Realizing your on your own
is like a robot taking over your
existence
It's like  a body growing inside of you
it's like hacving to listen to
music each second
of every day
it is like taking an interest in adverts
It is like wearing glassses that blackk out your vision
It is like being a gorilla in a zoo
It is ike beinga fly on it's back
it is like apathy
it is likecaring about that apathy just as much as the apathy itself
in terms of the consequences of the apathy
It is like working your way throgh danger, with complete disregard for your safety
It is like tryiing to attach yourself to your fading memories
It is like ntot knowing whether to moev on or not
It is slike feeling like the whole world doesn't care about you
It should be like silence, but it's not
It's like buying things you don't want off the internet
IT is akin to living in ignorance
It iss not knowiing whther your family are good people or not

iT is like not knowing how much people pretend to e doing a job, how much people are do a god job, and how many **** bags areinvolved in doing their job around you
It is **** not knong how far you will go.
It is like not knowing how muh control you have oveer how far
you will take things
It is like haviing the keys to the universe,
but no freedom

IIt is like feeling you've put a burden on other people just by them being around you
when you should know thats nont true,
IT's loosing your capacity to reasons
iT' results in irresponsibility
It makes you work harder
It makes you tough
Tougher than what they call drug lords and gangsters
It makes you believe in things outside yourself
IT can put yu on a new path
IT can blow out the candle of your life
IT can be scenic
IT can bea battle
IT can be accepted
IT can be something that's been  a long time coming
It can be the antithesis to debt
It can roar like a lion
It an consume you
It can make you **** yourself (literally)
It can make you want to take back everything youve ever said in your whole life
it can free you from the bbonds of regret
iT can allow you to choose your own space, career, and area

IT an take away everything
And give everything, in a different form back.

******* Lord

Boring entitlement to make art,
hijacks creativity
in a funeral car
the procession plays trumpets
a soul stirs
but it's too late

The ledge doesn't look up anymore
as viciousness of the ultra sound scan
issues detriment and dilation from a
doctors point of view

mother vicariously, implants
her
suppositions and inquisitions
but the doctor allows no
imposition

for ultra sound scans are safe right?

The next assumption
come from the fun of the media
and it's unforgiving nature
and how we challenge it
with weakness, spoilt in our bones by a mannerism here, a talk there, a joke further along the road, and a promise of safety in the form of insurance

but by the time you're insured it's too late.


Again, the safety seekers look to bring their complaint higher/
but balloons and celebratory decorations like Christmas
crowd the way


so now they know somethings going on.

Time to stand up to all authorities then.

In the name of Christ. Poonanny Christ. Poonanny Lord God.

sun to spirit
spirit to sky
needn't there even be s why
?
for i have come in peace
not cowardice
and if they do it once
they ca do it again.
the whole thing has to stop An,
or you're out of the game.

Amen Lord

naanbread Apollo. Breadsticks Aphrodite. chicken and sweetcorn souup Zeus. Chopsticks Athena. Ubereats Hernes. porridge magical  creatures.  poonanny GOD

The rainbow Mohawk, turned out to be the, latent and superciliously hefty
significant event of the century. And a rainbow can appear at any time of year. Like the autumn leaves fall upon the ground, they were found with dried up mud on them, some watching tv (they would have to be taught how to pray) and others, well they'd have to take part in finding the other human beings.

Amen rain. Amen sun. Amen rainbow chasers. Amen #the human race. Amen rainbow Mohawk. Amen Lord
**

how can we hope to become when time does not stand still?
When we are left not just out of the history books, but even the society we hate.

