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So back in extremely unmodernised or gentrified West Ealing about the time it came out ...my base fpr Europe, a few times a week, thank god.. my life only there..
I had a jolly good mix of neighbours only really two households i would chat with.. the very fast breeding black family next door (the white NF lite the other next door a different lost generation of sour old creeps.. one ignored..) and the other side of the road the sex goddess as sexy as the ultimate superQueen
ohh Jesus christ how come i aint wanked to that ultra porn...
nor, racistly, ever looked her up..speash as every single one of us had ALL her records... from day 1...
When we knew.. a true artist had at last descended from the heavens and fuckin sorted it ALL out...
And three decades on can twirl her hoop as if as young as i feel most dawns...
(around the time or in fact just before...that according to the great Ukrainian book Borderlands the Rambos had just about got around to snuffin out the last one of their 40% effnix brownies the ratio 100 years ago... she said there were only about 6 left by the 90s.. pure whiteish.... )
...whom also could write REAL songs with subtle beautiful poignant nuance like the greatest of them all ever...
When one gets right down to it
(the now long dead white girls of Notters ...sarah and co.. they found her as their special cult of perfect music, quite rightly..)
So theres me.. curious .. Grace over the road is telling me how her homies wjho have sired her nippers.. well they dont want to live at home... and be dads.. ok yes as we all know a downtrodden people will have other reactivities and go Nottin Ill white tottyin' all night and day..
perhaps because they can afford the contraception or chop chop em out..i no idea..
But i do know i had no idea ...why
2023.. yet another rather fabulous schism year ..
took me only two years to discover looking for something to have in my ears that early winter 2023 a new spring in my step...in love
With the last kind of person from the last kind of peeps i would ever expect to even want to hiss at that New Years eve.. rather than be chatting through the big gong..
But as much beautiful gorgeousness.. tauntin' the fat man with his knee braces... that winter
Living in minus ten..
Off up the road onto the hills just to stay alive..
And something needed to get me momentum dancin...step after step..
" matey no i will not lower myself to callin you your n word a year youve been goadin....
Once i held Mountains in the Palms of my hands....
On the 7th of January in the second glorious year of our Lord above is a goddess for sure... when the bootleggers or Tube fiddlers had time to do their job propper, all locked down...and thus shared the greatest moment on OLD person art ever....
I have her on in my ears hobblin up my hills... and unlike you, i can also remember that night... i made the only miss take of my life...
I had had her album https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stompin%27_at_the_Savoy_%E2%80%93_Live on loop maybe four or five years.... there bein' several of the greatest songs ever... and there i was maybe 88 or 9 .. depressed and drunk a bit just me and one other wino bloke 'bout midnight in some Tuesday night MAnhattan cheap blokes bar..
... talk about the bleakest conceivable moment in life... (one of those explained on the phone in the yestermorn 8am therapy chat)
... two blokes one trying to ignore the others drawl and drunken waffle...
In comes a brace of the sisterhood stumblin' up from their hood.. lookin' for a last nightcap drinkie poos to add to the ten in her sadly largeish belly ...
" which ones yours then..?" " hmm..i sure am desperate for some totty but i am a snotty fattist i really am not sure if i could.... stoop that low...even if they would be easy so pissed theyre low down crawlin across the floor.. that one though she does have a lovely smile..and their bellies full of real laughter unlike the girls back home..."
ff 5 min..
" hey limrey... cmon ... get up..dance with me... cmonnn.... theres just you and me and the night...
[sex crime mollestedly, forcing me to grope her splendid bosom and bottom.. even if the latter a tad too much for me... followed by a look of such hate.. true hate all of history of prejudice and individuality even grace couldnt perfomatively perfectly say everything in one eye to eye 'moment' ..of.. but i think you are nice and...why not... ]
" oh well... cmon sister... lets make put this puny little stage to some use.. cmon let me drag you up its only a step..of one foot up ... lets do a little show for the limey looks like the other ones fallen asleep fgace down in his plate of nachos.. sat where the speaker is ..make him be my soundcheck... and lets see if he vibrates in frequency...
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FF lasteryear..... " matey... not only did she lose far more weight than you ever will manage.... and 3 or 4 years older than you.... in fact three or four years ago.... only she can still dance as if shes a 19 year old .
