Moving on.
Welcome. It is as well to remember, thisis the creative writing forum,
You have been warned
Henceforth
No pussyfooting
Strictly here and now
Not unlike reality
Did someone show you how
You forgot your nature
How you fell asleep
Took on board
Such nonsense
It’s important that we keep
Hello? Anyone in there?
The Cleaner - gone midnight.
Just leaving
Smile.
Another day.
joined to the last one
Beyond it
Be yond
Except the pull out that may pull you in
And that pull is suddenly reversed
Swith a roo
Swith and bait
Whatever position is a place beyond
Judgement that they or any one can offer, no help
To be in, pushed the reversed by opinion
Honey inside chicken shit out side
Meant this
Meant that
If you only knew me I would want this
From you or your friend
And on top of her voice so obvious she said throwing me a lifesaver
Stick it out boy
Stick it out stick it in
Then forget that life flies in then out lava like
Any position faint and very sweetly gurgling for a while.
The hardness envelopes the sweet child just a position any, juxtaposition
try shield
From the dazzling
From the yearning to be, different strokes recapture the same., as never always,
Over and over can’t stop living can’t stop until losing
Her
Then the next eternal search and sweet child make him safe and sound from the deep drops into this ravine,
The satiated with all firms everywhere any time with anyone because its always,
You don’t understand ever, and then deep sleep, exhale and you communion with her, through the
Solemnity of my reckoning heart.
Be warned, and eclipsed by the dark sun.
Joy, sad, hand, touch,
Go on now, don’t look back for tears
to fears.
Its near .
Trembling hand off, five hours pssst.
since.
So now . waited 3:19 am.
A border line crossed again. And as rejections pile up, and have reached a significant barrier, ( last straw her husband my great slkmeball of a son in law, unlocks the safe lock on the smart phone)
Gotten some juicy private stuff well proofed ) probably thinks he’s gotten some kind of heavy ammo into an Achilles heel), bi compromising replicas.
Why he do that? because he is desperate, finding her indiscreet with someone at work?!?
Well phi-phy, cause taking care of his kid, while spending his time in locked garage grumbling, she has straight jib, while he chews uppers and gets xrazy, think in of payback, his partner kicked him out took his money for grass business, now he’s up the creek without paddle.
Thinking acceptance is what I seek, and a petty auto da fe to maybe self destruct with ; will bother the hell out of me.
Well, no.
At the point of the end of despair, will just use his new found ammo, as intrigue to outguess who will blink.
After all the most conservative reproach from life mate will consist of things she ling suspected, and Murphy’s law will not work to self annihilate, only carry me to succeed to write of the eclipse of humiliation.
For the biggest charm in this life so far has been the grand achievement of private jest , it’s political residue
and the real and/or imagined glee upon discovery, hey I got goods on the fucker.
No, not here, not me.
Try me I will shadow him, as he imagines being some kind of scarion of a vulture circling around a withering soul, and that is ulterior to his preposterous unsuspecting enemy: the one closest and nearest to yours truly.
The black sun has shown his cruel rays on Harry Crosby, before, Caress and the desert crowd of Tangiers in a very private descriptive relation.
It’s 3 am and the deal’s delicious feel of discovery pitting my innards against his excrement finding a purified exit to manage with some degree of finesse and dignity…
How much out who knows, maybe will leave it for him to find.
As to the politics here its all healthy and in sync with eyes vampire batted, as voltures praying making for better course agreeing with assessments of this rotting to the core, human nature defiled, but a bound and pedigreed workaholic, whose only mission amounted to living his little list grandson, to whom he promised a level of secure fidelity the scumbag can’t?
When they shacked, he commendingly started with how I’m everything his Backyard of a father wasn’t, and it started with a promise. Me tinkering in the kitchen and cooking up delicacies for his wanting palate, whereas now needs and tidbit paranoias into veiled blackmails, even shaking small caliber into face a surmising grin, on threat of slights to disbondage.
He knows she has this boyfriend at work, holding down a job, straight and clean, not using and hiding in garages to a compromising and compensating high, and getting the goods on an ego threat.
And yet she lives him, sleeping through the day, waiting for her to come home from work,
take it easy, not get family get to you, sure , if it was up to me, but love can do strange things that have little whithall to, and it is so mixed with all that went on before, enough to pre form a reasonable lobotomy forth with.
