but " life is about politics" ....
Ehh well... even a fake activist blowing in the wind to look good in the eighties managed to grow up and write that one .... but they never consistently be anything..
What was that inconsistency, ohh yes.. the ONLY one i like and learn from hanging up her clogs...
Indeed had hope, IN...
That is America for you - the worst variant of the butterflyitis virus there is...
Even her the brown mum of a large brood..
So, to, the 'West' ...not that one over their windswept coast of rippin' everyone off
And ripping off their togs to look good before a smug session at Joni's cafe..
where you have to recall, if you want to call you essay for what it is... literally nuthin' cos..if you cannot 'member who you said you were just a few songs back, and turn into some glamour puss in chameleon skin boots..
And a VERY bitter old bag...
Then go and live in HAy-on-Wyetoo...
Where twenty years they sat around campfires and said " ewwhhh we don't do politics.." funny that as they could only afford to be there as the trades descriptions cat legislation
was unregulated
so they could rip off a soma munchin' nation
Oops the song should be above the text as she was Queen of all context
(i had never thought of where 'fuck' came from... til lastereve - but have no interest in that what you do with language, is liberate it... and then in time people settle down and use a balance of the rude, and add in eloquence when they realise Phoebe waller Bridge's "anal sex" appearing about thirteen times in her badly written Fleabag is simply to get a reaction... as a typical utterly void Britisher..
With nothing else to say, ever...
Only.... nuanced language can.. overcome the gobberatti..
The funny thing is this was obvious the first time you went to you essay.. their complete and utter insecurity...
And desperate need to be given one up the bum by a superior heritage of actual more beautiful word policing...
Which must never be to any lore..
Except believe in what you..say...
especially in any essay
And you cannot essay until you have a lifetime of confirmation
Upon anything you may say
All i know is no one can communicate at all ever
Ohh i haven't even started yet..
having a year ago been conned it would seem with the one who has direct line to her child abusing boss.
And her ... three times Judassed..
thrice
Because if you inhabit (not 'live' there is NO 'life' in Stepford-on-sea.. merely ghosts performing, a lamentation that they could never get to the 4000 FAkebook friend delineation of dopamine moronification
even if when the 'smart thinking' crew began fifteen years ago
to term as as some smart biochemical cause and effect they showed just how anti-mystic and 'spiritual' they were ..
anti that is, as anyone who thinks they can understand any bodily system (technically not '"human" anyway as we are biome sac made up of 90% parasite coalesced over time into symbiota.. not tecjnically a word for what we are - merely a coalition...of competing 'needs'...
within one goggle eyed appendage of a computer chip
Unless you stop...and start to actually be 'human' which is soon to be ..
Of course it were never ever ever even conceivable that those whom insulted a silly old man, with so little poetry in him it is daft...
May have to sit down and have a cuppa with himtoo..one day...soon.
Oh to be a fly on the wall, not for (all America can be, and its absurd little cockypoodle - this sceptic aisle) the salaciousness... but to see a master class on: just cos you call someone names, doesnt mean you cannot put it entirely in the past and reengage on divvying up
the war dividend as per usual...
no matter what they may say...
Which means ... there is ONLY nuanced poetry... and don't believe any you say
Especially now the only one i had really warmed to Sarah the fastbreeder doesn't even know how truly Renaissance she was becoming..
No.. they must butterfly off to...
I know not what...
