Downstairs neighbours, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha.. ( All things happen outside Diss)

Woke up safe/sad to leave. Ride to the station, early morning  pret. No veggie brioches, just waiting sun, and a low rise on majestic stone. Window watching  a homeless  man rolling his first cigarette of the day, stretched out, languidly at ease as if in his very own bedroom,  double thickness duvet,  mat-like  beneath him .A dark haired Buddha, strewn and possessed.

No veggie brioches, had to contend with bacon.

Nondescript hotel, plush levels, carpeted floors,  corporate  sign boards lighting the way,  pretend-friendlies with proclaiming hearts , the mass-welcoming of Dr X. We are all the same. Me and the five dwarves- five men and me, all shades of old world and brown crinkly skin. The one with the stiletto moustache, who fought in Sadam's army; the quiet African and  the geriatric imp-twins, white haired nostrils and ears,  riotous, emphatic out-liers,. All but one-  the new friend who carried my colours  while I battled  the potbellied trainer/intruder; he  and his  " weak women and strong men". Nobody blinked  till I spoke. Female Challenger charging his white bellied certainty as it hung over his belt; mock bearded privilege stretching  all the way to his power point. This is 2018 for God sake! After, when it was over, after the heat had been shed and the blood had been spilt, reflected on, fed back and rated; new friend took me to the bus stop, called me a tourist, and  put me on the no 10. Oxford street, where on certain days  experience means more than flimsy shoes, and those experiences lead to a sun trap  by the sea; except it wasn't sea, it was swans and ice-creams wrapped   in bright smiles and peddleboats; and an enthusiastic engineering German, who said he like the way I read; kerouac on a suit case, or was it the way I sat?. " I need something like that" he said. I suggested Hot Yoga..But clocks  rang, all the way to the top of the park, past the woman of the stripped top and  brown wedged shoes, the  very one  I'd seen  earlier on in the day in a city of how many millions? This was more than speed and lights and suitcase pulling, even as I made it to  the track and gave my dinner away, all the while  waiting for a little magic train that  was losing it's  way. MB

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eminem/ machine gun kelly beef.

I-phoned again

In 1903 EM Forster wrote this:

" I want to see you not through the Machine,” said Kuno. “I want to speak to you not through the wearisome Machine.”

“Oh, hush!” said his mother, vaguely shocked. “You mustn”t say anything against the Machine.”

“Why not?”

“One mustn”t.”

“You talk as if a god had made the Machine,” cried the other. “I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but it is not everything. I see something like you in this plate, but I do not see you. I hear something like you through this telephone, but I do not hear you.”

"...Few travelled in these days, for, thanks to the advance of science, the earth was exactly alike all over. Rapid intercourse, from which the previous civilization had hoped so much, had ended by defeating itself. What was the good of going to Peking when it was just like Shrewsbury? Why return to Shrewsbury when it would all be like Peking? Men seldom moved their bodies; all unrest was concentrated in the soul.....Man, the flower of all flesh, the noblest of all creatures visible, man who had once made god in his image, and had mirrored his strength on the constellations, beautiful naked man was dying, strangled in the garments that he had woven. Century after century had he toiled, and here was his reward. Truly the garment had seemed heavenly at first, shot with colours of culture, sewn with the threads of self-denial. And heavenly it had been so long as man could shed it at will and live by the essence that is his soul, and the essence, equally divine, that is his body...Cannot you see, cannot all you lecturers see, that it is we that are dying, and that down here the only thing that really lives is the Machine? We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It has robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralyzed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it. The Machine develops - but not on our lies. The Machine proceeds - but not to our goal. We only exist as the blood corpuscles that course through its arteries, and if it could work without us, it would let us die.” The machine stops by EM Forster.

Far from the madding Crowd ~starts and ends.

copy7right MB

learn it, learn it well.

Gabrielle Lutze

27 Reasons Why I Choose To Be A B*tch And Will Never Apologize For It

By Ashley FernMay 28 2015

People throw the term "bitch" around like it's a bad thing.

It seems whenever you voice an opinion, stand up for something, someone or yourself, you're deemed one.
Honestly, if that's the criteria, I'll call myself a bitch before you do, and I'll be damn proud of it.
Since when did having a voice get you such negative backlash? Shouldn't this be something we encourage people to do?
Isn't this one of the biggest problems with people -- they aren't confident enough to speak their minds?
So why do I choose to be a "bitch?"

1. I refuse to let you play the dumb card.

There is absolutely nothing cute about being dumb, and you're out of your f*cking mind if you think I'm going to dumb myself down to your level.
Why people feel the need to downplay their intelligence is beyond me and frankly something I don't have time for.