So many times I've slept with a man and wondered why he handed me money. I realize at this moment, although it will be viewed stereotypically; just by virtue of it being my realisation; is that those weren't nice men, pretending to care about me. The proof is all around us. they did it so they could toy with my mind, they do it to make me do explicitly ****** things in my own room in hospital, that I wouldn't usually do. And, something (I was completely oblivious to at the time, (and am still oblivious to when not doped on ritalin clozapine and diazepam), Furthermore there are those involved in order to be a stop gap for the numbering system of human beings. Because if there's no change n the circumstances of slavery - it continues out and evenly, becoming an understandable reality. Which is when - basically - business goes down for these men, and they loose interest. and I should add become more sadistic.

So how do we call them out on it - when they're the ones in charge - ? we be ourselves, degrade ourselves, love those who love you and pray earnestly every day.




Amen humanity...Amen Lord!

If we perceive nature in spirit form, we cant possibly be deluded. As long as we are in tune with our own souls. Now the aliens can make us all sit in a globe while they try and figure out how to mould themselves into our souls, but, thankfully, the soul is much more ephemeral than that. Excuse the pun.
that that that that aaaat that that tha-a=+a=at that that that that that tha-a=at that th+a+a+A=at that that =t+the-the=that that that that that that that that -gorgon. steak on whiplash cream, sudden dream, apocalyptic lipstick, dum dance chicken dinosaurs, festle in the brambles. the festivities and the baubles, seeing perspectively  a drawn on skeleton. Amen God. poonanny.

Creations of blasphemed culture
it all started with one bouncer

Take it or leave it this is my ifes knowledge

the circumstances of ultra autonomy
and zero awareness
soon turned to pure insecurity
which led to an inner vs outer struggle
before I was even 27.

The rest doesn't matter

Poonanny God

The globe, as some conspiracy theorists might call it, has been deem one of many uninhabitable by the end of, an irrelevantly timed era, through interference and separation of human values from the universe.

As someone who was once interested in politics, but is now a freelance nothing, I would state politics is a paper trail, designed to fish for historical bits of propaganda.

Not to say theyre just fantasists, they do alot of damage to the world as much as they celebrate their own theses accomplishments.

But as soon as you start talking about politics, well, you start talking about politics. And you just go round in a circle.
which is exactly the main political aim of all nations.
and so, as such, and allready noted, they iinterssperse bit of a;ready fase history amongst more believable present day made up history.

aNd then there's the typical media going on about champions, and competition and of course peer pressure too, of course we can't forget, as well as mny other poisonous veins of discussion in the context, of basically who's the blank of blank of blank in history.

aliens. aliens are history

When crowds of falsificatioiin deeming everything
fit and helathy
and seem feasible
you can probably find them
fornicating
elsewhere

why else would the discomfort occur?
I may be autistic, but i'm an extrovert

the treason goes beyond reach
like a basketful of eggs
already cracked

but intrinsically still
we know no difference between the sexually perverted
and the sexually perverted capitalist louts.

oh, so that was the meaning of that crowd

well i label it all a trick


and if they don't wanna manifest business here
on behalf of me
properly


as te hospital is a privately owned business
I'm just going to have to find a way to link all these hospitals together you see

poo flower, maybe. Amen God. Amen Horus, Amen Zeus, Amen Aphrodite, Amen Artemis, Amen Ans' opposers, Poonanny Amen God.. Poo Lord God Nanny.

Thoughts can translate into psychotic poetry
Without the right medicat ion
Which I have more than willingly been taking
But I feel psychotic again
I don't think they're giving me clozapine anymore
Because it was working
And I felt a lot less schizophrenic.

I wouldn't necessarily call it a lack of conscience, in fact, in some ways quite the opposite, but in this essay I present an interpretation of the autonomy of human beings versus structural design,

There are no hidden patterns., they're just a distraction and a reason to build on scientific discoveries. What's intrinsic in autonomy goes beyond awareness or perception and involves biological discrepancies, mainly in the stomach, so where your intuition and feelings lie.

The claimant of these conditions, or rather, person, suffering from these conditions, is under obligation that they are (what are so called client), to esure they are not murdered. Yet they can be locked up, harassed by the police and have their rights taken away. So they can have their lives taken away. As well s the previous owner(s) pressuring the victim into suicide.

