Well, twas ever thus....
Life is only ever about 'persisting'..... such that
Real wimmin dont need autotune....
Lets hope that the ragg'ed nonsense ... The godly frog i read at ...last.... knew they were just as mad and fierce as some Kippur headed religious male biggerates using their creed to oppress the woman....and as they are loading up their Molotovs this morning, even as a pacifist and walkawayist - mind you they cannot so i guess standing and fighting is just about allowed...
Master Stendhal's real women are real... and lets hope those Pally babes are allowed by their jihadi overlortds, to stick some real music in their second class smartphones as the Molly's get loaded....
All that matters, a book about how to 'live' on ....unlike any British book i have read for at least 15 years.....i put it in the right hands...one misty dawn at the valley of the woman ( " we are not different!) with the sledgehammer
Almost...as if by some quirk of magical magic....Because it was planned to be in someone else's hand..... but then justice went and ....
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As is all preconception and my oh my i been stung in the bum that one....
One 'feeling' - the last one in this universe and the bastard twin one down the road, to the cove where the pixies play hardball with recycled bimbophones good for nowt but chuckin....at mad 'religious' nutjobs, i ever expected to have, i cannot share.
Ever.
SO where do i 'start' especially as place is of no bearing to me ever - i know cant and vanity is universal. Pastylandshire* is just another meaningless word especially as i directed the writers group last night
"hmmm all this Helen Macdonald type of last 50-years of nonsense nature or a good walk 'cures'.... [R] Maybe started....no maybe about it, bullshit.... read your Bates The Poacher its in there, or all of Hardy back in day.... going for a 20 mile walk to the next town, poaching grounds, church to elope into where the vic doesnt know the scandal, no matter which of the two sexes you were unless you were gentry a 20 mile walk [35 km to my only preferred reader of metric origins... her wars only thirty years old] ... was old had...not even to be COMMENTED upon within the text..."
(" bet the walkers of 200 years ago would mutter under their breath, 'bloody poets goin on about walkin...walkin's just walkin... to latest fancy, get yer vit'ls for free.... go an steal some gentry's lass out from under his skirts... its just bloody how we MOVE from one place to the next...'...")
And the wonderful older woman to my right, knew i was right...
she said so!!!!!!! miracles can happen now i can go fishing
Because i have to get built up as ...... well.... to be continued maybe just miracle maybe one day with a plug so i can write slowly and not in the frenteic zone of only half an hour of battery charge ever
And bleedin eck i never been in such a mean minded regionshire with so few public spaces and no unguarded plugs....
(except for....Kurts..... but i need my flock of mermaids on side so we can en masse take over Kurts.... we are on the same side! ....except he thinks his way worked...well his extremely Barbic business manager at least knows the truth..."it din't..." so we need some slightly adjusted way ...and no one will ever deal with a man in these 'times'.... )
* In short, theme park...
(and they kill - the lifeforce if nowt else)
