to be taken back to what was in fact ones real 'maker'
and the conclusion of what happened between then and now
And why the yummieest mummy on the planet in her new 500 quid tailored oilskins wasnt interested in her river being filled up with toxins...
merely hubris
thats all one has had to contend with
within of course as well
just pumped up little hubris
and that's what it was about...
how extraordinary
And certainly she's in the 1%...
At my place of telling them THE story, and the two versions: one from the wonderful older one who wanders around with a javelin...ohh yes it is! i know here REAL 'belief' system.... " he didnt mean to abuse her 'twas an accident..."
And the other from her overladyship " nope... wrong he wanted to shoot them both...."
....no charge, even for the sound effects and 'ohh woe is me'. ...and extra modernisations - uptodatings, about how it influenced me ..(what kind of a coincidence is that someone put it up six weeks ago! in breech of BBC copycatfighting; who owns culture? no fucker in my book, i only ever use pirated versions real ones not the childmens that litter shitfilled Pastine Eastuaries too pissed to fix their boats up so turn them into rotting hulls and a campout with silly flags atop to ....to what exactly? all i know is of course she was ship-wrecked mentally by their whole absurd cartoon mentallity, and performative voodoo
so as not to have to clean their loos)
and still does....even today's indecent proposal; only a quick charge up.)
Anyway the 1%, as only the old with nothing to lose and no fake politeness we came to The Source of thattoo (this has been too interestingly exilerating even for me i thought i knew it all)..: " man... man up...don't feel sorry for yourself or somehow awry.....it's a bloody war to the death! of course you have done the right thing wasting three years of your life on a some little fake 'warrior'....all that matters is..... [ bowdleriased for now].... of course you were right... anyway there's no right or rong, man.... are you man or mouse....... there's only whom wins... the prize!.... "
Anyway....but talk about actual Christmas even if three days late for THIS gift...four beauties have been sent this.
ohh shit....sat outside the most romantic place in history of this sceptic one.... there are TWo in the queue.... number one the sexiest man ever in history him of Bees 'n THINGS..... the racially phobic BBC didnt even tell on him....
a TRUE actual Serbian "warrior" .. the one greatest genius of em all, after Colette and whats that other one...later
Engliterite go around hunting and torturing fur coats for fun.... only one ever earned her right to weild a big motherfucker of a proper gun
it it would have been a crime if Serge had't at least given err a little pat on err bum.....
and i'm quite sure had it been the other way round t'wouldve been called je te déteste
in honour of their truth.... universal
"...non......"
could have saved a whole hour lastereve watching this truly superb REAL culture
Brigitte .... simply.... for once MAcron wasn't lying....
anyway where was i ohh yes can't say...
Four Beauties have been told where this is thistermorn
Two live within a km so of course will deliberately try to drown me innit...
Britalin any real writer artiste knows is only about two things..PR and property prices. Theirs..
One a 100km away.... probably has a long list for her wished for public back stabbing...
and the mostest... i guess i will never know.
It was bad enough having to sit aside this lovely side effect of all their compulsory status dogs... whist thisterbreakfasting on the finest simple fayre
But in one of the wealthiest most performative " we love nature" places... i can't say and never will even i think i lied to number one saying " only you will see this video".. well copy a few others in as surely theyre not all viscious tell tales... "nasty man in van trying to tell the truth about the whole of our paradise peninsula .." well they can't ferkin read if they do as ive no interest...
'twas 20 years of this into the river Wye despite Justine's new lying legal case blaming it on the poor innocent factory farmed chickies.... and Fergal and his flouncin...
this is real art that tells a real story even if its not the shit thats the prob...
ohh yes what's the 'divide' - well not one will ever take responsibility for that above whether pro or anti....
yes...her.... she so beautifully described ....nobody or about only 0.1% have one atom of imagination.... especially about what causes us to have been born in the beginning....
"no....don't listen to that awful German Eckhart this isnt about listening! its about DOing.... "
If i told them, now the story!
They didn't haver a 'piece of' by even chucking a cup of skinny latte my way
which wouldnt be included anyway as my buymeacoffee thingumy dotcom is set to strong and black and very Serbian proper stuff is the only way i take my coffee in a land of ... but theh Ive seen its all fake.
Behind every rhubarb flavoured Notting Hill cup of so called coffee with sparklies on top... its all 100% rhubarb.... in that below where the grinds are, it is exactly the same as it ever was; what is Britolin?
