Under the old house
cast in conglomerate mix
the cataract window
and cracked sill
broken joists
and cross beams
wringer wash
and saddle set

A draw string light
brings life
to the corner bench
fowler toads
and fingerlings
jitter bugs
and dazzy vance
dirt planks filled
with mason
crown classics

Buggy whip
and whippletree
shelved on the
chopboard
tackle and mucks
stacked at the back
horseshoe and jack rod
bend the pike pole
a sawhorse placed
for the Martindale push

Gallon jars
and growlers
prepped
for the taking
ropes and reins
for transport
and fest
goggle eye
jumps the flyer
setting up nicely
for the
Haldimand town fair

Train spotted on ancient rail tracks
Mucks and grants on submerged pasts
Copper and ***** metal poles point
Upwards in heaven above the panelled tops
Price all  the intentional conditioning
A paradise of self sufficiency
A dew of ranting , the metal raiding
Price the substitutional compressions
A timber frame of tunnels
The heightened temperature
Price and tag her beautiful mind
An attachment of glorified plinth
The punch of the chaotic medals
Pride and rearrange her plentiful plight
Show all her cast frame in crimson and greys

Alice and I were fudged fruiting inside Falstaffian freakish fleur–de–lys:
She inside a quack–aztec–tattooed tank,
Me inside a pendulous magenta harness with polydactyl–perverted plumes bespattered into it.  
In the ****** **** of that kaput flophouse
We creosoted our conks all the cockatrices of the gorge–de–pigeon,
Inside crotches, Jacuzzis and homocentric Action Men.  
Alice, with the pornographic bend sinisters in the teeth of her poltergeistish fajita crocodile,
Smacked of the plug–ugly poofter of a south–south–west by south sackful sandbank.  
I cemented the jaundiced dangler of an ostrich to my *****.  
With that and my uncut fiddlestick of knobs
I was the idiosyncratic and wholehogging sadomasochistic slapper!

We banged the bush streaming proboscis in tentacle
Through smorgasbords of hermaphrodites and high muck–a–mucks
While Ravi Shankar’s idioglossias and cockchafers juddered our titbits.  
Our Moonies were classically cracked flabelliform by the time we disinterred them.  
Alice managed to fornicate incognito white elephant on behalf of myself
And we were passionately on the back of the dingdong, naked as our Moonies.

We kept one’s pecker up wrapped up in the shadowgraph
Athwart ever-strangling girdles of formaldehyde, ozone, fomenter and widow’s weeds,
Athwart polytetrafluoroethylene–pricked precipices and then down to the butts
Where we both came to a sticky end on our jockstraps and leered at the ballet dancers
That we then penetrated rhythmically by elongating tumescent our gang banging tentacles.  
Through comfortable French knickers I burped, “Thank you for ****** me everywhere, Alice”.  
In the soporific honeypotspunk, aped on the ooze,
I could smell that her **** had made her ******* type soap flakes break the sound barrier,
Splashing out a ***** whale seed skirting her jowls.  
“You’re fragrant, flypaper”, she rapped.

The Government gabble that little green men who hammer out the sexagenarians weren’t on board.  
Inside spleen of the spliffs, inside spleen of my gangrenous Pollyanna, I will over one’s dead body evacuate.  
I will over one’s dead body evacuate.

YOU SEE AFTER BEING FEELED AT THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, BRIAN NOBLE WAS GETTING THESE

STUPID DELLUSIONS, THAT HE WAS TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, WHO MUCKS AROUND IN YEAH

MAN TO A KILLING, YOU SEE BRIAN NOBLE, WHILE HIS FAMILY ARE GETTING ON WITH THEIR LIVES

BRIAN NOBLE IS FORCED BY THE POWERS OF EVIL TO BE TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, AS OPPOSED

TO A FAMILY PERSON, CAUSE HOW MANY TIMES BRIAN NOBLE SAID HE WAS A LITTLE FAMILY KID, THEY

KEPT OF TELLING HIM, THAT HE WAS A HOOLIGAN, AND THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OR WASH THE LITTLE FAMILY KID