Got to run, knowing out there, in the vast steppes of internet spaces, stretched out far and wide, the worn mind of cliches serve faithfully no one. As one of Becket’s cubicle tenants in how it is, will make very little difference in the big scheme of things.
(Actually it was 3 am here per rule) & (scratched unwarranted ad-hominem so lest appearances lead the way.)
Thank you for contributing, Meno. You are too evasive for me. I admire those with the capacity to read between the lines. I am unable. You are too profound for me! But please, feel free to contribute. Any time! 
Where were we?
Why here there everywhere but most of all here and now
When? Now but as soon as I think now, its past, so don’t think And then there it is?
No how!
Nowhere" nan, between lines
Of fancy,
There there screaming pointing and look nuttin’ there except
Some trivial inner skullary return ing
That look
There there there
Where , we’ll before,
Before that and that
Tat tat tat tat
Despertat
Desperarhis
Meaning in lost there lost there could never recover that time
Total vioeout thinmin’ that , that time
But that was then, when seeing not two feet before the other things occurred
Concurred
Recurred
Time gave cover
Think things over
Escape
Here and there from
And now where are we?
Well of course, where we were.
Batallion,
RightFace!
Bear Arms!
About face!
As we were!
That’s where we were, are…(and u2 don’t tell me to get the he’ll put just settin’things straight between us, need friend will travel.)
Violation of rule #1, its late morning .
So sorry the chinaman lips, lisps.
Twitching face marked resolve ok@post, 2post. Whew, that IS a relief.
Burps slightly
Barps more then be gone elsewhere another day., with a deep and irreverent bow, … …
If I am understanding correctly, you are suggesting that raspberries can be found growing on gooseberry trees! 
You also seem to be having difficulties with your daughter’s partner’s unreasonable behaviour. If this is the case, you have my sincere sympathy.
As far as consciousness is concerned, it has been suggested that one is unable to contemplate “now” as it is merely an alternative word for eternity. A lot of ‘nows’ joined together. 
It is or may be suggestive, yes, but how silmuntanious the different " NOW"s are depend on some kind of calibration, and the question of authorship arises as to that.
Or, is calibration even contingent on basis of the backward look on the construction of many.'now’s ?
Deconstruction appears to suggest the functional deficiency, and simulated artificial necessity to sustain the appearance of retaining it.
Calibration.
verb (used with object), cal·i·brat·ed, cal·i·brat·ing.
to determine, check, or rectify the graduation of (any instrument giving quantitative measurements).
to divide or mark with gradations, graduations, or other indexes of degree, quantity, etc., as on a thermometer, measuring cup, or the like.
to determine the correct range for (an artillery gun, mortar, etc.) by observing where the fired projectile hits.
to plan or devise (something) carefully so as to have a precise use, application, appeal, etc.:
a sales strategy calibrated to rich investors.
“You’re early.”
Mister Howe?
No, I’m James Peatt,
Peatt?
Forgive me, I meant Pratt.
So you are the Pratt in Pratt coming here and now.
That would be me.
I wonder if you could help me.
I will do my best.
The Past.
What about it?
We were rather hoping that you might
We?
Well.
There is not a soul on this planet who can change the taps.
Fair enough, I’ll ask my mate, he’s a Plumber.
“You’re late.”
Better late then never
I’m right on time…
Crashed on the sofa earlier, only to wake up and have missed another episode of The Looming Tower… my weekend viewing has not been going to plan.
It’s been changed to 4 am.
One thing though, this setup would be way convenient for me since Your 4 am is for me totally different, actually it is afternoon. People like You may develop an attitude that I am inclined to take advantage of you having to stay up the wee hours of the morning , while I am merely entertaining myself during the wee hours at your expense.
Funny, though, the irony is that I should have kept my mouth shut, and enjoy this game of who knows when, what, why and from.
Just proves I am a simple and honest soul., and ignorant to boot if the other possibility is I go by a different measurement of time: by going by sunup and sundown.
