... I don't even notice any more
I mean 14 years ago i couldn't even dream/plot/imagine.... that ....flow
That no matter how they assume, block, and stab (with the same little swordstick i saw in my mindseye her attack me with ....last december)
As if a blob went and colonised me, and took me slave
Expanded to fill the void, that 'abyss'....
No matter what
that flow
won't go
which is exactly the same philosophy as that black swan ... never ever think you know, anything....
nor who has the gift, wrapped or not
And especially many years ago "no way what a load of nancy boys bouncin around how horrid... no way in forty years i will know it is one of the best bits of real art that in a curious way... works. ...never mind sat on a not-too-cold clifftop bouncin to it... gets me goin' ...forthe right reasons....when mojo is still -20% ....which is better than the 50% most of the last three months.... that clever little pneumonia laying low and stoppin' most the flow of a tough goat who alone seems to knowthat loads of goatin' is the actual way to rebalance 'illness'.... "
right, soon... time to try and make sense
And i do my homework.
I do know there is a gap in the market...a big one.
And it is the exact opposite of "play upon her darkest fears"
But at the end of the day is just about two per chimney ....no matter what. But what a load of what ... i know what
And it must have ("tongue in cheek") ... barbequed babies as opening line...
Because i remembered only a few months ago hillwalkin' .." wow.... even a year ago i would have been secretly prejudiced deep down against someone from BBQbaby land.... and a year on, no one has ever caused me to make such changes...real ones i will never regret"
Anyway.... humour.... I am not a particularly humorous person, but i even make Suzi laugh with my truly poetical flow.... turned on at the twist of a screwtop on a babycham bottle all shook up
And out of control
and she is ....
to Be cont