OUT OF HIM, YOU SEE, BRIAN NOBLE WASN’T PERFECT AND YES, HE MIGHT HAVE BULLIED A FEW PEOPLE

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE SHOULD SUFFER FOR THAT, SO TO GET RID OF THIS SHYPERSON FEEL, THAT HE

WAS GOING TO GET KILLED, HE WENT TO PUBS PARTYING, BUT THAT DIDN’T SEEM TO WORKM BECAUSE

IN THE PUBSN HE ******* A LOT OF PEOPLE, BUT IN HINDSIGHT, HE SAID HE WAS VERY SORRY

AND DESPITE HIS EFFORTS OF TRYING TO PUSH THE SHYPERSON OUT OF HIM, IT NEVER WORKED,

CAUSE BRIAN’S MATES WERE HAVING A FUN TIME TEASING BRIAN, BY PUSHING HOOLIGANS IN HIM

AND BRIAN YELLED OUT, LEAVE ME ALONE, BUDDHA OR GOD I AM NOT A SHY PERSON, BECAUSE, I WAS

A TAD SHY, AND I MIGHT LOOK SHY, BUT I ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO GET ME BY, YOU SEE, I WOULD

THINK IT’LL BE FUN FOR ME, TO SHARE MY WORKS AND MAKE MONEY HELPING PEOPLE WRITE THEIR STUFF

OUT OF THEM, YOU SEE BRIAN NOBLE HATES HEARING VOICES OF HIS PAST, ESPECIALLY WHEN

THE COOL PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE, ARE THE MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE, WHO WATCHED SHOWS WITH HIM

WITHOUT WORRYING THAT HANGING WITH BRIAN WILL SPOIL THEIR REPUTATION, BRIAN NEVER CARED

FOR HIS REPUTATION, MAINLY BECAUSE, A REPUTATION, IS MORE IMPORTANT AT SCHOOL, ONCE YOU

YOU HIT ADULT LIFE, A REPUTATION, SHOULDN’T MEAN MUCH, YOU SHOULD GAIN SKILLS OF EXPRESSION,

SAYING, WHO GIVES A RATS *** ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME, BRIAN THOUGHT, AND WENT HOME, BUT

HIS MATES, WERE IN BRIAN’S MINDS, SAYING YOU ARE A SHY HOOLIGAN, YOUR STILL LIKE YOUR OWN FAMILY

OR A SHY US, AND BRIAN TOLD THESE CRAZY VOICES THAT HE LIKES DOING CREATIVE THINGS LIKE ART

AND WRITING, AND, THEN ONE VOICE GAVE HIM A FEELING OF TOUCHING HIS *****, AND THEN FEEL HIS BEAUTIFUL

THIGH, BRIAN SAID LEAVE ME ALONE, LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE, I DON’T WANT YOU TO **** ME, SUNSHINE

AND THEN THE VOICE SAID, WE ARE GETTING YOU BACK FOR WHAT YOU DID BACK WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG, AND