Ashram smiles (stuck on here with Araldite the upper class glue even if they or rather their interbred little entrepreneur Rudolph - in fact thats a tautology in that it means 'entre' just the same class who always had it and always will...to make more cash out of what was just fine several dacades ago put his irrelevant little 'high tech' swizzers in to rip you of wasting more glue than necessary..)
four rings compulsory (if you can't afford the antique landrover )
Anyway ehhh.... yes when the other version starts to drip drip drip and you can't even say to your girlfriend in The Priory " this'll cheer you up Cammy the cash i spendoodled subbing that chappie who needed a coffee well its gone 'n bugger me ended up on the besties list.... DAMNIT tho i wish i'd bought shares maybe we could afford the second year you need in here just to recover from mummie now we've done pater..."
Even if it's only her loot i want, as him there's no hope ever....
(and - my private business i know when she said in our first propper talk " you don't seem arrogant " i didnt know then that even if i did know then 'relative is the most important word'... nobody even a good writer and thinker such as err...could possibly KNOW what 'arrogance' one has to be measured against as every single one in this whole Pestilence Peninsula is a variety thats the real variety: it knows how to hide behind its antique landrover, even disguise of a bit of 'tally ho lets go....surfin like the indigenouses..maybe one will get stabbed in the eye by a walkers ...oops no thats capitol WAlkers' unnecessary walking pole tossing in the waves after she shouts at him NO Moth i wpont tell ALL those lies to pay for your next Rolling Stones backstage pass...'!...and we will be able to embezzle his fishermans cottage the one he hasnt sold off to pay for TArq's coke end of the lines...'.. even i didnt know what real arrogance was having lived among it two years the holiday version and three months the perversion version the real one.... so how could she have the first idea what it is.... their secret signs dont translate even into whatisface's code book the posh one ahh yes Peter Yorke.... would just love what he saw of late)
Anyway there has to be some radio silence now especially as i proved it to myself yestyeraft i could even if by accident: no more new random chats! none.... verbotten.... not even her looking like she's fallen out of Vogue's Christmas eve version held as a 'benefit' to the sex workers of Mayfair.... and only just got bored of it, being the star centrefold.... what a hat!
nope and she smiled at me a very openly engaging one as we passed in a very very dark privately quiet part of her walk home....nope! never
thats it
there is now only one problem it wasn't until the chat this morn i forgot there are about at least five major themes even if all exactly one....
seen in her spurs.
And the most emotive, Two Little Boys....
one, turns out to be the very worst gibber-liar peoplepleaser, in history....
and he was the just one notch down, that slippery pole, at first....
why of course he did. " simes i will think of a way to call her and engage her ..."
not. But worse..... a man lovingly tells you that he knows his own is a 'bimbo', and he knows full well if she does inherit the million quid offshore...
she will become the next level up... a monster
as he spent enough time with them, paying-as-he-went
just to use them most openly as extras in his lifelong porn movie
And yet....he ...even he my once close enough schoolfriend, lifefriend, is so arrogant... to be reminded of that 100% certain truth he 100% certainly agrees upon, by another man his equal, means...
a ghostin' too... thats what you call 'arrogant' and he didnt even go to private school.... but spent his life with the 'guns' who did
who own all of Narnia...and most of PAstyshire
period
thing is a i won.... its merely a case of its on average 3 degrees warmer here than pasterregion.... often five
thats all thats all that matters. 4ish during the day cant think, six or above all thinking is a pleasure....
oops back to meaning of life soon, being ive had far more functional temps than in lasterregion...
And only one person hoodwinked me to leave it so only one person is why im still alive
so ..... the next line is obvious, if you LIKE life which i just amunt sure the rest do....
sure has been boring though waiting for...
see next post, mayBE
....
even if there's a sequence i must remember but then as i remember almost everythin' even from that year ... i think the one her nanaboatee-a-docked.
Ninety two or three
thoughtbub "nevertheless.... theres only one i could say this to now ....she
would understand every smallest gesture nunace
caused her to have her Oxford 'breakdown'....
doubtless them not tryin' to fully interbreed into her plain lass pants"
outloud to onesself: " cmon dont you know by now..
[ the bloody sequence so
stupid Oggle definitely a bit feyboy 'ajacent' on drugs
put in "photo of a handsome man foxhunting"
and you get this proving that those so called "tech bros" are too palecheeked to want a real propper man nosing his slimey way between their pinched ones..
