should be capped but the zed has gone wonky, too...
Which is the story, but hardly her fault....
Freshest mountain waters from The Source (well not really) in my "pikey-van" bottles
THE best atches ever.
(but the one in the hills was curiously occupied lastereve.... The most 'romantic' in history... 'twill be my turn soon)
Anyway the only story there is began in earnest with their earnest twenty year'nago...
And it must be told, but one first needs to spend at least a fair dinkum of utterly timeless time in "plenishin'" paradise
returning to the best of existences - a true unmechanised Woodlander.
Bully for me ...
None of which is interesting nor energising in the way one needs to be a bit more actually of the 'land' than Lorna's dad.
When he started it.
But what an overheard snippet!
How actually good 'stories' - uncynical, just goodies baddies, and the imaginary 'border' that separated her from him.....
can indeed roll down the generations, and grab a lonely young shepherd by the bollocks and indeed cause his whole cultural construct.
My my fifty years nexteryear...
And i never thought to look it up, but doing so a dayago
'twas yesterday; but who would have thought
actual 'happiness' can never be bought.
And indeed the "survivor"ismo - never any macho, nor ismo,
rather just persist'em....
And then return to a Source....
Even if merely another region, and territory
within which to landlope or rather sctuttlebut, free
But in twenty years, of attempted "community"
kindof and anyway with all their drugs and even worse, the insanity:
astrology, numerology, all that logos
about whats made up to judge, 'nextract more dosh
(don't ask me why i got all abreviatin' with silly so called dialectish lingo
when be brought up Wales you see through all that saved-language bullshit a lifetime ago
and if i ever hear one more fraud claim celtic coloured pubic hair i shall pull mine lastun out in total despair
and as for 'myth' well i trump all that too
Marcher places full of tourist trap
utter monetisn' claptrap
Mine main region thirty years on actual Offa's Path
Just like the Salt Path
one, errata two,
as 'twas rit in collaboration even if her sex used as emotional superglue
to manipulate all "them" babes down heretoo
FROM the boss of Offa's centre:
" truth is, we aint the faintest idea
if Offa was even ever here..."
Anyway....all that matters.
Winning wars after loosin' every mere scirmish,
is when i educated That Bush
via the probably greatest ever philosophical European culturalista...
Even if bein' Iti of course no babes in leading roles
Which also is interwoven with a story so Hollow cost
of makin' the mistake
thinking that morals cross borders
when in fact they just came to deal drugs..
of which there are many a variant,
netting resultant fancy Afghan rugs
Though in their chelsea abode with matching mogs
Poor things childless, no guts to ...
[be cont, skipdivin' off we go]
All that matters really
forever merely
The land can only be tamed a bit
if there's some methodical organisation, and bit of wholesome sanity
ego and astrology free
Cos only people keep the tools organised and even oiled after the job
no matter what came out of anyone's gob.
However, soon, it is the sorrowful score,
draw? perraps..... three.
Do forgive my absurdiist disatrous unpoetical poetry
which is as useful as dodgy astro-numerology.
Never "changed" a thing
But we are all children of one thing: philosophy.
And there was always only ever one choice, Albert ..that Algerian
gave us. My readin' L'Etranger...you either drink it that hemlock shake
or bother livin' on, even if debatably somewhat a mistake.
However Albert the cynic, even him
Could not imagine
The pleasure from just one sentence.
No not that one oops i meant to be tricky and keep her identity
(and the greatest scene, well, all a "blahh blahh blahh" of ego cant and vanity)
cheekily obscure for now
just her and me
" i think, that is a film, that needs to be watched again, so much beautiful real philosophy...."
well i paraphrase, give rr a bit of a leg up
For me, screening, three.