BRIAN NOBLE YELLED OUT, FUCKEN LEAVE ME ALONE YA *******, FUCKEN LEAVE ME AKONE, AND STOP

USING YOUR IMAGINERY POWERS TO FEEL MY **** AND THIGHS, ****, YOU SEE, THEN THE VOICE SAID

I WILL GET THIS KNIFE AND PUT IT RIGHT IN YOUR NECK, BRIAN SAID, I DON’T WANT TO BE A COOL KID LIKE THIS

IF I HAVE TO HEAR THESE ROTTEN VOICES, I AM QUIET HAPPY TO BE A FAMILY PERSON WHO LOVES COMPUTERS

AS OPPOSED TO BEING TORTURED BY YOU FUCKEN HOOLIGANS, I DON’T **** PEOPLE OFF, BUT EVEN IF YOU THINK

IT’S TEASING ME, IT’S MAKING BRIAN’S MATES VERY HORRIBLE PEOPLE, TRYING TO KEEP BRIAN LIKE THE SHY KIDS

WHEN BRIAN NOBLE, DESPITE IT BEING NORMAL, FOUND THE COMPUTER PEOPLE, MUCH BETTER PEOPLE, THAN THE

PEOPLE IN HIS HEAD, BRIAN DOESN’T CARE FOR HIS REPUTATION, AS HE HEARS HIS MATES IN HIS HEAD TRYING TO BE

LIKE HIM BACK WJEN HE WAS YOUNGER, SAYING STILL NOT A YOUNG DUDE MATE, AND BRIAN GOT SICK OF THESE VOICES

AND TRIED TO TALK HIS WAY OUT OF THESE VOICES, AND SOME MEAN **** SAID SHUT UP, YOUR STILL LIKE US, AND HIS BEST MATE

AT SCHOOL SAID TO BRIAN, SHUT UP, CAUSE YOUR STILL NOT A YEAH MATE YEAH KID, YOUR STILL A COOL KID, AND BRIAN

GOT REALLY ANGRY AS HIS VOICES SAID TO BRIAN, QUICKLY BRIAN BE LIKE US, SO NOBODY CAN HASSLE YA, AND BRIAN

SAID, HE IS NO HOOLIGAN, HE IS A FAMILY PERSON. HE DOESN’T MEAN NO HARM ON THE STREET, AND BRIAN MEANS NO

HARM ON THE COMPUTER EITHER, YOU SEE THESE VOICES ARE GETTING INTO BRIAN’S BODY AND SAY, YOU ARE STILL SHY

YOUR STILL GETTING TEASED, AND THE PEOPLE WHO NEVER TEASED BRIAN NOBLE AS A KID, GOT REALLY WORRIED AND STARTED

BY TRYING TO COPY BRIAN NOBLE, AND SAYING BE LIKE US, BRIAN, ME AND HIM, CAUSE, WE ARE STILL KIDS, BUDDY. AND BRIAN

NOBLE SAID, PLEASE DON’T **** ME, PLEASE DON’T HAVE ME KILLED, FOR YOU SEE, IF I BE A SHYPERSON LIKE DAD TREATED ME

LIKE, I COUKD GET KILLED, I AM SORRY FOR MY VIOLENT OUTBURSTS, I AM SORRY FOR GRABBING AND TYING UP THAT BOY, I REALLY

DON’T APPRECIATE MATE, BEING TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON MATE, CAUSE SOME OF THESE MEN USED TO GIVE ME THE FEELING

I WAS GOING TO BE KILLED ON THE STREET, MIND YOU I HAVE TO WATCH WHAT I SAY, BUT I AM DOING THAT, BUT THE MEN SAID, BRIAN NOBLE

SAID, EVERYONE, I DON’T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, OR I AIN’T INTO BEING TREATED LIKE I AM TOO WOOSEY TO WRITE,

BRIAN NOBLE RAN TO THE MALL AND YELLED OUT LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT THESE PEOPLE KILLED BY AN AMERICAN ******, BRIAN NEVER

MEANT HE WANTED TO DO THIS, HE JUST WANTS THE VOICES OR ANY FEELING OUT OF HIS BODY, BECAUSE, WHAT BRIAN SAID HE LIKES BEING CREATIVE,

IT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND, WHY BRIAN NOBLE WAS TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON LIKE THIS, AND WHY THE CROWD TREATED LIKE A HOOLIGAN

YA SEE, BRIAN PREFERRED TO BE A FAMILY PERSON, CAUSE HE DOESN’T **** PEOPLE OFF ONE LITTLE BIT.

