weirdly maybe it is her... was her.... the most extraordinary librarian ever.... and her harassing me into carrying on speaking with her as we put ALL the world to rights ...
In her presence my better laptop - dead for some time, meaning the usual clever dick words smarmy weasel come up " scan the hard drive it MAY take an hour for us to analyse it, ehhup guys have a nice day...we love you"
well if they loved anyone they wouldnt only lie about their awful technology
(the youth OF COURSE know you can trust NO words ever....so dont blame the yoof)
In her presence it came back to life.
I return the next day she gone to Japland....she not there with her wonderful (Yorkshire " i know what you mean but i can get away with saying ANYthing.... i tell it like it is - warts and a spade is a spade, and all, yes i understand a man cannot have such freedom" a perfect definition of actual sexism and trauma all us poor men must endure ) aura ... without her mystical loely aura vibrating with true HUMANITY and lovely laughing at it all .[even if she hadn't even heard of Bernard so evaded potentially being taken as hostage]...it blue screens half way though writing a biggie
Of course these terms 'blue screen of death' just make it - life....all worse... because the vibration of words matters more than anything.... i gradually have developed a personal masterclass on...
waste of time they are terrified of any face to face of course except the HL ...
And none can remember any words of another, being they all have butterflyitis...caused by their 'technology' and also other things like Tolle....
.....i remember them....ALL....'NOW' still...
