poetically exhaled: " ohhhhhhh... "
high pitch hard o ...ohhh.
On my notepad maybe even longer ago
than twenty years ago
I wrote "intermittent fault - it's all now just about them..." and then we have a decade or more of that being figurative, about everyone, too...
But damn me world record i spent a morning yestermorn at this bastard " boot from bios " or boot safe mode " or boot Mickeysoft or Dell up their bum in a pacifistic kind of non violent way, it would NOT work...
And today, just when i don't have a quiet socket
It does
And that was just when, the last hour landlopoing around the quiet town...
thoughtbubble: " no i just cannot do this any more .... the damn libraries are so rediculousy noisy, even my new fantastic betterthan original fixed headphoes don't keep out the absolute neurotic madness.... cafes no way as ALL everyone ever talks about for three years and it continues as i may not have been much good at t say 15 years aback..... but i listen like a high fidelity exact copying device, espesh the last three years to their bloody moanin' ots endless every natter and chatter about their health...
its orrid
ots death
no wonder no one writes ANY good books any more and we NEED the red fingered "bird" book and ten....
more like em a few more pages than 16 ....
if i can anyone
can
and fuck all your "trauma" and assuming....
I have to look at that traumatic image at least once a day.... on the run from their lies belle-eying their...
And if my grandad were shot in the head by a nazi i would celebrate every day his goodness, or something....
All head in the sand turns you into a fat chemical-smelly sunglass wearing plastic addicted tourist who cannot go anywhere near her holidays without spending ALL day with his head in the device (thats a point you can hardly be done for Miss Oh Jenny do the cleaning bless yer.... [heard here 3 months back a disgrace] when 'his' and 'her' could mean anything!
listen, i have .... perfectly. And no more
