Year Three..
Began.
"Sorry all you quite a lot of 'aware awake wonders' who now come here regularly baying for more... five hundred a day .... i been rebooting all and getting things just right... on my 'job'... but be clear this is THE job until the rest of life is spent hissing at the so called services, as i had always planned with my old age... and i have never laughed so much the last few weeks, and the thing is it IS real laughter.....despite them.."
Education, lesson one.... no one seems to have ANY zen poetry left in them ever... and dont MUMBLE! the great words. At least we got all the references..
* now..i really DO understand....I had no idea quite how badly Rita had been warped into all this underclass nonsense, that is the only way they can make 'sense' of... the static.
Except, Imoan...well, she is Nutcrackering Leon (her actual university so called teacher) ... and now even going to join the council - the real one...not Tilda's warped jungle bunnies with their vomit buckets close at hand... " I don't know about you and sister Babbs, but i love politics.. "
This now becomes REALLY a crusade to odd essays...hers too. It is soon time you meet her...soon... so io better keep ...plodding..on
OOps errata i always have full bounce no matter what
