Icky. So Icky.

The next words explain that idea a little bit. And it’s 2 days later already. My grip on the thread seems tenuous. It falters, waivers, hovers somewhere close to the brink, the flame of a lit candle about to get extinguished by a sudden gust of wind. As before I’m not sure of how much of the history I’ve covered about this. I know there’s some, and I know there’s stuff I wanted to say, I’m not sure I ever said it. I guess the angle as it stands involves T! and R! and the place they bought (The Garden of Eden). A lot of what this next bit involves is whether they were thinking straight when they got the place. And once they got the place whether what they did with it made much sense.

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Literally Constipated.

There was so much ground to cover. And I didn’t cover it. So it’s all sort of lost now. Lost in the void of the last 6 months. Why? Is there a reason? It sort of got busy, at work. This and that. I’m not sure I have much juice anymore, no juice for writing. Coffee seemed to help with that. There might have been a time alcohol seemed to help with it too. Now coffee and alcohol are things of the past. I’m unable to rely on them anymore. I haven’t found anything to fill in for them so. Nothing in me pushing the words out. Literally Constipated. It’s a pity really. The story did continue to unfold, despite there not being anyone around to keep track of that. Well. I mean the story outside of us has continued to unfold.

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21 Jump Street.

A month to go and then it’s almost spring. Again. In the meantime winter is running it’s course. Killing Everything. Making it all feel dead. An end to the chapter; D@ has been given the boot. It’s not happening to me but it feels gut-wrenching. He’s decided to go back to Ermelo and live with his half-sister. To try to make it work up there or something. The decision makes absolutely no sense to me. This whole thing just feels nauseating. I’m not sure how much it comes across, how much this subject dominates conversation. The subject of him. All the bad decisions. This one just another bad decision in a long series of previous bad decisions.

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The Garden of Eden.

So, what now Mr Mushroom; do you still want something to do with it? Now that things are less warm and fuzzy, now that things are a little more complicated and messy. Are you still prepared to speak up and claim responsibility? “I think best you stick with what you think you know false prophet, prof_it_e. Best you stick to what you think you know something about.” Okay then. So. Moving on. I said before that I still need to spend some time getting into how things are going at the place my sister and her husband bought. I guess in this part I get a bit into that. It does feature quite a bit in the conversation between B and me. T1 and R1 have only just got the place (my sister and her husband), they are only at about the 3-month mark.

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