child without an eye

Me or you,
The emptiness of my stomach
After decades
Feels like a final wall with no door.
The maze with no exit.
But no matter,
In a jiffy the smell will pass,
I can get transported by Captain Kirk
or Spock. Whoever is at home.
I have taken a liking to streaky bacon.
Also limes.
I believe in limes. Squeeze them with your fingers.
Honest it is like a giver of truth.
Those green balls of organic acid.
Get the juice all over.
Limey limey limey
ziiiiiing
mmmmmmm
hot bathtub baby
little goat watching baaaaaaa
And I check my blood pressure now.
I have a little chart.
Bing Bong the heart it still beats mister man mister man oh mister man you is alive.
But Carrie no she dead mister man. Sorry.
Yeah and if you ever have a fruitfly problem just leave some wine in a bottle.
They all go in and they love it.
It's like a fruitfly spa. They get naked, drunk, swim shag. All that. No wonder they never come out.
Your half rotten bananas are safe!!!
Yes, that is good. Uneaten fruit. If I'm not going to benefit from the youthful elixir of ten boring blobs a day then no dang recumbent gene little fly that makes no sound is gonna get it neither.
So where was I.
Fixing to not die.
Syd Barrett was photographed in our back garden with a ginger cat.
Has to be our garden. I reckon some time in the 60s hobvisciouslee before my mum and dad and sister moved in.
Could be. would explain a lot.
All my psychedelic dreams.
The snail farm.
The action men.
The circus.
The Spaniards, Greeks, Texans etc.
Explains it all.
And now what do we get?
Curly Kale and couch to 5K.
Don't do it kids!!
I'm with Arnie - shag the maid.
May as well.

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Me or You