Or rather first answers
Even of the Stendhal crept up
At the evil surfer beach
and vapid facelift two 2 grand dogs bitch
quay to nuthin'
but sour old sourness
" its at least first equal the way unlike in Bovary
its just moan moan pity please.... she dies of coquette disease
suckin' the pipe of the bling king
to 'please'....
Scarlet and Rouge makes you squirm with
equality and cant and vanity
orgasmic delight
she gets errs and im too
big time final analysis they broke THE RULES
even the self pityin' death Cult knew of in their
so called Genesis..
Theres rules...and lines
But when the babe form the birthplace of THE actual Book
Ees chasin tail, shes falkin' her wail
Gilgamesh times...
Epicly
when there you are being bartered for her so called camels on [censored] beach
And she doesnt even know her birthplace
thattoo of the first ever book
Love story or not.
Whole planet's lost the plot
Anyway...
long ago and far away
I just want sure....
I mean you caouldn't really even then, well you could actually
So yes back to his 'widow'
(Navarin if my memory serves me well)
Nightly she is wailin'
howlin herself off to sleep in her existential hell
(at Florentino's mummy's place)
And Fleorentino's mummy knew
How to get the smiles back on both their faces
The Flozz had lost his first and last girlie poss for good
Widow wailful baleful sexpot,
hers, surely terminally, and lost the plot
Mrs Mummy Florentino Azzis
However, like in Uttermost
wehere even the ancient bongo bongoists
knew exactly what role and place every woman had
and (her) toyboy gardener in training too
Knew what widows, were for, and exactly what to DO
with her death, pain, angst and Eatsenders screamin
Send in her son with a pat on the head
" poor thing she needsa Yogi tea and a bit o' consolin"
Death being the ultimate hard on!
Mutually
Beneficial
Now i didnt know that or i did but until recently didnt know how the so called English had divorced themselves from even that ferkin "human" anthropologically 100% for certain
(as Uttermost did not have any agenda, rathera simple country man - shepherd, like metoo...
South Americas First whitey one.....or at least in the bottom half)
.born n bred,
just chronicled the FACTS he daily saw...
one tribe ok pretty friendly and splendid sexual usefulness arangements
widows 'trainin'' young men in return for a bit o gardenin'
and past their sale by date,
send him off to go get a fertile model,
but still there as aunty-helper
suckle the newborn and keep the coffee on the aga
fort him and hertoo.. no avarice, or screwdriven eye..
As she needs him in fine fettle for her fixin'
Be it her garden fence, rotten hull, or gate
No jealousy or hate..
" i once tought him to shag, now just mates
and i just love bein' aunty to their new little nippers"
All very utopian but in fact mainly actually anthropologically for certain.
I believe Lucas.
But how on earth did Gabriel get all that fieldwork in?
I mean widows, whorehouses, and naughty boy even endless
'affairs'
under Equatorial arches, dingey stairs
well....
i always wondered.
A whole book - after part 1 ish
she makes her mistake.
Of the best kind of bonkin'
give and take
Perfect lovesharin' human
rarely any rent assumnder
by jealousy or deperate too long unfucked hunger
How did he DO IT!!!????
No man
not even in South Am
Coukld possibly get away with endless rumpoin
pumpin others wives...
widows... with actually nine lives
and young schoolgirls....
(LEGAL!) sugar daddy but ten times more
his best friend as in the swelterin siestan sweatiness
they friendly lay
How could he have done this....????!!!!!!
Its not conceivably possible to have rit endless
so enjoyable fux
no time wastin' dancin with some
TAngo mad "bird", ducks..
[far better local lingo idiomatic Understandable as never 'offence'] ..
must get in there and mutually beneficially
off to heaven endlessly
How did he DO IT!!!!!?????
The best rumpy pumpy book of all time
which as everyone extant is as a result of a good rumpy
rather than the pandemic of the other kind
Now i know
as only one I have ever met has
ever said, " i too can fuck em as if the real thing
... even if i had in my nose an owners ring
[ i just add in that for poetical emphasis
i never lie or take the piss]
.... merely with [in] , my own beautiful, mind.."