Even if i am 100% constant for years....
It is merely, only, a matter of 'bodily' momentum.... and even if i hate to admit it, actual purpose, found....
The many schoolteachers i natterate with... one from Manchester yesterve ... looking for a layby to lay up in... utterly exhausted " you are right...i need to give up.. retire.... i have been dealing with special needs for all my 40 year career..its nowadays ..it would be safer and more quiet in the back alleys of Gaza... no way back.."
NO European schoolteacher - many pathwalking, befriended...all summer long stuck out here.. no motor...
. ...even knows what 'self harm' is, or ketamine.... or false allegations...
Not because they are thick..like ours are. It is quite scary to have studied them....
Nothing to do with me, my motor gradually becoming peak power meadering along at full optimum mindsway... and a great bottom for mine age
But now, so much to weave into something ..'positive energy'... with which to ganbang Eckheart off his rotten wood, perch...as i do have
a gang.
And really very good content made....
One day soon, maybe, i shall have the right weather to be hunkered down simply sharing.. reality.. and so many laughs!
Real ones.
Yes but the even more 'serious' version.
The wonderful horserider...
" surely here.. the lanes are narrow and the roads are often conjested such that people cannot drive very fast even say on the Penzance Helston main rd... so surely... i noticed my last region and wrote about it then in sublime2020.com or the next one poignant2021.com..or maybe i didnt as i had too much fun those few years.... but as soon as the 'restrictions' were relaxed... we didnt have in my last region but as soon as it was back to normalish i noticed meandering my byways the truly horrible boy racers - most you would see in say ST Just.. Farraris Porsches antique 50 grand landrovers when they pretend to be yoghurt knitter central.... all that lot had begun to colonise even drugaddled ringworm infested Kington... and the way that they expressed their 'emotion's .. on the road a few km out of town was basically as if Cormac's awful nihlistic The Road had come true... it was zombietime in fast silly motors... but here... i would assume here you are safeish... surely drivers are so self regulated by dint of quite heavy traffic all around they know to slow down and not fuck you, or her...up her arse.. no.. !!! you shock me in fact not much does but... well thats not in the estate agents brochures, or the mindful hot yoga prospectuses... that you need a bumcam to record who come sup yours..and then denies to their insurance they rammed you up the bum ... and try to sue you for her sitting on their fancy motor bonnet....now i understand... even her how unhappy .... "
oops out of sequence...
TOO much haopens when you wish absolutely nothing ever again..
" thats our plank..if you dont keep up your cheeky piratist quips .. we'll have you walkin' it too..."
THE...end.... because of too much fun..for weeks.
(as ALL morning from 0605 we have all those lovely Northerners baying at Northern Water not to shit in Windermere... one small problem.. human shit doesnt actually pollute the rivers much... the thing that does, mixed in with the shit..is their bathrooms absolutely crammed full of chemicals... which of course they never ever ever mention... so busy deodorising and bleaching themselves they cannot think any more.."
Even this dreadfully written load of shit.. (the following scene no European would understand as they just get on with it and do it and dont obsess about anything).. where an English woman thinks its funny and 'sexy' to insert if my memory serves me right 8 instances of the words 'anal sex' into the script of her pity piece ....
She managed to have one great scene sat in a bathroom and lamenting at shelves full of chemical products so
send Fergal to gaol (on 4chan now) for blaming EVERYONE else except..all of us...
who use far too many chemicals that end up in the drains.... that an UNFIXABLE sewer system will never ever be rebuilt to handle...
indeed the vandals stole the handle time..
cos all the good bits o' Bob...came
true
(and of course the greatest of all.. Ms CArson's Silent Spring...i lived it...
all summer too)