may seem like.
Though i have many a real life 'collage' from eras gone, yore...
A mix, of 'fly on the wall', real life... deliberate video of Worthies like one of the Harleys-by-marriage... a lesser branch... burying alive Brocks, July 2020...... then covering up the brockocided land with branches...
But it was the way a few months later he sat and spoke with me, us two high up on the hill....... not thinking it may be an interesting 'historical' moment to be recorded, propper, for posterity...
Of just who this "we"
was....
Or... Badger Bri on the wireless just the other day...
Bet he won't tell the tale, how his mate...
Likely around this time...
And we all were sold it to use he the nice one... and his pretty good art top of mine playlists for decades...
....paid for his pints at the pub over Evesham way when he moved into colonise the land.... bought on Southern loot, those pints to befriend the local yobclass and when the pints didnt work a night out with the 'lamps'* for solidarity...did..
His tour manager lackey would boast into my recordathon a few months later.
* for aficionados of the worst art ever seen several with a brain concur, one who knows him...thats called BAITing... a gang of drunk blokes torturing badgers to death for fun.... and unlike massaged frauds like Stevie... atual country boys were sort of made aware of this torture maybe age 10ish...and made a "MORAL"** choice no never theres aline....
** theres avery good example for her.... of what that word means... of course the ayahhoooo so fried your brain around the Gwerkian drugfires... you gotta fight on that too, a so so SIMPLE word..... so the Stevies can go out and immorally torture badgers or as it was Flintsham Pool ( a mere £600 for annual syndicate fees to fish) torturing otters to death from around ...nope exactly autumn 2017... .... that had just immo'd in i know as i can track and... the hippy woman named her lads after otters my schoolfriend of course she wouldnt even come and do a predawn vigil (her up on FAkebook all night posting otter pics) .... even if the otterletts dad buried a few km away... bet that would get some 'Traffic' here... if i even put one line of comment in a Stevie... and the recording of his 'motorised lump of lard'... delightful many year sidekick sharing that little truth... asking him if HE knew anyone who could get May to maybe do some REAl art about the brockocide in the hills....
anyway despite her artless gizmos...i bet she wouldnt go and ...
.... so schism reasons.. the real one
over 3 or 4 years ago...
even if actually 1999 or maybe 02ish... i got diaries...
In the queue at Hay Festival when it was smallish and ok... for Ignatieff, Mister OK "human" rights writer all his books i had read real grown up ones..
ohh for a digital recorder then...
Because it was the way two recently elected Labour MPs in cream summerwear fancy suits just for a day in the fuckin countryside... sidled up to the back of the queue, Estiandad stood in... and i heard them... their real inhuman personas... " ohh... queues.. theyre for the little people go and have a word with the steward there and lets find a way to be taken through the 'friends' doorway and avoid all this [5 min] waiting.."
But up to two or three years ago to younger fledglings (sadly the GREAT hope, seven years i knew him, but the internet and second guessing the Ukrainian bombs and ammo i think did for him..up all night on it): " as i have tried to guide so many... watch the great Don... in his performance so superb of how the 'goodies' even though they survive torture by the baddies... when they maybe get out of the dungeon and things 'change' they may not quite remain the perfect goodies theyve spent decades 'identified' as... and a real societal operator needs to ask herself every day if the actions they promote may REALLY have unintended damaging tortuous consequences for...others... ALL others..."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Land_of_the_Blind
no one could listen.. too busy .. saying, nothing, artful, ever
But back to the ayyawho...
But not really.... even if
to be continued