Anyway the sequence, i have a superb photo of a 'handsome' man on his horse white crevette silk cut in his hand... photo of a handsom man foxhuntingposture ready to hunt [ to the beveiled and she DID laugh and give me THAT pure S+M look theyre so practiced in " the only reason this was invented is for middle aged men to spend a day out with a tot in their hipflask
and totty like you!! with or without your 'discretion' behind the veil.... "
photo of a hansome man... i took fifty years ago almost to the day i bet as a spotty young real photographer with an eye.... in fact errata im not that old and bounced more km up in their overrun tourist park yesters than anyone else i saw...it must have been 45 or 6 )
.... i know exactly why he was dressed up in white crevette....exactly....
and every single one of them gathered 45 or 6 years on - i bet even the one token very well fed-on-venison or somesuch elitefood, blackman.... knew too
and not one second in between then and now changed a thing
other than their female 'supporters' audience are sadly even more angsty and unesteemed...
as the only thing they really want for xMaster is that which theyve been shown as as he....
hips that really....sway
in an actually desirable way
that can't be inbred,
especially when theirs are to truly cheek clench
best poise upon the Cheltenham or Harrow naughty bench
reprise
and theyve been OUTbred as not far off a billion clicks, does indeed mean
something
but all i care about is a private little personal history
of understanding and pissing on their faux history
even if its fun to be seeing it 'made' - for real, upon which i would bet my next ten years of most healthy life...
But you even have real history here
as i told whatserface Virginia artist 'mover' (moved me and i am persiterly cold most of the time)
shaker paintbrush at them naughty boys!...
In their actual territory...
i knew well Antibes, JLP
and just like here the first 'moment'
i set foot there age nineteen i guess
Immediately " acedia...nothing but their shiny sequin dress
and nothing inside.... run and HIDE
[in the hills... anywhere except smelly Grasse]
but how extraordinary
even then in nineteen sixty five
a sister!
(im am allowed to say as without one smallest scintilla of doubt
on mummy's sider my ancestor's shaggin the 'help'
my summer tanning thank you very much silver linin's
rather than her stupid " 'intergenrational trauma too! look at me!"
"look at me i NEVER ever burn out in the Saudi Arabian midday sun, no hat so i cant be an Englishman [even then age 18]"
every outbred smallest percent maybe by now ....five..?
Perhaps qualifies me to even use that one word he spent three years whippin my fiver percent Kunta Kinte
into chantin...
'my n* word'....
how absurd....
But they wont listen even the so called 'movers'....
There is no better example
in the INNER 'temple' of the slavemasters whitey hunters one and all
they once COULD accept the greatest art ever of all...
she's singing ABOUT them...TArquin louchely in the backrow pimms in hand
even Camilla with a propper spike in her stilletto before she chickened out in favour of the Mortonhampstead or Totnes magic wand
The real rich.... once allowed GREAT art to put a noose around their lank smelly shitstained dicks
and yank it.... hard..... looking him eye to eyepoppin....
genius, 'bulging'.... straight into his xMaster's collection
that's what HE... needed.... to be 'complete'...
at least one valiant fighter!
but what fey failed dads
not one's told their so called artist....daughter
s one and all....
" The Enlightenment was how we allowed you
to at last say your truth....and take it, to us
and win.... "
(DEFINITION! whhat a word "skewering" .... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marriage_A-la-Mode_(Hogarth)
he skerewered.....
am i the only one uneducated ex comprehensive school peasant who KNOWS their job is to skewer.... and it will ALSO make them rich and very famous 250 years on... and is the only hope for their rivers and birds all owned by them rich... who NEED to be skewered.... its all that turns them on! and i dont judge which perversion is more just than another.... you work with facts not famtasy like Tolkein nutjobbery or even worse Gwerkian shamania.... as that one DID know the truth )
Now.... there's nothing worse for you than waking at the perfect day offtertime at .5.50 after nine hours no pills no nothing )(god that womans hour yesertaft just the last five minutes after a splending 20km prowlin her hills....
a new invention " ive got a rare form of being a stupid little bint disease I'm on today to boast about and start a new fakebook group moanin' about called 'non24' [i do believe she said]" ... with her on earworm....
well him in truth....
Even if rap is a rather artless blingy thing there was one bizzzarely earwormy line " history in the making part two.."
....now as i tried to tell the rediculous longhair man... and boy....and boy
atop one of their silly showoff Tors yesters...
" ehh your famous Jenifer just down the road that way... and your boss so called famous guitarist has been if he really didnt want to be 'known' he wouldnt have told you his name.... [there we go its actually bust already you couldnt make it up...but all that matters is a fix on the last day of so called warranty....and i ignored her gibbin lastertext ... thats what you call 'taking control' of all of them Utterly out of it.... ]... well if they weren't old hasbeens they wouldnt be having such a splendid xMAster of his own history, part two, one hopes them.....
