Saturday, 7 December 2024

Well 'bless' im..." ("and here's to hell...")

 Even if The Stern one started all this .... bloody useless 'podcasting' at least he was occasionally a shock-jock with some originality even if  birthin'  the bonkers  genie which once out....


Grown ups knew was just childish shock value, of no value...


I haven't been crusading with some weeks now....

But maybe that's the last epistle under her stolen cassock (wow you can get em cheep at only £31.19 just checking the spelling... ) 

it has to be about the perverted message - as pervy as their 3.6% priest hoodwinkin' the world that their hood is important when only two tango and hetty marriages last longer..never mind beein' the foundation of all lore ...

still...

plus two facing down a loony landlord get treated with more respect...

rather than two faced stolen cassockees wastin' MY precious time...


Hope... a dangerous word that in fact does really hurt people - i doth know.... there bein' one word that hurt.

But 'dream'   (my my i never had a two way one  - thisterdawn  - a conversation at last... no more hissin' rather standin' her ground...)


What the aristocracy of even her  

oops i saw a few days ago some posts get squashed if you add in hypertext  - or rather what comes up on Oggle, from Oggle who own blogger ...

‘the church which contains the bishop's throne’


much to do on presentation...far less important than songlines:


'hope' and dreamin' are almost opposites.


But there we go.... at three years older than her - Mrs Nicked Cassock...

...  many years full on junkie abusing his body i am sure in every conceivable way, 


 There he is preachin' January in league with  Beelzebub himself 




A real song of 'hope' ... 

And December same year  - i didn't even know who the popstar lookin' bimbo 

was midrow...

He is rightly invited by The Norwegian Queen i am sure ...

to be there celebratin' 

(video above) 

His equal in truly spirited hollier than thou goin' ALL the way....

dreamer...



Aggh i know someone who needs to .... 

Her "god" Mister irReverent Adams... 

step up.....and ...

Do what I TELL her..." 

Cos if she doesn't she will die if she does she can be three years older and as full of real life as Stevie boy.... bouncin' around as if he is twenty years younger and all the self pity years, weren't...


 But i need one final last scurrilous epistle... one last attempt.... one perfectest sermon... 

or she has no hope 

despite lying for years from her pulpit she bathes in the eternal light of it he bloody faked dying on the cross bar so as to save her soul too.... 


.... ahhh.... uhhhhhh....i know who should do it.... but