Sorry I am in a comma in a book.

I am looking down today. Send me gunpowder and your siins of depression

I came to in a full stop.

A colon never dies.

She failed English with too many comas in the right places.

Write a paragraph.

Will it reply?

Was God there?

Read my lips

Looking at your photograph I smile

One day  soon we’ll feel the world in  braille

I like your fingers they are very thin

Don’t take them off and keep them in a tin.

My fingers lost their fat now they look so good

Better than a hand made out of wood. 

One day I shall see you with my my  eyes.

I love you and I think you want a fight

Do men like bacon in the bed at night

Better eat it or the cat will bite

When I was 3 years old and my brothers were 4 & 5 we made some rules for fighting.

No biting,nipping or scratchinga

All these involve damaging the boundary of the skin.

If children can make rules like this, cannot Nations?

See the pansies all have little eyes.

Looking at us with complete surprise

Their velvet petals soft as mother’s womb.

Lay some gently on her now entombed

We all need better pastimes like we need tol good friends.

What to do on Sunday when the gloom descends.

What to at weekends what do at night

Get a little pussy as long as it won’t bite

Take a boxing lesson but don’t get in a fight

Read the Hebrew Bible ,hear the still still small voice

See the possibilities you always have a choice

We cast down lilies in the road.

It’s to us a well known code

We think the. Bread of Heaven’s come

Hitler eats it crumb by çrumb

Flowers by nature so designed

Appeal to both the heart and mind

First perceive and then dwell on

Beauty truth and hence reason

Astounded by the gentleness of flowers

Coloured angels help us through the hours

Nature is not minimal but lush.

Hush my baby,Hush my baby hush.

A Man from Mars would love the flowers so lush

The rambling rose the roses in a bush.

Delphiniums,foxgloves,herbs to make men blush

See the baby blackbird and the thrush.

I hear now they have kicked Love down the road.

They won’t pay the price, the cock has crowed

The government kicked the can across the road

Destroyed the home of Alfred my pet toad.

If only Alfred lived inside the house .

Never would he suffer such a bounce.

Alas he speaks no English though he’s bright.

I don’t know yet if adult toads can bite

Paradoxically, allowing yourself to be unhappy will make you happy.

Mary had a good sleep and after waking stretched like a cat, slowly and long

She phoned Annie.

Who is this,Annie asked?

It’s me Mary.
You don’t sound like Mary

Don’t you store numbers on your phone.

I have enough storage problems without keeping numbers.My wardrobes are packed

You don’t need a wardrobe, they are stored on the phone

Well the phone is too small to put much into it and I can’t see a little door to open

Good grief! Don’t you know the phone has a memory?

Don’t tell me they have brains

So do they have minds? What will they think of me after hearing what I say? j hope they can’t speak

For goodness sake get back into bed and get out on the other side.i don’t need all this in the morning.

Tough.You can’t control me.

Goodbye

Should we write in form to make a shape
Or let our minds run free, associate?
Such tangled webs within the mind are draped

Oh, to run as free as antelopes
But from sharp tigers noone will escape
Can we control , disarm within a shape?

Love’s enacted falsely , making rape
Inside our hearts shall we recover hope?
Such tangled webs the curtained mind creates

Round the marbled minds we half dazed traipse
Wherever we go hunting, we’re too late
Can we control our fear within a shape?

Collapsing faith cracks , can we concentrate
Or from the deal , do we dissociate?
Such tangled webs of mind make ripe our hate

Now sex compels but will can’t procreate
Can kindness smile and friendship instigate?
Should we write in form when we love shape?
Our mingled maps of mind might alter fate

He’s the type who hits himself on the head with a large wine bottle and then complains abour flying glass.

He’s the sort who swears at women when he’s happy and swears at them when he’s angry.And when he’s depressed he curses at himself which is much worse.

So I said to him,you need a change and he hit ME on the head with an empty bottle and complained t about the splinters getting in his heart.

