Archive for February 1st, 2010

01
Feb
10

In Luuurve

He wore a Trilby hat the first time I saw him in art class.  I noticed his attire, but through that I saw, as he pointed at the pictures, that here was a man who had a lot to say….my eyes wandered over him and thats all I can remember until we kissed.  It was after that, I asked him to ask me out. So what if we’d played tongue tennis,  after all being mental doesn’t exclude you from being traditional or does it?

A mental home doesn’t spark romance or could I have the Paula Yates syndrome.  I’ve fallen into this hapless emotion.  I do dread this more than being eaten alive by piranhas, although most would say at 39, my admission to mental hospital has been a blessing in disguise.

01
Feb
10

Diamond Geezer

I’m wondering if meeting my diamond geezer on section three smacks a little of a Frankenstein saga.  This Frankenstein is genderbending, as the first creation is a woman ie moi, and then comes along a playmate….my diamond geezer.

He’s really a star and very gushy, but I love this new found honesty in his being.  I know if it ends it will be el muckioso….he seems a devil on his bad side…luckily I haven’t seen that yet….baited breath, unlikely, I will catapult myself to the next peat bog and bury myself until new life emerges.

My diamond geezer keeps saying he’s intellectually piss poor, he underestimates a mental capacity that he has never used.  What joy in giving him knowledge.  I’m like a babe at play…it’s a long journey but I’m ready.  As ever.  My bags were packed in a previous lifetime.

adios

He looks a bit like this:  Care for a skinhead….




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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!