jan 2014
Not one.... and she learned nothing from the so called Woodlanders who were meant to educate her...
One day it will be fully showcased, the original showoff space
First, build her a top notch branch notchin' thingummy
Aww what a shame - ive never looked back at my twenty years chronicling ...reality
Two blurry princesses weilding lethal weapons, right up close to one another within pirrtouttin' skirtin' hem touchin' distance
At which point i schismed
" love... there's no hope when even country folks cannot any more 'self regulate' as to .... what is a sane 'human'.."
At which point - now it won't appear so but i do have others far more fun.... jujst to survive them...yest there is a 'them'... every axe chop, every trunk lugged around...
You know that time is the enemy...
So, dance...
Not some effete Zorba dance, but a dance so as to attempt to survive and thrive... REAL 'dancing' harnesses every joule of porridge or banana sandwich and uses them - every one.... for maximum effect...just to get through the day, almost to 'spite' them...
Be they princesses, mere 'performers', or just lost or stuck...
all you ever meet in the SW, so....
