Events boxing day morning (nothing’s changed)

Live streaming

Ergo, I do what I always do, is that acting, I’d ask

One. But there’s noone to talk to, and little to talk of

Except an entire lifetime of persecution for being lez

And getting up again

Taking a pill for my thyroid and lying back on the couch

Hello?

And if it were possible, you’d ever know real love

I can’t sleep

For I could talk for a lifetime about it

And mum’s cat angel’s funny the way she smells everything of mine as if she were studying it

Is that what cats do? Study bra’s, I’d ask one

What exactly was the philosophy behind it?

But an orang-utan would understand that better than I do

See her eyes light up?

So it’s back to fb asking for another post

The whole truth, if ever shown on the television

This would be the whole truth

Nothing’s happening as usual

No miracles, no thing, just me doing what I do

Dully, by myself

Do I look slick like you?

I imagine, I rather think I’d ask you