So I said,you don’t need to break the bottle,just take the cork out.Then he said I was too bold and bright for a woman.

So I laid him on the bed and took out his splinters with my tweezers.
I stitched him up completely…he’ll be fine in a few weeks time when the cuts are all healed.
Meanwhile he’s resting in the cat’s basket.And the cat is in bed with me.Well,I thought he was a cat at first…turns out to be my ex… he still had a door key.
He said,what’s going on?There’sa man in a casket.
I said,No, he’s in a basket…

So he said,how big is your cat.
I showed him a photo.
That’s no cat it’s a cheetah,he informed me.
Just like you,I said naughtily
So he took the fence and ran away too sea…I hope it floats.
He ought to join the navy but he wore bottle green.
Why are bottle green,I wonder
And I l ike blue glass though not in shards.
So now the cat sleeps in a cot with its kittens… and feeds them all on demand and me as well.

That’s a saving gr

If you are judgemental about others they will return the compliment In addition you also judge yourself.And you are harsh.

I’m so shy I wear a colander over my mask.

I’m so shy I met my husband on line then married online

We are not sure whether we can have sex on line.

I am so shy I did not breast feed my child.I had IVF as my husband has HIV

Now we hope to meet as his sperm don’t like being posted online.

I am so shy I never have a bath naked .

I am so shy my startle reflex gave me angina

What use is fight or flight when you are having a heart attack?

I am so shy I wear an eye mask and a face mask. But I can hear you.

Why don’t they make head masks?

Oh I am so fed up being alone

Well it is your own fault for being so introverted.

Please don’t get angry with me

Why shouldn’t I, you are pathetic.

If so why are you here?

Well I love you

Oh don’t be distressed by my ingratitude.i was born dim.

But you can talk.

Stop arguing

Don’t tell me what to say.

I am only trying to help you.

To the loony bin.

Why,are you seeing things?

Have you seen them too?

Yes, it’s the Government.

Why are they here?

To drive us mad.

We are mad at already

Yes it is too boring

So let’s have therapy

With whom,?

If we get visions we may see Freud.

Does he speak English?

In my dreams.

You are so clever

How do you know?

I am the same!

What Is Misophonia?

Medically Reviewed by Arefa Cassoobhoy, MD, MPH on December 13, 2020

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Do certain daily sounds trigger an over-the-top emotional reaction, but yet don’t seem to bother anyone else?

This is the case with misophonia — a strong dislike or hatred of specific sounds.

What Happens?

Misophonia is a disorder in which certain sounds trigger emotional or physiological responses that some might perceive as unreasonable given the circumstance. Those who have misophonia might describe it as when a sound “drives you crazy.” Their reactions can range from anger and annoyance to panic and the need to flee.  The disorder is sometimes called selective sound sensitivity syndrome.

Individuals with misophonia often report they are triggered by oral sounds  — the noise someone makes when they eat, breathe, or even chew. Other adverse sounds include. keyboard or finger tapping or the sound of windshield wipers. Sometimes a small repetitive motion is the cause — someone fidgets, jostles you, or wiggles their foot.

Similarly, people with misophonia also say they often react to the visual stimuli that accompanies sounds, and may also respond intensely to repetitive motions. Researchers believe that those with misophonia may already have issues with how their brains filter sounds and that one of the features of “misophonic sounds” may be their repetitive noise. That repetition then exacerbates the other auditory sounds

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What Is Misophonia?

Medically Reviewed by Arefa Cassoobhoy, MD, MPH on December 13, 2020

Do certain daily sounds trigger an over-the-top emotional reaction, but yet don’t seem to bother anyone else?

This is the case with misophonia — a strong dislike or hatred of specific sounds.

What Happens?

Misophonia is a disorder in which certain sounds trigger emotional or physiological responses that some might perceive as unreasonable given the circumstance. Those who have misophonia might describe it as when a sound “drives you crazy.” Their reactions can range from anger and annoyance to panic and the need to flee.  The disorder is sometimes called selective sound sensitivity syndrome.

