I have the time

Today while the blossoms aren't any longer clinging to the vine,
& the strawberries have been allowed to free into the depths of consciousness,
the morning awakes into the stream.


How to accept the minutia of its event, to distract else, instead of pained within its agonies of sound rising as a constant injunction into hell, called a constant flow of traffic, without the etiquette of timing to remain the same.
A traffic that pours in and out with volumes ebbing to each of their own wants.

One by one, tens by tens, wheels & more wheels.

Am I brain dead dumb by now.

Do I want to blog personal?

I have done so,
yet it always returns me into, deletes,

...they don't get it,.... they presume...
or ...they stalemate me with their conclusions,

A brief witness, into a self-allowed that types freely,
until the others trapse in with their conceptions
of "no".

"It's not our way.",
you're never free, the people of societal conforms,
as group of theirs, always, own your rights of breath.

Even a small group and you are not free.

Globally surrounded by directors of positional systems "of how".
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It sounds the obstinate youth, moi, yet guess it never went away.
My size, is the reason, query it,
My female, is the reason, query that as the cause of injunctions against,
then what,  my hair tone,  and the guesses go on.

I was born, .... and they all appear to want.

They, .... being the humans.


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Cool, I have an interview and probably will begin working soon,
if not already tomorrow for retail... in a pretty little shop.

Was that the want.
My case closed, the discussion theirs... spent into a sigh else,
onto another, to facet their drawls against.

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I never said I wasn't a director also,
just feeling penned in,
by quick judges... rallying in tallies of; leisure activity and wealth allocation.

"Your bothering us again about finances, go away."

Isn't it better to know your own families, homeless almost,
rather than it being a street unknown?
 
Safer for you, wasn't I, at least for a time.

Now, a major employment is in play,
you won't have me... as your back-up lessor anymore.

Is that a bummer for you?
Now for sure,  your Christmas is..
a pace back to the salvation army bell
for another drops of coins.

Some families would pay me off,
just to fend the bell-tollers away,
but not mine, they act too serious about money.

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OMG,
what a family of un-fun brothers & their wifes, I have.
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Merry Christmas already.

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Confessionals;

1.) I drank too much vodka & cranberry, Sat. nite.

2.) I missed church on Sunday and I feel little guilty.

3.) Ok. I am a bit jealous of that exhibition painter,
who gets to paint, in such a elaborate space.
Too bright for me though, for painting,
I need a darker space, like in a corner, with no spots,
back to van gogh's 'potato lighting'.

4.) The cutsie fix-it-up artists' mall,
Valley View, needs a "water-lily pond", in the middle.

Goodbye to my little farm friends

Ms. Corsica,

This extra sweet female cat was originally found as a stray on the french island of Corse. She's quite a wiley athelete and capable of climbing the tallest of trees, often in the hunt of smaller burrowing mammals, or songbirds.
A little older after 6 years have since past, though she continues to have her free days away from the hamlet, where she wanders off for several days at a time. Not a wildcat though, rather a housepet who prefers to also walk around the farmlands for other foods and visit with other dog & cat friends. 

& my 9 yr old birds; rooster Ivan and the ducks,
and Leita the non-laying hen, who is approx. 4 yrs old:

Ivan and Leita

Black beard, Blue Beard and Spot