This morning was either going to go one way or another. Fuelled with an abundance of situations like this under my belt; fuck it, lines have been drawn now, didn’t even have to keep it up my sleeve either because these situations as innumerable as they shall probably give me all the serenity that I will ever need in my life otherwise somewhere pretty close, maybe it will run out moments before I pop my clogs. After a full and long life, I guarantee you. There’s no use in trying to will it or doing little rituals or ceremonies with your girls and gammy eyed drumble polishing all his best material for you. That much of a dirty look? Tease and deny, I reckon. Poor bastard.
Serenity is here and now and it feels lovely. Get away now this is my zone– piss off for a bit and let me bask. Nice one. Cheers
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They do offer to make it centrally typefaced, but all that it sounds a bit like too much hard work, if you ask me. Something about justifying a body of text, most notably single in column and spread complete across all manner of reading spaces. If one were to add that to a black background, in gold typeface, and with gold detail about the remainder. It would probably cost £12.50 in toner to print the bastard onto a sheet of A4 if one could even get a sample of it properly in the machine
Black and gold, it’s fine detail in every thread. Perhaps as minimalist as something fine and golden would be had it been only this …. person … such that it is kept on beautiful show. She stands beautifully on her own. To bear witness … simply marvellous. It was so real and so ridiculously within arm’s reach. Scorches every moment just enough to taste that way forever and ever. If you want to count that a victory. I don’t know, are you the vengeful type? I would humour it and then some, come back asking for more. . .
Keep fading in and out of ecstasy. The element to keep you away from is GABAA and that would be the end of it. You will be ultimately controllable with fear. That’s why getting pissed makes you more immune to fear, in the face of often insurmountable odds (that’s where the courage and stupidity meet at the first conceivable point of logic to the situation) – they help you by a certain medicine that would in essence make one more susceptible to it. I don’t drink in the first place, but if I did I would be pretty incomprehensible 24h. What would be so sudden for me there, though? I’ve been that way as far back as it goes. People didn’t go to their doctors I think back then. I weren’t diagnosed with anything for another 12 years give or take. Just wasn’t even considered …
I’ve always been addicted to some things. Some of them more beautiful, more amazing than words will ever, ever … words aren’t enough. This will come, it will feel like it’s been going on too long and you can’t be assed even trying anymore. That’s the moment you officially realise that there is nothing further you could have possibly done, history be thy judge. It ought to feel much more climaxic than what in real life it does — but that’s probably because the moment has been built up in your mind so creatively by that point, not many will likely be ready for that message as well
Nothing hit me as hard as love. It was just a woman with my entire future my past and my present within me, watching it fly gloriously on the motorway breeze. Connected and just as easily cut off with every millisecond of fate-changing madness when she had hold of me, a bug in her hands yeah I know it could land heads nor tails, just stop this tale of woe and let the summary be handed down, and hastily yet I would rather. From my misery give me relent. From my ecstasy, please mixtress mercy, ruin me for all of mankind more silent than you would even want to know. Wouldn’t say much but puts on a hell of a show
That can only go one way eventually I reckon but somethin might prove me wrong still yet. Wanting to be wrong is where it actually does go wrong. You go out of your way in the end trying to find ways of making it happen whether it was only a matter of time or not ..
Love saved me, but that’s it. Nobody puts another ticket on day after and starts all over again. Some of them might even still yet. That would be one record you could hold comfortably onto for perhaps the rest of all time?
Just imagine anyone who is even stupid enough to try to make any difference whatsoever I have one question for you: when has the same lottery numbers ever happened twice?
Now you, whoever you are … can think about that xp
Until next time xxxxx
-TR
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