i thought thistermorn at 06.01 i would open it
As everyone else would have thirty six hours afore
But nope not quite yet ....
Because tomor will be even more perfect.
And i know the zen of when
And "no regrets" if the fat scouse had actually learned to tango mutually benefittin' his teacher by chosin the right practice tracks
Why one may indeed immo inbound runnin' from the bonkers Bozzies... or whatever mixed up confused bloodlines they were Srebbin' over...
Well..... even this fetid swamp (his words, to that effect, born 'n bred witha pastie ingob... "even here there is no 'community' any more...no one looks after anyone else all Thatcherite every man for himself... ".. " yes but its the ILLUSION created in Gwerk up the road from where you were dragged out screamin all those years ago as if you had second sight.... they will one day come and hoaseboat colonise it all talking crap straight out of the biggest colon ever shmanned into existence.... .its the ILLUSION that it is other.. that's even worse...a Maggie or even a MAggie man you know . exactly where you are with one of them so be it its a free country kindof ... but they started Hay but its when they Paperchase around pimpin some version of 'community' and even Woodstock of The Mind .... when in fact all their minds were secretly set on in their invisible inner monoseeing eye, was the Luxury line of Paperchase paperweights
"rather than the commoner economy lines..and they bought into the illusion that theytoo were the "human" solution
"double entry book keeping they dont read any real books of course
" Stendhal, George ...saw through their cant and vanity
"two whole centuries ago
" the illusion that they ascended to some new enlightened wetoo wework, errata manifest, for you ...rather than solely with no soul, payin' off their personal Paperchase bills
. THAT really does HURT people...and i know it hurt, even, hertoo.... " )
