so, my dull life..

 Thistersummer, the truly sad but so wonderful one..

the only real 'English' cheer

Though foreign blood, 

not able to return due streets of blood

I knew her country once..

Via in my 20s, a North London man, 'Jew'..

 apostate marrying a catholic who knew

What a load of bullshit and a happy country

once, Ecuador on sea.. kindof best friends, him, and me

Til i drowned his penis extension, that is

bent chartering  the fat man across the seas

(one day)

But to hear from the horses mouth

Playing day after day with their mong who had us

all in raptures day after day

Why her country was ruined.. absolutely beyond the point of no return

I trust her .. her Sad Eyes..

Even if talk about world record pick up

A frosty start on the Social Worker's beach

And before the night had fell, into their abyss of assumption

" but my friend... your Amos Oz rit the best of all books on how to cure one...matters not, whom.. heretoo a load of bodily and beingprecious...fanatix..  ruined my life, too..." 

" what...you know about Amos...?"

But the silver lining, even if stained by crystalline foreign objects..

Just as 2017... i mean, basically... all bad mannered lost little princesses can princesses can go and jump off John O Groats for all i care..

I 'won' to actually meet a real life St Joan.. indeed about half a dozen...in person...give them nice speeches about " feminism is foundational by witch .. the craft of...of getting 'im to do his fayre share of the housework..under a line of submachine guns fingers twitchin.." is the ultimate silver lining even if in the weirdly glorious place the marching powder is farmed in the hills...

++++++++++++++

None of my business but i had no idea of the endless signage and showing off everywhere..no one does anything though

and just a quirky smattering of a future one day artwork .. maybe but so far down the to do list...

The MArches actually INTERESTING in that the same old consumerist children pretending to be 17 when theyre 57 or 67  were in fact far more interesting as they tried to sometimes hide their infanticidal stuck-being-threeness

All just vudu...

chief vudu i kinda knew once till i knew just another shabby vudite... and the vudu must exponentially gobble up the world - ever more expensive 'treatments'.. as the latest headware gets even more Horrids.. [as we called the house of 'rape' ehhh.. really now..... wheres the evidence for all those shopping vouchers dreamed about]

All i know i really did not know that EVERY thing here is the shabbiest dullest of virtue signalling... 

by nervy neurotics with painted on yoga glares...

And all 100% lies i have never known such an ununified concentration camp where none of the can concentrate  as long as a dying bees fluttery wingbeat

why the Bees are all gone

RIGHTY HO

Real kairos time

soon, tomorrow, or maybe Sunday

A summer of wonderful walks and even saving nature

if you can save

just

one Beee 

at a time

But ... alone my my its hard

cos the REAL politics of the land

well at least i told the Mermaid makes her fayres from the

sea

weeding it

no fuckin Chret will come and see

and 'bear witness'

to reality

And despite the "we"men

actually worse than this lovely chap

 he thinks he gonna get away with besmurchin' me

on public money

... but none not one i have met not one man (except the mechanics x2...)

justa load of users of London mores and bought boho bullshit...

Until

For him... he loved every single one of the crawlies  ..or the few we found, when there should be far more...

And dadtoo....  a new real friend.... 

And THEY have dozens of pictures of ME...  rolling around, doing lion and tiger  all afternoon..to him.... 

And to see her face.. gradually soften and  relax...  is what compromise, is... of course somehow the Londoners even if refugees... need to

All morning, from dawn " MOOOOOO..." 

"ohh.. i heard him making his new friends happy again not sure  if they can hear him from the two fields up...i do hope you had some sleep... he cannot stop can he, bringing endless laughter to us all... do NOT ever stop him... ever.."

But the truly real kairosy kairos...

just this week...

There would be no point, saying to the quite ok English bloke...  remarkably un fucked up entirely...

" pity you as awaking 99.99% of days three decades mind as sharp and unadultarated as a newborns bottom neither chemically wet wiped nor dabbed with asbestos... is a better high than the highs still age seventy you guzzle.... 

" but...a few weeks ago just in that field there.... was a lovely family from London, too.... really  ...well.. it was endless 'community' based around on their little three year old who simply couldnt stop being, perfect...  

"his dad  from Israel.. kibbutzim raised... but such a sad man.. for obvious reasons... i fixed him telling him of Primo and Amos...  they knew what peace was... but mum...no one could fix her .. she cannot really even return slightly safely to her muvvaland... well at least  until the endless demand for the various powders and 'twill be fentanyl soon enough going by the rate of guzzling ketamine here...i see pouring out of cracked car windows at the beauty spots...ohhh you too..? how quaint ...  her country turned into the gateway out of South America....  so as to supply all of you lovely smiley super boho.. frauds... she says its utterly ruined and ...it was a paradise once my other Ecuajew couple friends would regularly return to...  your drugs...hmmm... really...all 'smiley happy people' still...."