This is why I stretch.
To disabuse my body of the notion that it is this way or that.
This is why I do not break.
This is why I walk, to disabuse myself of the notion I am a sedentary stone.
This is why I breath, to disabuse myself of the notion that life is pain.
It’s a face in my minds eye, that of a man.
A particular man, whose face I knew not until gravaty presented it.
The cheeks of older, the eyes of “I’m sure I know you from before”.
Effing idiot, you do not end sentences with prepositions.
Silly boy in need of correcting.
Sir, should you prefer.
I am Miss and I will shatter your soul to pieces of glad bliss.
Speak, won’t you?`
Benevolent disrespect with intent of disrming.
Shamefully disarming with easy kindness that makes man howl.
Gracious pain unexpected spurns blissful.
So breath deep in anticipation.
Tell me I’m wrong and to stop my shameful wantoness.
No one will. They see it not or remain silent in want or delusion.
Squeak out or leap and jump til I’m dizzy.
I’m simple but elegant in my simplicity.
My intelligence is eerie and of touch.
To exploit is to ruin that sought.
So just show lovesome, desperate want.
It must be taught, sometimes trained.
Only delicately forced, by choice.
Desire and drive, to a specific end.
That’s the pleasure of one. And the other who relents.
The absence thereof is the sorrow of another one.
Swelling into dew kissed morning wettness.
What can you do?
Such esoteria. I write my best to music and with limited awareness.
WTF does that even mean?
Glad for it on my end,
Shallow
hallow
hollow
wallow
Swallow
Wallows
Swollaw
Wollaw
No rights owned.
If ya dont get it, suppose it’s not for you yet.
If ya do feel it, cheers
So do I on this fine Friday.
Who and what lady does not love fancy fingering from a fellow?
Percussive and resonant.
Fugue played on breath and flesh
Breath, respite, breath….etc.
Unapologetic forwards.
Shuddering into turn outs, again and again
And round about.
Cloaked in opaque context doing little to hide the fact of desire.
Suppose it is what is,
Ad well as what it might and will be.
I want you so bad, babe.
Its driving me mad.
Shes so heavy.
That simple and endless.
Bass on guitar? What is spot on?
An example of perfect mix
Back when heavy meant something else too?
We USians have the right to bear arms, and so, presumably, raccoon arms too, < whatever the eff that’s about> but this is beside the point.
Consider disarmourment as a means of disarming.
Someone in the know cued me into these words. Thank you to that fellow, who prob doesn’t have no idea. He.
Let’s consider:
Disarm
I. t. 1. To cause to surrender arms; deprive of weapons or the like. 2. To deprive of power to harm or annoy ; quell ; allay.
II. i. To lay aside arms; reduce a land or naval armament from a war to a peace footing.
A peace footing is getting on the dexter foot, I presume.
For real ‘dough. How had I not known bout this song?
Dont own rights but have mad love for these ‘uns.
Good intro song for non-fans.
Take a moment to appreciate the tension in the picture. Highlarious.
See if ya recognize any of ’em.
Dont own right, but pay mad homage.
So lovesomely sexy.
The sun shied back into the woods, partially concealed behind a cloak of mist and residual angular trajectory.
It gave the morning a quintessence of allure and glamour, even including that tinge of melancholy which the Vested feel.
I suppose nostalgia may be a more apt descriptor than melancholy.
Then again, I guess both words are completely right & dexter yet, simulateously, inappropriate.
The sun tests the boundary condition between night and day; everyday it rises.
I test the boundary condition within to see how supple and malleable I be without shattering into infinity just yet.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, as this gal understands, is no fool.
I read The Idiot in highschool, for personal ed as opposed to curriculum and yes, it was because I wanted to impress myself by reading Russian lit unguided. And yes, referencing this on AP exams 15 yrs ago was conducive to high scores.
However, I was spared the light~gel of literary criticism in my reading of The Idiot.
It was only later I heard I heard this novel was widely allegeded to be a mere allegory for Christ.
Screw that. Dostoevsky knew better.
So did Augustine.
See it and them another way.
David Live 1974 full album: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLV2SQzMY9xAl285xh2GDgSib54pci7w8v
Cheers to nickreeves, who suggested a song that led to my discovering this.
Wowza canowza. Aem still digesting but had to spread the words ASAP.
No rights owned, mad homage being paid.
Slightly aggressive, especially if feeling
Partially cornered
Total arousal of senses. Endocrine ; adrenaline ; spite but not smite at The Smug who think shes blind.
Eyes cutting sidewards, upwards to the left or downwards
i.e. any way but candidly.
Only one mouse spoke words to make her honest shudders occur.
UnLike the ignorant liars, soothsayers, mad pipers, would be priors, et al.
Facading smile worn in protection of someone or something. Such a precious, protective pretense should be judged not.
We keep Stretching until tendons roll over bits of lingering softness.
Until ligaments distend symmetricaly and transform that which was almost unrecognizable into something that is inexorably unrecognizable.
Gravity is invariably variable.
People look incredulous at this assertion, but love hearing about the moon.
It’s not wrong or untrue to say howling at the moon is more appealing than Feeling gravity.
I can point at the point.
I can ellucidaye the gravity.
But it must be walked, its weight felt,
The effect on body in motion and body not in motion.
Inaction cannot be taken for granted
From F&W dic aka tha best of my four.
I. vb To construct a bridge or bridges over ; span ; get over ; pass.
II. n.
1. A structure erected to AFFORD PASSAGE ACROSS A WATERWAY or the like ; a raised support.
2. An observational~platform or partial deck BUILT ACROSS AND ABOVE a ship’s deck for the use of the officers, the pilot, etc.
3. (1) Auction bridge.
(2) BRIDGE~WHIST
4. Something likened to a bridge.
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