I don’t care if they grow green beans on the Moon,
in the future! Its scant atmosphere is no wafter
up my rafter. They used it as the heraldry of love,
intuition, Sophia’s wisdom. I didn’t care even to
stare at the wolves getting lunatic pangs with
blood on their teeth. I just like the pince nez
on my nose, without powdering the pincers on
my cheeks. If you think I’d take the aircraft to
Thailand, I am just not about to play on the beach
with the crone at high tide. For, I am profound but not deep!
Look at me(!), the moon is not my mirror, even the
romanticists may gauge that of me. I don’t fancy crab,
even though Uranus often beckons me. I think of Ouranos
and James the Just and am wistful. You know what it is to
love yourself and not fall to their duress. Their money
can be a matter of your agony, and worse, ignominy!
Injustice has been twisted like braids in the hairs
of the continuum. And now many of you are harping up
the Aquarian pot! I am just unlikely to make it my broth
and go to the Moon, even if all of civilisation went there!
Burp! Burp! I never even got a morsel edgeways and they
want me to pay with everything I have! Hahahahahahahah!
There’s nothing clawey about me! They’ve been
talking about green men for a long time now! Even on
Rosslyn’s stone. I thought there was a Scorpion in Scotland!
I might just as well be wrong! King James is the same soul
as James the Just, without sympathy for Mike Carney of Canada!
How many of us have pure Jacobite blood in us! They think the greatest
of us should submit to their fancy! I am just the kind to
suffer death and destruction but not lose my soul or spirit. You know
they want to have me in the loony bin! See what I do to them
this time round!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all take La La Land
for all I care! Do infidels get body odour among the beefeaters there?
Is Porky the Pig welcome there?
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