Basically this is one definition of autonomy being taken away.

So where is the conscience when the person acting, relevantly, in other words unaware of the true nature of the alien world most of the time.

Well, I would argue that conscience is a part of the soul, and to reach beyond your own conscience, which you may still choose to ignore,  but even if, like most of us do, we keep ignoring it, the soul will always kick in.

and each time it does you become more resilient to the evil around you, and with some confidence, have a more powerful soul. Then if you can accept past mistakes and learn from them,
and grow a steady conscience too.

Ah, the good old days
when you'd be in hilarity at my constipation
it feels  like they're going away


              C.I.A

Oh how we chuckled and accused each other
of things


was it just a fling?

Well I don't want a one night stand either way

I'm devoted
but not to you


- my causes

so if you want to jump on board
you're still welcome

Amen Lord. Amen C.I.A. Poonanny Aphrodite.

Cossmic Jive
as Bowie put it
is a

a sasparino plug esplande
formed swannishly like a trip with
your boyfriend to the zoo

and he tries to throw you into one of the enclosures
takes an unflattering picture of you
and then descends into a false crisis
whereupon
you become a genuine problem to him


and you think how many people am I truly a problem to?

the saintly melodic air of the starlit voice
is a companion to the music but
to philosophy

a lonesome yet succulent study of imitation, of the chorus which gropes at the heartbeat and snuggles into the symbols.

Amen Lord. Poonanny.

I describe it with wwords
time and time again
this coronation of archangels
puking in the face of the law.

red seas swarming bbeside the sunsets
that we get used to seeing

like our own lives
in reverse

you can take a picture
but as soon as that pictures taken

youve just created another cement block
in your memory


for the daily wanderer
gets much more out of a manic episode

than a mental patient

but as i was ill advised (I suppose it was advice)

there are limited options in life.

I think i heard another angel *****.

Amen angels and God and Jesus.

one look in the mirror
and the world stands still
trying to even out the twisty
bits of skin and turns of smile

It's all quite typical really

except in the misnaming of
the person who had, first, the original beauty
but beauty is standardized these days
and technology can do anything with a face


i personally, dress like a *****, and hardly ever shower or bath

but i've always got some excuse

usually, I suppose it's, if I ask myself why, deep down


because I don't want to fit in.

Attitude stored
for frostbitten
conditions whereupon the bitter fingers
can show naught but malice to the snow.

A flying ant
who seems to do nothing
but trespass upon summer
evenings fades into the night
like an applause given to
a helicopter.

all this drudgery
was it worth it?
they'll ask at the end

when the robots still aren't
real but peoples mentalities
are more stuck than the robots
with their narrow version of the soul

well if it wasn't for the drudgery there's be no more drudgery
and people seem to enjoy bringing themselves down
a lot these days

so the drudgery was well worth it yes.

The changes which occur as far as our perception is concerned occur subliminally.

Like a polar bear shaking water off its fur

The droplets fly too fast for us too I notice them, and just as much, on the other hand we are embodying that change as one or perhaps, depending on where we've been placed in the matrix, or more of the globules of water.

This just metaphor

But each drop is a whole globe which encapsulates our psyches, which is different to our minds,
Which allows the key element, as far as sustaining intelligence is concerned, our brains, to be kidnapped by ultra sound that issues from alien life, and is connected to technology, which we are also connected to through our whole selves. Including cerebrally.

What initiated this disparity between personal thoughts and them being incorporated into a design which allows human beings to be controlled, well, aliens would argue is purely evolutionary. But, like many others, I believe it comes from individual acts of selfishness, unwillingness to connect on a deep and meaningful level, choosing to serve the government to protect your wealth, which in this case is huge. And overall
Just a 'i can do it so I will' attitude.

