bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Friday 12 December 2014.

The second working week of Christmas pressure riding the old work saddle begins to seep to an end..the weekend arrives and work is almost casual the pressure of the bucking bronco is a bit of a pimple, a swat of flies on treasure island, where the dusky maidens have long vanished which is perhaps why drones are being tested to replace the human saddle, the habit of the friendly wordage of...WTF...regarding working for nothing will meaning nothing for the actual Dan Dare..really coming to a house near you..will a drone be able to fly eggs with making an Christmas mish mash.....
Today the sun came out in only a spoon full..this urban sprawl was coated in grey..rain hail snow spat in spectacular fashion leaving no room for the mind but to sink beneath the cloth for simple warmth this time of year melancholy madness is a constant companion...a voice this morning in the office...wondered why Jesus was born in winter..and why we could not sit in the garden to eat the festive turkey in stead of cowering beneath this glaze of weather....on a door to a dwelling today was a poster...keep Christ in Christmas..with big words Peace and Joy.......across the picture in some colourful form...So Goeth...

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