tell The Blush...
whom doesn't any more...
Due to us binding over straight backed spines.... even if she rejected Ove....
But the German, actual ' tribes' and 'people'ssss ....
Daybeforedusk... real dusk
" HALT... ACHTUNG... shut it and put your phones down... they do no good, as sadly i discovered at Shitzercreekstein .... and only hearing people speak.... in your waffly crisis will get you three to your beds tonight..... that one suposefly cannot keep it up same age as me.... let me gently get you to shut the fuck up...calm down.... and be in control.... "
( only The Eurobabes dare speak, " the evil twins" ...now in YUkkerstan... selling saracens
egging them on
as usual....
all these last 40 years... egging on war, one im lead charriot, the other on a worn out leach being dragged along, lapdog as it knows no better....
fraulines... the ONLY time ever Yank and brit working together
EVER did any good.... and i woz there... Hammy Odeon...
at dawn today...
..
but the only way we.... address.. reality is even he
they broke the mould when the Dubliner died, the purest mongrel blodded proof that half paks are the answer.... my mate he pretended... ., identity thieved Pak... when actually he was an Punny... untouchable ... and i beat him by being the lowest lowdown lowest level of untouchers.... picking up the shit from.his bad building.... wait til one day he reads that poetical ofe, to fixing.... even his shit "
Meanwhile back with some 'real' " humans" .... my ohh my if only the German knew... the way she grabs me and hugs.... touches... the nextrrmorn in broad daylight bearhugs .. real crushy stuff... uninvited, unaskedfor...
across the "borderline that seperates you from me" to quote another real poet....
punches through my ' personal space bubble' and tears into everything wrong with this awful aisle....
" if tables were turned, and i did that to you..here...i would be in gaol on allsorts of crime charges.... i seriously Advise you to Trip up elsewhere...."
.. here....
"Like Belgium.... ok paths not as good but.... Rosalie.... i dtill have her caste
aide knee plaster on my dash.....
to remember... thousands of km on her little bike...age 6 .... to 7
and off on her last ... leg... fuck... a defirent "human" ....being..."
to be cont cos i havent started to categorise and ... tell. whats so plain to see
if you look and listen
