It is like going back to the seventies.
Whilst the rather silly women (only) of 4chan eulogise over a so called man they would have only ever looked down their noses at in days gone yore.
And the end of the road, was looked upon, and seen to be nowhere.
what was the poetry lastereve?
It will come back.
It always does.
Anyway all that matters:
(having heard from the actual scientific horses mouth "clothes" )
I have never seen so many people with so many clothes on at the beach.
Nor ever seen so many accessories, at the beach;
and on the Tracks.
It is all only an endless fashion show.
But deep down below
such a total neurotic fidgeting.
Nobody likes being who they are, so must Bee-costumed
somebody.
And my ohh my the bees ain't happy with any of it!
They're on strike, too.
Struck ...off
The definite end. Of a long look, needed. As usual the arrogance of the Southerner - both East 'n West. Ended at the very toppest table (at least he paid - i have no embarassment). Where the clever dickeratti cannot countenance all of life, merely a fable.
So, back to, purpose.
