If i were a former sov
especially like her
thats the thing
no pic of her!!!!!
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that was a dayago
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Now..... at last the ultimate petard .... and she agrees
The enemy of all man kind (i tried.... a year or two i told her " just go snoggim..... i think you know too you're better forim") from Surrey...blesserrr.....
i saw her mothers 'baby book'....
And we....
(this is in the year of Lord Above thank you...we stopped and talketh
twenty twenty....)
Righty Ho....you need the right soundtrack even if the writing really is grandiose and rather one dimensional
But a magnificent find twenty twenty new....
even iof live....
The look, "fascinated i.." felt like throwin' myself off her cliff...
especially yesteraft ..... a perfect day, as me and the silvery showin off all her mane....
" where ARE they..."
probably all in the cowboy hat shop....
The amount of cowboy hatted ....well a walker takes what he needs, only....
A poseur ... just poses
And is so so so so ....conformist
A ship called Conformity
(even if their " two face two faced..." one is the pinnacle of real artistic artistry and poetry... the key phrase being DONT TRY TOO HARD ...or you end up an artless old fart)
Anyway forget here it is the most conformist place on the planet that Rupert and CAmmy still think Tom-Paul will buy back for them...
on his Hatesville brokered
Or actually well if you listen to the data this morn.... the're brokerin' more sugar than ever into the infants...
Anyway.... wanderin..... there you were in the year of only LIGHT from mid mArch a hundred days....
And you get one over on Surrey Suzi .... just meetin' on her behalf
Actually Ive forgot her name....
I could just google 'Deb Presteigne"
Anyway that's dull....
Mister PAygun place
" Mister.... come any nearer hint hint i may be armed....."
A new real friend.... the sexiest one on the planet .... and fisfty three if only THEY knew...
And her hipsway down that vile high Street patrolled by Helena's yellowshirts...
Fuck me thats the kind of real-womanation meditation.... well you have had to squeeze out four of em i guess to actually have finest control of your swaying hips... the real version
It will come back...
Her look back over her Harmony Hairsprayed shoulder...
straight out of the ad, man...
That look...
of "at last i met a ...man... who isn't scarred of me and my natural Amazon babe true dirty kneed ...beauty..... even if at the weekends the Lousi Vuitton [yes even in that one horse dump] shows them off too..."
Anyway.. The Chronicle begineth....
Except you will assume.....
Until i find the most petardant poise and grace upon which to hang
... true reality
Its orrid and ranty
when all it is is the exact opposite... rather Mariner mournful..... til i learned to laugh at every surreal warped
bad Polish bit 'o soviet so called Art...
(they just wanted CAnalletto back we will come to that later)
SAFFRON.... it came back
hahhh hahhhhh.... i mean talk about death-by-sex-on two legs....
Anyway her later
So there you are a decade ago.... the full chronicle beganeth
The actual record of what happened..
And how The Greens for sure ...lost your Europe...
(even if this is a fully inclusive 'space' ...my best ally today a total tyrannosaurus Rexess of all thats bad, but...
as yester audio will explain beyond any conceivable doubt for the assumers
so especially if you are a stone age anti modern... as thats wot Europe was... the ones who didnt immo here one must lament..... you are especially welcome. too.... to laugh at just how truly wonky and lost all the Greens were.... over four large constituencies, all swinger... even if there was never any sex in The MArches i still dont understand why...oh yes thats what happens when you think too much of yourself....)
And they lost....the Renaissance Enlightenment all in one...
But i had no idea then just how deep it would go....
But i have to set the scene - the real one
Twenty twenty two august
as there arent datestamps direct ear..
The time of becoming Schism...
" Suzi..... god i saw her..... [ wobbly fat marketing exec from Brighton moved to Junkietown Kington....so so sad and unhappy]..... walk into their shitty car park..... eschewing the rather glorious large commonland meadow by the river just half a km waddle away..... and it was if the bongos had only just been invented the look in her eyes.... "
Now even if I think thats the first time i made mine 'enemy' piss in her pants....
Good for me
A year at least....
I mean that song two little boys two little toys
ohh....yes a Rolph...
S and S had been friends since teens...
Both moved up independently to independently as fattish single middle aged women from down South
sit sulking alone in front of one woodburner a piece
both running off to the rural idyll....
Playing with the locals that wonderful year.... me their only visitor on Christmas day 2020... errata Boxing i don't do Christmas
Nor chubbies at genuinely important 'family' days of folornity
sorrow must be celebrated even if ghostlike ceremonially
(poor Former sovs think the vomit bucket is ... "ceremonial"... no its not its to seem more cool and happening than... these two)
even if free grub...
Anyway..... august 2020... now the ACTUAL Chronicle is of the many many Greens who said they would take part in Designated River Bathing area schemes i alone was ppimpin all around, on behalf of Lucy's rather large behind
The recordings i know are quite historical...
I hope i can get them into a court, the one where they're ripping off Cargill for many a million
the Arrow and Lugg have been joined to their conwoman action...
But for now, fact, rather than their fantasy:
In the whole year leading up to this, I am the only one who is actually talking to two little girls....
Thirty years besties....
But no, come a ... ??? both of them fairly immune to the hysteria...
I have no idea what this land is except..... they both started to (having come to live closer to the Ley Lines or mythical bullshit spirituality of The Marches.... where the only spirit is the vodka the blokes need just to get it up...a bit.... )
start to 'get in touch' with their.... more 'spiritual' side.... with space and time (on imported southern cash.....)
Funny that.... one naive rural actual spiritual person in between them for a whole year them hissin' at each other from the opposite ends of the bridge...
me
And i had no need or wish .... as i don't do chubbies or doggies either
Only because, i could....
And of course it is also esteeming DUTY ....to the 'common good'....
No lifelong friend should..... well....
to be cont
very soon.
And this has to work...or else....
But the best bit of all, is that... no one dimensional modern musician could conceivably understand....
Art must be total and have dimensions you the mere one dimensional no one as theres no life lookin' at screens
(even of her i dont)
If one is to at last give up forever (as the artless Pole hurt me.... but whats the pint they wouldnt know what solidarity meant if time was reversed and in fact The Ruskies just decided to nuke Lech
and em good riddance to bad.... never mind of course as i did in her weary land of money grabbin losers..... offer to help... half her 'blood'...users one and all....)
One must use
As performance art
(this the fourth dimension, here and now..)
electic
The electric
of the Queen....
literally number one .... i suspect in the whole county of London runaways on the run with the pension plan in their pocket...of their former employees
Or some such other number
The ultimate pagan place (except of course is the opposite in that pagan just meant good salt of the earth rural types.....) ... which is the the house of the coolest
vudutoo
whom.. think.... i care... or even notice.... ("why doesn't he look at me all the time when i am occasionally wanderin or on the beach..its like he ignores me...?."
Precisely, she don't exist..... as they are merely a photocopy...
Its the real thing, orignals...i knew.....and chronicled too.
And care about.... tellin their tales.... as they alone ...ruined it.
Then.