....after he ate all the Allegators in public and chucked up their falsie vomit all over them one hopes.... https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c5y08ye0xm2o me i wouldnt sue her though i would immortalise her in a great song or Noonanish book perhaps....
and chuck in a few real silver linings in that one hopes they had an even better xMAstering it all day
Anyway ....
all that really matters is to have seen it - for real how truly thrilling and it continues...
i mean even the mummy of the simply perfect little lass yesteraft with her luncheon down her pullie...
well... her broken down old mini wasn't as old as we thought at first once we got the instruction book out ....and it was the Cooper upchucked souped up version, so....
I mean basically here in ... (god this ai is so thick you oggle "poshest town in surrey" and i am sure every single one of em ear in the-poshest-town-in-surrey-on hill even if they are "interbred" or mummies tit had so much coke around it they were checked into the Priory before Cheltenham ladies...
knows EXACTLY which is the one bit of Surrey belongs in 'comme il faut' and which aint faut at all ....and this is where they do their 'winterings' even if only for a few days before the special drugs wear out that ..
well anyone whom can think in two dimensions knows that the word "drugs" can have many allegorical doubles entendres or may be metaphor for ...it all....
And it 'all' only ever meant.... blessem... they aint got her moves...
dso of course they have to go and get all uppity....class or even TRUE history in the making i saw....
had to be here to see...
If only she knew ... so i made her laugh she said with a Monty link in fact it was this one chosen so Ekhart Tolle fuckin thinking of the other's world rather than his mental deficiancy spaz affliction as you have to throttle peeps into 'listening' over years before they just may, listen for real.... ..... for real
But what i had 'lived experience' of as the bell tolled for exactly ten years on...
was better than ALL of Monty's output put together
As i told the latest splendid new walking companions yesterluncheontime...
...ohh yes i mean Surrey invaded The Marches via poshdad shaggin' around so much he left some evidence of unintended outbreeding in Kensington or even Worcester if he was desperate ... she the first of the new wave twenty years ago (always lied she was from Worcs when it was ken but that doesnt fit in with the healing/yoga/ doubtless by now Cacashit business model....
i saw her - the first, arrive...
And of course i understand..... and she is an equal valid humantoo but on the otherhand...
wait until you read/here/see her chapter blesser but 'twill take some clever writing to even anonymise her (the girl from the song as i would taunt the Punjabber who lied about being half-Pak - he wasnt!) as she aint worth having historically eulogised...
anyway ALL of it as i also saw historically made... with Mrs Churchill on her twenty grander actually becoming Bulldog Brenda part 1.... and the ultimate fashion show ...
i mean i did explain to the thirty year old exactly how alike Helena Bonham-Carter she was in a COMPLIMENTARY way...
She loved so we riffed half an hour about her great movie 55 steps...
about free speech etc...
But it was when i told her Agent Z's analysis of the 25-35 year old cohort ...
my ohh my.... they are inbred to have only one response to a bit of thinking for oneself....
Anyway all that matters nine hours and it never even occurs to me any more "i wounder if anyone has rumbled me having heard the snoring..."
And even the pretend ultra realhippy-bohemian atop one of her stupid Tors... doesnt even know what 'less is more' means... nor "pity those who are more known than others..unless theyre too fat and ugly to get falsies against them as everyone else does..."
As i saw her pick it out from under her fancy four ring wiperblade yesteraft
" ...gosh you're a sight for sore eyes ...i delivered a loveletter for you on your big day.....ahh good you had better things to do that go out poseurin' innit... "
talking of which. at 0720 there was one even today the ultimate virtue sigmnalling in the dark forcing your poor doggie ....even HERE for gods sake in middle of nowhere to go dog'ging with you which is a shortening of dogjogging no dog worth their biscuits would even lick the funparts orf any of 'em round here... theyre so acid lemonflavourede..
....except one
" she..i found her ...on made up virgin birtheve!....you weren't lying ... the one and only hope you old smileything..."
..... that's all it ever is.
Phone in breast pocket during the midwinteringtimes ....not that anyone used it for heartfelt positive affirmations...
A rare run of the snailshell engine everything must be in place before the heat's turned on baby to quote her problemship.
Don't bother reading incoming for two days as you know it will be only ever a pair of sharpened spurs...
And i shall break a habit of a lifetime and seek redress with that one.... as i will not be besmirched. Nor the subject of mass formation nutjobitis...
Discovering over what an Oddessay I'm about the only consistent one - who maintains the same body language noi matter what , never mind sane one..
And i knew i would be ghosted as usual so .....
