Now...
Thing is ... my own little simple life, there are just a few stories, from prior to the schism a year ago - when aftrr every single one of 20 or more vapidites, who all said autumn last year... gushingly ...they wished to know more about how they may create a Lucy Hurds river protection scheme in their own spot... having spent a few months wandering around their spots - dotted around The Marches from Bishops Castle in the north, down to Brecon in the south. All rivers fuckerated.. and each of all of them it turned out of course had people pleasing virtue signallingitis... i gave up and all new stories from then
are only ever a private matter.... new life, give up old life.. old useless region.
But if someone sadly gets all Groundhog day" on me.. very sadly as one would have hooed she with her unique mind may at least see behind some naff propoganda....
I pity them.
But she's a big girly i guess, and know... even if sadly smothered by all the child women here... ( thats their job, the English sybarite... the clue is even Daphne DuMaurier wrote a popular book called 'The Parasites ' even if prior to every South Eastern born-again came here... buying tge Natural Store or other plethora of virtue signalling bags to cover up the fact they swindled the cash out if someone or other back down South .. to afford, here...
Nothing to do with me as so predictable and dull... seen it in far more subtly interesting ways 20 years in past region...
Ergo, her...
of the hedgehog newsprint.
And do many other pretenders.
Now... here's the thing ... long ago, i knew a kind of 'justice' which in fact is too hardedged and inhuman word. Him "pitied" is one thing.. I in fact pitied the liar then... however if her and I were lined up at the pearly gates or some other exit... not that i would ever do that... " buzz off to Zurich" .. me i woukd hold on to every last second.. and having remained entirely drug free ( this year i will quit the mibd focusing dawn tobacco) except one expetimental soft grass session five years back.. ( it doesnt increase creativity, poetry or any insight.. just slows you down), i shall look forward to my medical opiate time.. a new experience to ponder
At the last queue ...
" ehhh... thank you... we both know you lied.... especially that an animal skin may offend when you were such a dedicated taxidermist... no point for a moment referring to water under the bridge... i coukd say i pity you but i woukdnt wish even you to feel guilty.. that you had some 'sin' to atone for in the bbqs iver there...
" quite the reverse .. your sins which hurt .. really hurt... in fact truly saved my life... come here over yo the corner away from this whingeing rabble.. and i will explain.. "
Which needs explaining. And as it is only a story of looking on the bright side, cup half full ...finding real benefit out of only pitiful and mad acts ( guaranteed to hurt a child too... )
It is the most important story i have had in me for 13 years.. and as last act, for the good of others ( if anyone in this land can read and think).. does need to be told.
The stories alone are 'justice'.. especially if they let everyone off guilt or being pitied...
Pitying people, when 99.999% would only cry.. or even cry wolf is valiant and brave... but finding also a true real benefit to oneself out if their sad cruel attack..
is a much better form of being human
To Be ..continued
And yes really fantastic that for 2 months i would have helly-legs coming up here... illness the symbiosis of good bugs and baddish bugs tipped in the favour of the baddies a while... was a wonderful REAL stop... full stop..to a whole dull failed life ... i wouldnt have one second different.
That sounds a bit wonky, and as dozens of folk know from face to face i am not...i do have to write it more elegantly and simply one day
