.out comes the golden serpent - with hands of dripping copper and honey... sprinkling kosher salt wherever he goes; of course prior to: mr. aenemia and vamp. goes through a rotten stage of: scortched porky pink... it does take a day or two... for the suntan to even itself out.
the joy from a well exerted body with paid debt for a day's worth of life... laying the foundation of a new shed... tossing a tonne of gravel... mixing cement like bread dough: 3:1 parts - sand:cement... and some water... to the consistency of ****** dough... come the sunset and the skull's moondance... the warming sensation of a newly acquired suntan: above the elbow: having rolled up the t-shirt "sleeves": do i could get that: mr. romania primark buff look... rather than a farmer's suntan below the elbows... as for the mind... currently pickling in some bourbon... relaxing... not agitating any grand exploration - come to think of it... an honest's day of labour: of work that can be done - all work... beside those sadistic arbeit macht frei labours... or work for competition... work in the fresh air... to plough the field... to build a house... to set a foundation for a shed... to wait for tomorrow... and put the actual shed up... if in england the house is a castle: why so few leave it for the labyrinth of the garden? claustophilic chickens... hardly a castle: more like a t.v.-zombie chickenshack... no point being "smart" about it... there's enough grace in just being grateful... for honestly paying the debt for a day's worth of life: to whatever god or devil; well... i'm going to hardly pay homage to the sun... that said... so much for the heliocentric "revolution"... what has changed? i don't think much... the world still goes on in its usual geocentric theatre mandate... who needs to look for aliens "elsewhere" in that copernican "n.e.w.s." of aimless direction... when the aliens are: thankfully! tiny creepie-crawlies... right here now: scuttling along to find rotten wood, shade and the confines of hades... perhaps... sometime this week... i'll pay homage to that route i walked once before... beginning from... lower bedfords rd (through bedfords park) out on broxhill road... then through B175... at pinewood road (across from orange tree pub)... through havering county park... across the river Rom... and into hainault forest county park... popping out at A1112... and then either walking back to collier row... or getting the bus back... one day... this homage will have to be paid.... but not tomorrow... some other... sunny day; so much for the over-inflated value of love and ***... when manual labour in fresh air... and taking... a pretty long ******* walk will do... just about as much.