Its time
KAiros time....
" look tell your judgey cunt dad [owned my ass].... me and Cecile
Le GAl....
[her of the
' ferkin Touraeg black men in perfect swishin'
chifon or whore traded silx...
stage afront of us...
The Guardian would be in woke 'they are gods of the bajo' paradise
eleven stars Trip advisory
out of five
' C'EST...un... SPEC...TACKLE....UHHHHHH! "
The greatest spittin' hissin babe of all time
(this is not a good, perfect actual critique)
(who had spent two years screwin' arabs as research for her academe..
well ive spent 21 years screwin their
victims.... or sometimes lowerin' myself, to
the 'spiritual' elite
who on seeing the Essouarian Touareg gig
would Gram or tweet
not wot Cecile alone did )
the opposite of the actual truth, heartless Disney in a terndy efnic spoof
of what real culture is and always will be
Real and in the, now...
the dangerous version of it.']
she coerced and flirted her way
toleading me astray
onto her special peeps elite
'only the in the knowing elite are allowed
where the creme de la bud
swelters in the Riffian heat....
and that night we ...
just between you and Me
DAvid
smoked her actual giggle-juice vintage newbud champagne...
and i realised i was a man again...
dont tell your dad that's in fact why
for once only ever in my whole adult life
i do need a holiday
and thus will delay my return to his awful court
where at last i know exactly what to say...
i'll forward it tyo you tomorrow of the next day"
funny how it worked!
As if he had ESP..
do the exact opposite of what i did on pains of death, plea
Now if anyone had told me that twenty years on
even my super spontaneous texts
were soarin' with actual poetical sublimity
some fake top Touareg pospstar couldnt reach in all of infinity
I would say off to the infirmary
with you one way,
and pick a Liverpool PAthway
on the way, to
Be cont
BUt it really was her ...
Really...
Not they-them, her
I havent finished yet, in fact havent even begun
( what occured yestermorn, whats occurrin forever on.... the world wouldn't believe....good job i am so stupidly practical i always have my camphone charged and empty jut enough
but WHY didnt i keep it in hand ALL the time....
ok its a scene....
you simply couldnt make up:
" if i were you i would drop your trendy Nepalese look
pants here and now
URGENT .. i think the little buzzer
did indeed buzz its way up skirtin
... dont panic.. slowly now
ohh my god its actually there perfectly framed ...
if we had captured that no need for BAFTA fame
a billion viral clicks...
your face... worth another billion, too.."