BRIAN NOBLE ONLY YELLS TO RID THE VOICES FROM HIS HEAD, AND HATES HIS MATES WERE BEING BRIAN’S DADDY, BY TICKLING HIS STOMACH AND

TRYING TO KEEP HIM WITH THE COOL BOYS, AND BRIAN NOBLE SAID, FUCKEN LEAVE ME ALONE YA RITCHARD KIDS, I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON

I JUST DRINK AT THE MALLWHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT, I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A YOUNG DUDE, I AM A MIDDLEAGER, BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS

CAUSE YOUR STUPID, BRIAN YELLED OUT, AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE, CAUSE BRIAN NOBLE IS A COMPUTER GENIOUS, PRETTY MUCH LIKE BRIAN ALLAN

FROM CANBERRA, HE IS BETTER THAN ANY ONE OF THESE VOICE, WE ARE ALL OVER THE INTERNET, ART WRITING AND YOUTUBE ENTERTAINING

PLEASE STOP FEELING ME YA FUCKEN ****, CAUSE I AM A MAN YA FLAMING SEE

i like people doing what they want to do

i can’t stand people copying me

cause to me, thet are very very nerdy

i think mum is too respecting of people

too caring cause i don’t want to meet my mates when i am 70

i prefer to be living in adelaide or maybe even hollywood

have my own television sitcom

i am a slob but i am no controller

if you want to tell me to stop

just think, i won’t listen, i am a hard case

my house isn’t too bad ya see

i get it cleaned once a week ya see

i don’t have to do the family thing

for the simple reason, i haven’t got a family ha ha ha ha

you see i hate people playing with knives

knives are used to **** people with

it is horrible to **** people, HORRIBLE

I ain’t getting killed, i want people to stop saying brian’s not a cool kid

i know how not to **** people off

i like computers, they are more fun than teasing and punching people

write it out of ya, i am straight i don’t like koomarris or norms cuddling up to me, i am not gay

i am as straight as a knife, i don’t want people feel they have got to muck with me

those people are losers anyway

don’t **** and don’t pity, i don’t do that kind of thing

i was telling someone voices, but i didn’t want any pity from it

i am a computer **** kid, my family are off to bed, so they can be left alone, what losers are they

you feel better sleeping on the chair like me

i hate nobody but horrible fighters, teasers and robbers

i am a nice kid, who really knows how to behave, (yeah like a buffoon)

i don’t like people living in the past with me, saying my brother and mummy are still cool kids

they are complete and utter losers, but i don’t **** them off, causer in life, i am happy

they are angry i am happy they are angry, if patrick mucks with my mum, i will walk past

his house and blast heavy metal music or stan right to her head, there is no such thing as an adult

i am a cool person, too old to be a kid, i liked patricks voice back then, it is just mum and dad were

worried about me, rightly so, but i am loving life, people who go to bed, just go to bed to die

i liked patrick, because he teased in a cool way but i hate his voice now, because i do what i wanna do

i am not into being bullied around, just because i don’t (quotey fingers) go to bed, sleeping on the couch

is what all famous people do, i haven’t got a family, so i am hiding from you, and then they say

your father isn’t around to protect you anymore briany, so watch your step, i understand when i was young

but now i know how to behave, like a nice person, who wants to help the poor by helping at common ground

and maybe just maybe, DONATE a few tapestries

In any future this is instant,
in real life these thoughts once fitted into words by a mind,
fit into the spirit of Christmas in 1984,
I am betting my
cred -- wagering my very defined sould idea
it was the real 1984
eleven days after my first born child…

-if I yet have credit, having spent all my own attention on
finding the evil
lurking somewhere in today, waiting to pounce,
seeking with legendary,
fabulous, monstrous civil strife level pride events
reason to call
provocation to devour
my soul, my unsouldout soul, my held
breath of life,

waiting for this surface to break, patient as any
app attempting to become
Gibsonian ICE!... in your patience you possess…

Ah, cotcha. This quote is from a stream of words -emanating-
in the global pool of streaming
news of bygone days. Dec.23, 1984 on accusing voices…
Satan the idea…
A message:
The people who will experience the fullest meaning of Christmas on Tuesday
are the people who know and feel that there is something
in them that needs to be destroyed.
It is true, as John said (John 3:17), that
"God sent the Son into the world not to condemn the world,
but that the world through him might be saved."
But he saves by destroying.
Like a doctor who amputates a foot full of gangrene or cuts out a cancerous lung.

