So, unlike all of them..*
My whole dull life story, i summed up in a few sentences to the only REAL one on the track..
Yestermorn
Ok i missed the first line: thirty years ago i 'dropped out' to the High Mountains of The Black ones.. 10 km from the border.
Craswall way
For one reason more than any
" my ohh my... in thirty years i shall speak with a great one, with a bun in her oven...
"Neruda compliant, too, that 'a conversation does not begin until we have been speaking for an hour'
" as she would say in thirty years hence... all of the whole damn thing... but the thing started then
"poor them
"If every single one one has ever had the displeasure of brushing up against is so 'FLAKY'....
"So completely incapable of ever ever ever meaning what they say behind their Southern Smiles...
"Ever,,
"Especially the Womens Aider who at the foghorn foghorned in front of her many year mates
"albeit yanks
"she will ask around and let me know ' so how do i find you...give me your phone number' who the ginger friend sat in my class as a kid was..maybe still is...
" not one was ever capable of even remembering that we had a date Thursday next for just a pint on a Nottin' Ill pub... until the hour before when it gets cancelled if they remember to have..manners...
" but she alone will understand ... her last debating point: ' why....are the English so apathetic and do nuthin...?' even if her bun will sadly pop out of the oven in these polluted sceptic shopping aisles...
" well... among other things - in short it is merely pitiful arrogance, but they wont like that word... let me put it this way, pity, is a hundred times more offensive or arrestably harraserating.... i mean if you want to get one to drive off the cliff, with her car full of Groundhogs, all squealing ' never' you arent worth it you ageing fake! too stupid to know that post 53 only a true "warrior" spirit remains sexily desirable amd fuckable always...' a valid complaint would be that 'he pitied me' because to pity - as i would explain ...confected vulnerability and self pity
the currency
became
* southern, define.. well it was then, before Gwerk found The MArches too, almost exactly down the border England [fake] Pays de [fake] Galles... which had no 'culture' to the west as all myths are made up for tourists and the bank book of fat Easterners who immo in for the grant money..
But still back then the ultra consumerist ways of everywhere East had not crippled or more correctly emotionally retarded them all... and by definition, symptomatically made every single one flaky
In past Western lands an arrangement was a deal
break it and you really are remembered
forever
as unreliable..
or if we wish
flaky...
And perhaps a Northern line - roughly going through Manchester certainly including Yorkshire...
what you say you mean..
But pity .. the only actual offence..
Because to follow through with things - so many a time things not at all enjoyed and most employers or people like Hilary seen through on day one as a mad lying drug addict... up all night writing shit books, except for Closure... and merely figuring how hetoo can grab some 'festival' cash...from his 3 range rovers... all black...
simple: the ONLY thing truly good for the soul, and a mind full of REAL humanity, is even when you are 'traumatised' by her sunglasses... [ as i was even lastereve even her... moviestar ridiculous ugly ones....absurdist in one picture - at the only beautiful quiet spot as the sun is setting... .] you FOLLOW THROUGH with what you say or write by whatsap or... any words... or plans...
And apart from leading them to have a truly lesser "human" experience - the total Apocalypse of fey fake words
just flaky
you can see... [ she will know as i said on the cliff ' but English are SO imnfantalised they cannot even remember bible classes when i am sure theres something about how a lie or false opinion even hurts the LIARRR.. more than anyone else over a lifetime... ]
Indeed that would be my maybe one thing if i also had two years... as you can see it on their faces as they get into their fifties.. the excruciatingly sourbitch lines .. countenance..of " i have gone through my whole life being terminally flaky.. " it so hurts them...
really does age them... by a factor of about ten or even fifteen...
years older than they are
Anyway i dont lie and am in real distress in that i have a rough schedule this week getting down to next phase, but simply no way do i catch up omn 50 gb of bits of madmovie waffling when the ..
weather is so perfect even her sunglasses just made me...
pity hertoo...."
Nothing changed in thirty dull years, except they (cos some fool defrauded them that 'Gaul' or Gaelic' is a 'thing' - other than as my pure Madame Socrates knew full well the modern day truth: her load of Asterixes are, just like in all 'Gaelic' places.. " ohh la la..... they vote 50% Le Pen...on immigration mainly when theres no blacks or brownies for beaucoups des kilometres...!" all 'gaelic' or INDIGENOUS..places...populated by dinosaurs... but then add in all the flakies that immo'd in from the South, we should pity FAR more than blacks or homos... because they have GREAT role models... who tell some truth.. (again to LA Gaulois(e) " me and my brown friend.. two years back...me building the fences in the stony ground in the hills...no woman to help hold the rails or be EQUAL and dig her own post holes, too... while getting me to hold the fencing rails.... we would quip all day by text ... as he is building the leaky shitpipes of Pastylandshire... ' ahhahh.. today.. i think 4chan [radio 4] had 85% homo content and only 63% black materially abused by false stories about y'all... content...you're slipping down the charts...hahh hahh hahh... "
And i have so many loose ends and threads to weave in to the tapestry ..
