Rock Pockets

For Stupidity Reasons, I've had to forego Rock Moving Work.  There are knots of Rock Pockets that have stymied Intelligent Design.  Trust me here Kidz---I WANT "to be smot" but it just aint happenin' NOW.  It troubles me. 

So Yesterday I focused on the Garden of Stephen.  I had to empty the Compost Container, a 50 gallon THUG of liquefied and PUTRID-FIED Kitchen Waste and Table Craps.  I shoveled it into a wheelbarrow and then into trenches and holes so that it could decompose with Fecund Magic.  Garbage and I are INTIMATE Friends.  Pigs LOVE fresh Garbage and so do I.  I mean, the STENCH was VOLUMINOUS  yet I REVELED in Its Majesty.  I'm sick ---SICK I tell you.

It's that Garbage and I have HISTORY.  Garbage was my Life >>>  It paid for Sword, Most of It Anyway ----So----there's THAT  /\ .

The 'thing' ISN'T the Garbage, it's the HISTORY.  One View has HISTORY 'making' what I  am today.  My HISTORY (somehow) was RESPONSIBLE for my Farming DESIRE for Fertilizer.
There is the Cosmic Round---the so-called Cycle of Existence, where Shit begins as shit but 'ends-up' as DELICIOUS Vegetables>>>>> The FUEL of  LIFE.

I LOVE writing >>>>Eating fresh vegetables is eating fresh GARBAGE <<<<<  .

I crap my self uP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!