Is THIS the last post?
19/12/2020...as we reach the celebratory times of the 2020 - and think - thank fuck it is almost through!
Christmas and then the bringing in of the New Year! Is the connection of planets, the ‘latest’ star of Bethlehem - high in’t sky, to highlight the end is nigh...? Or will it just simply be a fantastic phenomenon of the past present and future to be felt.
‘The December 21, 2020, great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn is already underway! It’s highly conspicuous in the west after sunset each evening now. On December 21, the pair will be only 0.1 degree apart. Some say the pair will look like an elongated star on that date. Will they? Or will they look like a double planet? What if you’re clouded out? How can you watch online?’
Crash bang wallop...as the world grinds through a wave of corona, it lunges this way and that in an attempt to cover the atrocities of the year. It beggars belief, the lunatics are running the asylum, ‘still’.
Are we all blind? Are we all deaf?
Are we all STILL sat on the naughty step?
Is the alignment (GREAT CONJUNCTION)
HAS NOBODY READ ANIMAL FARM...am I dreaming...am I asleep. OR AM I WOKE, looking the attrocities deep in the face and telling them to ‘do one?! … Fuck right off and leave me alone, in my pit of poor and depravity.
I got a role of paper today – packaging for the umpteenth parcel, I have had delivered to my door, I begin to explore its parameters and indulge in a time to reflect on my memories, what will it look like if writen by hand 'every time you made me cry'! Was added to the crinkled and 'slightly' torn coffee coloured paper - An essay of ill feelings and anxiety, words to convey my grief - the loss of myself, the fast pase through my childhood to woman in one foul swoop. You didn’t care a history of depravity, where alcohol has such a hold and men too, that you chased your tail and left your children.
Selfishness' right there... IT’S ALL ABOUT FUCKING YOU
ME ME ME
Just look at it.
Touch it.
YOU FUCKING YOU
The role of the voyeur is that of an intruder, adding themselves to everything and anything they like. This, can be facilitated, with an apparent disregard for safety and respect, negligence – on a grand scale.
WE USED TO HAVE HORSES YOU KNOW...
WHAT WERE WE THEN?
A time when we were free
A time of plenty
Except
Many were hungry
Except the gentry
Fast forward to now
A time to reflect
On the hardship
Inequality
Even the neglect
Fast paced race horses
And tables of gold
While the others around
Were left out in the cold
Let's all row together
After all you can see
We’re in the same boat
Rowing for ME
Oh no we’re not
You don’t have a coat
The arms ripped off your plaque
As I look in the mirror
I realize it's me
FH20
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