I do 'get' it - pacifism is i would forget my axe were even there if anyone ever agressed me...
Reasons to never ever go back to any coast even if i would like to see if the European shores ...
I had no idea....
there really must be some magnificent metaphor or allegory in this... how so suddenly - must be off their Gogglebox....someone makes something fashionable so that they're almost compulsory
Having all summer been most troubled to see
(never mind know how the science says the eyes are sunlight processors in all sorts of HEALTH giving ways, many we dont yet understand... mitochondrial engines blahh blah Diary of a CEO despite being godsquad a splendid science review)
Anywaqy its like you have Lord of The Flies, even Animal Farm... the death cult called America and their famous The Road... about as death culty a book as one could ever imagine - didnt take much imagination (indeed Frankenstein if one reads MAry's original version or even listens to the BBC adaptation from 2012ish it is a thing of such beauty... he the 'monster' is used as proxy for universal prejudice everywhere... in fact if there is some 'god' "them" is proven in how on earth did Ms Shelley come up with that perfect fable at age about 18...
Anyway something needs to be 'done' with this... its zombie+ ...its like one is being eaten alive by their plastic everywhere and as they are one is required to be on permanent selfie duty
I have never seen anything quite so ugly all summer
Except of course for their tattoos...
objectively a lot of people stiill do go on about Henry's rather pinnikerty one... when they have neither read it, nor know how actual rural swampdwellers are far far more above all even his rather fidgetty neuroses...
To be cont
I remember and i smile... goodbye ...
righty ho this material is terrible....
It is NOT her "groundhog day" ohh no no...
But a sort of variant but then so what nobody actually does 'get' it - and 'it' is indeed so simple
Anyway in the land of DOing practical things rather than using big words like "objective" many a time i have a little idea in my head as to how to augment a bit of film - loop a few matters together quite poetically; but by the time one struggles with broken kepboards (two now!), and remebers that all film taken in the fancypants Samsung actually cannot be viewed from this broken laptop due some never-before-known fault requiring it to be reset..
maybe there IS a 'bug' innit (only I - ME, writes 'innit' thats my word...often double entendred...ish.)
So i have to ...well it is a long process that costs me coffees, some fuel getting to plugs and signal... and a far higher cost - as previously mentioned and at least i did have ONE witness on side - there are only two... i don't think any of the fairer sex has been told this in some great culture (Erin is pretty good)
the NOISE - the bodily pandemonium .. the endless fisasco of just trying to sit quietly with a laptop out plugged into a library plug
(today took the biscuit)
never again
except each time i learn more..
each variant of the inhumanity - Groundhogs baying at you as you are just trying to jot down splendid fun things one had come into the head earlier,
and in their death howl (often literally) .. well not even i manage to keep all in the head spun above like the proverbial plate..
is a new verse
