THE FOUR SUSANS @ SUMMER SOLSTICE 2017
( prettye muche )
Ms ?Ynnit ( Kolee )
We know ?do we not that, in contrast to winter,
a writer starts, should start from what they know.
But where? does a freak start really, and a fraudulent freek to boo(t)
Well we know where He ends up.
In the shade-fearing, godsearing sun.
Without food & water.
Abandoning under bushes luguminous laptop,
casting cranky mobile into disluscent canal.
All'o'Which will allow his caulimanged ears to repair. to escape the sinking without grace
that phase The Deseritus Monkey of Olden-Tymes. O! I recognise, nay applaud your
reaction here - vacant rather than vacuous - Not HOW butt WHY
in the immortal words of ( ! O they aint dead yet !buga )
U c, K, whether we are on the meensydneygreenstreets of Kelostemy Inn ,
or some backdykewater out in the K.I sublands, we are all, all !mark U, holy-cursed
by the fact that to be born on a comet and to die on a comet is a stretch too far for us
ordinary peeps. Never the twain, so to speak, or never the twin, in your case, Ms. ?Y,
never the twin.
We can and must surround ourselves with the important things in life.
Here's the list:
White work transits; ice-cream trucks; hand-job car washes; caravans; driving schools;
And these things positively emblem the four crucial conditions of life:
That we fukked / more fukked / really fukked / holy fukked
For we are all suckmongered by the two ( ?or is it three )
Fundamental Points of Existence:
1. If you must bet on the hearses, ensure that you fill out the slip with full creative
2. Avoid! the faux in all its many guises - reality, personality, capacity
3. Know your enemies butt don't !sleep with them ( necessarily )
5. Never ! EVER acknowledge those smiling, swanning - and worse, !waving -
canal bargers. To do so is to give credibility to the sheerest of complacencies.
(which you, K, I Know, will say is very English .
Though it isn't ( necessarily ) )
hotchilled Professor in the blistering sun . . me & Margarita on the run
? ! dam/What was I thinkin' leavin' a pizza out in suche heat ? !
Find some shade and !quick For self-flogulation take its toll.
There's a rat scrummaging around some snozzling tramp - ! and in OUR park Kol, ffs ! - whilst a recumbent robin wonder what being The Nation's No 1 Bird ever really did for it.
And, in the absence of majesty, fear and loathing take route.
The 4 Degrees of Separation:
son - doing well / well enough ;
daughter - somewhere (apparently ) ;
wife - love(d) - separation ;
lover - love(d) - separation too, bu(t)t of a different hugh.
For I am, you well Know, TheEnglishman who went up a-bit-of-a-dick
and came down a completeanduttercunt.
You see, sweetK, when I assured you that there are just 4 psychobabblers worth their salt, and that those FOUR would provide the solid bass for my progressive work with you
- Freud Jung Charcot Ramsbottom-Goatworthy - well I lied
Truth is, I have grown tired of all this just makin' shit up
and your crisis of identity, evidenced in that welterwort of histerical info on you/us,
stored (previously) on my now-stashed-in-some-canalside-stogbrush laptop
but now at rest here ( perhaps ) for all to see. For you to see, at least.
It's New Year 2017, K ?Y
I can't help you any more.
!O not because your lovely young daughter was the unfortunate victim of a party that
got out of hand.
Nothing whatever to do with that actually.
More that I don't recognise you any more, Ms. ?Ynnit You've changed
You dunt even talk2me like U used to when you first came to see me, 'erelong/ago .
Still, it's no mendacity to believe that some of me has rubbed off on you, is ? it
That Eliza Lightsquall has learned how to be a less torrid party popper
and just a tad more proper like like her mentor Prof Hurricane.
Cuzz you're sounding more like The queen now, farting like her surely.
Why you'd even give some softsoap money away to barely-deserving c(l)auses
if you could afford it.
But WTF tbph f y i ffs I am just a tad badgered by your fairly fay&feigned agro
toward me when I get kwotin' peeps ( innit )
Of course you exaggerate, as is your want. You always have done, and always will,
Yes, you see my frust over my impot often 2 put thoughts2wordz, to pen my inspires,
which, for you, come from me bein' overdep on the deeds of others.
Yet it trans that persp sharpen the mind, if not the soul . . . and as I heatsweat in the
midday I stick a pencil on my nose and do the Einstein Doze.
here's how it goze :
hothothot frantikskrawljot hothothot
pensilfall wakejolt more/frantikskrawljot
here's how it pan out 4me :
pensil - led/wood
pensilfall - ledbrake - jusswood
(we got) LedwoodWoodwood
as sun beat down like a scald-cat
I'm a burnin' like TheWickerMan .
SikmentLoyne The Prof