.. and 5000,000 of those views are only me dancin' up into the hills on Chaka power as i ponder the other dancer... in fact shes powering me TO think about actually having one dance with one woman at last having made my earlier greatest booboo ever in history... but while you were on your anti lockdown illegal road trip rat runs around likely dealin' drugs or some other towny occupation.... she was unmasked, unplugged ... just ignoring the world wide hysteria and despite being in a 'vulnerable' age group...unmasked gatherating with her tribe to make more alive LiVE ON...music..."
But to think... a first act of more fattist than racist...ismist so tragically deludedist...
And this summer a second, act of lost ismism...:
A few weeks ago " hmm.... i have had you up there next to the actual Queen of Soul.... on the tab next to her... most mornings i compare and contrast...and the simple truth is that you are as...good... you are her equal... and i do know my soul..."
But what is reality - apart from the fact that 'artists' long go i pondered must not be divorced (i think she was back then what a FOOL!) from purpose, and as the Poles discovered in ancient etymological expression of The Sublime.... 'lofty intent' and 'goodness'... (unlike the English version which is merely cower in front of a jolly good thunderstorm cos you dont get it, life.. that is... all that sugar fucks up your emotions - makes you black and white, hot and cold, up and down.. rather unreliable...unable to sit back and ponder, reality... constant and calm reality... Brits biggest sugar consumers from around 400 years ago the history books fail to join that dot, so dont trust a jot they ever rit..
It certainly is that no white girl for years has had the MANNERS to even send a line back "thanks for spending all that time listing for me great soul and compliments and speaking with an expert about the reality of my professed profession.."
And manners maketh, hu-man... and if you ask me its the end... when no one has them any more...its just 'agenda'.. (yesterday a big day for that...i have none as i know what i want... nothing much at all...from all these inhumans...)
Righty ho.. the end.. i know full well that even the Polglet was raised to be English...
Which takes me back to one night in Bolivia....
I needed to explore... how in a shared (6 bed) youth hostel room at about 3 in the morning several English graduates... or maybe gap yearers..... all straight out of this broadcast
4am today..i awake to...
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3ct5tfl
"indigenous healing" their latest contrick ... so as to avoid being a cleaning lady, like me...
And pay for the air tickets to Ibitha on someone elses cash...
yes...so they would explore Bolivia too... a latest drug munchin' expeditionary forcefield in the 'field'...
Now LA Paz YH is a transition place
People transitioning usually to the airport VERY early .. 7am flights out..
which means try and be up at about 5 ..latest.. so bed at 11 latest..or you are inhuman..
But i did leave my reflections recorder on that night...catching up on some diarising... paradise...and i hate all tourism.. but a bit of backpacking around there with other nations' backpackers... and the truly equal fabulous locals.. who want their kids to sit next to you on the long bus journeys to prod you and see if they laugh the same real laugh as they do...
3am in come several young English women.. from some night out even if a Tuesday and no nightlife in LA PAz...
And the racket.. the top of voices Bristol University kind of posh "bird" pretending to be down home homie... likely Psych or SW grads..
when they are told nicely to please shut the fuck up some of us - well all in fact.. need to get up in two hours to get their bus to the airport...
It is quite quite astounding how they no longer understand what some other 'human' need may be...
100% narcissistic Teletubbies... in trendy 'indigenous' tie die..
you are ALL dead.. as they will be ruling...soon... (and have their Gwerkian getaway, too)
and as not one ever had parenting or even love..tough or otherwise
Golding's great book already came
True.
At least i have the TRUE chronicles..of it all..not that they were able to actually sit still and read...a LOT... which even sorted out Byron's rather bonkers bonce, too..ish... his well known mummie isssues... the number one coquette courtesan child abusing, as neglect is...of them all...
Tis said " he read 3000 books and thus needed no more education" being a Lord not needing to do any exams at Cambridge...
It is also said that despite being mad and bad, he did more than anyone else of his era to further women's equal rights..
But you gotta read books to have a brain...and they cannot stop going on about 'power' rather than stop and read and think...for themselves...so it's over and out.
And even the fabulous (26 year old] Russian's bloke...couldnt listen.. " she has read Lermentov... who so beautifully and poignantly did rather take the piss out of power will always corrupt humanity....
only superb fingerwagging satire ever seems to have worked...and no... they TRIED ..failed i guess...to say something... but the opening is the funniest best piece of art ive seen for years... learn to think...before you so arrogantly dismiss... genius"
