To be sat in The Source central performance space
A knowing smile at last upon my face just how
I got it then but had to see,
for myself just how absurdly twee
A neer six 'nalf quid sherbet once every six months.
only
No matter what...
Anyway there is of course an anti-kairos, even if there's no yin, yang or silly Indian stone age Mr and Mrs somehow complete innate opposites in some or other oppositional innately divine force of nature, "complete" ing each other into one complete load of hogwash
There is however a "time to die" - kairos meaningall of Ecclesiastes three in one word.... but i guess the good bits, like time to sow and rape oops reap what nobody would bother sewing for you (even when offered via a cuppa strong black) so fix it yourself...
But fuck me to find THE fastest signal ever - a fifth of a gigabyte in a minute, just aside the greatest atchin tan ever in this whole pestilent aisle...
(aside enough not really to be a Blott on My Landscape... they couldnt make truly great "warrior" material like that, witha superb soundtrack, too... even in huffy rather homoerotic marchin' song Serbia )
Just when i no longer need it really ever...
Except to gradually bit by bit or rather byte...
eg the magnificent Anthony in his bathchair... and the red haired ultra gibber... who gave me the word 'gibber'
not even begun yet to bring them to life.
Anyway indeed anything from the last month of zero pintrest
not even the best
preserved oldish thing can go and henpeck someone elses wing
Zero.
Except the rather sweet once abused
Her story she MUST write... otherwise i chop the wood, all is good...
Just as old man Ralph once did, despite
(the look on his face
at their endless disgrace
we just plodded on with the JOBS regardless of all "them" cadets from space)
* what was it "do not go gently into the night.." ehhh well before we get to that don't bowdlerise your once almost greatest line ever in all performance art
I sat and sighed.....
And will certainly sigh if ANY one in The Source where i have been for a month, now.. thinks for one millisecond i have the slightest interest whatsoever ever in thir highjinks or dull samey existence..
In fact if you wish to know what won the race but lost the prize, about the fifth greatest great line ever means...
It is thistermorn, seeing: ahhahhhh... she did in fact reply, despite the lowly rather squalid Miss Information or assumptive thinkin' i would bother to ever trudge up to her rather barred gate again.... on foot aa " 'prowlin"
unless i was onto a sure thing... diesel costs money
but of course not one knows the meanin' of apology....
but that's them..me.... i even forgot the one maybe desired inbox unread
i got actual alive and vital beauty all around rather that that as good as dead
Righty ho ho in perfect femenine position,
and situation
to weave the jumper
of this colourless nation.
LAST region...only
well last two as her sad little ketamine infested swamp...
rivers prozac piss rubbish dump
Are just too ood as rather patinated exagerated nothing
to say ever via their art
so it may indeed be Up To Me
But only there... there's ten years of material to catch up with just there...
And the key to life here, is knowing there's nothing here
And thus none of that pesky very dangerous 'hope' upon which them Christnuts
parasitise...
Never mind the "wuwu" madness
never owt behind glazen over eyes
But i do have to just once go and see HQ
Especially when Phoebe arrivin' Hay-on-toxicwye
"why Phoebs.. wont your four Trannies join with us four just-founded 2008ish, F O E?
" him...back in Tranny Central... says no, (solidarity).."
Poor little 32 year old thingumy from Your Party
lastereve on The Bush's little gifted tranny
Nobody told them, neigh MADE them
READ loads before ever speaking
and thus no rhetoric sane or even half good 'oracy':
would be, feet up on the interviewers table
pipe, roll up, or cheroot in the gob:
"ugghhhh same ole' ignorant question... everyone knows
for hundreds of years... Che .. and Fidel... .. Gren Party Greenpeace Friends of the Earth...
the left always bickers like rats [not smart enough to be ferrits] in a sac
trips up, besmirches, stabs in the back...
it's just the way of the world....they dont have the knack
like the Conservative lot seem to know by default
take that Wye River, a toxic sludge
because of Messianic INsolidarity..
their ego's wont budge....
Each and every atomised one has the one and only unique, knowledge..
Not ferkin rocket science
unless for thirty five years, we have only dumbed down