I am sitting in the Sydney branch of PCH&N…
Thanks
MagsJ :
I didn’t want to upset the order of postings, but here is a backward look, ( I like to call it ’ time travel) to those ignoble birds:
A group of crows is called a murder.Crows are black birds known for their intelligence and adaptability, and for their loud, harsh “caw.”
Say what?
So I guess they can be considered a good thing to have around.
And :
In most of England, seeing a solitarycrow meant anger, but in Northamptonshire, it meant ill fortune.Crow, cawing in a hoarse voice, meant bad weather. A death omen was acrow cawing thrice as it flew over a house. … Crows have long been considered magical and it is said that finding a dead crow is a sign of good luck.Oct 31, 2013
So what’s good for the geese ( being called 'death) is not good for the gander ( the solitary ) ?
But perhaps solidarity between geese and crows is not as inconceivable as some kind of detante between Republican elephants and Democratic donkeys.
Crows are sly but defensively to protect an inner notion:
Many cultures consider crows to be the keepers of the Sacred Law, for nothing escapes their keen sight. To have a Crow as a power animal is extremely powerful stuff. When we meditate on the crow and align with it, we are instilled with the wisdom to know ourselves beyond the limitations of one-dimensional thinking and laws. We are taught to appreciate the many dimensions of both reality and ourselves, and to learn to trust our intuition and personal integrity.
Crows often appear in groups, and though there seems to be no variation in their caw-ing to each other, each caw actually has a different meaning. Their complex vocabulary is one sign of their intelligence, and is also a sign of their significance as power animals. When a crow explores something new, others watch closely to see what happens and then learn from it. They often make great noise when hunters are around, warning deer and other birds. Crows recognise potential danger and hence always post lookouts when feeding. This is their most vulnerable time. This helps us understand that we must watch what we believe, to test our habitual ideas about reality against a more universal standard.
Without paying careful attention, we are unable to understand the language of crows, this signifies the fact that we can’t always see beyond our own cultural limitations. These limitations include certain moral codes of right and wrong, along with ‘rules’ that accompany these codes.
Throughout history there have been many (unnecessary) conflicts and wars between humans due to differing moral and religious beliefs. To truly create a new age of love, peace and harmony it is of high importance for us to be able to transcend our particular cultural limitations and to hold in our hearts and souls what we share as spiritual beings in human form. We are all connected, infinitely and composed of the same ‘stuff’. We need to realise that hurting others only hurts ourselves. Crow is the bird which represents this transcendence.
Crow can also teach us to be mindful about judging people automatically. Be mindful of your opinions and actions. You need to walk your talk, to speak your truth and to know your life’s mission. Again, trust your intuition and personal integrity, to create your own standards, whether or not they matc those of the world around you. Be an individual, think for yourself, don’t necessarily follow the crowd!
In the courting process the male crow’s voice takes on a singing quality. This lets us see what the basis of sacred law is, unconditional love, the one unfailing principle by which we can test our own principles.
Crow is an omen of change. Crows live in the void and have no sense of time, therefore being able to see past, present and future simultaneously. They unite both the light and the dark, both the inner and the outer. Crow is the totem of the Great Spirit and must be held with utmost respected. They are representations of creation and spiritual strength.
Crows are messengers, telling us about the creation and magic all around us, that is available to us just for the asking. Look for opportunities to bring into being the magic of life. The striking black colour of the crow represents the colour of creation. It is the womb out of which the new comes into existence. Black is the colour of the night, giving birth to the light of a new day.
Crows are sly and can be deceptive in their actions. They have been known to build false nests high in treetops to confuse predators. Their nests are built very high up, giving them the chance to watch everything that is going on around them.
From the Journey of a Shaman:
As crows are adaptable to all environments and will eat almost anything, they can survive in almost any situation. Crow is surrounded by magic, unseen forces and spiritual strength. If crow enters your life, get out of your familiar nest, look beyond your present range of vision, listen to the message(s) in its caw and act accordingly.
MagsJ : look for strange magic to occur soon .
When I said I was right on time, I didn’t mean 3am on the dot… that was simply a coincidence that happened right after I submitted my post.
I, or… my house, has very recently started attracting crows… to go with the owls, passing seagulls, and other Ave species that seem to congregate or fly overhead, but the crows are new… having been around for only the last few days… their presence being initiated by a huge solo crow on the rooftop opposite.