This is the onslaught of our dying where we turn purple again; or perhaps it's just a descending fart that has nowhere left to go but outwards to explode and spread about the place until the whole place smells like the Quasimodo divergence...
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TRAVELLING ON
My baddest reason for staying alive came from my unreason that I was hanging onto for dear life, so that, when I let it go I came to know something that came to me like a horse on the curve. And as it moved towards me I became aware that I was in the presence of such that I had been searching for all my life long.
When I came up for air with the words spilled, away it went, and back I came to the mortality and the pain.
Why is life a pain? I have no idea.
Well I couldn’t swing it much after that so I just had to travel on and hope that sooner or later we’d meet again, but hopefully not in the Quasimodo divergence.
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AN HOUR FROM NOW
An hour from now came and went in between of it all; and then another and another until I’d made my way to Turkey in the ship of the dead; and that’s when I cracked the nut in two and cracked on with it with no more excuses coming my way but what I could see before me.
Someone said then to me that there was a safe-spell I could do to protect me from anything.
I broke this upon a stone to see what would fall out and caught the holy mind creeping up on me from behind; well, what could I do but run and take the shortest route away.
6 yards later and I was down for the count.
That’s one to the holy; and zero for me.
What kind of deal was this?
I kind of think these things to my-self sometimes: where’s the way home, and what kind of teeth does the alligator have?
Anyway, like I said: an hour from now came and went in between of it all…
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FINDING MYSELF LOST
I wanted to go there, and then I didn’t; ah, but I won’t bore you with this until next year when the suitcase arrives from away from here.
When the time came to prepare, a spanner fell out of heaven and landed at my feet.
I looked up, fully prepared to see more.
And then the ground fell away from beneath my feet, it caught me totally unprepared of course, what with me looking up and all.
So I said: Oi you, what’s your game then?
The big black bling jumped into the game then and began to contemplate things deep and mysterious which made me think of a fried bacon sandwich and a cup of tea; and then I thought: nah, coffee.
Well, you can see by this that I was very busy, with no time for the chit-chat up on the mountain where I really didn’t want to go anyway, it being so cold and far up.
“What kind of excuse is that,” said the old bugger from upstairs.
I’ve never been particularly fond of anyone shouting down on me, so I didn’t pay it much mind, and would have told it so if I could ever find it where I was looking.
A girl in a long raincoat came along then and told me to be quiet; she also said I couldn’t dance, but hey, who’s counting?
Sometimes we find ourselves quite lost.
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