I don't understand it - any of it...
'All and nothing', but magnificent rare "birds" groomed and bolstered in their genuine inner core of resistance
But none ever follow through, ever.
And although the last six months is about dozens of absolutely perfect saudade-Europeans, many a long chat.. their expressions when one questions nicely, on a hill way away from anyone else...as walkers honour each others' maturity... " so does your teen have friends whom speak of false allies, self harm, really horrid chemicals being guzzled at Porthleven car park for example., from about 15... by the horsebox load..of horsie tranq.. [ and do YOUR MEN advise them maturely of the number one lifesaver: "get them from safe sources...fentanyl'ss a commin'.. having laid waste to many in USA... just 3 microgrammes in a spliff never mind horsebox load of ketamine up yer bum.... instant death" as none seem able to do here in this kidult kingdom of nothing], pandemic of mental health 'issues', and then all this so called gender, confusion... " ? the expression is a Mona Lisa innocent look of not having bitten any of those bobbing apples.. that are here..all over this land...
A superb personal quest to turn many interviews all obviously unstaged into..a real record. Of reality...
(in preparation for asylum application i aint payin' a ton of gold for a new passport..with HIS name on it.... xxx add in photo)
Now, NOT copyright me: as the angels helped out... relistening to LA Vinnagrette and her mum.
It is even better than my magnificent memory gave us credit for....we three...
Literally created a whole Oscar winnin' several scenes just like that ... on The Track..
The imagery so perfect... Nomadland in reverse and the heroine won, 100% ...you can hear it in her voice, mum's too...
Except its about a duell between two cleaning ladies - her and I.. to be the purest of all... i think it is a draw.
But only one can have a preview, and offer of it all... no fees, nothing....no work, the whole of it is in one 30 minute conversation....it MUST be done...
Even pukka in that mum " ehh and all of UK blokes terrified of false arrest for what we may say.[ to the opposite side, in this tragic war between the two 96.7% majority sexes..]." Mrs Surrey sergeant major's mum, in blustery back straight nuance " yes ...and my 40 year old son is finding that out for himself .. hear hear my man!" but forget that i just laugh and write poetry about them all... but talk about 'on message' topic and an unimpeachable perfect (she could be warped and glossed over and painted as 'vulnerable' for BAFTA compliance.. ) character .. Mrs "sanitary technician" god she made me laugh!!! who fucks the rich faking her use of household chemicals in her job... to save HER body....
(her bod kang made the jesture of it all seeping into her)
But theres more
Indeed two whole movies in that one 30 min
I had forgotten.. the second one mine...
As i did it.
But no one must know. As i like it here..if i must stay in this sceptic aisle...
But there is mmore...a real tragedy..over the wires this morn - from my only one allowed to be onlyndigital...
And she sent me pictures hanging in the RA...
But her words, any othert woman would have turned it into a Womans' Hour moan...
Her i have to show.
Despite her being civilian and i know EXACTLY where the line is...
At last, a simply perfect 41 year old role model for my daughter...
In her last few months.
One necessarily in the whorespitttle... following the greatest loss there is...
But that is a real "human" mong... my private nonlife... i deserve. A true soul. I know no others.
Though all are welcome.
Methodical the movie, soon, maybe this aft... but one last job to do - the ultimate - interfering with an oldschool man's pride...
That never usually works. For his own good.
Actual 'community' is sadly...fighting.. for their own benefit. That is already done.. the job, now.