I saw something historical today
but what sport she was! Do not assume as clearly my ex favourite has. And said so " you will get shot" god what a wonderful one lippy too!But as only one knows, there are two ways of 'seeing' the second not requiring you to even have eyes
And that 'second sight' one.... the last page of ten years on the hunt! I know it is a miracle and litetrary worthy truth far far more thrilling than mere fiction, because there is simply no way on earth i could have imagined-dreamed-predicted THAT was where one would so happily end up, and with that provably real feeling.....exactly ten years on.
....it's ten times better than Leo's best one, his Resurrection, even with the last couple of pages rightly ripped out, and in fact someone showed me the funniest funny in her big one... ...proving i was wrong there is at least one person here in The Source with a real sense of...humour
Now ...all that matters is huddled later on we really did get to the bottom of her little old life-changing, past abyss... " you know by now surely.....it wasn't the denial by him, mister just a bit upper class who denied your beloved future.... that sent you plummeting....it was alive and kicking and now feeling sorry for itself rit large all out there thistermorn....and not one thing has really changed in our lifetimes, even your long one ....class....and thats why your body still complains BODILY ... because you were never quite one of ...them..."
There's a VERY funny vidclip to go with this.... but there's ten more years to get to it, as now i know they will be far more fun than i could have ever imagined... as usual that peky bugger the prob!
And shetoo ....knows how to not fuck off and die despite being given the last rites .... even if a "healer" ....
Actual performance....art... while Marina was still in nappies...
...just when you need your camera at hand to summarise the whole decade
( we regaled
against in perfect harmony)
i know how to get a free one, if it came to.... dot dot dotty
stuff at Mary's cold slab
I'm now only interested in the grande finale
grab
the end of an Oddessay
and all hearsay
the pudding one hundred percent proof
one hundred percent merely on the hoof
next
soon
Indeed it's the whatserface Yankee truth
Lionel Shriver's wise even if a thicko, ten years late
Thisterspring's: "legislated compulsory 'kindness' "
really does end up as discombobulated hate.
Tio be in the place of colourful hats
central, the eve of their Stufffest
Stalin would'v done the world a favour
should have in fact been braver
Gone all the way and done a proper job
cancelled it.
Formally.
In the one place they don't even need them notices
"be kind" to our poor abused and here-to-serve
staff, who love you so much they would work zero hours, for free
" ohh it doesnt seem to be working..."
"yes i told you kindly the strip is bust
the lovely silver lady the other day entered the numbers, you can trust
i've even got the receipt in my empty purse"
Cant even kindly look you in the eyes
... her hearse
Within which theyll matchstick-prop err eyes to some kind of
smile at last,
the ghost of a dead christmas past...
killed off by colourful Hattites
chief among em i really thought would
have understood
why i told her that story
But even better same day
in her 'god' there is no glory
chief bitchy-lanyardist thinks she can piss on our parade
no way.... because when a fine older one,
"centred" and at peace, made
never mind twisted THE story into something, innocent
" no i think he Miss Cocked and t'was an accident... "
Indeed sums up the whole awful little lonely aisle, so inversely
lost and lonely, stuck in a state of terminal Incontinent
Now as the exacetrmoment arrives
All i know is in twenty years Ive had them mine fave chords - a cross between What some Stevie may wear to a Stevie, trhen...and what Rupert's girlfriend bought him to be seen at the huntin...
And i haven't even put on one millimetre around my wast
(the best bit of what a day ... walking by the colourful hattists place.... of duping her, i mean does she think i didn't go ALL the way...all.... )
Anyway yes so all that matters is i know one hundred percent for sure how he did it... Gabe...no not the wan version who took so long to get his hot 'n cold Bathsheba... i mean a real man would have started the fire himself just to see her runnin out in her petticoats, test her flounce and fake fieriness for bucket o wateriness
Forever she will be known as The Lemon-aide... of the real "juice runnin' down" a certain bit of the anatomy....
the actual them one.
And then the Little Miss Flowers for.... well the definition of a 'gentleman' is don't even do THAT mind-fuckery, without consent....
Hmmm having accepted Mister lemon really was the one who junky like could rise above the junk (there is NO way i am ever even listening to only ever goddess, Dawn Upshaw and Katovican Goreckerrs and his sublime third again actually experience - lived, within exactly how the Rupert-James-Tarqs whom forever really do need to be called The Rudis.... and their expensive one-week-a-year red bobble hat's .... have captured classical musac when it suits them to be seen all erudite and High-Court-judgeish... for the crowd....
watching
And their mum's or inlaws...well would they appreciate " aeroplanes are very dangerous things and deprive humanity of peace and quiet i know where it all is..... never mind surely the best ever version of a noisy ....superstition....
