Sunday
Two, too disturbing for comfortRoads to two venues
Venturing out
Is it me or medication
Gripping the wheel
Count the breath in
Count it out
Six goes in
Twelve comes out
Cold, hot and clammy goes the skin
"Get out, get away," goes the scream from within
"Trapped," shouts the answer
As panic sets in
While IBS crawls from its depths
"Oh God not again"
Thursday
Prince Charles was interviewed on 'Today' this morning. He likes mutton, and there has to be a joke in there! He believes that Global Warming is our planet's greatest threat. So, we'll see him selling his limousines, private jet and helicopter, to begin using Public Transport, will we??
Tuesday
If you want to ascertain the true nature of the British public, there is one place near to you, where all will be revealed. Get in your car, taking a sandwich or choccie biccie, and go to any superstore carpark.
Choose a parking place that allows you a wide panorama of the parking areas. Sit back, relax, and be prepared to be shocked. Decide upon a time limit, which is suitable for you. 30 minutes will be more than enough. I shall not regale you with my own observations. Suffice to say, that the milk of human kindness, dried up long ago.
Elephant is snoring close by today. Even the sound of the snore keeps me distracted. It is very difficult and tiring, to keep monitoring the elephant's position, in relation to all of my positions.
'Thief' is not a good word for the elephant. I shall delve deep to find an apt label to stick on it.
It distracts me so much that I get dates of past events wrong. Thanks Anne.
The cello is the musical instrument equivelent, of a heart. I said that.
Monday
Winter draws close, closer, close. Summer fades through falling frocks of russet. Baring all for all to miss. Spring is not promised. Taken for granted. Oh yes, the Sun will continue to stay hidden for months, but Spring is not promised. Plans growing silently beneath layers of thoughts, have yet to emerge. Yet, Spring is not promised. What prospects of peace in a world riven with hates, when Spring is taken for granted? For, Spring is not promised.
Friday
I have spent 30 minutes typing a friggin blog page and clicked the wrong friggin button!!!!! Lesson well and truly learned.
Took car early, to local garage for service and MOT. I envy my car today.
Domestic re-arranging of dust particles, traces of vegetable, human and animal presence as well. Where and when do they arrive? Overnight? Wierd! Perhaps the Tick Fairy leaves them while my back's turned. As if I could turn my friggin back!!
I have been reliably informed that I own an elephant, or, an elephant owns me.
It shares the same time and space zones as I. Is it male or female? Yes!
Return of 'non-blue touch paper,' syndrome last night. Problem with people last night. All sorted within a couple of minutes, but! It is difficult to bounce back when I no longer have a decent back to bounce about with. This elephant owning stuff is going to take a bit of learning. It's been there for years, but someone had to point the bloody thing out to me. How do I control an elephant? You can't! It's wonderful to have the freedom to be able to talk inconsequentially to myself here. Yes it is!. We agree.
The harder I push it, the heavier it gets. Can I distract it with a straw surrogate? Is it occupying the other parts of my mind as well? I'll be told in due course. Does it have a name? The psychiatrists will have given it a name. I may call it 'Thief.' It's stealing me, but I'm stealing me back again. If you can't understand any of this, I say once again, you're lucky. If you can, you're not alone and you're not mad!
Wednesday
Explaining thought processes and layered 'cake' of my short stories.
EPP went well yesterday. No problem with being totally open with like-minded/disabled individuals. We're all at the bottom of our individual pits. With direct links and a hot line through the network of receptors, deep within each of us. If you ain't got a clue what I'm on about, count yourself very lucky. If you have the depth of our pit, welcome. But no bullshitters allowed in here.
Wed 5th Oct was the last time SILVIE took me out. Must arrange my lists for her.
The big-fella ain't been burger riding either.
Minds trapped in brains, within balls, atop creature discomforts = disabled.
I said that.
Monday
Pain is bad.
Pain Gate wide open. Please, someone, shut it?
Seratonin, where are you when I need you?
Empathetic souls in short supply.
Stumble a mile in my shoes.
Sunday
Bipolar disordered individual
with 'periods' of mundanity
awaiting muse at workstation
once more without feeling
I wish.
