they killed it.
it glittered like starlight, fine, upstanding, an
example of kinship, solidarity. dead. they
killed it dead.
it shone with kindness and friendship
so they deliberately made it die. now
they continue to murder what is left,
as they have done before.
it was a good thing.it was different. that
a rabbit lives by there
among the green scented branches.
you may think that when you search the words
you may find fruit, the type that drips on eating,
mostly down your tee shirt or other garment.
here we gets hip hop and pop art which is cool,
yet not as refreshing as strawberries, raspberry
and lime. some time we needs a damp flannel.
randomly i see that the little iron has been
replaced in monopoly. glad i already have one.
not keen on the word really, sounds somewhat toiletry
occurring in a natural place/ america, or grizzly big furry
may be a myth.
crouch is also disliked for one of the above, and the end.
the synonyms are disagreeable as far as i can see, so
i shall sit here nicely.
sound sounds like this in english. sounds familiar.
in the morning, heartening lorries,
mansel davis, north to south and back again reverse
garden, sounds fresh so early, outdoor
the radio plays. brittle. news
mumbo jumbo of politics.
tinnitus continues, softer now
so she has suggested that this god may be a girl, and / or somewhat feminine.
last week I said that gender is over rated and that I do not believe such things.
we talked of the random nature of everything, and while in agreement there
are still issues between us.
I shall say that if there is a god, who is gender based, may she be kinder than
if there is one now, is.
and learn better grammar than me, and forget the punctuation.
biggest leaves in the lane, no one swept, bothered. we hurried by seamlessly, or did we? some of us looked, a few of us bothered. some of us helped each other. it is always a nice day.
you are younger than i ; stride out quickly. walk down the estuary. it is good to hit the sunny patch and hear the bird call. a cold day today.
my heart leapt, when he said. his home, he can see the beauty there.
with reality and fiddling. films it. forgets the language, passes the garage and looks to me to talk
of the succulents.
yet what can get better than this, no jealousies, no expectations, no anger, when none is needed.
when all around us is raging, rain against blind window, mid winter. music plays, soft covers sooth, plain thoughts.
why do some wish for perfection, in all things. that in mind. there is no formula,no rules, only their own desires which can lead to disappointment .
serious matter making tea, then dinner.
cake with fruit, later vegetables with
home made gravy. i know
there are more serious things. i have
done them. a lot.
it is just that
i do not wish to talk about them at this
jack , a dull boy.
it says that most people are aware of the dangers of sunbathing
and that it is another adjective.
we had some of those yesterday. plain words affect me deeply.
in the bathroom there is a book about womens’ health and beauty.
chapters on skin care from years ago before the war, the second.
paragraphs on the dangers of being tanned, it says it looks common
like a working person out of doors. things change.
the book remains
in the bathroom.