furthermore...

I need to get into the real flow

which in fact can only happen if one is still...marooned.... for weeks. In one small place.

And anyway no camera can do justice to what a magnificent...

i hadn't though of that "teenage wasteland" anyway my syncredents aren't like that, bloody irritating little bad jokes from the goddesses only ever say "keep writing nonsense" and never specific or 'signs' nope just jokey little budges...

And the flow does in fact have poetical repetition, once one gets flowing,  such as  

Homer part 2.... 

i didnt bother with the silly men warring part 1...

Started it... every chapter opening with some variant of " a new dawn arose...and as if every new day was marked by a finger drawing across the sky [obviously] dipped in he goddesses menstrual secretions... the gorgeous engorged redness of possibility in it every gorgeous dawn  ... woke me me up wow great new day.... "  which of course is prejudiced against women who no longer have the flow and very outdated, and in fac really thick,  as only wiser ones of  no-more-flow...who may replace it with bright eyes

from authenicty

are actually new

and sexy

all that gushing between the legs is for children...

i only like grown ups ..only warrior spirit... used for fair or fowl means....is in any way ineresting

A true curiosity 

anyway... what a wasteleand,...

(and as someone who hates waste ....sadness personified....)

But what a bad joke, nothing at all in any way of value

except i swear on my bloodied daughter's life...

two new unused 12 v batteries...

and a fine sturdy bucket to carry them back home within...

 Goodbye Cormac... good riddance to bad rubbish writers who only weave tales of ... no hope

thats a point i knew there were going to be dangerous drug addled zombies in here....

I was SURE my life was going to be threatened enterring that ajar door... 

but no one...only peace and tranquility... this place  - whole town, is a very very strange place, in general...