( "i am bulletproof" better stick in the nuanced real words, in this lang, as Oggle translate probably high on psycho bucke'ovomit drugs, too, like all the Hatesville wonkites...and thus as bitchy and uncooperative indeed in human as she.... the sour one Babstoo agrees is ...an d it takes YEARs for them to...change.. infact probably the bridge across Forever and theres a barbed wire fence borderin' me from you, halfway along......)
Obviously NOT 100%... i mean nuance; language is a poetical approximation of most of the time.... nope you get stabbed in your back with " that sounds a bit narcissistic..." as they take EVERY word so literally down here... the antithesis of a poetical peeps...
Indeed the death
of everything..
The Artless Flattened...
Anyway George Borrow, Mister meanderin' road tripper randomply natterin with random peeps randomly noticed... my ohh my he would be turnin' in his grave...
How can one put this?
Basically whitey just got her rightful place as joint first this century.
Previously held by the greatest REAL dancin' old bag of them all.. who did also defy her age...
. who cannot not make me happy
(Tamster having drawn or slightly pipped Minnie to pole position of the last century, in 1999)
But not ...now... not in fact the whole afternoon, since randomly on " so what's your van like please" duty
On behalf of not me...
And there are no words, only..... she (a great poet i later saw)...
.... only one woman but it has to be LIVE...
the chox... and all my favourite singers are called Roberta the great backin' babe... a tepid fruity mocha with floatee bits atop to make you really sick
But sometimes... eye to eye..... then a hug - not the fake Buddhist hugs...
I mean her fuckin' soul had a million times more soul than even ...oops errata ...94, well no battery to find out her name curiously sexistly omitted from the title sequence
the greatest first equal whitey and her death howl..
sorry chox just tryin' too hard or maybe can't be a sickly madly junkie death howl as whitey...
To actually have that death howl between two people within just a few minutes...
Lets put it this way: as it would be disrespectfully crass trite and every other word (" luv... you must be open with them...you know that dont you i hope..") about being an anally retentive unhowling Ice pick of an English...
Lets put it this way... i play with my viewers and say things sometimes in poetically thoughtful ways ..
" he revved up here and..... did a Thelma and Lou.."
Exactly one year ago to the day i pulled over the cattlegrid opposite this extraordinarily steep deep cliff vertically down into a smallest cove the size of a big box of children's toys.. where...
two years earlier a mans car had been compacted into the size of a big box of childrens toys..
he probably hadnt been able to deliver to his children..
hence becoming rather boxed in
But it was the run up.... his final Thelma and Lour peddle to the metle..
three times a week i walked along that run maybe more for four months
Now that ...as i am human.... and have a rather soppy inside below the bulletproof chain mail
OBVIOUSLY caused fragments of lead to ricochet within for months
still does...
BUt only Mrs White trash Death howl...
could conceivably and ACTUAL artistically Munchian screamerly...
what she told me....
Just two weeks ago...
" whatever you do... look Hondas unlike the trendy Transporters ever creep in HAtesville Creek patinate and then fail to maintain..... they last forever...i know 'taint trendy and surfer hip.... but..... when they are older it is him.... it will be for them, what they have left of him.... keep it....forever... and abnyway you'll be a millionairess when the Transporters of HAtesville Creek have rusted away into it.... cos no one actually look after anyone else's rottin' stuff.... take all so absurdly personally....sorry to be personal and .... intrude..... but you opened up to me and i feel privelaged and..... look are you creative? ...
5mins later small screen in hand
" wow.... you really ARE a poet.... remember what their vudu high priest of the Supreme Court Denier Green world, the worst poet in history said, hius only actual genius line though i bet he stole it from some Ayn RAnd fan or the like....... ' what the poet needs is for the worst thing unimaginable to actually happen...and survive it...' . and we both know why you will..... god their laughter in your back yard.... and here we are.... no words could ever ever ever..... describe even my molten lead inside my whole damn head.....fuck i hate this place.... "...
But thhat's not...'all'... i mean.... her hexin' can't be that good...
Ok once every few years....
(" they silly onion layerists in my so called family never spoke of my Uncle Tony's so called appointment with the Great Gig above he made himself...rather bloodily..... it was the not knowin but vibe-sensin..... something... Tony died really as a sad almost accident as a result of an accident which damaged his head so the bully boys when he was conscripted into the lovely Farragian lovely sweet Bulldog barracks.... caused him to do imself in.... so you could almost say it was almost a natural ... one... no real guilt or shame.... whatever you do.... do not feel......
" sorry ive said to much when there are just no words your eyes are perfect and..... thank you for laughing at my worst icebreakers in history..... you kind of nearly did mean it.... i go.."!)
Only once every maybe even five years....
do half an hour later see that very rare exact same old Tony-bumpin... vintage JAg
Fuck off... no one could conceivably beat the rawest emotion ever inventible no shaman fakery could even dream up after a whole Europa (thats the one around Jupiter they probably thought would save us from Farage in some astrological leftovers - Agent z's greatest poetical metaphor or just poetry....words for the shit left on the toilet paper, sized bucket of vomit juice ... its in the stars rather than you gotta have gone OUT day after day and spoke to peeps you dont know and from the 'other' side even... not one ever ever did i know i recorded every word for 10 years....
I earned..meeting at last ... that girl in that song... the live version
live...standing within...her silent deathscream.... her total poise and real grace unlike the fake Her Grace Jo P... i just wasted a year on....
As close as you can get to LA Grande Belazza End Scene and still be just about alive...
or to quote the Agent Z song..
"death kept followin'.. trackin' us down..."
But coincidences like that....
I've never told ANYone that tale..i never needed to try to help just a humbly little bit anyone in that...
hardest job in the world.
there are no words.
