So (now, thistermoprn) entering the actual epicentre
of 'Them Sourcey ones..
Gluten intolerance..
six quid loaves of bread their recompense
Her [innix] "feminine" and "masculine" do not exist; except as 'Big Sister' words words in their sick minds... [scientific proofs from the nagbabes of 'them' hills, never mind em all bein' 'ill'].
LOADS of 'show notes' to add in here
Conditions and terms
raher insencere...
as per tie immemoporial
ever since this third epochraphyl
meta ferkin ice age began
(read Methen's After The Ice if you can
it speaks of POSSIBLE ancestral model 'community'
a small circle of huts, maybe three
no idea who's boss, or if its their trendy 'polygamy'
but i bet they noticed back then anyone slackin'
on the job, or rather off..... and the tough silvergreyin' viscious horsebreakers i am quite sure
also 'multitasked' as mother hen...
as quite capably did all the men )
Right this whole offering all three years is utterly the story...
their vainglory
Uttermost little penisuline dump
where all* pretend something,
rather than their endless 'hump'
Avin' one...
*ohh yes all commentary and personal allusion
lest there be ANY confusion,
refers to the ninety nice percent
and i know now, who is the not so "naughty", one...
never mind every word within this diatribe
upon their so so sad little ex towny invader "tribe"
(their favourite word for campfire drugs
and boyfriends who if it werent for the dreadlocks, anywhere else just bolshie thugs)
three years ago began
and for context back there you'll have to bugger off back to that beginning
and a definition of
His greatest ever line:
win the war, but lost the prize
shot right between the eyes
to paraphrase the really less good Boss ...
and still smiling THEIR ashram gaze
(that we'll get back to on other less best-ever adventurin' days)
Anyway at least one 'goddess' looked at her missive
read to the end .. that's not in THE 'script'
Almost bein' prejudicially dismissive....
However talk about for my 'content',
every lectron harvested from dawn, with full onnest total intent
to make sense
Being a fool thinking one reader has one bit of that
(but at least SHE could read... hmmm...as well as paint
my long long poeticals, are full of traps.... as one should rightly be sick of all their assumptive crap...)
now this must end (it did) so i can somehow just get up half a dozen longer sillyvid diatribing
describing only ever for a notional one
what in fact "centred" means.
My only purpose since this began
But talk about full of missing bits
Soon, being all hard worked upon, allies
have their hissy fits
The net result of what i contend, your VERY wrong linguistic turn
I bet my best axe, will end with your house did burn
down for no reason
except to actual sane and scientific language, was added this 'feminine' treason
"masculine" too...
Infact to prove my point
(and mine perfect memory)
I was in waffle above going to get on to your man Tate;
Shapiro, Peterson, ohh yes gone-Kirk all the same
using a word that ...
well i clear forgot.
Ergo...
As they will all be by FATHER time...
even if that word far too faery fantasised, too
" get the brush out! this time you!
thats your alf the cavefloor ... i lugged half the dead meat yesteraft!
no mancub choking or whatever new fangled neurotic invention
you want me,
well make good your cohabitation housework, thus far, INTENTENTION!
or else, not tonight Josephine, or ever .. no more nookee..."
thistermorn at eightish to
there .. agghhh..
from truly shitty little awful camera for now all that there will be
but soon all the high def all for free
ditto crapcam
so so much more to come
and even andrit verseyvying
well.... maybe i shall reuse just one
errata always newthought jumping to get itself down
inspired by the most up
tight little dumptown
but only ever about the lastertwo
regions ... ( prior thister Sept)
their heads so terminally stuck up their bums,
i tried! but theres no antidote to their kind of superglue
And five years nearly six
i have to admit, hertoo, Suzi ( plotting usage
of a shedload of public ecoproject cash)
i must now downstream ...let go
no point a torrent in conspiratorial thinking...
nothing more than bubblin' mere sewerage
too
