bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Sunday 22nd November 2020.

My tiny red van and i will move deeper into Christmas Pressue this week time will mean many things, possibly gibberish might spread across this wide blank screen making no sense at all from a tired mind or possibly none at all until Christmas Eve...Should the Govt allow such a festival to be..aint half some normal way..i might sit here simply blowing bubbles to myself or sat here not even turning on this here machine simply dressed in wrinkled stockings with a glass of wine thinking wow i have made it through the day and my 39th Postal Christmas...I have ready my Christmas hat which will make me giggle at times i picked it up from a supermarket on Saturday a woolly spiderman hat it simply whispered i dare you, please buy me don't leave me here forlorn on a rack..and thus Christmas 2020 begins for me the most strangest and madest i can recall in all my years...

To all whom pass this way love and peace take care...So Goeth...x

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