With a name like that, and knowing whom to model herself on; or is it he / she / it's modellling job,..
.....a bit ( they must find a new way of barking of course)
No label matters.... Nor colour of hair or anything else. I know a knavish look when i see one..a real one...... that may require the world to fasten their ( is that singular or the whole if, it?) corporate safety belts if s/he gets where they even with that hair ever want.... to Be...
And she knew it when i yold her of ( Bruces) Sophie
The meaning of, authentic
To be even better than the one whom could have dealt with all the nonsense just by showing up.... prove:
". its the rest if you ..the 'others' that need help ..i am greatest role model of last century...for the RIGHT reasons.....being authentic, all the way...."
maybe....she has it in her...if they dont ruin
what superior cheekiness she already has...
i can only sprinkle the lightest flakes of it on my lingo... snow rain or pretend sunshine lovers...or .... only hate comes ones way. In a one dimensional almost universal state of mind.
The funny thing is, here ... geolocation: this place, it is the body which is the problem. Mine...
Reasonably bouncy - very compared to most; no limp, shoulders and back: good upright posture... a fairly quick smile and same size waist as when i was 18 but no obvious signs of druggie gauntness on a leathery face
I know! i am not stupid, i get noticed...
And slowly but surely over the weeks the bullnecked, beer bellied, limping and lumpen... never mind tattooed.... especially the salmon trousered council-connected business manager brigade....
they have noticed me and there is nothing they hate more than someone who is
not them...
especially if they hear one may have DONE something in the past... or speak with their younger people like equals.... and encourage them to take part..... almost all parochial places so actively act to stop any young owrson even being on a town council..... average age 60 maybe older, for a REASON... they caused it to be just so.
danger time ...time to ramble on...