This is it
it may be a funny thing this last post on this particular place that i made
just a fleeting observation or the final nail in
what i'd hoped would be a stupid era,
just a fleeting madness that society was willing to accept.
But as time has worn on me like a soaked heavey jumper
wears on a rain drenched free festival atendee on the 5th day
its has become heavy
if only to become worrysome
a drain.
this is not to say i have nothing to say
but it is in fact the simple fact i have found a niche i enjoy.
To tell you how to stay away from people like me...
or to befriend people exactly like me in the ways only
we should be us.
with warmth, understanding and perserverance.
there was a time when people who for one reason or another,
i left the country. not before making a movie about it.
and set up shop anew. I AM STILL HERE NOW.
i chose to be an outlaw from normality prison...
not withstanding or without the obvious shit
bank accounts remain
and alas. i cannot divulge the seriousness of my situation.
But the series of events of the last 2 years have led me to
know.
And see in all reality, that if this is not nipped
and tucked like some bizarre californian cosmetic political
In the days we seemed to know...to all of us back then -
LONG STORY SHORT; I have been here before.
and with much gnashing of psychnautic endevour - wanting to see so much -
i am not about to repeat myself infinitely wasting whatever it is, the life juice, that i have left.
Please forward all transmissions herein, i will be most grateful.
remember; one without each other. is a minus number.
i will miss you fellow traveller.
this is not the place or time to discuss plans.
get what you can from what i have left.
there will be Poetry, Art and Music.
it will be unrepentantly stupid, a little pretentious, in my own way.
i will never stop
with love.
yours
make better lives
love each other
Paul. (Poet)
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