Him, brown and shitpipen..
For cash
Lowering himself to theirs....
All the rest so dull.
Patinated princesses who can never get the remedy they need: to themselves,
Gosh TWENTY year'nago... well nexter sept
poor Hannah... probably doesn't even remember the true performance art my old campervan windows steamed up for three hours parked actually afront Marlybonery very--busy copshop..
So so busy in her butterfly one with all the i-drink-my-own-piss cures ... doled out at the Patrick Holford Institute of optimum Nutrition [sic] to the rich babes of Shepherds Bush ...a a price.
Theirs... cures mustn't be cheap.
If only she could see me now.....poor Wutherin' Heights addicted melodrame...
sounds like macrame... something for rich...oops that 'class' just aside middle, unlawfully taking state benedefits when on bigjobs three hundred quid a day to feed the fat rich.. they deride how dare they
Anyway their stories soon
Georgie Porgie, them both
Mary Ann
and Mister not very Orwellian... except about his own personal life, which is always far more interesting than pigswill
Wouldn't dare.
Even if none are worth identifying in any way, as even identifyin' the curly back-to-black hair of the dullest English public school babes in history, on the fiddle..is not worth a second of my very very fullsome time..as they're only shabby. Girltalk...
He, however started a REAlman fight.... until i discovered well hetoo....
why
But the likes of him, despite every other word about brexit and The Clash.. would of course trend towards the Manchester version...oopserrata Rainbow...
Whereas an actual true Renaissance man, would know that Eindhoven, with Anique there sat stage front lapping up every bead of his chipfat flavoured parfum armpit odeur (god i got the right spelling i can rembember my Gren... why French women?, soon)
I mean there was Siskind with his rather dubious one ..
In that all olfactory obsession must only end in one place
(i ain't finished yet with her,.. whom will pay for her bity 'o cheeky gib....and when she has the ONLY gift that nature actually provisioned ... never mind i still need that question answered - THE only real question I have asked anyone )
Now the true total zen of do not move a muscle or even sneeze come winter operations requires one to be actually "centred" as in sat in the centre of wonky inverter at one foot - but do not move a muscle, or even twitch in delight thinking of the plot to recruit her...
of the (i realised two more sins need adding to her list of ten - both she guilty of..) cheeky "you are funny" sin of adultery by default!..
Yea that's a point, they stole Virginnie... the only woman who's phone number i still remember from 35 years ago! 32 67 18 31.. thats a French code... her with her "let me look at meyehhh ..Arraps....Seemon...we must find the exact meaning.. and then we are one mind..."
which 15 years ago i transmogrified in an earlier 3 million words stream of word playfulisation into "perraps.."
So yes they stole her! ... when i got the internet fully only 5 or 6 years ago i had to watch a livestream of her pledgin' her troth and even livestreamin' the nuptial croissants with a ferkin priest !
But i forgot.. never mind the funniest lies inj history there i was awaiting second helpings on Kew Green a then nice quiet place to spend a long weekend and " i am away in Oxfordshire with Rupert and the kids..." was so so interestingly untrue unless she broke the speedlimit bigtime to come and drive by me... somewhere she had no other reason to be...
Which is what THEIR (English public schoolgirl great discovery in the absolute better than all the others biblical history of their reality) 'great' book does to them: turn them into a lying mad drama queen who dies of being herself..far too young. Even well into her supposed maturity..
(Nobody could ever find "Hannah" as guilt causes them to hide forever.. sad that as her 'turning' to 'Christ' concurrently with, or a week after the best raging affair in all of the history of Marylebone copshop boning three hours on their doorstep... ignoring their manchild strutting in and out all pumped up as if theyve just fitted someone up for murder and a 38 year stretch...
...and denying what SHE made sure everyone knew about in her family by so blatantly picking me up at my fathers funeral ("died on 6 6 6 " as the vicar pointed out in public...so you better keep reading as maybe your silly Orangeman isn't the anti-christ from Revelations after all maybe its me come to .... [ "Claudia i was reading it the other day bored sat in a heated church and my my they dont half dwell on 'fornication'!! ...i do hope you don't think of me as you know i ONLY think of you or my my they have some funtimes in store for you come your endtimes" ] .... the best funeral fun ever.... me so vulnerable and in such grief and delicate state of mind.... and easily manipulated.... )
Anyway fast forward a few months and she gets exactly what she wanted ... but then has to run off to 'Christ'...even if in reality some Alain De Botty impersonator her personal so so guru wise and attentive 'vicar' " ohh my my he is saving me from myself..." which of course richbitches (not her fault which devil sired her...number 4 girl to a Cahtholic-Jew man who was obsessed with only boychildren... to inherit his dodgy millions... and the first one came next in line down the tubes... talk about knowing when you werent meant to even beBorne...... REALwoman childBORNE hips mind you... which is all there is to being human so all boxes ticked nothing to moan about...
... can
ops forgotten my weave - thread.. dots in a "process" of Now... being joined...all sat there all on their lonesome un "connect"ed and unjoined and lonely for twenty years
but this is still the horrible seemingly gobby uncentred version as there are so so so many lovely infil pictures and that takes so much more battery...
ahhahh thread came back: "centred"
sat one foot careful dont brush against the inverter..on the blink... right foot must be still as the keyboard balanced onnit
"lORD" SHE SAID...
ALWAYS!
bUT MUST NOT LOOK LIKE ONE OWNS ANYTHING ... SO BE STEALTHY EVEN HERE LOADSA JUNKIES NOT FAR AWAY ON THE PROWL ... OOPS ACC CAP
(with so little battery one must speedtype and the only regret in life ever is not learning to touch type and no... having tested ... no i lie.. subcontracting a test of the 'ai' in substack auto transcribe..i dont need to look at the results as there's no way on earth some dumb yank bimbo [ see his "van wife" video . - links soon] .. its tragic ]... even the 'van' childmen are using it...
there is no way (i mean she said so herself but how can she lower herself to using it... "even 30 years here my English isn't as advanced that only true cultural immersion can lifetime learnings*..."
i mean some fascist littler chatbot wouldnt begin to understand a whole CULTURE at The Source . a theres an u8ntold real culture here (you hear spill out onto the BBC last few years) . a load of babes copying some De Botty or MacFarlane or Charles Eisenstein type with NOTHING to say, so they invent new smug languages to get the birds at their 'workshops'... thats not 'to' but 'at' ... all they actually want
that started to say 'learnings'
Anyway he would have gone for his Rainbow... version
Nope... there was only ever one, version..
except the so called historians of even the last forty odd years can't get their 'data' right... twas ... with that Belgian stage front...
The ultimate Two Cities Two Cultures....
The chipfat lass backhome..
Anique's European charms.. here and Now....
And the poor bloke blew a fuse.. the only one that matters
There is only one 'meaning of life' soon
