... even in [ to Suzi] " there is a more malicious bullying mode in The Marches.." . i guess it comes from being NOwhere
i knew that
and
( audio yesteraft i must not forget about...so much to fill on here)
...and they didn't, like i managed after being very unpleasantly harrassed im public by a mad alcoholic who...owned...Hay, accept they are no one, nowhere.... and when they .. the farmers driving beaten up old tractots they must spend days fixing. saw over the years from 2000ish the 85 grand latest top if range Rangerovers start to clog up their lanes ...its understandable they felt a bit innerly angstfilled ( the real story of the 'land' no one writes up... they jusy paint ( or Kate Humblaye, write) the theme park version, only, which is a trade description act
of violation
... scene, yesteraft, even if this didnt even happen in the lands of malice
" all those lovely sweet Pastyland folk..."
There i am ... same byway, same place almost....
This time she is armed...
She is extraordinary ... i had vowed not to encounter her again.... the old story irrelevent but despite ' disability' my my she WANTS ..to say so much....
she needs to and should.
And is so ... even her hands are as if sculptured mountain tops hewn into the Mons Lisa with real artistry.... and only beauty.
Anyway thatsjust pleasure...
As i sent her on her way " no you go off pn your walk now i have had my 7 km"
upbyway ... a hundred netres yonce.....and i make sure no one knows me...
The shiny big black suv ... blocks the road, and the shiny big man in black, the verge him.yabbering in tbrough the window half an hour as we yabbered thtough our another beautiful impossibly interesting half an hour.
approaching, with back pack ( groceries)
He wont pull back...
wants me to sueeze through the foot between him.and the seventy grand ugly artless machine
they almost all define their small pricks by...
free country
But " ... well i dont want yo scratch his shiny paintwork with my pack..."
doesnt even buy you another six inches...
pure malice, pure " you arent a rich master of [ such a small irrelevent myopian fake] universe] ... here.. "
pure small islander little sneering hitler...
the actual " banality of, a word i rarely use, evil"
horrid place. good job i know where to go to get away from every single one of em....
except one.
So, thats worthy 'purpose'
