almost ' eureka' sat in the sun
in one sentence, nearly
1990ish i first encountered it ..landloping....if bored:
the expensive parts of London where obvious ex junkies who could just about manage a painted on smile ...often layers of foundation to cover the bruises ... Fulham the posh end... ' new age' expendive shops... and the iccadional practitioner one would overhear in overpriced cafes if S Ken...
i knew then, leave! this will not go well...they were such obvious seedy ashramite fakes...
years on, now... so often hearing the ' l' word... they pimp endlrssly "love" every other eotd of their sha by fake sales pitch...
Billy Rowan their crowdfunder prince, whom pimps his pisspot for songwriting help, ' share your love' .. so he can write more ' save the planet' crap songs, he can ' only' write in a losmond in Bali.... the cash goes on ...the twitter " i am sharing the love with you...from my songwriting hammock in Bali.... .i love you all"
And even worse versions of default ' love' at every gathering of more than one painted-pink Doc Martin boot... ( midsummer, when sandals would do, thus saving their mother earths resources)
what they did is actually steal, the genuine love
i know what it is. There is some of that stuff in most lives, sometimes at least
They only cheapen, confuse, steal, devalue, and sadly always pervert it ...the greatest force in the universe, perhaps...the real love..... via their fraudulent endless Gladtonury fake festival sales pitch to make them seem.... loveable? ... or just a bit human when theyre merely selling rancid snake oil snd shit music.....i've had to tollerate far too long....