Of course a lot of this stuff is underground, and so here I am required to make a distinction between lack of awareness of what goes on around x, and an underground which operates even more deceitfully and corruptively than y would see if z were always aware. Or had an exceptional level of awareness which gave them the advantage, should they choose to use it of getting better care where you will often find lone human beings, which is the often harsh and neglectful landscape of psychiatric hospitals.

Here, we don't need to go into a lot of detail except to say they outright procure nonsense. And all of the patients there are simply acting, and the staff are - also - all aliens.

This segregation impacts humans severely. And they are either punished with boredom, **** and being patronized: depending on their level of awareness, slowly guided towards suicide if theyre too aware as well as, if they continue, stripped of all their freedom; and audaciously with all this still lied to, in a form of played up ignorance and making false claims about their mental health status, criminal capacity (this is often severely overblown, as of course when you have an alien controlling your levels of aggression - which in itself is enough to wind any sane person up - if in alignment with the fact that the aliens that live inside of us, are the ones we most often come across deliberately engaging with our..how do I put it? Alien physiology. For example telling the humans alien to attack or feel shame or just numb towards the real alien). Without any entitlement to fair legal representation, and not accepting structural disintegration as an authentic view and potential solution to the blatant racism towards, lying to, and just general disregard for human life across all nations as examined herein.

POoNaNNy g.  o.       d!!!!!!!!! ❤️

Ive never been there
But alike to the woodland
You find everywhere
It's a container for
Horror movies in hotels
Priceless small businesses
That are more of a friendly organization

I've heard it's a dime hidden in a soil ***
Swarthed with an anti racist attitude
And although overpriced
The wanting there for warmth
Takes secondary stance
To bibliographic amenities

Following round the populace
Of amsterdamn with the scent
Of inspiration, relaxation
And superb awareness

It's already an idyllic place for the elderly
(If they're rich enough - that's the sad part)
But why not bring the whole NHS over abroad
To the Netherlands
As an idyllic place for the mentally ill too?

They should at least advertise this kind
Of thing privately

To get the ball rolling

Poonanny cannabis creating God
Amen Lord.
Excellent in French politicians... Who are not needed anyway

Lets admit it
Politicians don't make change they just create drama
Or do it as a hobby.
Both basically.
Poodaddy.
Matilda.
Chocolate spread.
Bakery bread.
Zombie swords.
Dimensional animals.
Black denim jeans.
Dave black song.
Not being taken seriously.
Lucidity champagne ****** waterfalls coloured white.
Unicorns.
Katy perry.
**** **** of children.
Mast.
Fast food.
A universe with a hole in it.
Cyanide.
Bootlegged ******.
Honour thy mum and dad.
Soul mates.
Did I?
Epiphany.
Colourful painting.
Perusing...vain
Using understanding abusively
Burp/****

The colour was blue
Well kinda blue for
A bathroom floor
Anyway

The ceai pas groaned
That it's graces were not
Enough
To overcome vices

So labelled them
Disadvantages

Just like a weaved basket
Bounces gently off the side
Of its carrier

Rest, recovery and
Just generally the things
That most people
Perceive they can never have

Are at that moment perfectly
Attainable

So why not always?

Will the gods come and live with
Us someday?

What would they say to use
Mere mortals?

I don't expect they'd be too focused
On what we had to say

And just get on with creating
Lasting change out of their
Spiritual powers.

Sometimes I believe I'm a goddess

And I write as such

Often with things that only
The gods would understand.

If influence is
Money

Then a retractable intuition
May parry
With the
Nots and knots

The office stations and tablet decoy
Regarding themselves
As renegade paedophilia
.the objective goal is
To turn us into unbeleivers

Whereas the subjective goal
Is force their own beliefs onto us

Poonanny, Amen God for the truth has been expressed authentically

Trying isn't always good enough
Certainly when the brains overcooked

Like a **** boil of
Germinated potatoes
Washed and lashed out
Into the *******

Spinelessness is apartage
Of the most indecent sliced bits
And wherein some might where an apron
And some gloves

But when the bitter cold of the guru
Capitulates it's heir to the golden loom
Nothing can be stolen

Poonanny I say to them
Amen Lord

Injunction for unnecessary
Stability
Prespiring beneath island sun

When will our day come?
When will our day come?

