Monday, 24 March 2025

Note to SELF ..NIRVANA ... even if not needed, the ULTRAPOST.. the ELIXIR THEY ALL SEEK

 There bein' years ago i knew

THE greatest compliment one could ever give a REAL one.....

Like, ever....


Despite the awful scouser

(no i will NEVER listen again to anyone saying Lennon was killed due him being a profit of anything as i know..... he put profit over his own son.... i know

as his own son was codependent on the worst guitarist in history....

mine own blood

still.....and theyre on Rogan saying " well thats very unfair as Jooles wouldnt have us on like we desrve .. it really hurt me."  well someone should have drowned them decades ago their musac so hurts the senses... and olding so called men still boys at 62  who think they have earned a musical career  rather than being an exotic

plant

His awful wife beating father too pissed to water him in his youth so he never had a chance at living

(oooh thats very slam true-potty-poet good...)


Peel ..... 

Almost as bad with his smug knowing drole drawl..

eulogising the bathroom product addicted Fergal 


Anyway, there is one compliment, only one, that is the creme de la Royal Jelly supplement slathered all over her slim  lined face....about seventy i do believe ish...


I am quite sure (one can tell) no one peers over him - Mister I-got-a-big  " penis extension called a bigger Trident  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawker_Siddeley_Trident     than you and a British Airways pension to boot"  

" so are you into jungle sex the way your  best-ever Toyota Hiace van is crammed full with  exotic plants...i noticed... but i know you are ok the way you refuse to park lined up like kippers, so.. and you drive your own path.... "


So i know no one has basically ignored him except to take the piss out of his heavy metal Captaincy


twas the moment i ....well i ignored him and hertoo.... 

" look your Mister jungle..... a mole told me he spent only 250 quid on plants last year..... but  probably 250 thousand on uniforms and paintjobs for his fleet of  fancy vans.....  but thats not the REAl hippo in him, mister We-man Tim...... its the way they leave the lights on over their massive tourist trap car park.....

" of course the We-men are immune to actual rainforest rules  in their theme park, bein' REAL environmentalists have known fifty years iof you leave the fuckin lights on bright 

even half the night

it...  buggers up the 'birds'' MINDBODY MIX .... 

so shut the fuck up  about your little day out in his theme park

you're dealin' witha  REAL man now, oui,  Antoine... Saint... whom traversed the mountains at night, 

alone, no lights, in his little putput... to get Iron MAiden to the gig on time

or LA Poste  in in time for croissants et REAL coffee  

Bigjobs  are for homos  who need a big bang in a gang.."


But the moment... well in fact just the warm up him sulking no big engines impress me


Evil is of course dressing up special when real "human"s should have grown out of that  centuries ago as a prancy illness thats a distraction from DOing anything real like caring about DDT PCBs napalm too...

But the ....well SAudade.... the moment that civilisation maybe more than any bubbled up into perfection ....well it is most of The Mong's underrated musicality  as an actual GREAT guitar man underrated sidelined but ....

 

Upon emcountering the right version....

some years ago:  Actual REAL the best of "human" is in it, indeed symbolised the high priest moment the Pope at Peels little window....


Almost all of Mister Mongo Manzanera..... just gets IT

Is... 

all we needed somehow....


But then, theres something more....

At nine   minutes and  30....  then 45 secs  in....

whist Serbia was still stuck on dodgy gyppo tracks... from ancient history their so called favourite ever film earworms....


when you turn to no feature ONLY an old "bird" ... 

"look luv dont bullshit me with the bird-killers  bullshit i got film of his lights on all night...."

Having asked her HER name...not him Captain Tristar....


The moment when you know s/he are gonna turn around and say " how rude of you ... 

you can rant on my soapbox all you want but Ill turn my jetblast on youtoo

to protect her honour.. "


She....  at " and the birds are fucked in the headtoo 

by his Garden of Fake Eden and my Project is to satirise every single one of them


That perfect BRITISH culture when it was perfect

it predicted 

She at last had come

And the way her eyes burned with real bright

And stared at me as if Brian Eno was ticklin her fanny still with his feathery boas


....And she chimed, as if dawn and spastic 'God' hadnt come along and  Gardened them all into believeing 

Woman is a slithering underbelly

she alone.... 

when 

he aside is revving up his jet blast of "how dare you"


looks in the eyes and chimes

" and the BATS too!!"

 




And my ohh my to " well your  childhood coves down the road ruinedtoo by all their prozac pee and PCB insanity....."

Him having been stuck well and truly into reverse thrust and shut tjhe fuckup...


" and my friend....  shetoo... i depair at the gallons of bleach she dumps in her drains....  "

I didn't ask her to be, my equal... and also  be the purest Saudade ever and in fact exactly how we would have been in 1975 or 80 no bullshit there's no woman or man or polite crap only ..

actual 

passion


at last


and  undoubtedly the most beautiful woman ive ever seen.... lined and haggard at 70ish...


made her look actually forever young


and i dont flatter anyone


Her old lined face still radiates solar everything in my minds eye 

now


++++++++++++++++++++++


bonus feature: " so what was your career past...?" 

posh"bird" from Surrey accent 

presented as if Cosmo was

invented for her


( one assumes " equerry to something or other")


" ehh i was a mechanic... i fixed planes....just a 'spanner'  really..."


"flip ... i remember Sonja weatheril first woman commercial pilot  kindof in the SE in training she was great she was kraut actually      she learned at the little flight school i bummed around ... then it was so sad the way the sexism was towards her the comments and jokes no one really meant but she must have been tired out worrying if they did.... ... but only a few years later it all did change ... . but i never met all those years a female spanner wow you really were a 0.1% .. thank god it did  change ..."

she turned to him

" it  was in fact hell at times.." 

as if she had never told him