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Tuesday 8:00 p.m.
I youtubed Heart Attack and Vine by Screaming Jay Hawkins and got ready to leave the jobbie.
I bet she's still a virgin, but it's only twenty five to nine. You can see a million of them down on Heart Attack and Vine. Tom Waites.
It was blowy, wet and horrible when I met the pizzaman at the school gates. There is an irony there somewhere. Felt great doing the exchange in the bus shelter. I would like to be played in the movie by Marlon Brando like he was in On The Waterfront. I love scoring. There always something wonderful about it. So happy days are here again!
I took the photie of the hut on Sunday. The shelf where the rat was waiting was full of stuff when I was sitting there with the rat behind me. I was amazed at how big it was.
The open daffodils are in Inverleith Park. The half shut ones were outside the hut.
So yesterday I got in from the jobbie, had something to eat, and lay down on the couch with my magic towel over me. I love these wee sleeps. Then I got up and meditated for a wee bit over an hour. Then I read Denis Lehane for an hour. Then I meditated while watching teevee with the noise blockers on and the eyes shut. Then a wee chat, and more teevee watching except not. By the end of all this I must say I did feel quite warm, but not in a localised way at all. Because I can't do the visualisations. But it's like glowing a wee bit; and all over warmth. It never happens they way you think it's going to happen.
The weather was bad yesterday for those walking about, but this evening it's just diabolical. I'm not going out in it. I think I'll try turning into a porridge oats advert and wait for the cannybliss to come on.
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Pretty flowers. I've got a few up. But this morning I also have an inch of sn*w/ice on my garden. This weather is nutting me up.
The seeds in my green house aren't coming up yet.
I need spring.
Marie! This is the second time I've commented on your comment! Anyway, it's blinking baltic here today! The springtime has retreated. Bugger! Hotboy
I say!
Marlon Brando didn't have facial leprosy. He'd need a lot of makeup.
MM III
Mingin'! It's only a wee bit of leprosy! I was looking at something of a vampire movie makeover, so having leprosy would fit right in. Hotboy
I say!
If you scrape some skin flakes off your face, put them in an envelope with $5 and send them to Wilson, c/o me at Box 370 - Oh - remember to mark "Contents not edible" on the outside of the envelope, as the censors sometimes open letters - he says he will take them to the witchdoctor who specialises in leprosy and you will be cured withing a month.
MM III
I say!
If you scrape some skin flakes off your face, put them in an envelope with $5 and send them to Wilson, c/o me at Box 370 - Oh - remember to mark "Contents not edible" on the outside of the envelope, as the censors sometimes open letters - he says he will take them to the witchdoctor who specialises in leprosy and you will be cured withing a month.
MM III
Mingin'! I think it must have been a yeast infection from drinking German beer. The pustules are drying up nicely now. Hotboy
Porage oats ad. I like the imagery. You could become a writer. Maybe go easy on the pustular references.
Porage oats ad. I like the imagery. You could become a writer. Maybe go easy on the pustular references.
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