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Nonsense
I am left only with nursery rhymes
I woke up really lonely today. I had been having a dream that I was lonely and the caretakers and janitors who work in my mind were careless today and left some litter in my playground. I used to wake up and laugh, deliberately to chase away the demons still lunching on my past. They would just sit and chatter and occasionally reach down for another morsel that fell off a dream. My mind, once I had belly-laughed would be clear and I would greet the morning and the morning post with vigour and fortitude.
'Ah, here is one...brown envelope...plastic panel with my name and address showing through...what does it say...let's see. Oh! Look at that! The sky is going to fall in. Chicken Licken did you write this? You Rascal! Bit stinky though. Did you write this in the chicken coop again?'
'Hello neighbours! Yes, I am intoxicated again.' They don't know what happy is.
Not today though. I have been deserted. My care-takers have gone run away or gone on strike and there is just one crumpled elderly one holding his scrawny hand out, 'Change! Change! I won't leave you. Change! Change!'
Maybe you will. Do they all want me to change, or just need me to provide a few more scraps of meagre succour to feed themselves with? More vitamin and mineral supplements perchance?'
I have been knocking the vitamin and mineral supplements on the head lately in case I was poisoning myself. It seems I am not. All the little creatures that make up my creativity are nestled under dry leaves and shed-fur burrows trying to enter hibernation. Well, we will see about that! Arise! Stand to order! Up! Up! Up! Let's be having you!'
Realistically, it takes about a week to rouse them all and get them in line and awake enough to pass a thought along and add to its value before it is packaged, sent and delivered to my consciousness.
Oh look! Another brown envelope on my doormat. 'Let's see!' 'Thomas Dolby told us to say to you: Give [us] your shoulder, [we] need a place to wait for morning... Please don't ask questions. [We] itch all over. Let [us] sleep.'
'Hmmm. Thomas Dolby, Airwaves. You tapped into my memory.' I will trickle feed them.
Fortunately, I have a million pounds to live on. Which is the same million I have if I also have ten Level 3 qualifications and one of them is on hallucinating that I have nine others. My horse fell over on Saturday in the Grand National and I watched the riderless horse keep merrily jumping. Well done, horse. You are as much use as a Bitcoin account with a lost password. I am going to have to work again today, aren't I?
I shall just have to plant some flower seeds this week. Flowers are pretty and are good for the insects and for others to look at and smell. What's that, Naked Emperor, I should have a bath and wash some clothes? Cutting! Especially from you!