Mum is very Busy

Busy going to hell and not being anywhere on time. Why because hell is here on earth without a break without a nudge? Business as usual? Well, expect me to die from some sweat?

I do not feel the heat the same as everyone else, and when I am off on the beaten track, there is no one to offer me comfortable solace. I have to take what is on hand. The thing was no, of course not. We are here to help. Everyone is.

They are offending the world because they have the right attitude, and then they make the grave mistake they dislike they cannot speak because they are gravely inside a cage of walled silence.

I am prejudiced against you, but there is no reason, just dislike. I prefer my women nude and available.

The things we are and are becoming the middle-aged sporting behavior, and the whole thing is insane? What is insane because they appear to forget that writers are all different difficult, and never submissive.

All the girls like the girls in my group. Speaking less as Miss or something, does it not appear as less smart? Look, we have the contracts and the contacts. Are nice ones okay?

We are airborne, and when we fly, we are cats bickering over the spoils we dislike the person, so we go on the seat and speak perpetually until the bitch or person goes away. Outside, there is not much to say to someone unlike everybody else.

I have been outside looking in the window all my life. So the thing that mattered to me were the stories of people whom I observed.

The little beetle is out now. We can go and say something good and careful.

"Myself included, no one better to be bitter than a woman."

"Men are bitter too?"

"Well, they are less sharp than the woman."

"You said what my husband has just hurt me."

"What dear, what a dear to think what was his reason?"

"Nothing I was sitting amiably with my mother."

"Why?"

"Speak to me. What does it mean when no one is listening when everyone is just ignoring me."

When does it happen? Then what is the meaning of the thought? What does it mean? Why does it matter what I say when I am blowing in the wind?

"Destroy her?"

"Damn her."

"Meltdown."

"We are all in agreement."

"Judgement day happens because the thing was I am inclined not to have sex with the women."

"She is singular."

"Monoprint."

"Who it is not mollified."

"Look, you used the wrong word, and that is a sin most dire."

"Apologises."

"Unacceptable."

"What is wrong with you all?"

"Get back to the story."

"Yes, sir."

"I am a fool."

"Yes, but the thing was it was nothing my family depended on me."

"They would?"

"Yes, they did. I made grown-up decisions. When he was seven, I made a man leave his family, and he had to be adopted by his father and mother never forgot what had happened."

"What had happened?"

"Well, the little kid screamed so much did not like the father throwing him about so sold him back to the woman who brought him."

"Smack her hide?"

"No mother did not say that it was her child."

And the child was crying all the time, so I sent him back to where he belonged, where he appeared to be happy.

When he came back with the stick to harm his mother, I held the stick to tell him to sod off. He never forgot or forgave me.

And all because he had been screaming and shouting as a baby. You see, it is a cruel world.

"Steady now?"

"I am steady."

"I am almost as good as the rest of the family."

"You were seven years old."

Years of despair sent them mad the whole family did not divulge the cruelty of behaving like that. Lies and more of it led me to believe that I was sitting at home when it was crumbling like dirt, with the worst part, the part that mattered, gone.

What did you do?"

"I sent the baby to him what I supposed was his mum."

"It was his wet nurse, and Zeks was the real mother."

"She had been carting the baby Z when she and the man, the uncle C, who was with her, spent the best night together."

She said she lost the little virtue she had because she had been too tired to resist. The plucky moment came when she said I cannot carry my baby anymore take her for a time.

"No." Said C and she stopped asking him.

That was Fidel's brother. He loved his sister-in-law. He said so. Fidel marrying her was his loss.

Mother poor lost mother went like a lost chicken, and she plucked feathers and went nagging and nagging, digging and speaking until she spoke no more.

He gave her three thousand pounds because she had been falsely accused of stealing money. He had come to clean the mess. He had to because his brother had asked him to.

He was somewhat tied up. A girl or something had got his interest. The whole family felt the beholden do their duty. The thing was doing their duty went to Zeks head. She hated the whole lot of them.

The things one does is what left me speechless. She Zeks being the woman who did not let anything stand in the way of her happiness, then left the kid with someone.

I do not know who. She came to the woman looking with loathing at her. The baby had developed complications and was about to die. The baby was not allowing her to work. She needed to work, and the money that Zeks had left was not enough.

She was a fiery black-headed woman small and thin. She was out to get more money and to enrich her own life she wanted her own kids not to look after someone else's sick baby.

I did not think that she was a good mother, but our mother was worse.

Sorry, the baby's real mother it is a highly confusing thing to be involved with the dumping ground left babies, and that is what did not understand why should they never own what they had.

"Sometimes life is so cruel." Shouted Zeks.

Results are the whole, and there it is on show. We must all bare ourselves and mark the time with tap dancing so that we may not go mad.