So anyway where was I?

Oh yes , on about my radical new form of writing......

That was it , you burst in right in the middle of the conversation I was having with my other self...

Now you go right ahead please.......

So you are in to sheer madness you say?  Well check this out......

They Buried Helen Rich with all of her money and worldly possessions..

Yes.... NIM KAR HAR told me so.... he had also mentioned in a post he made to me before he died that we were   'Kindred Spirits'  whatever ever that means?  I am not 100% certain but do have a pretty good idea... what he was on about...

Then there was that thing from Vol Poultet  the other night as well...

'How we shine like diamonds' with our unique  'The great guessing games'

Then on about the 'Earth Bound'
and.........

Telling yourself whatever you want to hear.. being the most accurate definition of  :  To Believe that there ever was.

You know the breaking of chains of Command... or Bad Habits.... our dislikes and our Contempt etc...

Oh well......

Perhaps there is quite a bit to be said about the seeming nonsensical ?

Something to be said about Words or other wise bleeding through cotton.

The value of Strange and thinking out side the box..

Versus Blundering blindly ahead... and creating War out of travesty...

it is indeed the most of the Unfair.

It is a demonstration perhaps of sorts.....

When you have a Rotten Cunt leading the pack so to speak...

and unrelentingly continue to turn a blind eye to their past failings in hopes of some what?  New beginnings  for the future?

or

The demise of mankind one of which we are our very selves?

We will always engage in the Sheer madness.

Until we say no.

and die for it.

So anyway where was I?

Lock yourself in

Smug.

Self-contented

Behind those locked steel screen doors lays the great out of doors.

All those support signs in the front yards hollering anger and hate.

My mind drifts to rattlesnake burrows.

Self indignation.

Our righteousness.

Our disease to be right.

Problematic.

Closing your mind to what is real.

Safety.

Falling back into hypocrisy.

Addiction of Reason?

Why inquire?

Lock yourself in.

The natives  maybe restless.

Our shared Naivety.

I dont particulary care for it.

Recalling the dream of the giant

The giant lumbered along... in the  Southern Hemisphere.......

He decided to have a rest so he sat on the river's edge

He put his legs across the moving water and placed his feet in the jungle the other side

and waited for something to happen

suddenly he felt a searing pain in this left foot and looked down at some sort of lizard clamped into his flesh.. and saw a huge tarantula nearby watching...

Oh! why did he stop to rest he wondered?

and not only that now his other foot was being attacked, what sort of biting stinging creature was that?
applying bone-crushing pressure?

Oh, how he wished he had never stopped and lingered in the first place ... he pulled both feet out of the jungle and feet up, looked down at his Dick and  Balls... why there were stinging red ants all over them... how in the world was he going to get them to release and stop the pain...?

Would he have to Kill them and pry them off? or dip them in the cold water? or would he already be poisoned either way...?

and all Swollen up.

hobbling for the rest of his life?

The Poor Poor Giant.