Now... huff pufff
Never mind ghost ghost
She was always the answer to 'em all
(splendid i have auto-puffed out of bad poetical mode... she, only, works every time... get yer feet on 'grand stompin like a REAL woman ... with somethin' grown up to say....)
The common good.. "ehh up lass if you never answer emails, just sit there consuming... or sending them into my account when i just sent a nice message after a clifftop meet...and warnin' about the madman
gawpin'
I saw him.... they never listen1 ... well i don't care about the bad manners mummy never taught you how to be human, or dad how to teach you to be human, too.... but it doesn't half bugger up the spam filters over time..." of course yer own half Former Sov blood.....
can't even listen ..so i merely operate in a world of fantasy.
Not mine
(the above is an excerpt of an audio published over three years ago..... about how to behave... i would wish any beloved lass to know... for her own sake..nothing much i write is new... i been constant for years, except its so wonderfully esteeming-content....to really know from the inside all of what* went wrong)
The common good
* ... to have experienced that. Is for certain the Iron Curtain...
that separated err from me...
The footstampiest princess ever... they all have that same Hatesville Shitcreekside look..
Except walking past they never even glance out of the side of their eye... you dont exist. Unless you are her....
on her 'white' list...
Farage next PM who would have thought.."eckerslike dont talk through your bum" never quite guessed
. but that they became like this... THE ones who set themselves up as the perfect "community" ... princesses of
Just so rude and truculent....
SO 100% The Road....
Which was just copyin'
Lord of The Flies
That was completely and utterly unpredictably impossible....
But what is or i should say was The End... (about 7 or 8 years ago my ohh my they think they are original ... ) is just how utterly humourless in every way they Be...
Especially when theyre cacklin' for
Effect.
If you think this is a joke. (lasterweek was the best the Northern fisherwoman office worker salt of the earth on the quay just her her ub and me " can't say a thing now...in my office at the shops .... to my kids... ")
Mister Golding I think did in fact get it bang on.... you do not come back from ... Ivan's Gulag
Especially if you have no idea exactly where the lack of concentration
camp
begins
Their hallucination so perfect in construction.
My only lifelong question:
do they even know?
