of the phone so dumb it cannot even play all the music
In that
cliff walking ( interview with a " gee wizz.. i saw your oldie silver grey flowing hair a km away .... blowin in the wind ..... do you know just how sexy it is!! ... ..!??"
she does a gig and headbangs it around as if a happy pony tale that didnt get chopped off for my only valentine ever.. see post a week ago the 'valentine' waffle..
" say that again mister!!!! :-) :-) "
" only if you do that lool again Missus.... for my camera." ...)
( i got it now, really... i realised what they do NOT ever say
essay another day)
But sometimes Sunday afternoon ( 1500-1700pm) i put on my 40 quid sony rebuilt headphones, and even if i fixed them so they work BETTER than before..... clamped against my balding bonce far more effectively than the original hipster fool design .. no sound can escape
And using the FM RADIO... function
sounds of 70s...
On comes another of the greats, our alcie Elkie...
( more i think and expetience folk, the true mind fucking poison that really does also subdue real creativity... the get up, and liminal flow type... we need )
..Your stupid little genocidal screen, that kills all human connection
well, it sure got caught with its pants down so starkly.. me happily Heathclifging the cliffs after such a wonderful encounter...
Because you cannot hear if you click on that link, the actual song Elkie sung...
Be ing there is SO so much more to her
or anyone
in good old fashioned analogue its a totally different full song that fills you up
that the digital version strips out so it can
fit in your stupid pocket and in their cheap cheap cut back signal and masts
3/4 of the song is thrown away and slimmed down to nothing, to bring it to you via these venemous slimming devices
meanwhile back on my far too full life of nothing happens, i keep encountering "birds" who didnt tear up the blueprint, to spite .. what? whom? .. the simple blueprint, laying out as we have known from at least 1975ish, about how to Be a real " human,"
this shouldnt Be
I need only oblivion and
entropy
