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29 Nov 2021

Eureka!

 ... them's normally saved until after the bath.

Now i have my boxes of poignant imagery. But some are boxes of the most poignant imagery that has an element, unfinished. Just maybe of use.... there is only ever one quest or Oddessay... one simplest requirement. Obviously.


And there is a sequence to clearing my desk for the last time and i still have not got to this one, here,  because this one really is super duper poignant, in that i suspect he is dead....my for some years proto-dad, who taught me so much....especially about never ever booze if you have a hole inside you were dad should be, and European women. 



And he needs true poise and grace and gratitude...

(in his memorial here - a few notes yet to do)

But then a two fer one...

It is impossible to forget that night. We were snowed in, to the airport, and she came home with me at last....

Now how on earth can one translate that Britain was indeed 'great' once.....and all political cirrecentess and sensitivity is counter love.... true love. I only had one in my twenties and protodad approved even if she wasn't a Continental and a mere Cluck...

But he knew she was like me an Island; an incongruit√©

A great British woman  - here long enough to adopt our customs, despite her very very fancy graduate degree, rushing out in the morning to go and work for low pay at the wokiest organisation in history - Miter Rix's Mencap, she merely his typist...

left behind a love note....

With the correct heading that maybe only the Great Britains knew ... meant i love you. Always. Read between the fuckin lines.... left on our bedsheets ... which a true lover would also keep forever. But we better not get 'disgusting'...


Anyway we shall come back to them, but him....  If he is still alive I need him, now... 


However ... the boxes...and needs must. I had saved some weeks one for last well it won't be 'last' because i need it now. 

There is simply no better image that shows we must never ever ever take the sad and damaging acts of others to heart. Never... once our scars have healed enough to not rub too much as one chuckles from the belly.... 

Use THEIR currency, to make MY point... oh i wish I had a camerawoman she won't believe me, and it is the one last chance....


But it is as the great songwriter wrote oppression that is the tutor, and injustice, the nurse.... and if you can get all those nurses scrubbing your back in the tub at once as...

just may have been my Platonic progressing it all.... a bit


And even he - so many years they tried to steak via copyright blockin the most perfect solution to it all (adjusted and modernised for Miss Oh Jenny's times back then, to now,  when the bloke should be at home nowadays doin the housework and makin err din dins...) 



oh this is absurd you put the exact title into your blogger search bar to 'insert video' of the best song ever, almost and the stupid idiot owned by Oggle and The Tube cannot even find it on its own 'platforms' ..

so we have to do it by the not so pretty method...

NURSE / TUTOR song  

I do believe only Afeni and Malala would actually ever 'get'..



Anyway back to work. As i say... Monday bath .... first.

needs must.

And tis is out of the actually about two months planned 'sequence' oh well how sad never mind...needs must. Not that anyone ever can read and ponder any lacuna any more...



Though i cannot tell that story even if it is the actual foundation of poignant2021 which started in 2020 ... because you want just one person you can trust, always, loyal at least on one aspect of life, and understand what love and discretion mean when they are actually necessary in perfect harmony "it would not be in her interests if she knew  just how absurdly happy and functional [as many do attest in fact hate me for as they all became dysfunctional.except for the cowgirl...]  i have been....yet

"....and maybe the bar of soap actually from 'Stockholm' [this is a live as it happens grande finale ]






may jolt her into realising...never ever ever bear any grudges...  never ever take others mess or detritus or holes in their hearts  to heart even when they buggered your own... and remember there is always tomorrow....always.."