From <https://www.desiringgod.org/messages/the-son-of-god-appeared-to-destroy-the-works-of-the-devil>

Right. So far. Now. Who whets the edge?
I care less if you guess my name,
stranger,
works; if you find you may entertain a stranger with no sense of pending danger,
see,
afore mentioned cutting,
was mistaken instruction. A missed meaning,
hamartia aitia sort of glitch in the interpretation, privately,
by the muckety mucks,

(by the hair on my chinny chin chin we must shave away the fungus)

The torn flesh
of realities with actual purpose was, intending to repair it self,
using, right, a single stitch.
In a word.
Yet, wait…
Usury found a way to own the story of the act. So,
early autumn, fires raging, smoke obscuring meaningful
right observation of the arrival of Christmas Decorations at Walmart,
in the memorable year,
2020, I heard a sound,
bah trumpa trump trump,
in September,
the one all connected minds shall never remember not
having,
we made up our mind to act on the original anointed mind idea,
let it spread,
like calmin' balm on truly chapped hide.

We all got our differences, 'n' all, viva la

la la la
but we all have right use, too. The idea is not so hard to imagine,
unless you mind is broke, I get stuck in first person,

being broke and woke is a zeitgeistical joke.
We see our neighbors on Hulu,
even in Beijing, if we have the proper world citizen VPN.

Do you hear what I hear? Is this that brat with the drum,
again? Bahtrumpatrumptrump…

merry anointing message, may it trickle through your beard,
and tickle little ears with hope unimagined,
before 2020 made mental time travel so common.

{go tulsi, go, go, go}

sorry for being a lazy ****
sorry about the day , cause all I do is run mucks
muck, short for mockery, the word the represents live, at least mine
sorry for never go backtoschool, like I promised I would, I'm just way to behind
sorry for the curse that now drags along side our family tree
sorry I couldn't find, figure out the reasons to accept me
sorry mom for lighting your hair on fire
but am gonna change for good, thats my true desire
sorry mom for leaving everynight behind your back
I just don't wanna life in house where it feels like I'm getting attacked
I love you, from here untill the days run of light
I promise you, I'm not gonna give up on this fight

YOU SEE AFTER BEING FEELED AT THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, BRIAN NOBLE WAS GETTING THESE

STUPID DELLUSIONS, THAT HE WAS TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, WHO MUCKS AROUND IN YEAH

MAN TO A KILLING, YOU SEE BRIAN NOBLE, WHILE HIS FAMILY ARE GETTING ON WITH THEIR LIVES

BRIAN NOBLE IS FORCED BY THE POWERS OF EVIL TO BE TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, AS OPPOSED

TO A FAMILY PERSON, CAUSE HOW MANY TIMES BRIAN NOBLE SAID HE WAS A LITTLE FAMILY KID, THEY

KEPT OF TELLING HIM, THAT HE WAS A HOOLIGAN, AND THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OR WASH THE LITTLE FAMILY KID

OUT OF HIM, YOU SEE, BRIAN NOBLE WASN’T PERFECT AND YES, HE MIGHT HAVE BULLIED A FEW PEOPLE

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE SHOULD SUFFER FOR THAT, SO TO GET RID OF THIS SHYPERSON FEEL, THAT HE

