bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
bichoose
bichoose

Sunday 19th June 2011.

How soon my Trinity Sunday pops around the corner to greet me with lavish laughter, grunts as high speed cannon balls all in a hotch potch of ticking clocks fumbled sighs and motion that constitutes the bashing of grey matter around the crazy street mix with elaborateness of a one armed paper hanger in hobnailed boots tied with pink laces.
Which means that i am quite well on this brave overcast day in June, as my mind chews cud,my mouth blows bubbles,visionary bubbles after catching up on various blogs some of which i am a mere lurker dressed only in a flasher mac,one of those prehistoric lightweights where an instant cock can flash on words conjured in the minds sparrow pit,the place where wood nymph's dance in contorted curly leaf embraces as sexuality in all its forms are canvassed in white washed paint and pinned to the thin walls of the ever moving cyber space. To be view by those whom chance has pinched quite nicely on the bum whilst quite yearning to be a voyeur queen.
Then there are blogs where you want to weep as agony is painted in deep red across the cyber sky,an out pouring of not so much grief but bewilderment as to what is going to bring forth for them as the next Trinity Sunday begins to be cranked up by the hobnailed boots dwellers. 
My White Page Goddess has remained silent today, is it i wonder the shock of me trying to make a blog of this cyber space that does not dally in fits, as i tack my ship into the full force of the gale,the great unknown beckons the horizon is murky the cloud spill touchable yet does one shrink back to port, and the same warmth of the dungeon, that keeps the collar pulled up tight,in sleeted inflicted lashes by those whom wishes dominate the crusted hand holding the tiller...I am the captain of my ship.perhaps..!!..perhaps i do not want to be either. 
Subscribe

  • Wednesday 24th November 2021.

    Does it seem another year on from the last Thanksgiving... i wonder, then perhaps it does, perhaps i had a childish notion...creeping around the…

  • Tuesday 16th November 2021.

    This is just a big Boo Boo....to this white screen and beyond, time is not mine until the last Christmas Card is delivered on Christmas Eve...Thank…

  • Wednesday 3rd November 2021.

    The time is just past...Leonard Cohen's...famous blue raincoat song, from which a famous few words about 4am in the morning fill the mind, if…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments