Tuesday, 18 March 2025

So, they are back...

(my religion isn't finished yet, or maybe even begun) 

But in their horrid house of self harm and pity as staying indoors any  old house  

when there is sunshine to be used for healing

one 

of 

'them' (oh she is funny with her shaman quips from  her position as snake in THEIR grass) 

 they...are back. Migration time....

Caught me unawares....





So, she knows....  

If we could bottle 'it' 

'it' needs simplifying into ...hmmmm 

But i think i know the answer, even if yesterteatime the preachin' was good...




It really really is a  case, ten years of people pleasing lies deceit what's otherwise known as BS ... especially in rural affairs

Filling this up once a year rather than a smaller one once a month or in my case being PUREST "Ascetic" which means i have far more important Odysseys to have been at than care any more ever what flavour my fuel is

(Food being only fuel no one can listen to)

pure ascetic on the job always no need for any fancy pants unless a  new grinder is needed and a charity shop quidone is spotted a decade ago...

And all ones time stolen by the actual people pleasers and miscellaneous   very very sad 'health' obsessives...

Never mind (my my we do go ionto the 'forbidden' zone, so well..)