THE cryptiche...
That is proof if nothing else, that THE mind...without the need for their awful microdose of mushymagicdulldruggymush, can be in the zone, forever..
I didn't know what crfyptiche really meant, until...
she (errata 'it' - as s/he is universal... proof ANYone can learn, or change, or be 'licensed'...)
Proved, even if she will kick and scream for the rest of her dull little life, she errata it...is ferkin fabulous Punjabbing ..poet!
To do THAT with their (news at 6) ..'mangaro' or whatever the fuck will also
(to quote IT ) "killing them softly.."
Indeed if ever there was a sign, symbol, data driven proof of Gray's* geniosity before he was stolen by the confected cacasistas cradlin their lost lamb little souls in nothing but the latest catalogue for imitation natural fabrix... whist flickin' through the websites for yet another con profile of some smug yogababe guruing nothing for lots...
...cos they got fired from their one REAL job for being off a bit...
oops that's an error as any vaguely educated minor revolutionary in the year of THE dance
- before the shamaniacs came along and monetised almost all even at low rates
(it hates my endless hatecrime in often relatin' the tales of a belovened [ thats cleverdickeratti Punjabberissm for YET to actually 'rise'] someone couldn't even relate to a coherent ping pong question answer.. about peeled or not onion skins...)
Anyway thus far all two and a half glorious years as a Lad in Waitin'...
Whilst Hatesville still no doubt photo-pimp their lad waitin' for his dress to be back in time for the prom.... (on public money - but i am loyal ask the greatest ever recruit to the greatest ever simple university she got them
as her first recommendation, for the ok so absurdly mature one she probably will chuck it overboard like Belle I am sure was... (we need it now, if you're still stickin' in your loveliest ever nose - as all great art is thrown up in the air for everyone for free and someone else needs it now... the best book perraps on anyone can love anyone if the right amount of guns are pointin' at ones head. and there's nuthin else to do.... meanin'ful.....)
Anyway yes the words that assist the next generation to survive this.... must be passed on regardless of 'feeling'
Which is why even it knows for sure.... now...
What the 'it' indeed is.....
And even if every day or those i can tollerate (code for those when the sun ain't so absurdly glorificatin' all even That Oracle {the jokes!), it begins with a jolly good poisonrant as Ive not had the time for the poisonpen...
Anyway I ain't interested in the black version of anythin' only the purple... and turnin' the truth of ... (The englitteratti was illiterate of me, errata us, as i never knew it was THIS bad...) indeed, the "pantomime" into something engaging and better than Sorrentono's greatest ever Beauty**.
freely available via an ACTual pirate rather than two years of pastiche ones...(i have the pix...and interviews.. i knew it was bad but THIS bad...?)
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** the ultimate joke on YOU, as two of 'em will be watchin thistereve as lesson one even if seventeen...well they better 'ad i don't waste my Rita time on any old supermodel .... or whatever the poet is below it's Widow Naz disguise.......
righty ho
one of two months of an occasional poetical collaborator and photografixer......
but she's shy... for now - but tells the best ever jokes about HER body and is even having her eye "cloned" so that her real 'second sight' will be preserved in aspic as i never met anyone as funny.... or tarty...
But that's not all on dead Bee day...infact dead Bee day you couldn't make up,
