bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Wednesday 3rd January 2007.

I am really missing the bitch and it is already day three of the new year,i wish she was so very near,alas the three fates have other ideas and so i must wait until a time that might come and then what,if i should stand before her..who would come out first to play.
Today i never saw the sun it shrunk behind the clouds in one of those dark moods,of sod off..!!! and leave me in peace..which is maybe the mood the bitch is in, worn out by life itself the daily churn of this wheel mankind has created, or is it really us, me, that makes us trawl through the under growth catching the leaf mould looking for the cunt in life.The imagination is all,it is perhaps the only freedom we have left..since all the gains of the 1960's are vanishing before our very eyes and for whom the bell tolls is playing very loud.Yet those that are plying this trade are our very own generation the flower power generation are giving us a good fucking and yet we say nothing except shrug our shoulders pull our collars up to the wind slip on our soft shoes and look for the music which lit the candle of hope back in those now far off days that they seem almost to have not have happened,becoming almost biblical by the fact did it really happen..i have heard bob dylan in the supermarket playing to buckets full of green cabbage in between buy one,get one free,if i mention this to others of my generation..the old wordage if your doing nothing wrong why worry..i cannot help thinking of that poem..verse...or whatever..with the line first they came for...and i did nothing.It sings to me..making me watch the i saw three herons flying low i thought of there beauty grace i stood and watched as they flew past in silence i took great heart that all the world is not shitty and not even the political correct can stamp on such flight.They reminded me of some one dear to me someone found in this swamp to light the miners lamp and swing at least some hope.

For once my mother gave something worth while during the festive season a gift voucher for Boarders..ohh i thought..a book and some music...i choose Oasis and the track wonderwall was on which again reminds me of someone close..the book well i am beginning to doubt and feel like closing the cover and giving to the dust bunnies after being so excited that i could just dribble at the though of turning over the pages the open few chapters were wow..and i thought gosh..and then something i usually do not do happened i turned to almost the end and read one or two sections..and i have to say my heart sank..the word deviant came up in big black letters..and i thought gosh is that possibly me also...i wonder if it says in the bible though shalt not suck cock on any page..and why should i be a christian..?? and is it my fault that rather than spend sunday morning in a church i would given the chance be sank beneath a pew sucking cocks rather than singing hymns and then walking out into the sunshine and blowing up a few muslims.If i had been going to church all my life would the London bombings have not happened are we lost in the west because who the fuck is god...and other humans think god is the best thing since sliced bread..aaarrhh well back to the step on the clod is at least a stride forward.

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