I think i shall ordain that is played at the funeral of a pathetic little squirt who never let go .... even tried to false Allegate his way to god only knows what
(they hatED me as i awake much earlier than them....and have a simply pinsharp 29 1/2 inch waist forever ... brutalist...memory..
so as to one day turn all their foibles into odes and 'orribles, that i know will languish in posterity
god mine was svelte perfect yesteraft not even a puff up her underwhelming not very high hills... )
Righty ho not one word more with one of em.... i havent already foraged and abundantly gathered and harvested a fewtoo
Until the unbowdlerised straight up, in your twofaces first edition is ready
or indeed in fact plastix
Now i've seen it all....
stealthily
it is so London preshuss little things its worth a whole handrit poem to celebrate the lovely warm glow.. .
all that matters is i know what shirt brest pockets are dir in wintertimes
"ehhh generalisation is what caused civilisation....some of it... forex in parliament a hundred odd years back someone said if we give them, you... the vote generally we don't think they will go mad with glee and vote only for The Monster Raving Looney party..."
god i got good at it....!
not even that goldfishy gesture from the mouth oxygenating so as to ....argue... just silence, efficient shutthefuckupery silence
...
" oh she [ the fat 70 year old really bad extremely half an hour long with extremely bad trance musac intertwined..poet, with an expensive geometric hairjob and so much bad poetry about her 'long covid', dressed like Ian Drury - a very smart snazzy waistcoat noless... nothing else can she think of to further draw attention to herself, hence] is a 'them'..."
"No the wonderful ONLY HOPE woman i met yesters is a them.... she is indivisible from her fabulously brought up children who met me in the eye immediately i chanced upon them like fairies in the woods and spoke with themtoo.... she immediately i mentioned a zoo back home once said 'listen with me children to him this is interesting' in fact she didn't really need to as for all their chuckin secateurs at each other and agreement with me 'only Londoners think ivy is poisonous let them eat it hahh hahhh.. theyll get bored of it soon enough... if there was a nettle here i would eat it raw to break the ice .'.. they were a total real 'them'ed unit indivisible minds and bodies...and they could read every twitch of her face and vica a versa... as they crawled about in nature and poison ivy...unprotected
"but i value you for admitting, when nobody else will their truth, you dont even care about ...say the dying hungry for Palestine, or anything else... any more...
" so let me ask you living alone here, i often park here a few hrs as its the best winter sun trap.... [ i should have realised, generally even poets living in million plus quid as 'well appointed' as you can get pretend ordinary humble houses... are lying bourgeoisie i mean how do you get the million plus... plus the very expensive lesbian gardening company ive at times befriended, the last month of them there defo a them.... blessem.... stationed there in their VERY clean outdoor dungaree uniform.. strange theyre meant to be working on her lawns and steps and all that...] have you noticed how many people walk along here after a brekky of lotus leaves, and walking round their really dark little very well appointed downshiftee here in your most paradisiacal little lotus garden...castle....so many look so so lonely never mind drawn and wan....i mean they cant all have cancer and 3 mths left thats what it feels like here?"
" gosh yes i really do yes there are so many its quite shocking....."
" good we agree on something real and something that matters at last.... ."
Without any doubt even if this one defective - but then encountering her in pixiehattown well of course she fits the perfect generalisation about fatal NArniac disease... as the over 70s USUALLY have learned how to be real woman at last for the first time and stop trying to be what they never believed in
And this become far more beautiful... and only a pleasure to 'riff' with or josh or banter or even rudely dig.... cos you get 'dug', and digged back even harder whiich is all you want
But the first.... (Randomite in fact mum and lass.....wow to have purest proof there is no hope.... unless the only hope could somehow be cloned, or.... Queen.... or have power and of course as she is a REAL them she knows well she said it " we have a responsibility" ....
now..i need my actual equal and we can mentor her.................. as it would get 'messy' very very soon, in fact immediately, if i did it alone....
And that's called bein a bloody martyr.... which would be only a pleasure meeting one who generally one hundred percent could not be ...arsey... quaint old useful word for precious and decadent as most of em know underneath their planet's fucked as are the kids in a few years
Anyway their problem...
i, duel purpose, did my bit for ten years to the day tomorrow daytime and thats enough forever...
