The Drivel Thread

I dreamt that a guy deliberately made me seem to have crashed his car. Then he took the broken pieces of glass and tried to stab me to death. I pushed him into a basket and beat him over the head with an object. Then I carried the basket with him in it, to a balcony and threw him over the railing, and he landed on a big rock where I heard his head crack.
 
I napped this morning to try to drive out the last of whatever I can feel happening in my right lung, and woke with Morrissey singing Before the Dawn, You’ll Be Gone in my head. My lung feels okay now, but I doubt whatever has been infecting it is completely gone. I wish Morrissey would put his arms around me before it’s too late. There is nothing I want more.
 
I woke up yesterday morning with a tune in my head, it’s rather annoying when this happens, as the tune is firmly lodged there all 4king day.

For those who are remotely interested in the tune it was a song by Kirsty McCall, called
Don’t play the cowboy with me sunny jim.
 
I don’t think I have a cold or flu. I think the mold infection has gained traction again.
 
I keep having rather surreal dreams about apocalypse scenarios lately. I miss my dreams about opera singers.

Also I definitely need to take a break from threads about contentious issues on Reddit/Facebook etc. Too much bad faith arguing.
 
This is why I avoid such places… The friends
That I have now, some from the past, are still my friends. The ones who have slipped through the net over the years, well can stay there.
This said I was at a school reunion a few weeks back, (1984) leavers, and that was lovely…. Exchanging old stories and learning things that I thought was written in stone, well some stories were , I was completely wrong or I’d misunderstood situations…
All good fun, and a bigger reunion is planned for this November 😃
 
This is why I avoid such places… The friends
That I have now, some from the past, are still my friends. The ones who have slipped through the net over the years, well can stay there.
This said I was at a school reunion a few weeks back, (1984) leavers, and that was lovely…. Exchanging old stories and learning things that I thought was written in stone, well some stories were , I was completely wrong or I’d misunderstood situations…
All good fun, and a bigger reunion is planned for this November 😃
It seems no matter how much you may dislike someone when you're younger, you always have a sense of respect for them when you're older. Well, at least most of them.
 
Which one of the rent-a-hos popped out a slug?!
Do you have a child… NO.
Do you have a car…. NO.
Do you own your own home… NO
Do you continue slaving away
At the 99 cent store…. YES.

How you getting on with being
A sex worker?
Another huge flop in your pathetic CV ..

Your that dumb, that you can’t even
4ck properly.

Pleasantries said… How ya keeping Rifkie..

It has been a while since we last chatted 🥰
 
It seems no matter how much you may dislike someone when you're younger, you always have a sense of respect for them when you're older. Well, at least most of them.
When you get to my age one or two are just insufferable….
But yes .. I agree here … if you haven’t seen pals for years, then yes some are completely different from when they were 15-16 .

I’m completely different now from when I was a young lad.
 
Tags
anxiety bloody awful poetry testing the waters trying to feel good in your own skin trying to make friends wanting to alleviate anxiety wanting to feel safe to be honest wanting to have integrity
Back
Top Bottom