now i am over the .... bankside;
Christmas return.
No more compromise. Not even there - free electricity, there...
Cakes, shopping, catalogue shopping... shopping for creamy elderberry lates or whatever comfort drink
they think
comforts
moaning. Waddling...
No more.
Purity now. Total " hermitude"
only.
I have seen enough for a lifetime, of the deathly materialism and neediness all over. Which merely amuses
At how easy it is to fix.
But no one could listen.
Never mind read
Even the rather ok of late, mong.
" all this would stop... or be far lesser... if there was more mongrelisation ...at least your dad did a good job fathering you into the Magimix... in that respect... "
" i do not disagree"
But it amused me earlier pondering...her
Extremely rich girl liar " no i am not married" at my fathers funeral....
As i am moral and you dont go there - another man's woman is as sacrosant equally as another womans man
In truth the only fairly fine English one ever
known
took the piss out of her dad
And his clan...szzzs men
Bit Today Palestinians tjose who would give their right arm for a nice bottle of piss... to quench tneir thirst....ooops no right arm left to raise the bottle
Hannahs dad and co
sold the ammo
that did the job
while back home, Hannah and co ( then, 06)
would pay an arm and a leg to look forever young
back of my van, then...
" ohh you shouldnt waste that....
Daphne Faux Larkman gives us workshops on drinking it ..... between herbal remedies and ther such healing..... to keep me looking as young and fresh as i am ... " as i knew .. repressed freshness that is
Why to make sure my daughter was as far from them as could possibly
Be
i failed
In all.... but Alexei would know, just how to satirise every single one... but not his dance teacher.
She the " different" one
But she never could ....listen.