Never mind pictures..
But i do mean what i say:
soon
But how could i forget ... i dont think i wove him in...or was it her..
( i never reread anything but i did have this tab open i dont think we got him in... how EVERY single 'human' 1982 or 3... never even asked if they were chopped off under the skirt..
or keks
As every single human, then.. even if you only listened to heavy metal or punk rock.. knew a genius when he popped his made up face on T O T P...
And still going strong even if nowadays it seems EVERY incomer man in this region must wear pretty much the same compulsory uniform of fancy hat, STATEMENT t-shirt.. and they would wear the make up too if they werent off to the beach where they parade it all all day especially the fey little fancy boy hideaway beaches...
I mean basically, its all quite simple, back a year: " every single one here.. has arrived to but her quay or
Drugdealing childrens park..
Via, and After returning their self 'actualised cell', at the ferkin Priory.."
And as if to cap off 80s superb culture, a truly superbest ever song often on the wireless...and on my record player...
despite having 3 or 4 pretty close homo mates from age 16.. " you fuckin do that again Stewart Brown i will stab you in the hand if it ever heads to my only hetro balls, sac..." (the last one took me to the front room of the woman who simply changed my life forever .. even lastereve i am getting out the toys for the little ones, here.. always... no matter what they come first... ones opinions of their no mannered parents are irrelevant...)
Listening 100s of times..i had no idea it was a homo hymn...i just always saw it as universal about mad lost bullies from anywhere...
And when some Southern richboy unable to keep to his overpriced ticketing arrangements and plans as CAmilla so flaky she forgot to come, or wasted his ticket money some way or other:
" anyone want free tickets for Julian Clary in ten minutes..!"
Mustv been about 2006 or 7... ...
No one else shouting back.. oh well why not lonely as usual all these fey boys from down South and their fake feyer wimmin come and play country adventurer then forget they were even here a few days later...
I never wet my pants at a public performance...
And even if i will still homohatefully say " Otis Lee Crenshaw that year... simply changed my life so funny..." the truth is yes i forget.. Julian Clary i didnt even know who he was ... was first among equals, too..
And still is the only one who always makes me laugh.. Rich HAll becoming a little too fond of his own cowboy hat, too
LA GAlloise.. " i am assuming hahh hahh"
"Never do that.... its what all the others you know are sick...are addicted to... but not you... i saw you change within just two hours..."
( " combed my hair in a thousand ways..but it came out just the same" the simply genius gorgeous nuance of a true poetess... describing the grooming addiction of the so called men from Gwerk as they are planning just an afternoon at a local beach.. Except 'Rod the Sod' as we calle dim..i had no idea... at least he could laugh at HIMself... none of these TomPAul upes ever could,.... why - thats the answer for LA Gren... [ my poetical ref to Grenouilles... but i met their Queen at last.... fourty years i been telling myself that story that a real perfect one exists, but ever so slightly eludes...... to be the next Houellebecq....Note Bien - i live off grid and NEVER have a moment to reread my typos or Miss Spellings.. but both those last FRog words.. Gren and Houll...i speedtyped and got the spelling right..i just checked... cos i care and have been having the same dull conversations at the cliff edge some British pitiful groundhogger hogging the anger, when we have none, only passion.... as i have never seen a better example of ever....and yes humour is important but what Houellebecq described in the dangerous self obsessive mindful of cultish stuff... has destroyed UK.. my last region... this 100% .DArtmoor [fakes - they have a cottage 10 km away they bought with Monsanto share cashins..] . Gwerk HQ of it...even her... ..only Michele had 'second sight' in his glorious EastEnders on mushrooms of a book.. the cult killing each other for cash...no English would DARE to point the finger at reality... their FRIENDS inhabit... just in case they want a weekend in their yurt to look good on their FAkebook, too.. C'est LA Guerre.. honet et droit.. [Serge... ok i had no idea!] oui...my daughter needs this to end.. finis.. le fin...
And Suzi [mine Brexiteer enemy but she does know about arts grant funding bigjobs] agrees, too...