WAS GOING TO GET KILLED, HE WENT TO PUBS PARTYING, BUT THAT DIDN’T SEEM TO WORKM BECAUSE

IN THE PUBSN HE ******* A LOT OF PEOPLE, BUT IN HINDSIGHT, HE SAID HE WAS VERY SORRY

AND DESPITE HIS EFFORTS OF TRYING TO PUSH THE SHYPERSON OUT OF HIM, IT NEVER WORKED,

CAUSE BRIAN’S MATES WERE HAVING A FUN TIME TEASING BRIAN, BY PUSHING HOOLIGANS IN HIM

AND BRIAN YELLED OUT, LEAVE ME ALONE, BUDDHA OR GOD I AM NOT A SHY PERSON, BECAUSE, I WAS

A TAD SHY, AND I MIGHT LOOK SHY, BUT I ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO GET ME BY, YOU SEE, I WOULD

THINK IT’LL BE FUN FOR ME, TO SHARE MY WORKS AND MAKE MONEY HELPING PEOPLE WRITE THEIR STUFF

OUT OF THEM, YOU SEE BRIAN NOBLE HATES HEARING VOICES OF HIS PAST, ESPECIALLY WHEN

THE COOL PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE, ARE THE MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE, WHO WATCHED SHOWS WITH HIM

WITHOUT WORRYING THAT HANGING WITH BRIAN WILL SPOIL THEIR REPUTATION, BRIAN NEVER CARED

FOR HIS REPUTATION, MAINLY BECAUSE, A REPUTATION, IS MORE IMPORTANT AT SCHOOL, ONCE YOU

YOU HIT ADULT LIFE, A REPUTATION, SHOULDN’T MEAN MUCH, YOU SHOULD GAIN SKILLS OF EXPRESSION,

SAYING, WHO GIVES A RATS *** ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME, BRIAN THOUGHT, AND WENT HOME, BUT

HIS MATES, WERE IN BRIAN’S MINDS, SAYING YOU ARE A SHY HOOLIGAN, YOUR STILL LIKE YOUR OWN FAMILY

OR A SHY US, AND BRIAN TOLD THESE CRAZY VOICES THAT HE LIKES DOING CREATIVE THINGS LIKE ART

AND WRITING, AND, THEN ONE VOICE GAVE HIM A FEELING OF TOUCHING HIS *****, AND THEN FEEL HIS BEAUTIFUL

THIGH, BRIAN SAID LEAVE ME ALONE, LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE, I DON’T WANT YOU TO **** ME, SUNSHINE

AND THEN THE VOICE SAID, WE ARE GETTING YOU BACK FOR WHAT YOU DID BACK WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG, AND