HOWever i'm not some Londoner who would have set out on some quest to an exact preplanned mentally ill precise ocd dull framework or rota like "take a photo of yourself every day for a decade" thats not art its just towny neurotic showing off in the most unimaginative and unsublime way...
me i had no idea i set out one midwinter morn a decade ago ... on anything, for anything...and very often keep saying to myself theres no point no purpose no sanity no manners no propriety ever in this silly land, in perpetual sex war even fatty MCgilchrist just figured that one and tryin' to monetise when it was obvious 20 years ago....thats the only 'art' in any of it.... The Wasteland
(with THEM...sat on their own little island in the ivermectin polluted river that flows...called 'Loads of Flies, on Our Island thank you very much .... the rest of you Lord above all turned into cannibals and ate them all' )
except i have .... given up.... so.... theyll have to beg.
Anyway talk about genius.... not even going over the threshold.... talk about a unique texted xmas gift.... to her fathers 'house'... i didnt think i would but such a best ever walk and weather....
thats all you need 15km a day ....and a reason to take that tougher route...
Anyway yes well who knows all other language-cultures are so complex and take a lifetime....Deda Mraz.... a kind of neutral "grandfather frost" midwinter greeting when i looked it up on my communication phone and now by laptop its not even there for happy thing.....via honk kong this last time most apt ... they silence people there too, bigtime... merely from fear - only of themselves, as always, but.... its been fun
right now the fullest true true version starts....
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FREE VOODOO and moronic old lumps of rock to go shamaniac rubbin yer crotch up against em as youre too wimp to use crotches what theyre invented for,...
audio to accompany by 2000
....and then
what next or maybe something's already happened i havent yet..
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Definite unplanned mathematical equation discovery, yet another, i don't even want...
pondering well not pondering, only one woman ever said to me " i can do that too,,"
(and one man but since he invented that dodgy Witanail Mrs Withnail goes Cruella Devillin ' upon... her very big expensive one)
Now of course i can't because there's an (un)happy home to consider....
BUt talk about not even trying, to awake in the most magnificent pair bond, and beserkeery, deep ruck..... i could smell her hairy one the scent of real woman was so intense..... "fuck the sheep this is whats humans are for darlin'.... except it was silent.... no permissions just make such a maess oj the nice tidied haybales what they were invented fortoo.." i mean that was beyond mere minds eye and subconscious or any consciousness fatty McGilchrist can moan about all year long and forever it seems....
But it was that one short sentence, and the equation, the more S.Ken-Pixie their hat is - i mean compiulsory up here in Source Towers.... or even moreso in the suposedly pauper Towers of even more fancy pixie hats....
the more pixine the immediate response before the words even come out via the 'frequency' 'energy' and pure...
something or other
Is " nope i think its another other way ....and dont 'other' anyone especially me by not agreeing in purest pure pixiness...."
BUt of course, cold very infact....she didn't even have on a hat its what you do NOT see that's so much more interesting...
And there we are having been proved wrong, that there is one left, who actually asks her children to actually 'lean in' to the stories.....oF " how LAura ("I MEAN SHE WAS THE HARMONY HAIRSPRAY BABE AND NO HAIRSPRAY NECESSAY") was maliciously bullyin' by puttin' me on the biggest crazy one and thus all fears dissolved when i had actual purpose in mastering him a bit....to show off to the one previously real one... the hedgebloke as i was sure he was, [found in Foulmouth sidestreets two years ago likely so ill as it had munched some of their discarded drug spliffs probably horse tranq or even fentanuly however you spell that.]...... but i was so wrong when the little hedgelet popped out a month later..and even how to make new real friends over sexualised beastiality jokes which make you laugh rather than the defaulty painted on mask always smiley here...... which takes SO much energy to maintain as a hologram ive never understood why they do it your face is normal... happy sad for real things like the ivermectin bathing sites..."
anyway hmm...of course... "it takes a village to raise a....." or even two... how impossible is that just like that ...i know one fact if we reencouter immediately it will be consultation on some new aspect of nagging from somepone who never for a second ever wished to return to it.... to be even asked a question " and how did you feel after you went clip clop with your new Rose ....first time in a decade and so emotional from the last time being with stolen lass ...?"
to be asked a sequitur question. Is impossible.
So somebody at last in the least likely place in all of Notting Hill-on-the-Hill has earned my loyalty as villager for more than life....
And it was so easy.... just automatic when....you dont have to deal with some fuckin mermaid/pixie/ oops up here its 'selkie', or even fuckin fancy cowboy hat....
never mind they wpouldnt understand, the reason there are NO flies none except that one lonely one a few months ago....
IS all the quite unnecessary....stuff.... amortised over all over the place net effect too many molecules they can't eat even if to quote the twat yestermorn mentioned in last ever sequential audio but a fair few are missing to be fixed soon" they break down into other compounds.." that they still cant eat or worse...
