart there and then who knows that is what is so exciting about life all the directions that it can take the lines of flight the front lines say we stuck it out standing still the world moving around us still in the crescent i am in some office you are back at the drapers and the two year old is between shifts surely the second is on the way to celebrate our love
now is the time the only time putting it together waiting and walking and wasting away on the streets in the bars between the sheets done and dusted a digital cut and paste job literature is still playing catch up when picasso saw those bulls upon the cave walls he reportedly remarked that we had made no development we have been drawing much longer than we have been writing so you do the math
sure took the path of least resistance can you blame i am sure you do we all played our parts just so you know i don't blame you after all said and done what else could have happened the alternative was thrown back to me you hit the ball back then my turn upheaval the only alternative after so much put in the other way after so much time what made you change your mind oh yeh that is right you told me it was your heart
always workarounds available and the nuances of history are not for everyone what the people want what the reader wants what the audience wants is a hero and an nemesis start simply and make sure good triumphs over evil in the end
yes pathological liar but that is probably just a symptom of a developed narcissism which in turn is a survival mechanism for an underlying poor image of self lack of confidence unbridled self doubt and humiliation from where that all started one could only hazard a guess it would take many hours in honest open discussion with someone who was either personally interested out of bona fide goodwill or simply paid as a professional and the person in question the patient the sufferer the victim the carrier of such disorder would also actually want to undertake such steps in the mean time i like you as such all of us here simply need to work with the mess of psyche and the physical and economic consequences there from as they arise
no coffee no good no tabacco no good no tea no good says lu reaching for the Ersatzgut Mokkafock not a police name plane in the cup a little sawdust in pigs' gut slowly poison ourselves to death if there is nothing else eat sand excuse the accent lazy tongue in the head aimentation generale do you believe everything you read keep the lies a coming but please do not feign surprise when we all do not jump off the cliff on command show us so much humility
all these short cuts no one is taking the scenic route any more no more routine maintenance simply attempting to keep the main arteries clear and up to scratch the take up rate is really getting out of control incompatibilities with expectations habituations disorientations and conflations bring the flow to a halt sit there warming ambience got to have something to burn gasahol
pat to the back of the head comb through and move on do not press onto the scalp leave a little between here and there avoid the salicylic acid even though it may seem like a good idea at first wait until there is a lesion a scratch to the surface and then apply sparingly remember hair removing increases effectiveness so there is the aesthetic to think about especially when most of the time if you keep yourself clean and allow a scab to form then the lesion will heal itself how did i fail to recognise eczema on your forehead seems i had forgotten after all those years out of practice did not stop to take the time to reel through the memory
make a routine of it so much to do put it in the calender after each forty five minutes take a break reflect make notes and prepare for the next onslaught have a tea or coffee at least a glass of water where to from here gallant legs and lima bean do not be messing with the weekly expectation every tuesday is grocery day take the eggs in then monday is the exception you want me to write in willy nilly lovely lovely yes yes wake up brush the hair and teeth open a window and light a fire start the day in the same way but that fire starting makes little sense in summer
taking a little trek through the urals keeping an eye and an ear out for a little slice of peace pie there is a bunker baker around the corner and over the next valley where one hears the buzz of the bees busy making honey for the winters are long and stores are deep not wanting to step on any flowers or push any buttons yak be wild on the goat track
there is a snake of paper curling up at my feet when i get the print on its tail we can start again from the head and rob it of all its thoughts
do you know why you are changing the music yeh because of the emotion youse are all no fans of rem getting up in the head here hand it over to me then right you are i am going down columbia road for a coffee will take a book i need to get out of here the air is too thick the expectations to high everyday i understand more and more why youse all smoke tat tobacco like there is no tomorrow
i would stand by you if you would just stand still instead we play this game of cat and mouse hide and seek catch me if you can you tell me the fun of the hunt is the chase why can we not run together like wild horses no fixed address we just need the field underfoot and the sky overhead we will let go of the built in order to build we will be so full of life that there will be no room for crisis moving in between as weeds in the garden
on the brink in the sink no time to think time to shine rise and surprise attack at dawn straight out of the book shook us up a little bit tiny on the blink do you believe me now when i tell you time travel i do it all the time sitting on a rock revolving around a flame falling through the void
may you continue flowing through my life and i through yours.
des bises!
murmur murmur downstairs coming from the kitchen. a lot of time spent in there. not sure what is doing. no smells of cooking. no sounds of cooking. no meal to be seen. the kitchen is the heart of the household; more than cooking goes on in there, but it is the central activity from which all else rotates.
you think i am timid? i am misdiagnosed. inside i feel like a stalker outside. some days i just want to move these legs. they are always stopping in front of your door.
a strong wind been a blowing. i went out just to see you, but you had already found your firewood.