the hard word. because it is true...
Quite a 'thing'...and hard to change...
i change back...
time for all he other schemes to close... cut off all time wasters. Even Mrs 'Narrator' - she had a sacking note today.
A society utterly stuck. Be free of it all.
Now... 'class'. I spy an almost new class. I met my third one today. And what a day. and hour we spoke like conspirators over the wifi in the evil place)
She told her story:
i can only hint as there are lines and she will be known... with
looks like Ms Knightly
the student of fashion design.
" My Foulmouth uni...
A few years ago they went all 'body positive'...
but this years catwalk...i noticed and despaired
the short list for who is going down the end of year tramway...
a selection of types heathy, fresh air faces... average build...
put forward into short list
but 'CHANGE'
dont be thick
almost every single one selected: waif junky psycho look.
SICK!
this fashion' industry ...even utra woke, here...
As dishonest as the suggestion that all British nurses can only ever
do no harm... "
"love... this is what you do: Norway... easiest way out, and back in to the post Enlightenment
find a bloke there....onto the boat.. ' welcome madam, papers, and you have a Norwegian boyfriend, please fill in this permit...to stay...no questions asked...no we dont need to see your bank details...here we value ..relationships...good luck, i hope it works'..."
BUt there is this extraordinary class - the youth of the incomer .. born and bred to THEM... not of here no way (" my mum did the London thing...but wised up")... i have met so many extraordinary youth...must be something about the sea and cliff walks... i doubt, no i dont doubt, not the schooling... quite unique. And because every single one has the genuine understanding - as soon as they possibly can ...get the fuck out of this mad aisle....for good.
Only the arrogant will be left behind...in one simplest sentence.
