rerun of ..`l am a celebrity get me out of here`
No your not
Its boring
You have been fortunate to be born and active in this time
but not a celebrity
Got no talent
Please disappear from our screens . . .
Lowest form of entertainment what happened to `celebrity` one time they had personality..`Cult of celebrity` sure do require a reboot
The First Year
The year after death
is full of stretching, where things
pull so hard your bones
break, because they were never
bones, were always solitude.
This season reminds me so much of death ..feel forgotten..locally we are isolated.Discover only have limited resources, older people mutter and complain about the fact that the past was a glory period.
If it was so full of Glory ...?
Well how come they stuck here in this `detached community`` isolated from family`..
Complaining is such a source of comfort..l sit feeling sorry because l do not agree, but just do not feel any suggestion of `different way of being`, would be acceptable to them.
That`s my Bad.
The leaves died..Branches are bare..waves are high..winds is mighty..Storm is noisy..roads are difficult..horses stand in Hoof deep fields looking lonely beleaguered and unkempt.
Mind you l need bath ,shave and to wash my hair.
Further my boots letting water into them.
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