" phd in Geographical intimacy"
guaranteed to be a fraud in that i have lived since age 10 extremist geographical intamicy which comes down to nowhere else as a teen to get to 3rd base other than a perfect old haybarn with freshly mown hay, piled all around...or the bracken, and kmow wallowing im fresh steamy manure is as interesting and real-earthy gaia worship as .... nothing any ' green' sells for prophet....
and without any doubt whatsoever ( a few grownups chime) Foulmouth Polly... i mean the so called' university' will be as dire as UWE churning out mental cabbages, as it clearly is, and one is allowed to say in that even Starkey a few years ago - top prof of real universities stated " dont go to a Brit uni, not even my sex aid, that frisson thrill of Oxbridge.. Brideshead still pulsing though my veins... [ who never even heard of Bernhard the greatest fabulous writer of real books and purest wordsmith poet]"
just a random page, her poems just go down my spine,
barrel roll
around my whole endochrine, and as yet unknowable
other systems, extant...in any old body.
in that best possible ..sublime...way .
i dont under
stand!!
