Daly
What more do I need...except weather like today, birds chirping and geese chattering, snoops in the river fetching the whole breadth of the channel, the distant sounds of a prop plane, golfers striking clubs on balls, swallows diving over the calm shrinking waters, joggers...work, relationships and money perhaps?
A thrush is my mothers garden searching for food, grubs in her hanging baskets and plant plots while snoops lays supine on his cream polyester throw and snoozes content after our 2 hour hike and swim(he swam).
Snoops stretches and swallows. Leaning backwards as his breath settles into that sighing deep satisfied slumber.
Some how that feeling has spread to me. On returning to the house I curled up next to the dog and dropped to sleep. Out for 2 hours.
By 2:40 I'm in the garden still following the dogs singular example: lingering over sleep, but the choral tunes I hear prevent my drifting like an ancient man.
Slightly irregular day.
Off to Leeds 4:20. Bus has 4 'cunt' swearing yobbish girls from Wetherby High School. What a level that school has dropped to. Inner city life in rural town. Something has to change in the system to ever build it up again.
The three or four old age p's shouldn't have to put up with this. Fuck, cunt, fat bitch go burn in hell, slut, faggot, sick noise. Music blaring out. Shit. They don't comprehend. They are useless. Completely wasted in school. We need to reopen the mines just to fill them up with. I am powerless to stop it. No wonder teachers walk away and no wonder some turn to violence.
I told them to remember they share the bus with others, but the others on the bus didn't do a thing to assist me, they carry on. are they burning the bus? Begging for 2's on a cig. Ayesha...
I should've of just gone downstairs on the bus. Tina walker. Spitting at passers by.
A thrush is my mothers garden searching for food, grubs in her hanging baskets and plant plots while snoops lays supine on his cream polyester throw and snoozes content after our 2 hour hike and swim(he swam).
Snoops stretches and swallows. Leaning backwards as his breath settles into that sighing deep satisfied slumber.
Some how that feeling has spread to me. On returning to the house I curled up next to the dog and dropped to sleep. Out for 2 hours.
By 2:40 I'm in the garden still following the dogs singular example: lingering over sleep, but the choral tunes I hear prevent my drifting like an ancient man.
Slightly irregular day.
Off to Leeds 4:20. Bus has 4 'cunt' swearing yobbish girls from Wetherby High School. What a level that school has dropped to. Inner city life in rural town. Something has to change in the system to ever build it up again.
The three or four old age p's shouldn't have to put up with this. Fuck, cunt, fat bitch go burn in hell, slut, faggot, sick noise. Music blaring out. Shit. They don't comprehend. They are useless. Completely wasted in school. We need to reopen the mines just to fill them up with. I am powerless to stop it. No wonder teachers walk away and no wonder some turn to violence.
I told them to remember they share the bus with others, but the others on the bus didn't do a thing to assist me, they carry on. are they burning the bus? Begging for 2's on a cig. Ayesha...
I should've of just gone downstairs on the bus. Tina walker. Spitting at passers by.
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