Saturday, 2 May 2015

May two sathairn

snorting past the mask, air exhaled not disposed correctly, waken early, go to da loo. Ablutistly! . Fall back to sleep, sleep! The light of the day at six in the morning does the rest, all that is needed, get up make coffee, read the news,
 read a blog, a blog from an I, a blog from a „Me". curiouser and curiouser as Alice said. A biblical blog makes sense to one with no belief. Me He. Latin.

Get up make the coffee, read the news.
Coffee made, ponder. Why do they ask „when will you retire?“ What business do they have to ask such things? What business do they have to want such things? Let them be, they are sure of what they want, but have no idea of what they need. Rain is approaching outside, its heralds darkening the light from the sun.

The yellow floorboards and the wooden piano, the cluttered desk, the unmodern untidiness prevalent.


Saturday
as thou wilt, so i wilt.
wilted wilds.

mock olde english.

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