not that i could be bothered....
all i know is that summer 2018
twenny years of the hustlers and her schemes...
right....all THREE external keyboards broken now and this one has no t and sticks....
twenny years...
so you cycle up all the way to N Wales.... 100 miles....
hotttest day of year no. water or energy drinks...very old rusty bike...talk about a mission of love...
at last i get to grave of he only man i ever knew..Ralph Ellis..." ehhh up lad.... lets ignore all the malarkey of your silly folk..in their big house... we build good fences last for decades...thats all hat matters..."
no one had tended for half a decade at least... good, he liked nature
taught me all i know "lad - all is connected... fiddle with this bit here by scything it... that bit... here may suffer not being able to feed on the first bit we fiddle with... we NEVER know how it all works..but its so beautiful..." giant of a man
its called REAL 'attachment'''...
so.....via ...a year the silly woman...out TRUE Moher hen so respected when we were 18...
hadnt seen since then
so respected..
cannot communicate to her old friend - me ...via facebook afer a random reencounter... a YEAR of inane 1 liners...doesnt even call...
fucked by YOUR online..even her..
and at her kitchen table...100 miles of cycling under my belt
near dead
30 years senior nurse at Countess of Chester whorespitle...
full on junky!
and derides me for not even having a puff of her strong spliff
didnt dare say "grew out of that... about age 18 1/2..."
and even ...(to her mate) " nasty man...isnt in all day to entertain us me slagging him off for ..caring... he goes out walking every afternoon... "
someone paid oodles of money to look after YOUR health... wont even go on a walk! in her lovely hills of Corwen.... jus plays junky games all day
senior nurse... and retiring to be seniot old folks home nurse..
hides from the sun
as insipid and unhealthy as can be
for the English to see...