.... cheeky bint.
hmmmm.... she even laughed at " so where i was dragged up by the yeomen, when the men met over a farmin gate for the first time, second sentence would involve sexual relations with the flock ... or herd... ..thats how we made friends!"
now if .....
when.
Well, there's only one song and one version.....
'sprivit... no need to hedge ones bets....
" walk with us up the path..."
Now if one isn't a moron unlike my so called only male friend, you will have listened to the bonus content a day or so ago...
And all the audios except you must be as those i like and thus monitor them stats..
And so few do... or they're a bit 'ot 'n chilly
(god its come back my last missed bit! right discipline man write iot down....its the small things! its like autopilot plus because life meanderin' plus them....is the most absurd impossible 'plus' imaginable )
ohh well your'n lookout....
Anyway even if i was so sincere it's daft tellin' To Miss With Love.... real love as lines and a quiet gaze and expecting her to walk away but a poignant delay - she may think i didn't notice but 'twas as if ever sinew and ungenetic but phenotipic ort is that ypic
respeionse was primed to proppell err aweay
but each time she did stay
and say
something so lovely so long i reckon she had wanted to.
was ready to so ready to go
and then she spoke her spoke in the silly hampster wheel, too...
Anyweay to get all non sequitastious....
lasteraudi
the loquacious
simply fabulous especially the elder non-wild-swimmer
Jane...me Tarzan
I'd like to dip my toe in her again
or her front door at least
... so thing is, take one path into them 'ills....
"come alog with us..."
nope lets fast forward i had to go ave a look
there's an inverse squared, of a fine older one in her prime
having propper let go even if takes em far too many Christmases
maybe about sixty nine
(and we just can't go there....)
but always only ever such a full throated fullest frontal pleasure to chat
no bowed shoulders in MissAprobrium or endless jumpin' down yer fuckin' neck
just for saying something not quite to Big sisse'sm kindergarten playbook
(made in Totness and fifty; quid with free medative scratch 'n sniff)
just stiff
yes back to The Answer theyre always tits out chin up look you brightly in the eye
And FIGHT (not with me, them! 'The MAn' the one from "give it to the man" even the very posh birds have figured by 70 whom is the 'man' and who not... and if s/he is sat outside the hunger-strike cell and wishin they would get the fuck on with it, or not)
Shame they never found out that little trick a decade gone, or so infact two
anyway to seem all ADHD scatterbrains splattered across the wall
oh yes it works when i just type...
she even said " and then there was the ivermectin incident..... several dogs were found dead buy here [yes they will still] and upon
upon, no less
investigation
twas that wormin' toxin gave em a bit more than indigestion
(in the lapped up thirsty dogwaters of about the most picture postcard at about a fiver each scene in the land.... )
But the pure art in her poised grace
and absolutely straight unwrinkled not fake besorrowed face
is that she just gave THE information...
As if we were discussing her shopping list
Anyway back to the audio you havemnt listened to so why on earth are you nosing in here you must be truly mentally ill;
bad news no shrinks left, too many mad peeps in the queue already and they were all shit anyway. cause and effect more people do head in a placcy bag still than any other cause of Dead PArrotin' and i bet most of them went to your fancy Debotty 'method' London shrink
Anyway whats the truly important thing in an important day...
The inverse squared, i had to go and see.
And its worse than i had ion my quite decent mind imagined... in fact i couldnt't imagine, a horor movie where really old hags with absolutely no glint ion their eye from giving anything real to the man (for decades) ....dress up and put hats on....when she walked in with her hat it really was as if one had been teleported straight to some yuppie party in Kensington in 1984 ...except for 35somethings, who still at 75 somethings nearly 80 think they may look nineteen if they layer on the whitestuff and wear some Ken MArket fancy hat ...i would never have imagined this coul still exist...
But i'm not stupid...i know it more than exists it is.... the power....
But who would want one millijoule when....
you discover you were in fact, wrong, so totally 100% wrong: (" i just wouldnt want to be around any children these days i recently concluded its just ..". dot dot dot fill in later)
" well that one she's one of them that's going to either end up PM or in [whisperin' in her ear] gaol..."
" i think far more likely the latter.."
i mean bloody hell even has a sens of humour! its not possible for an ultra-yum, i mean superultra.... to ave one of them!
(oh yes the ...damn it the umm.... the silly man who stood his ground "theres hope you know" who is the exact inverse of ANY hope.... as his whole generation never di a thing except say "you have to have hope" ...)