When the cornering of
The Caucasian
Is a rug of anomalies
(Metaphorically speaking)

And all microphones are
Megaphones
Tussling with that age old
Slave whistle

They took over the music industry
With enpasse
And Ruled the other side as much as
Underside
Without a true leader

To precure perfection
One must have had a life
Of preparation

And still then
One always doubts themselves

Like a flannel tossed to the side of
The bathroom.

There's is a disease like a nut shelling
Cracked and nutritious looking
But really useless.

And Battenburg cake won't help our descriptions
Of them,
Even if they're old.

Poonanny lord

Cloud 9
Disposing or my disposition
Can do it
Like a pair of marracers
Held by both their cheapest
And most expensive lovers
Following you around.

signed Amy Elizabeth Stares
Amen God

Preemptive askance the a(l(u)minationcrashed under deceived by craukflakes o'clock

An opportunity tunes into
You
If you relay information intuitively
And go with the the flow

Indecision will be common
But as long as you
Listen to your conscience
Occasionally

Then the rivers of
Fortune will flow.

The music sounded
like a chorus of anti Christmas tunes

Boggling the squashed fly
On the window sill
From an instant of thrill
To ironic rot

But one cannot be racist
Against flies
For the make food
An analysis
Which people
Would hate coming from a fly

Along with a synopsis
Of culture.


But there's no need to be racist to
A fly

They're actually very emotionally sensitive
As in, you can tell they have autism
In the way that they stim with their legs

Or arms rather
If you're not being racist to the fly

When you come
to the end
of the road

there's always a frustration
that whimpers stoically
about refreshment

blazing with it's *****
Of entirety
like a telephone off the hook

a shutdown system
where status doesn't matter

Abent in my mind
i have the eye shakes again.
where
everything seems to be
unequivacely  straight
along the streetless roads

or hidden in the back of my retina

a succour of colour there
to defend the maritime marathon
of eager sprinting to the sightless
bat

before the noise of what you don't even know what you will perceive
drives  me to madness


and the frontier platoon
guess at
well i'm just a blind girl
why would I tell them?

Amen african Gods
p.s **** Nigeria,
Zimbabwe

and just africa in general
AMEN.

They say you should reach out for help
but what if when you tell others
they become unreachable?

In the mysteries of supermarkets
where it's not clear
exactly where certain things are

one turns to the more
sophisticated
either asking for assistance

Or simply visiting a library instead.

The descent was nothing but a dent then
interrupted by the escalators that function
so wildly

as relatives that don't look like relatives
amble on by.

To be a dew drop
would be nothing like
being the ocean

it wasn't ever meant to be
personified that way

more like the sound of relief
and the unknown
because you never know what is coming
at the time of the morning
at which dew drops appear.

'vertisments force us to underwhelm
the diagnosis
that pertrevies la honourisms
of a steak
stuck in the cows belly

i've had aan idea
ad it doesn't involve people
paciing to and fro like pupateers
hogging the lmelight (or the funds)
no questioning of this idea
or any of my others

for they are applicable to the first paragraph
of this poem
which clearly states a level of genius AND cultural awareness if not spirituality that cannot be denied.

Per se.

Signals of disappearance
from her cruel stares
at God

But first
the enervation
of animals laid to waste
by their own instincts


you can chew on your food
even choke on it
but it'll never be a solar flare
for all the other
things
you associate with it.

The distortion makes for piece by piece
offence to the watercolour stained memories
that just couldn't quite make it through
to consciousness.
But not entirely wasted
as when silence finally descends
it is in the middle of the street
that only a select, weathered, utopian seekers
have in their possession

and upon rain slugged lips,
an  ambush of causation
tripling on the inside
whatever
he sees with his eyes
jests that the effect is
nothing but slavery.