BRIAN NOBLE YELLED OUT, FUCKEN LEAVE ME ALONE YA *******, FUCKEN LEAVE ME AKONE, AND STOP

USING YOUR IMAGINERY POWERS TO FEEL MY **** AND THIGHS, ****, YOU SEE, THEN THE VOICE SAID

I WILL GET THIS KNIFE AND PUT IT RIGHT IN YOUR NECK, BRIAN SAID, I DON’T WANT TO BE A COOL KID LIKE THIS

IF I HAVE TO HEAR THESE ROTTEN VOICES, I AM QUIET HAPPY TO BE A FAMILY PERSON WHO LOVES COMPUTERS

AS OPPOSED TO BEING TORTURED BY YOU FUCKEN HOOLIGANS, I DON’T **** PEOPLE OFF, BUT EVEN IF YOU THINK

IT’S TEASING ME, IT’S MAKING BRIAN’S MATES VERY HORRIBLE PEOPLE, TRYING TO KEEP BRIAN LIKE THE SHY KIDS

WHEN BRIAN NOBLE, DESPITE IT BEING NORMAL, FOUND THE COMPUTER PEOPLE, MUCH BETTER PEOPLE, THAN THE

PEOPLE IN HIS HEAD, BRIAN DOESN’T CARE FOR HIS REPUTATION, AS HE HEARS HIS MATES IN HIS HEAD TRYING TO BE

LIKE HIM BACK WJEN HE WAS YOUNGER, SAYING STILL NOT A YOUNG DUDE MATE, AND BRIAN GOT SICK OF THESE VOICES

AND TRIED TO TALK HIS WAY OUT OF THESE VOICES, AND SOME MEAN **** SAID SHUT UP, YOUR STILL LIKE US, AND HIS BEST MATE

AT SCHOOL SAID TO BRIAN, SHUT UP, CAUSE YOUR STILL NOT A YEAH MATE YEAH KID, YOUR STILL A COOL KID, AND BRIAN

GOT REALLY ANGRY AS HIS VOICES SAID TO BRIAN, QUICKLY BRIAN BE LIKE US, SO NOBODY CAN HASSLE YA, AND BRIAN

SAID, HE IS NO HOOLIGAN, HE IS A FAMILY PERSON. HE DOESN’T MEAN NO HARM ON THE STREET, AND BRIAN MEANS NO

HARM ON THE COMPUTER EITHER, YOU SEE THESE VOICES ARE GETTING INTO BRIAN’S BODY AND SAY, YOU ARE STILL SHY

YOUR STILL GETTING TEASED, AND THE PEOPLE WHO NEVER TEASED BRIAN NOBLE AS A KID, GOT REALLY WORRIED AND STARTED

BY TRYING TO COPY BRIAN NOBLE, AND SAYING BE LIKE US, BRIAN, ME AND HIM, CAUSE, WE ARE STILL KIDS, BUDDY. AND BRIAN

NOBLE SAID, PLEASE DON’T **** ME, PLEASE DON’T HAVE ME KILLED, FOR YOU SEE, IF I BE A SHYPERSON LIKE DAD TREATED ME

LIKE, I COUKD GET KILLED, I AM SORRY FOR MY VIOLENT OUTBURSTS, I AM SORRY FOR GRABBING AND TYING UP THAT BOY, I REALLY

DON’T APPRECIATE MATE, BEING TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON MATE, CAUSE SOME OF THESE MEN USED TO GIVE ME THE FEELING

I WAS GOING TO BE KILLED ON THE STREET, MIND YOU I HAVE TO WATCH WHAT I SAY, BUT I AM DOING THAT, BUT THE MEN SAID, BRIAN NOBLE

SAID, EVERYONE, I DON’T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, OR I AIN’T INTO BEING TREATED LIKE I AM TOO WOOSEY TO WRITE,

BRIAN NOBLE RAN TO THE MALL AND YELLED OUT LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT THESE PEOPLE KILLED BY AN AMERICAN ******, BRIAN NEVER

MEANT HE WANTED TO DO THIS, HE JUST WANTS THE VOICES OR ANY FEELING OUT OF HIS BODY, BECAUSE, WHAT BRIAN SAID HE LIKES BEING CREATIVE,

IT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND, WHY BRIAN NOBLE WAS TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON LIKE THIS, AND WHY THE CROWD TREATED LIKE A HOOLIGAN

YA SEE, BRIAN PREFERRED TO BE A FAMILY PERSON, CAUSE HE DOESN’T **** PEOPLE OFF ONE LITTLE BIT.

BRIAN NOBLE ONLY YELLS TO RID THE VOICES FROM HIS HEAD, AND HATES HIS MATES WERE BEING BRIAN’S DADDY, BY TICKLING HIS STOMACH AND

TRYING TO KEEP HIM WITH THE COOL BOYS, AND BRIAN NOBLE SAID, FUCKEN LEAVE ME ALONE YA RITCHARD KIDS, I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON

I JUST DRINK AT THE MALLWHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT, I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A YOUNG DUDE, I AM A MIDDLEAGER, BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS

CAUSE YOUR STUPID, BRIAN YELLED OUT, AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE, CAUSE BRIAN NOBLE IS A COMPUTER GENIOUS, PRETTY MUCH LIKE BRIAN ALLAN

