The real, list ...sssss
happiness is not a warm gun as some liar ownchildignoring, hypocrite from Liverpool sang
it is a from first word
Pained, but only painfully honest " bird".
Whom on fact outdoes
" Britain should Be in The Hague queue... before Serbia" even if i am loyal, and tell all of my many many random clifftop encounters this gorgeous statement, as opening salvo ... the story of
with themtoo...
As she said a little
lateron
of th'aft
yesters
Sat in her oldish van, ladders on the roof
Reading her book, i saw the cover... " summit or uvva 'abuse' "
Ignore.
" haihh hahhh....
im glad i came to chat with you
You are one, too..
An oligarcs' shitpipe builder, funnel off their prozac poo. .
hahhh hahh just like the fatty mong...
him and i, alone know the poetical power of song....
even if in his case it caused him the once great brown hope, to merely don Che tshirts and DO
nowt...
at least he never put powders up his snout
Even the ' chretiens' down here, did....
.... but you, at last...
a woman of only truth
... bit dont Be sad old 'bird' ...Here with me on the cliff
I call it Thelm'nLou number two....
You alone i totally one hundred percent trust....
Now i weaseled out
the true words... why your soul seems bust
metoo
mine not, but the same ' insight' ...
i Just laugh at it all and some of it try to write
'16 ' 17 ... even Mogach came to town
rural lifestyle to assuage her city frown
...i have a picture if her jaw dropped at the throne of some silly
make-up-plastered-on carnival 'beauty queen'
errata, trowelled
straight out of a
con
crete mixer...
Forget all that... backwards anti progress, hypocretian fuckin
whatever earns... them nothing
authentic or ever constant
'17..'18... my little buildin lite and fence restoring jobs....
Every single one... 75% the 'woman' of the 'house'
in charge, him still sneakin' off to towny hedge fundin' between sessions down the ...matrix
Domine... wheltin his arse with expensive stix
Nothing to do with me i would tell them
10 quid an hour to rebuild your gateposts
fifty to Be soundboard to your silly towny psychodramatic boasts
( you live HERE! middle of nowhere, anything other than how to live here, year in and out, in NOTHING is to me but a boast)
But even ten quid...
many a time in my little on the job protection recorder
[ she smiled, a conspiratorial one "yes we had to do so, too... even here in Mermparadise, end of the Cornry defaced, sceptic old toe"]
she, would regale weeks into the job. " oh how great ... you're a real careful warrior to my land, sheds 'n fences, not some pissheadpistaking slob... in my records"
( their fenceposts i would do, over a sunny week, three coats of bitumen, i couldnt care less about them, but pride in the job)
... but always
And it got so much worse 2020 and on
These million quid equity ' beautiful' babes
The last few weeks.. or days... my daywage would go 'wrong'
like ...as if they needed to play some sick towny girly game.... . to show who they are
Wonky Dominatrix ...'even here' i spent years singin' to myself... walking the hills.... days..
In the wrong place, as the rural folk had rule number one, pay your day labourer, no matter what else, done...
he may have goosed your bum in the pub, weekend gone...
nope the land, is labour, and it gets paid for, feelings...or none"
" d'you... know years.. and years... for us ..yep, Just the same...."
" well i hope you have a little nest egg to end your days... chirping more happily, and forget their sick ways... but know too, they won, they are now society,
only..
salt of the earth
you Be as you say,
but seller of nothing, their wonky game
and we lost, they own bed of flowers, weirdosex, and all a board"
" ... no, not really... little to show, for years diggin' their sewers, cementing their walls...
our policy, our way was show them quite clearly, the paperwork, bills transparency- we never even stuck on a slice,
builders premium
per bag of cement, upping 'net' price...
but the thing that hurts... probably forever will... make me feel abused, almost ill...
Fair price, no fiddlin... these 'beautiful people' .. and
you make me smile, Mermaid " birds"
as they flocked down here, from London in herds
The lack of kindly 'community' ...
so rarely meaningful, thanks...
even to me a woman, whos simplest ideal rural artisan builder life,
over lifestyle colour suplement...
one and all, these so called earthy 'sisters', lustily wanks..."
"... tatty bye, really really great to meet you... i knew all this, but you end my chronicle- a spade's a cheaply treated, theyre just cheap... all white only, porcelain, spades
and thats that...
... if you can keep the body goin' me now 10km each day.... we know we did our authentic best....
that i know is best Just step in front of step
energy,
not her instagram sales pitch sort,
but the real stuff- powering on via authenticity ...and that's free..."
