I trust ONE writer even if she didn't get back to me
(ALL of my occasional correspondence will one day be free for y'all to see
- there's no private, between just you and me)
Little Miss Jerusalem correspondent
A few days ago....
" i started to cry..... Wellertoo, why ohh why
he condones the violent cuntery
of that awful band sayin' kill your MP
and a few zionates too...
my ohh my all my life i looked to Mister Sunflower
to have within himself true beauty of 'authtic means ALWAYS'
real esteemed perennial power)
There is opinion.
And there is story.
The Fine real WOMAN from The MAil
No 'piece'
" i raised myself on MAster Sunflower God Paul....
[as did i...]
and .... he let me down
no one can condone
supporting these ferkin ejits
even on their phone
but really...REALLY how did she feel?!?
and what REALLY did she do
blood findin' its way into her daily poo?
went out and fucked a fabulous tranny just cos she could
not understand any more
why the roof had merged with her floor
(oops forgot a line earlier on...thats how good my mind is sat in burning kerbside sun
tents gaza... the moment AFTER theyre all splatterated...
they would be happier than all the moments of the wellnness vulture elites..
of Penzance Hellstoned and the town she hated
.i.e. all moments of white girls, here)
How dids she FEEL??
what did she do!!??
i shall bring her line to you soon
simple, timeless, its even in their silly Bible
Pharisees Sadducees...
Weller too
