And am empowered by having NUTHIN'.. ever
no life at all.... but every day i just
may
unfinished sentences: Moyes' man off to Zurich by mummy's learjet...
Far more important (interview a decade ago with the drug guzzling ageing Town crier of HAy who worked in oldies home..."so what to the older ones say is the key to their far longer life.."?
To my amazement " they all say turnin' their arthiritic necks around as far as they can to look me in the eye with their sharp focused and glassy with pain or seditious joy... .. or shoulder if that's as far as it'll go... ' fight the BASTARDS until the bitter end... ' "
plus more bits if a remember, merely in limbo awaiting orders...
likely to never come as they mean theytoo may have to scrap just a little.. and i guess it dulls the nail polish...
the definition of: bourgeois construct... you die early from
as sure as ferrits are ferrits...
