Under the spell... In spite of the pain of [fill in the blank] I would [if I could] hover right here - and never grow tired of watching the sun as it sank on the sea - on the brink of forever and ever    .

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You don’t really have to unplug it…

just unplug yourself. In fact, leave it on in the attic facing the wall so no one will know you are not watching [surely some stealth system is making sure by now that they’re all on; so don't take any chances.] The only way the banks can get away with anything is with the consent …

two barku - for Toby my dog in her sleep howls like a wolf at the moon – guess she remembers I am going out and you cannot come with me - a dog's life, Toby

DANDELIONS

I follow their brazen punctuation along the weedy base line of the old stone wall, knowing soon comes the games I’ve never tired of – a quick pluck, then a great whoooosh as if with birthday candles. And each time the same wish? No, often only that good wishes be granted . .

and speaking of  ravelled sleeves... with age, I find it so very delicious to have a hard time waking up - to have been that deeply asleeeeepzzz. . .    

JESUS

The believers will damn me (further?) as a heathen while the heathens (and now,  new heathen lite!) like witty elves and sprites will say I’ve sold out - but so what – or maybe I’m crazy even to try – which puts me in rare company indeed because [assuming he ever existed] so was he. …