Wednesday 17 June 2009

Apocalypse or a poke o'chips

Neither brother of Job nor the son of Knox
And karma’s nae cousin to me.
But I know when I’ve wronged and I’ve turned to the left
And travelled too far to see
Yeah I’ve lusted and lied and I’ve taken a line,
Spent money that wisnae mine
I’ve stared at the stars while laid in a ditch
With my belly all full o’ wine

This is where the dreams begin and the last of the old hingin' aboot the place boys gets to go daft over a wee bit o' happy fancy.
It could be said this is trifling. A course of action that can be easily mocked. Scorn, may even be heaped upon my suggestion. Or my actions. That said. I really am not in any mood to be concerned with those reproaches. They may just be figments. Figments of my overactive, but slow acting, mind. Look. I'm not gonnae go building myself up. making myself sound smart or wise or worldly. Coz ah know that ah umny any of these things. And whats more I'm very fond of how decrepit my knowledge and experience is. If only more were similar. A lot less arseholes there may be, frequenting this hurly burly world of birth death and despair.


Here I am in East Kilbride. By jings this a place. And what a place!!

There are of course things I miss. Like I miss being somewhere else. Anywhere else, outside this miserable island I am currently incarcerated upon. Coz that's just how it feels. Yeah I have duties. And noble as they are (looking after my sick mother) I'd much rather be in a land of language I fail to understand. In a place where I don't have much of a scooby regarding the customs and cultures of locals. Beside beautiful people who I am apt to fall in love with at a moments notice. These things are far more desirable. For me at least.

And don't think it's because I want to desert my mother. oh no. not that. I will make sure she is taken care of--not killed, or executed like, but healthy and independent. What do you take me for... crivvens.

So that's it.. how I feel at the moment. BUT. Ah've hardly any money for the time being. I am pinko. Skint. Up a financial gum tree maybe. This is problematic. mostly for me. I need a plane ticket. I will get one. I will return to where the future lies. over the sea across the skies amongst the foreign thrills and hills . I will be hand in hand with my wee son and playing peekaboo and other games that I get a real hit out of. Walking through fields and forests next to the beautiful girl who treats people for ailments using modern medical techniques, with a smile. Who's mind is agile. Unlike mine. My feet were very agile for a long time and still are not too bad. I was noticed for my dexterity amongst the rocks and pools by the sea or up on the hill where boulders were pavements.

I need to go and care for a while..
more later byee lovers and lags

..ed