Metered synopsis' call out
to the unguided
as the faithful
receive them
as entire books.


All is an iillusion
I partake in this poetry
only to confirm that.

as my lava lamp like persona
drifts on freely
stumbling up against
only further unrealities

Except some are enforced by
those who see things clearly

And if I am a minus in this
great equation of life
let there be a plus
that although technically is
unreachable
from my perspective


is handed to me eternally
just out of love.

Amen Lord and Jesus.

Delusion is like a Summer spent in a mental hospital
eating crap
and seeing the sun in the same small place over adn over again
It's like never having been traveling
and then through some ill fitting prostitution career
believing there's a load of decent men who want to take you on holiday
It's about time and space. It's about feeling the need to define your realty versus making a better life.
It's about believing people who are not who they are, when they speak, believing every word they say or hint they drop you.
it's about not needing safety from your own mind.
but more from clever people who see through your attempts at magic.
It's continuing the writing even though you suspect every letter is delusional.
it's about being fascinated by everything, just not everyone.
Because those are the people who made you clinically delusional, and who accuse you of being delusional still.

Delusion is like a Summer spent in a mental hospital
eating crap
and seeing the sin in the same small place over adn over again
It's like never having been traveling
and then through some ill fitting prostitution career
believing ther's a load of decent men who want to take you on holiday
It's about time ans=d space. It's about feeling the need to define your realty versus making a better life.
It's about believing people who are not who they are, when they speak, believing every word they say or hint they drop you.
it's about not needing safety from your own mind.
but more from clever people who see through your attempts at magic.
It's continuing the writing even though you suspect every letter is delusional.
it''s about being fascinated by everything, just not everyone.
Because those are the people who made you clinically delusional, and who accuse you of being delusional still.

sitting in a car park
with my father
my legs half dangling out the car
half questioning him
because they were half in the outside world
of his own space

I rebuked all professional qualities
of a schizophrenic

to ask the **** question

why can't I go with mum
to see chris in the mental hospital?
'I've been in mental hospitals before'
'yeah but this is different he exclaimed in a flat tone

And it was because I didn't care about my brother anymore
And about secret guilt, I had the same kind for the rest of my family.
I mean i labelled them my family,
but there was something off about our connection.

Apparantley that's normal though.
but it says in the bible honour thy mother and father

So supposed they haven't honoured me as a child or whatever
Does that still mean, if I'm not going out of my way, which I never was for them, because they weren't for me, that I should still honour them? Yes it does. Amen Lord and Jesus. Thank you.

something of importance signals devastation in our immune systems
we try to loose it through being down
because all we know are the words tht have already been used.
the truths we tell go unheard because we're being controlled by words we know.
The egg cracks like a world falling with feathers
and we focus on our dislike for politics
instead of scrapping the whole thing
under the river there are pipes
which some people are involved with
but others - they'd see their houses
as themselves.
but current levels of appearance
differ with the bigger picture.
the milk float passes by and another underhanded frustration
of the day gets called out
on by some stranger 
 pretending he's not an alien.
The legs of the mannequin
give in, and as we lift our eyes up
to a fully consumed Jesus, the body as a container
leaks nothing but *******.
Our annoyance is
our assonance
and as we grow older the answers
come naturally to us.

Except the politicians still don't hear it.
Not because they don't want to.
they love to do a little bird ****
on us here
heart operation on us there.

But the scam is funny.
Although it steals your dreams,
and makes a quiet scene
instead of noble portrait of you,
the ignorance that surmounts day by day
is being counted from up above.
and to be a little lily
you don't have to be a grand canyon -
that when it opens

exposes a whole host of thriving anger,
which cannot regenerate.

so while you keep on regenerating -
aliens -
we are sat here waiting

for you to disappear,
which you instinctively
do.
Just like mother earth
is instinctively still
for most of the time.

