Saw that Old Gal Again...

any Few of You who might have happened upon old previous blogs of my life's experiences may remember a Lady who rocked my world back in Dec 9th 2016 approx can't be bothered to go check exactitudes, for gimps...

well we had several encounters since, and each is a Natural high with a haunting detail of images, that malingers days afterwards, She is Still Stunning at 67 yrs old... no kidding, She has a Great Skull, which is the floor and source of all 'Great Beauty' without it and Symmetry your just another ugly peasant...

and I saw her again Yesterday, QBC 'Quite by chance... it's quite easy to exchange words and thoughts with Her, She was a Movie Star (on a small scale) back in the 1980s, NO I aint name dropping, but a Clue is 'Dragonslayer' 

anyhow Her Kids are away one in America working as a PRO Photographer, the other works at Sotheby's London, She is the one with Anorexia so I dont know how well she can lift move and present things?...

She has naturally Curly Hair and a Girlish chatty Nature, and astounding taste in Clobber (Clothes) The day before she looked like a Teenager who liked dressing up, in a Fur Jacket, a Russian Tank Commanders Hat, with an Enameled duck where the Soviet Star used to be, plus folding flaps covered her ears, it was hard to Recognise Her, but Her Dog gave Her away, it's always a re-charging feeling to encounter Her...

No, I am not in Love, its just a silly thing I have to tolerate, the last thing I ever want to do is 'Hassle Her'... But it is enough for me to know She exists and turns up occasionally... She speaks to me like I was worth talking to... 

that is an act of kindness, each time it is easier and more fluent, I never expect to see Her, it's when you DO Expect things that it all goes wrong, Keep your distance and desist from asking anything, 

More Men should take that advice; keep your distance it takes stamina to inhibit your persistence, I dont wanna be a pain in the ass, I wanna act like I got real emotional class!...

Like silent Holograms are seen through Broken glass...
each slither is a part of the other from another place an accumulated fraction of the reflection of a face to stop your Heart and time itself... Memento Mori: (the moment of Truth)

you may think its pathetic, 
But, I call it Ascetic