Chaos

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

Milders here darlings!

I hate the word legacy, it’s so presumptuous. I love chaos. It’s so useful.

If you create chaos no one can judge you because they don’t know what you will do next. They won’t argue with you because they don’t know what you will say next. They certainly won’t tell you what to do because they not only know that you won’t do it, they have no clue what you will do.

This is how you maintain control in a messed up world, be inexplicable and mess it up more.

Do you know why I have never lost a case in court? Not only am I a supreme wordsmith, but I am so bewildering that juries find in my favour just so they can go home and take something for their headache.

I’m prosecution not defence. I get the slime balls behind bars in the shortest possible order as cheaply as possible. No long trials wasting public time and money. The defence usually advises their clients to give up before I make things worse. I love strutting around saying “that lie just added another five years”.

How do I know? I have a crack investigation team of my own, I don’t take a case I don’t thoroughly investigate.

So chaos

Never be predictable. It’s boring and serves no useful purpose. Forget the dreadful legacy word and live your life on your own terms.

Think only in terms of living, in truth what you leave behind is forgotten inside a generation unless you’re artistic or scientific or whatnot. Even then you’re not there to enjoy being a legacy. Why bother?

Live, love, thrive, be alive, cause havoc, have fun, and when you’re not here to do that anymore, do it somewhere else.

If life goes on it has to be less boring than this messed up world doesn’t it?

I’m off to harass some influencers on line! I like asking plastic women why I should be ashamed of my wrinkles and why they’re trying to get rid of wrinkles they don’t yet have?

If ever Botox isn’t available their faces will shrink to the size of a hundred year old prune in no time. They’ll have wrinkles you can plan a route on.

Young is beautiful. Middle age is beautiful. Old age is beautiful if you know how to see. There is a glow that comes from seen it all, worried about it all, forgotten it all because it was never important in the first place. 😉

Dear Lord I’m sounding half way sensible! I hope Deb isn’t rubbing off on me! I can’t have my magic sensibilised.

Mildred chaotic hugs

And love from Amorah – Deb

I’m going to hug her and try to share some of my crazy with her. This is a one way transfer of energy and I’m not accepting anything normal!

Milders

No one rationalises me!

I will not be normal!

This is an outrage…

I…

Deb: she will go on like this all day…have a great day guys…I’ve shut her in the downstairs loo until she calms down!