This is.....

 ... even if (to the young foursome, as so ften..) next month i must give fuckin fingerprints to fly into where for all my 20s and 30s i meandered free as a "human" of The Enlightenment... dippin' into a bit of Voltaire..or   just fuckin amazingly sexyFraog 

  

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colette horny as hell 

a hundred years ago, no coyness, knows what the "birds" and Bees are for....

And wrote quite Francely about 'it' all...all... discovering something true in Yugoslavia despite their upcoming war, with consumeriasmtoo...  blahh blahh and then that frenzied German one rainy weekend in Cologne... only one cologne was on my body for the following unwashed week...  ...we could speak no words, in common... except one...  no borders, just a fabulous melting  [not addicted to, as t seems everyone on Gwerk beach is] pot of pourring out all 'humanity' and the final shamanised alchemic stew is FAR  better and more healthy for the next generation than if the home grown variety.. (even The Mormon yesteraft in the monthly argument had to agree 'yes, wiser and deeper'.. but still must FIGHT due the not knowing, because the rhetoric was so disastrously only about money and sovreigns - the children are far more balanced and less toxic...) 

THE problem is, though.... there is really only one artform that really does 'change' society or at least apply 'mindfulness' to the gurgling whirlpool otherwise known as the soul...

And that is Soul... musac

I know full well at least partly fixed an otherwise most discombobulated American 1960s soul...  and did the same in this Sceptic Aisle... to some extent..

 

And even with 450million outnumbering us 7:1 ish ... quite simply Eurobeat or pop of almost any form could never equal.. Soul...

And if you must dance, well, there is only Soul... and her dance (that is glittery 'she' 

you can see 

is good for her spine...not to strenuous on the joints 

perfect, as she "swings with the curve of mine spine"

flow

As are her (missus Glit)

... just perfect words...that do NOT tell 

 the listener what to think....

like her story....

It is for the listeners mind to ponder what on earth she may be on about - hardly any clues...

If one weeds out the Totnesserisms... 

It is...

as good as...

The actual greatest whom i refused her offer of a dance.. that one stupid night in stupidland

Me and 'im at the bar... one very cold bleak monday night in depressed upper or lower whateverside about 40th Street was in Gotham

" heyup limey... look what the cat dragged in... seems theyre a bit wobbly on their chubby legs.. god i am as desperate as you for a woman...and the only ones weve seen all night.... but i think we can see where the line needs to be drawn..."