[Diary Notes]
The smallest Crocodile Kid promised to help her mom
find a new IPod to fill
with music and song for the Park
visit ahead, all friendly
she seemed when suddenly her
inner devil took hold and
she screamed her mom should
work it out by herself
how to change the music on a loop
on her computer, suitably
chastised I call her my Nobel
Prize Winner child who knows her computer gizmos and
she should help without
comment, No, she says, As long
as I can give freedom
to my inner demons & make trouble
for you, I am content; we
regard each other and burst out
laughing, time to
practice my accent sounding like a feeble
old English lady with a
wobbly voice - my darling child just
Organised a visit to an
Astrologer friend and I shall listen
to her theories before
clobbering her over the head with
mine, I believe in
finding the essence of my victims and
that needs counting
back nine months from date of birth
to find date of conception,
I foresee opposition and it fills
me with glee, my theory
has been so successful, I have
Even found myself as
well as the Lord and Master of the
Crocodile Castle as Scorpio,
while my naughty Crocodile
Kid is Aquarius,
destructive and wild; and I can’t wait for
Friday when my
Astrogenetic Theory will be clickbait to
force the Astrologist into
admitting defeat given my much
superior theory – as I firmly
believe!
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