At the bus stop the other day, a man with a briefcase, bowler hat, and grey overcoat was looking at his mobile phone. The message seemed to annoy him. The screen was just within my line of sight. It was some weird website called planetdearth. The man read the item, and pressed the delete button.
The boot of the car clicks shut with the bound and gagged editor of the Sunday Times struggling to understand the artistic merits of some silly suburban guerrilla group looking for a new paintball target. The car moves off towards the wilds of the Lakes District, obeying all speeding zones.
Zero tolerance for agressive behaviour is the post 9/11 rule. Don’t think, don’t be strange, don’t be interesting. Grey is the new black. Art is new new grey. Politics is new olde.
There is no Planet Dearth. And I knew its definition. Dearth is created by cunning slave making mathematicians. I work for the enablers of Joy, Prometheus is my mentor, Buddha my Brother. Kali my Sister.
I have contemplated the technology for years and hybridized a solution. Now I just need the social presentation to implement it. Are you royalty? Who sent you? Did I tell you I Love You yet? I do.
What is it only your beauty, Brilliance, Bitchiness? I see only a Woman with immense gifts to give and no one yet that deserves them. Now you have. I am the one.
I am a more selfish Ego than you. I am working to make my ailing Earth a paradise again. I have the intellect, passion and motivation. My whole life has been devoted to being non normal. And I don’t say Baaaa.
At the bus stop the other day, a man with a briefcase, bowler hat, and grey overcoat was looking at his mobile phone. The message seemed to annoy him. The screen was just within my line of sight. It was some weird website called planetdearth. The man read the item, and pressed the delete button.
The boot of the car clicks shut with the bound and gagged editor of the Sunday Times struggling to understand the artistic merits of some silly suburban guerrilla group looking for a new paintball target. The car moves off towards the wilds of the Lakes District, obeying all speeding zones.
Zero tolerance for agressive behaviour is the post 9/11 rule. Don’t think, don’t be strange, don’t be interesting. Grey is the new black. Art is new new grey. Politics is new olde.
There is no Planet Dearth. And I knew its definition. Dearth is created by cunning slave making mathematicians. I work for the enablers of Joy, Prometheus is my mentor, Buddha my Brother. Kali my Sister.
I have contemplated the technology for years and hybridized a solution. Now I just need the social presentation to implement it. Are you royalty? Who sent you? Did I tell you I Love You yet? I do.
What is it only your beauty, Brilliance, Bitchiness? I see only a Woman with immense gifts to give and no one yet that deserves them. Now you have. I am the one.
I am a more selfish Ego than you. I am working to make my ailing Earth a paradise again. I have the intellect, passion and motivation. My whole life has been devoted to being non normal. And I don’t say Baaaa.
Wondrously original and different. Kudos! Looking forward to reading more…
Alright, you’re definitely a person after my own heart..this is good…
YOU ARE GREAT MADAM. WOW HATS OFF. WHAT A sensibility. Standing Ovation to YOU!!!
I love this stuff. You’re words are food and I am starving.
You’ve been officially my role model, your words are the weapon. ♥
Salve SE Sever. Good to find you & http://planetdearth.com
cool site.love your posts.
no dearth of intellectual skills.. that’s for sure!!
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you are unarguably talented!!!
you’re superb honey lots of love…