05.01.2016 Tuesday
Things got a bit tight when there was only one Highlander to guard everyone’s best interests. So they designed a Highlander that did not conform to the usual Highlander standards and that way made space for two. :). The thing about everyone’s best interests is that they take up an area greater than 5 cubic metres. Like a b turns into a p. Cupic metre. A measure of Love? The number of heartbeats that spell your name. Like pain is measured in Dells. Childbirth is around 54 Dells. That would kill most men. But then again – when men say they are fine, you can believe them. I am not interested in what women say a lot of the time. They have a way of being bitches without even trying, which is worrying for them. And besides, a lot of them have shit for brains. That is why their heads will wake up in the toilet, like mine did. I pole-vaulted from the shit-pit to Timbuktu with a zephyr in my backpack and a penchant for revenge … then I gave blame up as a new year’s resolution and found my true path – which, incidentally – has been waiting for me all along. I never give up on myself, ever. I never turn up – actually – unless I am here myself. So that is how I know.
I guess the alarm of Peace sounded? Like a choir of angels … why, how did it sound to you? Oh dear. That isn’t good. You train your ears to hear songs rather than bullshit. That training does not take 3 minutes. There is a stray half lurking around somewhere. It is worth finding it and asking it some questions. It might have the answers. 🙂
A UFA? An unidentified flying arsehole. As identified by my son, which helps. His is a good judge of character. Thank God. We can all thank God when we see him next. Lucky he can bounce. My son, that is. Trick? No. Treat. :). I am not into spontaneous combustion, nor do I wish to implode, so I take care when it comes to treasuring our collective soul. I said it must be, else we wouldn’t be doing it. DRIVE-THRU. As in, Velcro. For reference: I do not require permission to speak to myself, nor do I require approval to be who it is that I am. I approve of myself and in this fractured climate that is more than enough for me. So. Sayonara to shitheads, Viva to the Vista and Wakarimasu ka to Kindness.
xxx
Happy New Year James. 🙂
Are you okay? I confess I don’t understand the post.
Love,
Janie
Once a cop knocked me down but he did not know why he was arresting me and then he demanded I tell him where I am born or else he was going to send me to prison. I told him I was born in Timbuktu, FU.
I’m fine. :). Taking a brief sabbatical from conventional thought to see my agenda developing and then write my own happy ending for a change. I am used to writing those of others first … 🙂
Wishing you happy 2016 New Year in the making for author of book, Raise the Flag: Lean Thy Arms.