Ralph Schism: Well, well, well.... a miracle....

So, they have had their training...

When you are...one is..

The only person ever whom, upon breedin'

"gives back" to the so called 'authority' your license

to fly the 'beautiful people' aroiund

even St Barts Carribbean

one of the very few in the world licensed to fly in

my actual job....

one of only five white trash livin' next door on an Isle of 30,000 ex slaves

flyin' their one 'puddle jumper' to gettem out to Paradise

When you are the only one ever in the world to

(my ohh my the Britolish have no sense of nuance left ever never mind shortcut figures of speech)

not waste a quid on the stamp sending it back

But ceasing ever to use again a professional license

cos its not compatible with the future of one's ectoplasm then

TWenty seven years ago then

never mind, take it from moi

the 'Beautiful People' of

St B.. Saint Trop.... never mind Monaco and even more off-the-coast LA Roch.. (elle)

Are uglier than even the lowest down tramp of

St A...

(which really is orrid')

Indeed only Stevie sums up both ends of their filthiness

(and if they had bred somehow, well... the English feyboy junkies wouldn't have had a hope)

Now...i just knew.... it was 100% an anti-liberation last day on duty ever

There was no way....

The true 'secret weapon'

Stealth....

Because stealth is all one has in the face of every showoff ever came to parade and ponce

South West .... and MArchin' up into my last (she loved my "territory") ..

There is only one i have ever met whom really knows what 'small space' livin' is for

And.... we shall see.

But before you become Frances Ford ... you have to know exactly whom your audience, should become, too... and i met the template.

So now soon its time to go back

To that first Paradise....

100 days of unbroken sunshine from March the fifteenth in the year the BBC won't ever stop mining for self pity and sensetivity

ever

by the sounds of it

"theres a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle.."

from

the namesong

(bearing her Big jugs on the beach, all nice and splendid, until as usual " from Dickens?" .".. no thanks utter weird homo compared to Stendhal ...i am EUROPEAN).. from real internationalist poetry which all comes from Rimbaud and JAmes Joyce who actually found his craft whist livin' in PAris.."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQQ7F67sYi0&ab_channel=BobDylanVEVO

Britolin the cuntry where a decade ago you can say to your bestie - a mature incommer to Hay-on-Wye from SA... dosh, church 'elder' ... " look if i keel over and theres no one at my funeral wjhich is fine by me i never met anyone worth invitin' but maybe you....you tell her ...all was ok and dad had some fun never mind became rather good at his 'cause' based rhetoric... even made a few laugh....so don't fret he went out on good form.."

such a person will actually turn around and say " why on earth would i do that .... ?! no way"

(there is no "community" he even ran the community football team)

but even more important as all Chrets lost their minds decades ago

Your actual new 2020 bestie

(cos her 2 lasses had the best winter ever on free horses pimped by me)

whom actually gives you the bottle -= a Christmas gift of home made gin... despite advising her you dont drink

BUt... but

the saddest thing in all of Dickens put together

" well i will maybe lure her here..."

And of course, within a few weeks forgit she even ever said it

The perfect definition of 'people pleasin'' even in world crisis

no not her