when the people have gone

i am a happy little camper……when they sit there and talk and have a good time not hurting anybody, it can get right on my tits….but in the end they go….and i’m filled with……something akin to happiness; but not in the all encompassing ‘state’ that that particular word lends itself towards inferring…….it’s far more situation specific….i don’t know that i have the exact words required to express it…..i shall leave it up to this song…..sit back and enjoy the wild ride!!!!!

i like traffic lights

the one on youtube cuts off before the end….buffoon


thatch has escaped…….

……but did he really want to…….yes…….but did he…….yes………but really………possibly

judge for yourself

how shitliness is next to godliness

if one is a shit, it so seems to me, one is indelibly inclined towards an infinite propensity to forgive, and to turn one’s other cheek; do what you wish to me; there is nothing that i have not already done – not necessarily to you, but without doubt to one of your kind – that will allow me to bestow anything upon you but forgiveness……neither can i be offended; abuse me, use me, drag me, and my name, through the dirt, pummel me with accusation and vitriol; i am immune, i cannot be hurt, i am immortal

i can seek it…..this splurge of hatred…..if i deem that i deserve it; you may think you choose to justifiably attack me, you may actually attribute the initial retributive idea to yourself! you may have it; it’s yours, whether it makes you feel better or not is of no concern to me; i’m here for the cleansing of my own filthy soul – water doesn’t know whether it’s holy or not, nor so by whom it is made – but the perception of a guilt you may have at a draconian outburst initiated ‘by yourself’, hmmm?; ‘of your own free will’; i’ll have that; i’ll take the marauding hordes and be stripped to the bone just so i can sweep an omnipotent, reaping  arm of forgiveness over the shameful lot of you, whether you want it or not….i shall remain unhurt, and undiminished, and free to grow and sow again

thankfully i’m lovely; therefore hold a grudge, get jealous, and would punch you in the throat were you to so much as look at me cock-eyed 🙂

it’s 9.14 pm where thatch is

it’s just an excerpt from his diary; i say just….there are no links or explanations in it, or songs; i read it and i thought of this one:

laura marling, ‘the captain and the hourglass’:

i don’t think he’d mind, here it is

and it’s one of those that technically doesn’t go anywhere….a bit like this one…..which is quite old now!!

is there anything worse than a broken heart…..

…turns out there is……..but i can’t seem to insert the video here so i’ll link to it instead – click here

day 2….of sorts….of thatch’s expedition

it seems the road to shangri-la doesn’t run smooth; thatch’s second post is here