So, years of them, but it all came to a great big nothing, of them....

 by a year ago.

The shabby men.

By 'men' i mean those who work with their hands, away from tourists; and as i have absolutely nothing to do with the internet  - because i haven't met any man lost to it for years... and t'was obvious one had to back out and read REAL books (none ever do), no male i knew belongs here....

 

So a rather curious one of them, men.

Supposed  world class 'intellectual' ...so interesting just how one dimensional (i have my notes, i use them, too) but at least he did give a deep and meaningful chiming, 

ahh there it is...

fifteenth this month




And once again 
But thus time living it myself, as refrain " truly a hard thing to be, in some other language which one doesn't know propper as i wasn't born to it...."
The limited [yank] famous intellectual " my regret is i never learned the original language ALL the way as i have bee told that in it's original form  - that became the basis of almost all modern Be-ing -  all whom Be... via stories and mythtelling ...it is entirely different - our shitty translators were only ever able to give us a poem about a poem, never the actual poem...." and as words are, all ... despite the fairies playing with the strings in the background especially latterday games of crossing all strings always since that fuckwittery of the modern transcendental (and then any 'metaphysical')  'education' spread the lands like cyclops on steroids, desperately in need of mountainloads of more more gold
 to buy 
more steroids....
which basically in a figurative way sums up everything, except me...
the situation seems
to Be



So, in short.... though metaphysics means not inly believing it means actually always believing, once you believe for sure....
And good old Homer had 'faith' in his writing being eternal.... as is stuckness cant and vanity, and why not play with words to make his point, he believes in....
And seemingly forever now so badly brought up men that they must play rap music quite loudly in a library, and the badly bought up others don't even notice....
it's a crime against humanity


Which even Mister Nobbs who 


found just last week - i had no idea it was even from a book

tried so brilliantly to extend all the way into madness to come, could never have guessed quite how revolutionary the madness would become


All sounding gobbledygook, but then when these men build such dire machinery such that two reasonably well looked after laptops both are almost unusable within a year of purchase (oops, cannot lie, freebie due the gloriosity of 2020 and the unanswered,  phone that rang in the bicycle front basket cycling the lanes back then, so many km after so many km...  

Maybe this one overheats?...