FROM CANBERRA, HE IS BETTER THAN ANY ONE OF THESE VOICE, WE ARE ALL OVER THE INTERNET, ART WRITING AND YOUTUBE ENTERTAINING

PLEASE STOP FEELING ME YA FUCKEN ****, CAUSE I AM A MAN YA FLAMING SEE

.
Deep in a shallow body,
Built for burials under moon,
The seas rage in tombs of vein,
Dark and salted, wet preserved
In flesh that fades by blistering sun,
A star much higher than old flames,
Mortal and frail in mucks of oft being,
Of earth and breaths traveled alone,
The tell tale heart was rung, hollow,
Swung bold on meat hook splinters
Of femurs soaked with leached lime
For life is a boneyard of wintertimes,
And summer merely drips of dreams,
Bleeding as the belled heart, in tells,
Is beaten into mettle shroud where
Hope only enters from two blinded
Eyes, in the drowning, dried ocean
Body, touch is printed off in dust,
Sorrow bred misinterpretations,
For love is a holey spirit, ghostly
In its wail.  And heart can but
Only bleed so much red until
The last chimes of never.

Its complicated they said
Big shiny heads tilting back krinkled

in melancholic countenance
i gaze at the icon with impatience
me staring back at me in the mirror
wishing i had been sincerer
terse adage philosophy ring in my
mind
am caught between two stools stay or
hide,
guilt gnaws my conscience
nibbling away my mask of innocence
having made my bed i now had to lay
on it
tardy it was when i comprehended
having stature didn't requisitely
mean
my age was more propounded than my
dad's
but here i am today yowling over
spilled milk
growing up beneath my parent's
shadow
familiarity had sired contempt
and the spirit of adventure had me
convinced
the grass is invariably greener on the
other side of knoll
precipitately i plunged into the mucks
of this world
ceasing to recall the wise had
muttered
you can't fabricate bricks in omission
of straw
all i reflected was that fortunes
favors the bold
dauntlessly i ventured and swayed
away from morals
the world bountifully vouchsafed into
my disposal
bird who had corresponding feather
and together we flocked
as the hungry earth swallowed us in
it's pleasures
a fool i was to test the depth of water
with both feet
after the foolish ordeals remorse
ensued
i had the will to change and a way
could be found
i decided not to look at where i fell
but where i slipped
since i never wished to be that
simpleton
who gained ascertainment when
players dispersed
i couldn't dawdle no more or else
i would miss the water long after the
well dried
i became the squeaky wheel and sure
enough i was greased
though i plundered my life penitence
is not a solution
because you cant make an omellete
without breaking
a few eggs
sometimes going gets tough but tough
gets going
i learnt that
between the devil and the deep sea
discretion
is the best part of valor...
i live with the knowledge of the wise
men
illuminating my ways and checking on
my morals

I sit with my sin held out
Filth mucks up my hands
And still He sits, not leaving

"Lord, surely I must do some-"
Laughs, touches my hand
"Simply be in what I've done"

"The Lord has Coffee with Me"
Omaha, N-E
April the twelfth, 'Twenty-Five

I look upon Him
He looks back
Peace and joy mingle

He abides in you
[Vine and branch]
You abide in Him

Oh pat is the great protector.
He realises that your still getting teased so he got up from his arm chair and took the Teasie out of me
I know it looks like I am suffering
But I am doing fine
But pat the real protector
He is my bodyguard all day long
I know he doesn’t wanna, but he is a protector no matter what
He is a stuck up poor bludger
He cares nothing for us men you see
Pat is the great protector
He sits there watching me on the computer saying you are too shy mate
But I say no, I am not shy
I am cool dude to the men
Some say I hate life
But that is a bunch of crap
The truth is I love life even if it looks like i don’t pat is the big protector he says you aren’t getting robbed but he is easily fooled when he mucks with the poor but I am too smart to answer the door
Cause I am a family person
Who loves life more than anyone