...
achtung
zaustaviti.....
.... At least for once i learned something ..
" so all the rubbish, never mind as your dad say's,
" .'turds' floating off your Kentish sea.... heretoo.. sorry yo spoil your week...
"they say off their rubbish internet German industry and finance is High Illuminati.... i knew 40 years ago, untrue,
and the one most balanced peeps in all the EU...
one could have a chat even then with German young men ' you lot are always do wonderful.... deep thihinking, real " human" ... learned your lesson so to speak..'
but tell me the REAL terms and conditions working for big Chain... wow a real job.... [ " big muvvas, to small special precious links"]...
I know that Germolaw requires workers to be on the board...and in effect restricts the paygap, top to bottom.... i trust you ... what is your daily, uk subsidiary, truth...?"
" 180 year we are established, above all even the 4 family members on the board... only ever, to their serfs, honourable, and above all, fair.."
I should have photo journalised
But i have
aud
io
Two gathered at a rusty barnacled ancient ironwork stave. ....
turninh it with their toes
One in wellies with a cut
The other bling-o-bootees , expensive studded leather, freshly cut
" bet thats off a ship..like my last region, the bling originating from trading the slaves..."
Half an hour in, in comes dad...
( " whats she up to laughin over there with
manky old crusty, has she gone mad?!")
blahh blahh ' turds'
" its just as bad here.... listen i know i can say this to you....
... and my fave song, maybe ever, about a babe who loved the red hair dye.... your thatch, my god thats a new kind of ultrared you could see from the red planet .. ... but i know you wont take this personally... simple truth... 50 years ago... 100... a the sceptic tanks, drains... were created for a people whom would have only two or three chemicals on their bathroom shelf.... and at that were as thrifty with them, as if each grain were their last crumb of Auschwitz brekky bread...
" But... now... you know ... dozens, hundreds...just yours . ... even here on
holiday.... "
" lass... he's not wrong you know...."
A fine Krautemployed...woman... means, her knowing smile....
Good for me.
It is no pleasure in any way having let go such that
... i know now, in only one, exactly that ....
Their superwoman, supermodel, ' superpower'.. as we stood in the dusk...
Preparing as if for Mars....
laser erase
her
evers slightest trace of facial "human" hair....
Not one mollecule out of place
An only machine engineered
perfect android
face
And every fold and fabric
Exactly in shopping catalogue, photoshot, place
But
" hark whats this fucker doin chatting up my ' bird'... and.. they stand and stare... soulfully... bugger's..
winnin?!"
Over comes Tom-Paul from a catalogue, too...
tweeds and aristo-hipsterish beardy perfection ..
leather man bag accessorised .. that firm bigmanchild
stroll in our direction.
" lass...and her dad... now, on my side...
seaside
fucked... so shut the fuck up... no tourist confected pleasantry...
she said you like real history...
so tell me something real
not Merm confected theme park pleasentry...!"
only five minutes a
jealous Tom
tamed and my will Be done
" wow that reall IS interesting..... shut the fuck up about ' druids' ... i had to live 25 years of that theme park nonsense ...there is literally one fragment in a roman poem from abput made-up-sky fairie zjesus times, which once only uses the ' d' word in a vague and non descript way... totally imperceptable. . centuries later its pinched by some charlatan and turned into the badis of a whole modern day Merm ' religion'... i know how it ends... 2009 mumy lass an i in our near Hay high hills, rescued a young Irish van woman on the run from Glasto, where the ' druids' had drugged her and used her as sex slave a whole year.... i believe her druid tale....
wow.... how perfect
nothing personal.... y'all so so so of the town.... every fibre on your backs in
towny perfect
"look at me"
even stood here dusk at a pretty wild, well aside .. nondescript
sea
... so that is what 'pagan' meant
Cityside Romans ..
decadent
they wouldnt know, their cliff edge just over there
But not townies- all the rest,
Napoleon in rags, to humble flower harvesters
we... were simply to them
The Pagan
pagan just meant and was used as a degiratory term, for not townies
how wonderful!
hahhh hahhhh ... now i
understand....all
every single word of the ' nature' ' spiritual' ...con
merely a monetisation, of what 2000 years ago was a rather cheeky ' fuck off hobo, and we have the armour, so dont come back.. except to sell us carrots and honey ..in the farmers markets... on our terms'
the whole shaman, ' wise woman' 2000 year old bullshit thing...
just, as usual,
from poor esteem
Be ing
their
the bossclass's, underdog....
A true high class man,
especially if only ever performative, merely because i nowadays can
chat up even the solo beauty on a no-one-else beach....
But there never was never any point....
every smallest whisp of " human"
every atomised ... plucked, or done with bleach
Plastic Barbie, won!
How dare Oscar honour the radiation doommonger man
Bleach does as good a sterilising job as plutonium, and comes in a much cheaper little can
And she even did look back
i gonna hunt down that Nonny...
Mumford junior, paid for by hedgefund dad....
All these juniors....
That new key change half way through ' if her hair was still red.....
a " dm me for change"
out of the blue
random miscality in genius which no son of bigot, Gwerk or any other performative poor beach bitch
coukd ever understand
new... real change.. chuck as much of your old self away as possible ... but keep yer roots... and it will be healthier, no man made chemicals or Mer-made... magpieing...ideas
( " but did YOU know mister.... all these silly sky fairie days
... Piran pasty day last week.... three hundred years ago... there were dozens... may Be 50 or 60 in an average year.... but it eas all fake... itwas the way the wily paganpeasantry negotiated with their feudal landownin lords... ' me lud... saintSerbia day next week dont forget.. .. . we shant be at harvest that day.... and if thine want some vit'ls with us 'umble religious mad peasants at our alter... and maybe even
a handful of organic
goose
a fair made or two....
after 'sacred' cider, or three
even the prettiest become a bit more easy
you
know where we'll Be...."
almost every week a ' religious' shaman nonsense... ' festival' .. making the wirking week on average not even 5 days
indenture
no one dare deny, or else...
its called a white lie
for
mutual benefit
poor modernday Merms
and their pay-gun ... market stalls...
" you will live forever or judt Be like me if you buy this magical potion or smelly river Dee ..tox"
Actually do seem to Be leave, what the wise savvy original rjral peeps
knew a wonderful rather succeszful, ponzi
game