2. I don't tolerate ignorant people.

If you entertain ignorant people, all this does is add fuel to their fire, forcing you to listen to complete and utter bullsh*t for extended periods of time.

3. I respect intelligence.

If you don't use common sense, you're not the person I want to be spending my time talking to.

4. I refuse to lie just because you can't hear the truth.

Why ask a question you don't want to hear the answer to? Giving you the cold, hard truth makes me a bitch?
No, that makes me honest and you unable to deal with the reality of the given situation.

5. I don't need anymore friends.

By age 25, you really have all the friends you need. Anyone else you meet from here on out is basically just a networking connection.

6. I don't care about your opinion.

Thank you very much, but I have my own. No, no seriously, I'm good.

7. I don't need your approval

Too many people feel the need to receive validation from others. What is that going to do for you and your life anyway? The only person's validation you need is your own.

8. I don't f*ck with people who are just going to f*ck me over.

There are certain people in life who are selfishly motivated. Why would I want to encourage them and make them believe they have some sort of place in my life? I don't...

9. I'd rather be hated for who I am than liked for who I'm not.

I'm not going to be overnice because you're oversensitive. This is who I am, and if you can't deal with it, that sounds like your issue.

10. I'm over bullsh*t.

There comes a point in people's lives when they realize they need to stop worrying about inconsequential bullsh*t and things out of their control.
The sooner you realize this, the better off everyone will be -- especially yourself.

11. I have no qualms calling you out on your sh*t.

In fact, I thrive on it. How are you supposed to know when you're f*cking up if people don't point out things you aren't able to clearly see for yourself?
Instead of calling me a bitch, maybe you should be thanking me.

12. I'm confident in who I am and what I stand for.

Instead of insulting me, you should probably try and figure out how to be more like me.

13. I don't need your 50 selfies on my news feed.

We've met, and therefore, I know exactly what you look like, so excuse me if I don't want to indulge your ridiculous behavior.

I also don't feel like seeing you bombard my feed with your kiss faces.

14. I know the difference between hot dogs and legs.

Your vacation pictures are all fine and great, but all they do is make me feel like sh*t about being stuck in my cubicle.
Please don't be offended when I unfollow you, or be offended -- it really doesn't make much of a difference to me.

15. I don't need a filter to be cool.

There are two types of females in this world -- those with a filter and those without a filter.
Being cool is speaking your mind, and if that means I'm a bitch, so f*cking be it.

16. I'm not afraid of what people may think when I speak my mind.

The more of a reaction I can get, the better. I don't speak in regards to how it'll make you feel; I speak because I have something to say.

17. I don't care what you have to say.

If I wanted to know, I'd ask.

18. I've met a million of you before.

There are too many carbon copies of the same type of person out there.
If you've met one, you've met them all, and just like the rest of them, I'm not interested in talking to you either.

19. I don't like wasting anyone's time.

Time is the most precious gift you have, so why would I waste it exchanging niceties with a person I don't event want in my life? For the sake of being polite? Who has time for that?

20. I'd rather be real than fake being your friend.

Shouldn't you be happy about this? Not only am I saving my own time, I'm saving yours as well. I know, you're welcome.

21. I don't need to take the easy way out.

Being nice is a boring cop out -- it's too easy to avoid preaching your beliefs. And how do people get ahead in life? They struggle and take the hard route.

22. I'm not afraid to stand up for what I believe in.

And you shouldn't be either!

23. I don't waste time telling you what you want to hear.

I only say things people need to hear. If you want reassurance of your values, go to a shrink.

24. Being selfish is the only way to get ahead in life.

You will never reach your full potential if you are constantly thinking of other people.
Sure this may sound cynical, but if you really think about it, it's the harsh and honest truth.

25. I value my time.

I don't have time to tiptoe around your feelings. I'm concise, raw and to the point.

26. I love myself and will never love anyone else as much.

Does this make me sound pathetic? Not in the slightest...

27. I put me first.

At the end of the day, the only person you have is you, so if who you are makes you a bitch, well congratulations -- you are one strong f*cking woman.
For more of her thoughts, humor and ridiculous opinions follow Ashley Fern on Instagram and Twitter.

Burnt effigies to a faultless crime.

The brightness of a pastel daze, obliterated in a fucked up gaze. A womb into the unknown.Canned imaginings, he holds my throat with pinched finger and a brutal thumb. I rip my own blood as he dares to bury me -  limbs and arms broken. Nostrils fight and flare  against his Brogue wanderings, the Irish charm of tooth and  claw nail hammerings. Burnt upon these ancient lines, my mad days wanderings. Thrust inverted from gloss to grime. A hammer against a meaningful life. MB