Do you see now Immortal technique fans; human beings?
we will be safer
once the propaganda,
like immortal techniques,
and the politics,
and corruption go away.

Which they will, I promise.
Poonanny for the unknowneth
time mighty Lord and Christ.
I put my trust in you.
Amen.

As they perpetually spawn inside us
i suppose the music is a byside
a well crafted distraction, that keeps those reaching out for autonomy
to soon be tricked by and settle for
a balance isn't made of hidden control, and resistance
it;s made of in our face rock 'm' roll lets do damage to these controllers who hide. Amen God.

At times i fee like
technology is all that there is
and ruefulness over the stratosphere,  ******* my memory into the sky
leads the adverts on to bugging me even more.
How do you discern between a quiet benevolent calm?
And one that's going to sneak up on you with a gutless, racist roar....?
There are no definite patterns,
Science is nothing but maths.
And maths is nothing but an art form,
So it' just basic that magic is connected to art
whatever you love is magical for you
science fo a lot of people then.

Well, if you saw science as an art form
and not a means to an end
you may start to find the magic of science too

but if you believe science IS on it's own
well, there's plenty of evidence for that being peoples' opinion
but if you don't believe in fate, then you are someone who strictly doesn't believe in fate
therefore fashioning concepts artistically that support the idea of intervening elements if science... makes progress,.... and then there needs be no belief in science. Just another reason to take evidence from science s a factual practice when really it's so complicated not to have elements of magic?

Sometimes our convictions aren't strong enough to hold weight
they argue with the done thing, the evil baby syndicate and the  1,2,3,4 of a simple catchy indie love tune,
if our ears have been open all the time,
but we feel either our ears or mouths have been closed then the polices suspect a ****** is going on.
when really we just miss our loved ones.
my best friend has just completed her p.h.d and even though it breaks my heart to think she's not a part of my life at the moment when it would mean so much to me at this time of my life she was i will allow her to be my muse Apollo. Poonanny.

Nothing could ever stop her from questioning her coolness and then the realness of what is was she discovered would be smiled away or worried about for months on end.

She is a little bit of chaos, that's her traumatized side, which she's always trying to dig out and hide, because if she gets i in the opened there's more likely to be a scientific proof for it. But she never elts science completely overtake her because she's too beautiful. And will show that to you with the proof of her soul if you get to know her.

Amen Apollo.
pllllllllllergh Aphrodite.
'walking on a sunny, winters day' - Zeus

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.

I just added variables because they're mostly extraneous to the word variables.
What fantasy adventure is this? That involves an invisible lock key
And a degrading, at best rude, presentation of everything.

Standing at the pulpit, I spoke words that I did not understand in front of a crowd in a church but embedded themselves in my mind anyway.

I really think we should all go and live in then woods or "on beaches" if we care about our world.

Stay in caravans, yes, whatever but we need a more sustainable future for our children, and can learn things by living in the woods about the power of mother earth.

Poonanny mothers everywhere.

Ignorant achoos perplexing the absent perspex
When I went to prison they stole my nice dress
Afrobeats can be good, the selection on right now is
Though I just rather naively as so latently it's for a purpose though.

Or maybe I could be realizing it again.
Oh thaaaaaaaat.t
It's not for a purpose then is it?0

Come on, spill the beans!

As the morphine that's for standardized depression, and unimaginable giftedness that causes depression in hospital environment and generalized anxiety and autism symptoms labelled Ritalin kicks in... It no longer seems to matter so much that I'm wasting time. I've never got to do that in my 30s, and I must do it efficiently, effectively and comfortably so to get on with things later on, whilst still maintaining my Ritalin prescription. Poonanny. I don't feel like writing anymore, I feel like chilling out and listening to some new music that's actually worth listening to,but I doubt it's there,on Spotify I mean. Amen.