Individuals with misophonia often report they are triggered by oral sounds  — the noise someone makes when they eat, breathe, or even chew. Other adverse sounds include. keyboard or finger tapping or the sound of windshield wipers. Sometimes a small repetitive motion is the cause — someone fidgets, jostles you, or wiggles their foot.

Don’t make any more insinuations in the theatre.

Can’t you get a dictionary?

Why, are my incisions harmful,?

Yes,the cutting remarks and the sarcasm masquerading as irony .

My that’s good.For nothing

Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough
For widows and their masculine counterparts.
Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

No arms left now, that never will rebuff.
No eager lips which whispering love impart
Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough

People say, of course, the going’s rough
The coming’s gone and nothing shall gestate
Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

Never more to share cartoons and laughs.
Never more to be a chosen mate
Loneliness, the word’s not wrong enough.

Did we know the heart of what we had?
Did we learn the art of love. of fate?
Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

You have gone and closed now is the gate
In a mad ball, I dance with love and hate
Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough!
Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

Mary was not with Annie.She had been arrested She had tried to order a Spanish Omelette in

a Chinese restaurant The owner had suffered shock on hearing Mary’s voice and had passed out.

Did you hope to injure this man?

Of course not.I was very hungry so I sounded urgent.

You nearly wet yourself,the policeman said

How can you nearly wet yourself she murmured like a thunderstorm on Hellvellyn.

Either you wet or you don’t wet, she continued.

As far as others see.but you may have had to use those muscles to control your bladder.

I suppose that could be measured but is it worth it?

No, said the man.better to use it to buy a book.

So who is your favourite author

Tim Parkes he been informed her.

Who is yours?

I shall let you know

And so shall all of us.

I read that people who have dementia may be in a place where they are not receiving enough attention,

And it’s true

I see the underlying belief namely that we are in control of our speech and behaviour despite that we know how people react must be linked to where they live and which part of their country they live in

You call it the context of their life and we are all affected by this.People trapped in Ukraine will have feelings different from ours in the UK

It’s a bit like the frame of a picture.Some make it look much better.

That’s how retiring from work we enjoy can make us feel like a different person.

So we may need to do new things and maybe meet new people to build a structure again

I meant to comment on demented people shouting

It’s not all their fault it’s their context.

Anyone at all might shout if they endured the situation of these sufferers.

It also ocurrs to me that what other people do we think they do deliberately but judging outselves we we are kinder as we know fatigue, grief,getting out of the wrong side of the bed can make us say or do thoughtless things

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Power is at the root of it and they have so little power except being a nuisance

I notice some have penetrating voiced and uncanny crying like a baby with an adult larynx

There was one in the hospital but the voice had no individuality.They each sound like the others.

Can it be the animal cry that

predates speech? 

I heard one say to a nurse

If only I could be normal for one  hour

Katherine 4 May 2022

My heart is a butterfly with no wings

My heart is a Jenny wren with no songs

My heart is larger than the world

My heart knows stories never told.

Do not leave me with no words

Come to me,we shall not share.

There is no humour when the world’s at War .

The guns they use are no child’s little toy

The freshness of spring air soothes human souls

Except there is a war where Russia fights

So our happy feelings can’t take hold

Though late,spring air does soothe our anxious souls

Mr Putin’s mind is very cold.

In nothing nature does can he delight

Soft the sunny air on stricken souls

The freshness of spring air soothes human souls

Except for a grave war old Russians fights

We trudged across the cinders to the seats

By the lovely flowerbeds so sweet

I had wanted to play out with skipping ropes

But Daddy made me take him to the park

Another day it was the bowling green

The grass well cared for looked so very clean

The round balls clicked if they just touched or bumped

Not like cricket, bowls did not have stumps

I preferred the flowers,they were the best

Later they were laid for him at rest.