I gotta get back to this true zen real bodily existence only...
The real silver linings arent here... or would have to be curated most specifically using only certain footpaths - finding routes aside... coffin parked up somewhere there are quiet routes to walk....just walk... for groceries supplies provisions...
Staying away from boy-racer town - i guess the cops too busy tending to some pride damaged woman with tales to tell than bother actually parenting the youth who seem to think Mad Max is reality - oh i forget it is as their parents let them live it probably even encourage them and thus shouldnt be called parents (oh yes reminds me i did make one last 2 hr audio about what matters when it comes to 16 year olds.... and why older men are far far far SAFER for THEM...than their own age...no journo in UK can of course stop and THINK for a moment about...maybe i should put it up..... and i care about FACTS...real causes of death and harm to 16 year olds not imaginary ones... that suits some badly reported clickbait waffle)
Anyway ... almost all the SW is car land... suburban car addicted car people. So so so conscious of their car they define themselves by. Funny old world...
BUt dont judge EVERY book by her cover... her and her shiny batmobile likely as oft valeted as her nails and perfect peroxide bonce.
And remember the value of being aside and QUIET - had we not been parked abrest at a windswept quiet clifftop spot - few others around.. the ubiquitous regional joyriding jukies not up yet to race around all day as the do nearly everywhere down here... i wouldn't have bothered....
Distractions and noise are evil. No noise, nothing to interrupt her and I my cheeky 'why not' just...chat with the enemy
Fast forward very fast ... why did i shake hands? After the most intimate possible real person knowing what is in her eyes...
" I hated it that they printed our story...... it was work with them or they said they would make it up if we wouldnt speak to them..you can see it on my Fakebook... its all linked and i put it all out in public."
" so what do you want then...?...what do YOU barbs.. really...want ...and as we have established i wouldnt swap my rusty old banger for even both you and your daughter trussed up inside the batmobile - no disrespect but i cannot 'do' what you two do all day...and am allergic to even the smell of make up i so rarely have been around it... what is inside your shiny head that YOU need...no one else no one elses expections...who are YOU in 'this'....justice works by trying to show YOUR real soul so ... i think i see her, prove it to me somehow..."
" i want now to write ALL the truth.... all of it.....so others can learn about him... he is bad and thats that and others should be aware that this region has many baddies like him and....i have a RESPONSIBILITY to tell that truth so others can learn...even if i can in no way benefit...its the RIGHT thing to do and yes there may be grave dangers me doing so i know...."
" fuck me babe.... at the end of your movie they were floundering around for how to ACTUALLY make the plastic dolly bird grow up and be human.... and i know full well they - the filmmakers and writers, acted in only good faith...its a tough one.....what next ok Barbs has chilled out, stopped taking herself so seriously....but.... example, setting example as to how to go ALL the way in the real world even if it may not be in your best interest....and i can see from your eyes.... ohhh my ohh my...you mean it... i have never met ANY English woman with your balls and actual authenticity and true drive for real justice no matter what the personal cost.... never mind the last one in the world i would have expected to have such unexpected attributes ... fuck me.... we got a ..... best story ever ever ever here.... no matter how well the plastic 'work' ages.... you have something that works i have never seen before....and your daughter saw it too"
And thats the title, woswzah this is paradise: Barbie vs Goliath..... in the appeal court... i work for...free.... when the odyssey is this televisual, and pure...count me IN... though no one must ever know I am on your side.... as collaborator...maybe even ghostwriter
People will think i sold out to the 'other side'...when we both know, there are only two....
No other English woman i have ever met knows and projects for 100% sure .... there are only two sides... and Be one or the other.... well i know which one i am on
