(post not ready til 0800)
In the pestilent lands of their only mode
feyfaux hedonism
I know my mode needs to be head-on ...ism
But what a 'haul'...
The more one
(entirely 'free' from thister early spring)
ponders...or in fact lives between their cracks
But i mean 'live'
(There's a development - but noting will ever come to owt
She the siz.... noticed themtoo
The simply perfect dad and lad
February boundin around the extraordinary sausdade bay
and he;s even rit
a poem, bou it..
and even got it on wireless four!
good job no ine listened and it's still
hardly any of their bay
and it will stay that way)
Now, the super serious version
The sister act
(just borrowin'
Now, every single word for some years
(except to the sulkine, Fomers,
especially chief Hateside, siren lured me here ...
farming faux fey "community"
has a double duellist
no not non duality up Sam HArri's buzzy fanny
bet he wants one really
intelligently, takin the piss
Monty Pythonate, actual liminal 'spirituality'
duel purpose:
"I am DEADLY serious, if youtoo can ever be
one word that comes out your English gob"
nope as usual people pleasing so, lets wryly
play with words, on the parallel job
(of turn em all into an even diviner comedy
In otjher words, NO nuance simple straight lace straightface:
ok we ACT as if every serious word on the dystopia in environment/child psychologies
we care about, and want to INTELLIGENTLY message upon as a group, comes true. In other words every word that dribbles out of the side of your mouth as if the chicken soup in the stroke recovery home, was indeed meant and real as the sinews to be ripped off a meaty dogs bone..
but when it turns out it NEVER was.... we still have magnificent real material
One day to render like the machinery that picks up the slops from the abatoire floor
into so much content material we could start a war!
In fact there is too much
And 95% you couldnt make it up
But its a good job SOMEone is so absurdly organised every day at dawn...
NO matter what wry cutting sardonicism
comes out of mouth and even other rude words
ejaculated
not one moment is ever hated
Its all merely grist to the mill
No not Don Quixes, tiltin at em
We have at last a joint enterprise
or at least on the same side of the line in the sand
as there are on;y two.
And DOing stuff...means tippy toe over to that other side
not one ever knew they MUST be
To ever do anything in the society
they all virtue signal they hate
me its them i berate
Anyway serious simple word version: the accidental recording of the tale of two sisters. Being wonderfully 'light footprint' - having the same ones in fact, and sharing the same amniotic fuid thus makin' max use of muvva earth's limited stuff - wheen they should be sharin the same woodburner, shitpipe....and even maybe knickers..
My ohh my what an extraordinary tale of what society really is... she saves the porpoises
she the other decidely unconjoined
joins in in the exact opposite animal behaviours thats...
("but do you still LOVE her..?")
Just the idea of this unthinakble of movie.... is oscar worthy. And they can't cancel it for bein' too brutalist more brutalist than their silly brutalist..
not "kind" enough...
Not being nice to 'minor' ities
or only caring about small sexual deviation...
cos its already written up by the only ones allowed to critique
her copied DNA and whip it on its bumcheek
oops herstoo..
Anyway back to yes theres a paradox as usual.... (next post)
