Mrs Tersable
Mrs. Tersable had the patience of Hades with a lengthy dose of blue ball build up syndrome.
Beans on toast, eaten straight out of a tin can – this is not how she was used to living, outside of her comfort zone.
She wore wooly jumpers to cover the razor sharp teeth piercing through her very own flesh.
She was so gifted in signing off with a ‘kiss kiss’ and a ‘mwah mwah’– tres AbFab darling
BBC Nigella’s best Italian dish.
Unfortunate event, she was the kind of lady who had to learn how to suck the devil’s cock. Have her ass smacked and molded into a fine knight mare.
The tragedy in her quest to rise to power in a Patriarchal society took a heavy blow on a high voltage setting ,following a trail to the bully matriarch beatbox competition at ye olde fayre.
She rose in stature until she hit her own glass ceiling – a rose always needs to be pruned. All flowers, eventually, lose their fragrance and bloom.
Every season there will always be another eager seedling waiting to come out and steal her once-signature odorous perfume.
It’s a lamentable world we live in when the people who are meant to be teachers and mentors,
refuse to listen to their own apprentice or student who listens , then questions the station ranked above.
Not all students climb this far to then curtsey disabled in fear, at one vicious bark – all the way on the Yorkshire moors.
What does this say about us as parents, role models, teachers when we refuse to admit our own errors?
We pinch our noses to avoid inhaling one whiff of humble pie, no one saw you order a Miss Hannigan chaser.
An associate of those benefit drunks with the DT tremors?
Feedback at any age,gender ,role or title is crucial to evidence your presence in eternal life learning.
Mistakes are a necessary jigsaw piece to conclude this game.
It’s not so much what we don’t say as to how we say it.
Oops, maybe that 15-year-old child shouldn’t have appeared to be marking that essay on the subject of learning to ‘look kept while she is on the game- earning’.
Bullies come in a plethora of forms – the ones with the sweetest touch can turn on a person like a stye in the eye.
Manic and wide-eyed .
‘Attention , we now introduce you to Sir werewolf faint heart . ‘
His title gives him permission to tear down the fourth wall but he promptly decides to use off stage to indicate he has his role – his own part.
So changeable – so constant.
If it weren’t for experimental folk, you might believe that the very word had been a word that ‘phantasmagoria -the shouting star’ ,hurtled down to you from a startling height in a –
can you picture it?
A cosmic sky.
Oh, how some serfs do like a good old-fashioned backdrop.
Kitchen sink drama – ironing and puffing a cig so soon after a hideous operation tumor larynx op.
I don’t mind subjective commentary .
Political and social change is in a state of osmosis.
Dame Equlibrium!
Where is she hiding ? be a darling and throw us an adlib objective objection – based on some factual,theoretical documentary.
Ego hypothetically propositioned and the recent report is he is officially unwounded.
Id is feeling indulgently charitable.
Super ego is insulted on behalf of all the marginalized it chooses to write about.
Prepared to work with all senses engaged, ready to gain insight and to ‘show and tell’ how flawed this world truly is .
Just because it says something black on white – doesn’t mean it’s exempt from giving you a bad case of colonic irrigation ,peppered doubt.
The biggest bullies are the usual suspect atypical members – they all have a hidden agenda.
Keep your cool and refuse to cower from the tirade of abuse screamed down the cord of a retro style, dial-up telephone – switch on to radio channel smoothie blender.
Only you can be your greatest ally and defender.
Or,
you could go on one hell of a bender.
Never been an option for the author who has fought off more heated bitches in duplicitous organizations with a questionable gender.
*Inspired by good old fashioned rotten to the core bullies sitting in apple trees *
Posted on Oct 26, 2018, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, Feminist, humanity, justice, Life, society, Stream of consciousness, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Were did I put that blender?!?!
Good advice Daisy 🙂
XxX
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WOW! THANK YOU – you didn’t have to that 🙂 have a fab weekend
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This is great! I love every word of this post – it made my day.
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Thanks, Eujenia. Really? how come? lol
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The stream of consciousness and “making strange” makes for a fantastic poem!! And LMAO at the cyclops bride picture–you find the best images to accompany your posts.
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Hey Eve, hope you are well. Thank you…….. I always think people might think – that is waaaaaaaaaay to bizarre but oh well – it takes all sorts to make up a world ha ha xx catch up with you soon
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