27.8.26

thoughtfully   The ride always ends sooner than we thought it woud


    Ride?

 

Jah

What ride?

impatient  Wha ride ya on
                                   Christ

You mean . . . our lives.

Gotta say it like tha

                          Thought youd be more assuredpickup on tha
Assured?

             Must be mistaking me for you.

Mister Assertive.

 

   shrugs
              We think its all ahead of us no matter how old we getno matter despite who we knew tha got nipped in the bud

Death  A drunk gardenertoo loaded to know the difference between a flower a weed vegetables wrongly prunes trees  butchersem
                                   But    Then

Theres an awful lot to tend

Have to be grateful be doesnt burn the whole thing down ashes to ashes dust to dust

 

    I don’t think I like your analogy.

Like I care


Like you care.

 

 

No.

        No you don . .
. . Anya care too much

I have sympathy, I’m empathetic, I want the best for everyon . .
. . Says someone whos nearly had the best all their lives

 

    I’ve been fortunate.

Was born fortunate

                        A crapshoot  Everyone
Id say the massive majority of us who bent over to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps  Me   Humoured me

You have a sick sense of humo . .
. . Black
           
                Realised we werent wearing boots
Born grounded

   Nothing between our soles  careful now    not souls soles    the soles of our feet an the earth

I admit I’ve been fortunate.
Jah  Usually very quickly

                                  Smacks of guilt     Yaoughta quit

   Somebody has to do it

The best nearbest obviously   isnt for everyone

1400,  Wednesday,  26  8. 26
2155,  Wednesday

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