A GATHERING UP OF ME MARBLES
Me dreams were so deep and real and memory became, itself, became as if alive. I had forgotten most of all that.
Me dreams, oh me dreams, from on-the-back and from laying, laying down, down to breather-breath-intake-mode as a zone, a different breath.
Whenever possible.
Feel the plastic.
One week in bed re-invents the present ghost.
One week in bed escapes the present ghosts that haunt... ...
Friday, November 21, 2008
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'One week in bed re-invents the present ghost'
Think I prefer One Night in Paris.
Sorry you've been ill, Zola. We've missed you. Hope you are better now.
Did you meet the ghostest with the mostest?
Still gathering up and back me marbles.
After all that crap pumped into moi it begins to feel like a cold turkey christmas before closing time.
But hell I just strung a few words together and that is something that will shock a few of you lot !
Shocked me, ya quainte.
Antidote?
Write it all down.
Take your medicine like a man, and then you'll be better enough to imbibe something more agreeable at Christmas.
Far too much illness all around me at present. My daily meditation get-well-vibe-beaming list is about a yard long.
But I have just finished stringing about 90,000 words together into my Memoirs, which should shock you lot as well.
Keep warm, keep resting, and keep smiling, dear Zola.
Merky boy remains as an incentive to rebel and the Anticant just keeps on the pressure to do what you can do and doo-do-well.
Is this a kick up the arse?
Oh yes.
" I'm going to be back soon....back soon...".
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