Sunday, 8 September 2024

The Fuller Monty Don ( pt 1 of many to come including many audio interviews)

 But.... it will take time...


The sequence.

Did really end with her... thirty three, sleeping with a nuke.


Every single word for more than a decade. Two really.... every single' real' opinion. 

And she is manager of THE Environment of a large SW river....no names or hints, even if Mister Biggest Boys Toy knows who wears the trousers in their tent.... as hetoo so  beaitifully confessed, all...including some state secret ...jokes...


As i shall have to set up yet another chuck away email.... as his bosses wont like it if anyone knows his ' real' opinions...

Him being irrelevent.


Even if one person only watches a good ' real' film about the 'environment' ... i know she will giggle at every 

 tawdry reality...

As she told metoo

Every word, she has seen and lives, too...


I am quite emotional....  remembering just the recent past. Of meeting at last ones ' audience' ...

Because it's not even about any fabulous

Fifty Three er....

The only conceivable hope ( " you two may have trouble all the ferkin

PCB ... just out there!")

It' s ..only about.

Them.

But to be usefully them, they need the facts first.

Of us....

And long full diatribes never worked... thats why only a few fools con themselves shamanism or Marti[accute]nism... is any form of solutiom to the shitpipes built so badly the Dry Robe solution even flavours her River Ratty shitfilled creek

Only.... not-very-earnest, rather irreverant, really works... but i am shit at comedy....

or was... an extraordinary amount of women do say i make them laugh, which is interesting as being in the 1% with only scar tissue ... you wouldnt have thought  any new spirit or even creativity could come from that....according to all of Tolle and every  tomorrow's toilet paper  book on mindfulness or anything nouveau... ' spiritual' ...*

Though i have something of a trained latent, tribe....

I now have 'real' protection.... however.It is time to delegate to a true Queen....

soon.

* meaning i actually ' trust' in something, i no idea what, what for... why....or what the ' deal' is.. except dont trust ANY one who says they do..... or some in " human" potion or drug 'awaken's you to anything....


As thats profpundly anti " human" if you ask me.

..  not trusting in whatever we are born as and evolve knto quite by our lonesome thank you... plus a few good " role models"  who dont fake indigeonousity or however he spells yet another new angled look-at-me word, for


 clicks

 n cash....


so he can buy the beers in his town centre bars.. or festivals.... of so many people like him all baying to be a little bit more than your regular Joe

How any man

( Califirnian madman 60s and on... ) has always got the

chicks


Me... i like real mother hens mysef... able to pass on to their brood, or even another's if the eggs didnt quite coincide with a sane  helpmeet

 just a BIT of sense..  


Theirs if they ever get there, are gonna be [dad's] ...atomic bombs.... turned into  .... 


 to be cont 


And i know at least one 

will follow on

from her email... 


cos there's a 'real' definition of the dodgy word, soulmates

or even dodgier, twin, flaming with exactly the same well informed burnin'-twin-towers sized flaming energy and passion in her eyes...

And i never met one, ever..... until i was cleaning, her.......


one last video goes in here  in a bit, but then loads ive skipped over,  likely the best ones....  really gazelling along the tracks with the sosweet ( because she is, below her hurt*) supergiraffe,  and others too....

soon

* and as we say you have to break  some eggs to make an edible omlet... and share it with someone  who would appreciate it so much more if shetoo managed my 8 hrs sleep aleays no matter what


But that's   ... ' real' trust... and i am not sure anyone can any more ... 

start: trust your BODY.... i got nowt else, and do....

(and being heckled as we  in perfect,  harmoniously, two tangoin',  mode...gazelled the steepest ups and downs... by some passing bloke in SAS costume, they all crave..."  you must be brave in crocks" ... my my theres SO much wirk to do)