Now i can begin.
(what age was Voltaire when he wrote it...about 62 or three...?
theyre so illiterate ... performative 'smart'
its extraordinary so few have even heard of his perfect young fool
Now would have that even half an extra dimension to right brain or left
to have taken in... even his once Queen - whatever a not quite Kingsize bed was and still is
they shared, until.... was it that he thought more than her, dared...
she stuck him in the goddam dungeon if my memory servs me well!
A metaphor for.... every single one i ever meet)
sixty five my oh my gadzooks
As it was that one and only perfect walk
in the year of "Ohhh Lord what Paradise..SHE asked me to be her mountain goat guide.. to my hills, all around us meetin' hilltop
.... in front of her lawnmower man hubby
And so perfect fairly Freewheelin' kids
I told her i was 'on duty' even then
.... she would have been as utterly headfuck perfect Greatest Beauty
First equal in word and deed
As per Joan
In fact (oops they all ear want to look like 'im... )
That's the whole twentieth
C
The two greatest poets of all actual fuckin MODERNITY
couldnt even stay mates
never mind breed the next necessary gen
As parents tend to breed in values too the Greens fail to ever impress
As they all want yer balls chopped off and boys in a dress
Now....
There is one image
In fact one day
Or two
I already have every word written
Never mind tell her.. (2021) ..
. read this one its the very best one
(and do your nippers want a ferrit thats what actual country lasses do, and have if
they mean it... there is no better animal to TEACH... respect, always..... and extra sensory perecption of another 'dimension' "I know what you're thinkin' from your vibes.. and you better fuckin stop that NOW or my playful fangs with which we actually commiunicate... will be repurposed, reminder of who's you're equal too, mate".. )
I .... said she could have them all
But it's the next picture that really is the big one... the ultimate biscuit
The Sad Eyed LAdy
brought up in the Lowlands of
The cleverest of them all...
An afternoon in that (actually) blisterin' summer heat
I listened...
To her ....
inner onion layer of " depression" and all the rest
(Approaching Herrock
husband calls, interesting test
no mention of ... what she's up to
or with whom she's headin' West.... )
is this it...have they died at last just when i can start chapter one
Knowing that every other chapter she stole, gone....
To be cont
