It is somewhat of an enigma
How cotton can come to life
To reach out to you
And as it echoes throughout the ages
It becomes the only thing I didnt write
But then again I haven't had tapeworms for years.

Amen Lord

Juniper irritants heightening below.
the soft and cuddly moves magically as a matter of fact.
blue tack, and absolute obsoletes move in the wya
that people don't even use hamster wheels anymore
while timid dogs, and cats lie feeling bare of their instincts, threatened on the floor.
dutifully lifting their heads to their only owners, like soldiers
but they are monsters. Although I could be hallucinating all of this I think if we don't give our animals exactly what they need then we're all going to be buried alive in coffins. Subtly. or in baracks. or igloos. or we'll all just remain transparent, stuck on the toilet, or happily walking in the woods one day - until some major accident occurs.

Hallowed edges, crufts her majesty anoints as fromage.
Because the dogs insides are fighting it's own instincts, like you get lots of different brands of yoghurt fighting each other
AND you get brands of dog food which owners care about more than they care about their actual dogs. and by branding the food (anyway) it's more hidden the parasitic aliens living in the dogs body.
the accraise war(nm)s the logic of up and coming chess moves. not that chess is always logical. that. and it depends on how good at it you are or not. but unlike chess,  alot of people play video games and half of them dont even realise theyre killing people , theyre own human kind, which theyre separated from anyway, in wars. And as a captive saint of some kind, I've always had an aversion to video games but i've never got heavily into the violent ones -- yet everytime the news has been on for the past year and a half of my just mean *** hospital stays i've had to hear about wars in ghaza and Ukraine. i dunno man, I keep on saying it's ******* so maybe that's just giving them the permission to have a war in Ghaza and the Ukraine in the future. or it's a threat for me wanting to protect my livelihood as who I am. Poonanny Lord.

cautious and well in reach
the badminton flying thing
unfolds into the air

yet props have commented on
without equity
upon the game and
sit
still while a grunge era
          
is reborn

and fallopian tubes
become the cause
of my paranoia.

The evil baby syndicate are trying to avail
themselves of their gregarioiusness again
poindexters pilgramage all go and gaining control gradualy
easy does it, says the father
who, uninspired as he is caring flouts his tracksuit in the sun
crumcling repetition, where is there a data sheet hat will fir in autonomously into my own standards of existence?

there must be more than data....

I am crushed without diazepam and ritalin, and my writing is still in the stages of being panicky because i;m not guaranteed a whenever permanent prescription for it. Halter tops. Joining hands. i have no memory of my comments on gun violence because of the alien living in my body. franchise. bulbasour the pokemon. patterns. heinrich manoever, buttons. loosened. torture. lust. chocolate. *****. nirvana. dumb. television. networking. fat. rolllerblades. first cut to my wrist. gang signs and prayer. juvenile detention. sorry posters. ****. laughter desucked. gone. phone heart. alien attached to it. sauce. peti. not a criminal. seeking justice. loving. Amen God.

This is not  a part of the data, it is a part of overcoming the world of the data system. And it's frequently beyond criminal, often money and power seeking consequences. i just want to keep to myself with diazepam for autism constantly, ritalin for ADHD constantly. And get on with my life the best I can while feeling without -(these legal by the way medications)- feeling paralyzed, fearful, dissociative and stuck and unmotivated and just generally not living my life. let alone to the full, for instance being trapped in a mental hospital without eevn any hope of unescorted leave. well guess what, I don't need it, I need a constant supply of ritalin and diazepam. Poonanny Lord.

I watched television for many years,
it never perplexed me;
Like a pile of gold coins that are never unbalanced.

The most I ever got out of marriage was breathing heavily -
but hell - I'm not going to pretend to be one of those ageing women
who understand the menopause.
The man I met, when I was dying
was very, unironically, inhibited.
In every way he sustained me:
by weeding out the knots in my hair,
turning off the bedside telephone against hospital rules,
never sharing his food with me,
helping me to bury my dreams: that.
in the gust of many heavy, hateful cemeteries.
He privately grieved for me by sarcastically sulking when I was holding onto my red balloon.
And then I came out of the hospital, with the all clear.

And four months later, I thought of him at my husbands funeral.

at tea time we sit, like magazines, that aren't even there
still it's only slightly obscene
like a slight from the media
can turn you right around
and the bristles of the toilet brush get all jammed with ****
Is it ever enough,?
to trust, to relay, to behave, to offer something to ride on?
all ****** puns aside, there's a twist there somewhere
but what's it's preponderance?
Something undefinable? a wringing out of a doves neck in pursuit of anguish?!
The towns they keep growing, as the oceans keep revolving
marry me humidity and then there shall be no more overwhelming adroitness!
But hear the succour of a ******* lounging or standing or straying around
and you will fnd a  crown full of teleknesis,
asuaged, drowned and drafted by a atrocity that seemed in the end amounted to no more than an annoyance, but at the time was much, much more.

redemption song Lord. Amen,that.