(get out my automprompt scribbled on a typewriter key...
who would have thought that one was the one to... [censored]...
because we can only tell any story as it pertains, to me...)
so what was the first, hmmmmm...
you gotta have the energy tune on loud to assist..
helping disease long ago
we knew
so, the end.
Without a doubt
twenty years ago Paulo's holocuast in his Sat Down and wept
Jesus...the end.
Never mind wrong with all his " off on yer pilgrimage / journey
latterday version 'retreat' or even 'Sanctuary'.
Biggest load of dangerous tosh ever
Notably passed on via her one-book-only reading list
She forgot to tell her actual truth
(as did her so called very good 'mate')
All those 'festivals' and other journies
a diversion from the fact that she couldn't even mention
" ehhh.. well not to long ago i was headfucked via the grape or other
new soporific invention..."
free world to imbibe what you like
But... when it had hurt her so badly in the recent past
And a man with his kid, in tow,
well ... would have been 'human' in fact all this space caddestist crap
if only they could talk simple ' humanist'...
Back to part one.
Of a random meander .. ended on the 'pilgrim's path
twenty years ago Miss Lead...
she may as well have been drinkin' half a bottle of that too...
But him in fact that evening hinting some past hiatus
(oooh my fave reclaimed word)
As they do these big shaven head men
king of the cop
Expensive four wheel drive machinery
Mister dependable and her sane pit stop
But why didn't he tell me that would be humanist
He hinted
recent past right royal discombobulation
As if performing i know she let me see but you Mister Newman
let's see if she remains on the waggon.. or returns, you both to her compulsions and excruciation.
Right time to ...
Even if poetry is above all to headfuck
As the new genius knew and a whole audience knew
And thus no more we are better but in fact she is better
Siouxsi Soux
The perfect allegorical metaphor
between the lines for almost everywhere
Not my problem.
All i know how absolutely wonderful.
(as said i nearly forgot who to)
"Every one of my past acquaintances English men have spoken in fact jousrted almost to the death
their version of 'Europe' from their interweb of
well it isn't 'lies and deceit' its merely a fantasy.
Made up by folk who have neither worked, lived, befriended, loved, or even one night standed
All over it for two decades.
And payed attention the last two decades stuck here.
Above all - i cannot even recall is this shared yet: 07 or 08 ish..
when every single campfire chat with English
" you cannot generalise"
The ultimate anti-Enlightenment metoo my poor little bubble of bullshit very damaging nonsense
That became even more a bubble of " and if you do you are really really warped and to be attacked the second you even huint
At some universal observable trait or ..habit.
The Frenchwoman on The Track thisteraug:
" so... i had taken in just a sense that France was losing its way
maybe a decade ago... you can see it in arthouse cinema and even politics
.. even if i know Macron is merely Paris
and him even sticking one toe
on the road Toulouse to Pau...
The Pyrenean mountain dogs would be let loose
" technocrats not just unwelcome here,
will never dictate who we will be
one more step and it's The Valle de Aspe up your retentive little rear entry
And that's merely to tempt Des Ourses...
to tear off your head for tea"
Anyway ... " so i know it was wavering in your gaff how is it now..?"
(to the gorgeous silver haired one photo'd here August earlyish i do recall)
Had this been some fayre English there would have been immediate retaliatory
As if every smallest opinion or observation a bees nest deliberately stuck under their skirt
in violation of you cannot even think that it hurts
The fine Frog: " yes... it was a winding tortuous track for a while but i thinkthe CULTURE is coming back around and leading us forward ok, now.. simpler values...and actual values.. and my homeland feels like yes that of Intouchables once more.. find and DO positive out of hurt and confusion..... i think there is hope.,,,"
No hope of hearing that here so The Track ... is my god.
All summer. Spring too.
But then bugger me.
Cos the only thing that is 'god' is truth
But spoken with some 'authority'
(both have a smell i have finest senses honed
expert.. experience...lived and..learned)
(but how come i diidn't know about this lot
there's hope for humanist humanity if
utterly genius... blessem even if my many year calling;
work..unpaid.... was to have avoided them even existing)
So yes pilgrimage to a truthful person who can add in enough story me attempting to keep it short
all my last twenty years 'listening' - perfectly - i could repeat her every word,
to the distraught
An ENGLISHwoman who believes in herself
and deploying superb energy
expresses real authority.
About what matters - not Prechtel and co.'s made up
"indigeniosity" (google cannot spell nor can I but it offers only 'indigestion', ergo)
so so much easier to 'care' about people over the ocean
Than those in the boat next door fuckin' up kids or some other fatal inconsistency.
So the meaning of life is merely meander randomly bored on a Sundayaft along any old track
And in the last place on earth you would expect to find such a gorgeous burning bush ..of truthful authority
Even if they hurt her
Is where she..IS.
She just is that's all that matters i guess.
So yes did i do errata " i think it may have been Bobbin at the disco that got you into this pickle in the first place"? I cannot remember i guess none of them can read any more so it matters not..
Even if one thing i know...just cos NOW reading may have been disco'd out of fashion
Even The Orangeman returned for another round..
..ohh here it is...
"that's not what they said about Srebrenica.... [ even if Croatia started it!!}"
"starmer today..."
