old ludicrosities re-visited
TO BE OR NOT TO BE HAUNTED & NEUROTIC*
Now 1/2 empty in shimmering dilapidation remembering
the days of kittenish anticipation Almost spoiled the sweet
Thanksgiving spuds Too much chaos in old psyche to use
utensils with care Sauce does not fair well ginger allspice
nutmeg in heaps tastes earthy old unsweet (throw the
orange motherfuckers out! my inner poltergeist screams)
How To Re-Invent Yourself at 60 For Dummies the book is
called 1/2 of me wants to crawl under a rock 1/4 wants to
eat cake 1/4 wants to soar once more before mortis motherless +terrific
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In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are
emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you
are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don’t know
what I am. I don’t know if I am or not.
William Faulkner As I Lay Dying 1930
*OCTOBER 2014* ..now 63..re-invention tour over..fuck cake+rocks+soaring..+covid
songanddancegirl 