Gossips..Would you rather I said..?

The mechanism of death from hanging is effectively decapitation.        
R cerebral anoxia (which can lead to permanent brain damage), laryngeal fracture, cervical spine fracture, tracheal fracture, pharyngeal. The ligature in suicidal strangulation may be knotted or tightened like a tourniquet. As the ligature is tightened the face and neck may become congested due to slow venous compression. Laryngeal fractures are rare and injuries are mild and often confined to the single ligature mark around the neck. Respiratory asphyxia, interruption to cerebral blood flow because of occlusion of vessels in the neck, and cardiac inhibition secondary to nerve stimulation...Loss of intestine and bladder control, swelling of the tongue, soft tissue and eyeballs...        
       
There are other methods such as poison, morphine, bloodletting and numerous other ways, just as physically taxing, however.. I just found an image of hanging fitted the illustration a bit better than all the other ways.. I could have illustrated the image by using the fact of representing the corpse in a way that is accurate and true to life however these are things in life that are best left esoteric.        
       
In my work that I do I was not looking for a "shock factor" I just needed to express the entire situation in a way that would not breach my privacy.. At the time I was young, private and was simply mocking a situation, that I found hard to express, in order to deal with it.. The above illustration was just a tiny, insignificant fraction of the overall story. It also only filled a wee space on the paper highlighting the corpse insignificance.. At the end of the day the art work had to be sold and a picture of a hanging corpse possibly would be quite hard to shift..        
       
In the same respect, as the corpse, if I was going to express 1989 as a factual piece of art work or prose I could not do it.. I do not want to do it and nor did I want to deal with it with the police in 2021 let alone a bunch of pish padded mammies obsessed with their own pish padded matromonial non consential fantasies..        
       
Art has been used to provoke, mock, humiliate, glorify, inform, and  to hold protests for generations of people's through out history and with out creativity we would be speaking like stuffy, tweedy, book staled, anal doctors..        
       
I have absoletly no interest in relationships, babies or marriage.. I have no interest in ladies porno, ladies soft porn blockbusters , driving hubbies SUV, handbags nor flowers in return for giving heed.. I never wanted to be bound to a life style that has no elasticity, bound to the kids, bound to the kitchen sink, bound to a bed and bound to a boreville existence where eating cream cakes in front of the telly is the aspirational hight of sophistication.        
       
 I do not want to be bound to an office job, paper pushing,  nor bound to a man I cannot walk away from or children I can't just walk out on.. I do not want your debt, your mortgages or to be tied to government beniefits. I do not want to stagnate in situ in one place, on the sofa, washing bed pans, scrapping baby vomit off my shoulder and scooping baby poop off the upholstery.. I will not be tied down, I will not conform to the traditional place of a woman is in the bed, nor lumbering  wobbly bingo wings to diet club, nor will I conform to chugging overhanging bellies, mammy flaps slapping between thundering thighs,  all the way down a shopping isle.        
       
Cart loaded with fish fingers, chicken nuggets, oven chips and mammies secret prosecco and gin stash..        
       
I do not need designer handbags, shoes or pool holidays in Torremolinos, right next door to the local Brit fish and chip shop , I do not need flowers or chocolate in recognition of my services to a mans dick,        
       
 I do not need to fish my kiddies dummy out the potty, my teenagers  plastic earing out the toilet bowl or nor do I need to colour co- ordinate organize a sons porno collection of trout pout, peroxide blonde, glamour girls with surgically enhanced breasts, butts, eyebrows and cheekbones displaying nip and tucked cracks..        
       
 I have no interest in doing it how you do it..        
       
You the bored mammies, the bored housewives, the bottom wipers and the gossips just there to balance the gender and sexual orientation books.        
       
 I have no interest in judging people on gossip, nor uninformed speculations, to rely on gossip for my entertainment and knowledge, and nor no interest to thrive in other people's personal private lives to feel important, proud with their arrogant, disdainful, supercilious mammy flapping sanctimonious, self righteousness, and moralizations.  
Especially when they go home every night to a boring life, boring life style, boring chores and bean rubbing over soft furnishing catalogues , jumbo giant mammy tampons with their own specifications manuals and lithium grease,  facebook diet girly cream cake talk  and some wifies snapchat bitch festival..        
       
I am not like you. I do not revolve around sex, marriage and babies, babies and babies. I assume you tolerate your husband's finger up you, your kiddies porno, babies, your son's interest in the vacumme cleaner and your daughters butt crack peeking out from under her belt skirt.. Babies, nappies, pish pads,  Gin, prosecco and blue nun tipples before the home run..        
       
And a complete lack of creativity and motivation to get out of your own unenvious situation of chronic boredom and get your selves a life..        
       
I do not tolerate being controlled, following orders and being stuck in a marriage.. I believe there are too many people on the planet,  too much famine, war and natural disasters relating to global warming and over population , and therefore I will not tolerate contributing to the problem..        
       
I do not tolerate men who use women, men who wank over them and men who will not take no for an answer.. And I do not tolerate gossiping self seeking, weeping, self pitying , gluttonous, handbag greedy fat mammies, bloated by sloth.        
       
Nor do I tolerate the envy of bored, small town, small minded gossiping wifies and grandmas who have taken the time to nose into my business...        
       
But, as you have, may I remind you;        
       
Ghana, Grampian mountains,Malawi, Ladder hills, The great glen , lairg gru, Ben Alder, Ben Nevis, Schalleion, Limbe, Blantyre, Colombo, Kandy, Trincomalee, Lantau, Ben Hee, Cape Wrath, Argyll hills, mondalaith mountains, Zambia, Hong kong, Kowloon, Sri Lanka, The far East, India, Romania, mount keen, Deep sea fishing in the Indian ocean, trout fishing up in Zomba, Lake Malawi, Lulongua game reserve, The srilankan hills and tea plantayions, coconut trees, baobabs, baboons, impalas, kudu, springbok, Romania, Moldavian mountains, new territories, Morocco, Spain , greece, Crete, hitching across the south of france, inter railing around Europe, Athol mountains , Galloway hills....        
ETC, ETC, ETC...        
       
 Or "would you rather.." Using my creativity, as I did with my corpse illustration, "... I said;        
       
"I go married like , had some babbies like, ai iron ma babies panties all on me own like, Aye! Like ai do all me  mans jock straps tae an if ai dinnae put starch in the crease in the centre o' ye gusset ma man buys me flowrs aye !!  'e even Leets me dreeiv hes SUV if I suck et 'ard enough....Like.."        
       
        
Just in order to dull you resentment, you small minded  paucity and poverty of creativity,  your paltriness, meagreness of life experiences, incompleteness, limitedness, restrictedness, exiguity, exiguousness for following and obeying societies role for a woman, and to hide your small town incompetence, incapability, unfitness, ineffectiveness, ineffectuality, inefficiency, your lack of experience, lack of proficiency, ineptness and lack of thought ability to go beyond the boundaries.    
  
       
Just in order to dull your feelings of inferiority, unsatisfactoriness, substandardness, and to make you feel a bit better about your own humdrum fish mongering lives..        
       
: )