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Thought of the day – Emergency

Carpark b

Bus stop

No stopping

Wrong way

No entry

Riser inlet

Spoken outlet

Stop dont stop walk dont run crawl but dont cry for those who can’t gain traction with soiled hands.

Please do not sit here

Every day gatherings

2 meters

But a clear day ahead.



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Thought of the day – pattern

Making waves

Breaking stones

Hostile delivery via courier service

Emergency.

Building 2

Hopless voices

Darkness.



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Thought of the Day – Probes and boxes

Had my voice box visualised with a scope.

Dope.

Waxing lyrical

Watching box resonate

Degradation of the aural

Sleep.

Thought of the day – stiff bones

When your hands creek

When your lungs ache

Breathing becomes work

Stop

Thought of the day

Dear people.. if you get your PC butt hurt cause you’ve judged an action from 200+ years ago by your standards today, and you still act like an asshole towards others…. you’re the problem… thought of the day. 😁

Also.. eat more fish… its good for you.

Also … Darwin was probably right (looks at current political issues, flat earthers and 5g conspiracy theorists who don’t understand mm-wave or technology…

Umm who else can i trigger ?

😅😅😅😅😅🐽🐽🐽🐽🐟

We danced a little

We danced a little, both of us on-edge,

strangers in eachothers arms, comfort found in distance.

Our conversations are always fragrant, full of fresh summer mornings,

yet also still – like evenings laying together under snow-crested trees.

 

I don’t recall the apart-time much, fragments that wake me with 3am chills.

found listening carefully, noises inside your tummy after few drinks,

Staggered words foreboding foretelling of what’s not to come.

 

am I Stronger, I could be, not close to hillsides or rivers,

just, daisies swaying in midday heat, but stronger.

 

illusions, still plague me though, vermin at the feet of our dead,

not pushed past boundaries in need of crossing, no release,

just hanging on, slivers of willingness under duress, losing grip on time.

 

No one to reach out to anymore, anywhere are voids vast vulnerable,

safe though, safe, not here, just unwilling to be afraid of it,

lying creatures as we are, jesting for coverage both in need.

 

Swiftly quickly, left behind remnants remains left of us

no sollum sad staged goodbyes, just this corse dust.

 

human hands outreach outstretched outside us now,

pushed beyond broken, no more, no more –

found you again, at last, my last breath, you’re well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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