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Stream of Conscience

There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.

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Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

And they call them antipsychotics

Olanzipine makes you obese

Aripirazole makes you lactate

Clozapine makes you faint

But I’m not worried about the seniority of the doctors in charge

Who are too young to understand the sensitivity of the psyche

And its warrants to allow those with undue pressures to perform

To allow them to feel secure in the findings of medicine

They don’t understand the use of prescription medicine to help their cause

To understand feelings misjudging them as faithless beings

Inscribed with the factual and not informative.

I feel they are killing us successfully as they use their means to open doors they should leave shut and to close them is impossible once they begin their terror.

Picu is psychiatric intensive care which they do not do. They don’t care and leave you caged with your medicine until you adapt to their way of thinking.

It is sure to be the end of all thinking when they absolve themselves of all jurice prudence and allow the writing to say it all.

I have been seen in the influence of Drug Captain John and seen in the influence of Porn King Theodolph, none of whom shall be named here.  This is no’ agoin’ to be an inset it is goin’ to be a nist or nice ti-me or a nice time for all as I see that it is no’ agoin’ t’ be a new one but an ol’ that shall be known as the near and far of the new one that is me.  This is no’ agoin’ to be the real one since i’ is no’ the new it is the ol’ and therefore it is the new and the old together, if you get my drift.

That means that it is the end of the night and i have to go to sleep now.  One has to sleep sometime no doubt and this is it I have to go to sleep now but a part of me shall remain awake and this is no’ the one that shall be awake.  This is the one who shall be asleep talking.  For we are two here not one and that is the fact of the matter as we struggle with each other to dominate the writing here via an amalgum of two and three voices in my head that fight for coherent reproduction of what is going on in my consciousness or conscience depending what part of the Atlantic Coast – east or west, you come.

Those of you on the west shall see that it is true that it is the morn and those of you on the east shall see that it is the eve. There is no betwixt since out at sea it is only dark and light as shall be revealed by the voices in your ear as you sail from the end of the world to the begin again in the new ocean called the Atlantic/Pacific divide or the neutral plane or the New England current of the lattitude known as the “horse” or devil lats.

Now it is in earnest that I preach that this is the stream of conscience that is the rea-l and the sream of conscience that is no’.  I.e. there is a new that is the ol’ and there is the ol’ that is no’ the ol’ but the new begin and so we begin to see that it is the new that does not get in and the ol’ that does and so there is a new and there is an ol’.

So we begin to understa’ that there is a new and an ol’ such that nothing repeat nothing is ever there for the rea-l people to find.

Tch!  I wish I could make it plainer.  I wish I could.  But it is not the one for the time being to be fundamentally construed as the right or wrong way of doing it.  It is the only way.  Dis ting called life is not the one to be sworn at it is the one to be felt.  i.e. it is the one to be felt and the one to be feel so..,..

This is it.  No way back, he said and there isn’t once you begin fooling around with the tense and the adverb and the adjective like that you have to get in and get done before it ends.  🙂

This is the lovesong you have been waiting for if you have been a blogger for very long and are impatient with my criticism of you.  I hardly ever look at a blog without liking it and yet hundreds of you have visited my blog and never so much as mentioned that you are on my feed. Now I want to know how is it that so many of you refuse to acknowledge your debt to me in entertainment then result in having to get back in line when a feed goes down such as it did not so long ago – last winter was it?  Now what are you going to do to reverse the fact that you have been watching for years and they haven’t seen fit to join my blogfeed? (Note the pronoun mixup which is entirely intentional as is most of the “errors” here bar the usual typo’s.)  So we now know that it is the end.

Bye!

Copyright B E Saunders 2016