Wednesday, 18 September 2024

Magda for world Emperor

 " i agree  their church, yuck 'orrid..."

so DO something about it like repurpose them, under duress they love that being s+m fans....as sanctuary, for all the poor gypsies that fled..

over the border to Germany...

( even if it may be out of date  data, that was about 7 years ago i believe) 

And If ....

The Chréts are right 

they can never be as

they stole ma petite Virginie..

De Brittannie

Sexier than Bardot, 

addicted only to err ' Arraps... 

And poetry

it may be many a moon gone by, but revenge, is only for the gods

Kushneresque 

bide thine barbs, one day

of serendipity

to turn all one day

 into the greatest expose of their crimes,  for centuries of their snivelling self pity


i have much data..

( the best recorded call " so my friend [ of 5 years] what did you actually DO in the pandemic did you even go and visit the  recently bereaved ..old crone living alone by The Arrow  no neighbour 2 km and i told u dhe eanted you to visit her... stay 2m behind her picket fence if you dont believe in eternity..."

" ehhh...nothing... we did learn how to use Zoom a bit" 

Les chrétiens... ( even if the last pincer movement is still to do...  the cancelled one) 

..   if all along they have the best jokers, jp as well...well 

and they  or their "vengeful"  boss at least was on the job

and  watched..

As  i was literally thinking thistermorn: 

"  he doesnt deserve it... my last penny...."

" but be pure just in case,  being watched...."  .. and as i am sat there handing it over... no one ever calls me, but...


and every word i ever write is just self harm

 as the ultimate expression

of twohanded s and m... upon my masochistic self

lamentful poetry ... 

to the one sells everything

 next to Sanctuary. . ( capital m)..

.... except anything actually "human"... 

thats what digital addiction and no art, tho i dont blame any of 'em the art round ear is generally by 3 year olds...

( i went to watch the sirens at yesterdusk...from my ultra fuckin Poldark meets Heathcliffe and bred,

me... silhouteed... on the cliff vantage, viewing point...

 as i know she... Mary Moves... watches me... the only one whom knows how to bait a movie babe..ignore her.....wailing...in full fancy dress...no thanks grew out of that decades ago....real ARTISTES......progress. 


Now.... 

I am used to, and adore, failure....


but... too good to be true?




no that i need anything having so sanctuary simplified 

to ultra zen 

nothing needed  except i know how to rustle pigs or preferably  " chicks" if need be.