If she had had her nose in my email at five-to-dawn
may just have understood, "battle on"
And Rita,
that fuckwit 'divine' "human" cheater
Perhaps, maybe... gave a hand
with it's dastardly jabby-stick
magic wand.
I mean where on earth did that line come from?
(THE EFFORT to get the old laptop, one last spurt
so much dacncin', nexterdawn 'twill hurt)
Anyway yes it is sexist piggery and chauvinistic, hell bent
masochistic infamy
In the 'Road Trip'; poor old Odysseus would be hangin' up his walkin' clogs
if he knew mine,
meander through place and time
(avoiding the more highly strung of old dogs)
was not a 'remaster' but the only one from THE master
Of never taking one silliest word
(she used that word, not me: "bird"
and i told her to reconsider;
as her users and consumers are only the stupidest herd)
to heart, especially out of the mouths
of indeed mere 'babes'.
So i really don't like, enjoy, subscribe to any holding up
of any "them" to daylight when one can
via several superb recent examples.
None of my biz except how there's no hope for future eco this that and the other
"community" ever DOing anything
unless the present gen Z kind of lost little lamb
KNOWS what the real pollutants are
SHE, yesters, like me DOES give a damn
But knows there's no hope, with them in charge,
thank you mam..
To just meet ONE one hundred percent completely honest..
REAL ...woman
The only sexy thing there is on this planet, damn it Janet
And if only the ones who subtly perform no sharpest little fragile edges
knew, its cos of them councils rape and pillage hedges
illegally, prior to September one
(lasterregion my real expose to come)
Because nobody taught them
there's sadly only two sides of that fence
the real baddies, so hardknock and dense
It takes ALL of us together in solidarity, no matter what
to get through ..one voice, same side
And every single 'environmentally aware folk of either sex
agenda (themselves) a time wasting pest...
and as lance chuckin
and defence buildin' just so dull and fatally snide
Of NO interest to me except you have to know why..
all this shamaniac nonsense:
And she the second one at 'gods own waiting room' , named it for me
(dont think this is fringe, here - and my lasterregion 'environment' its EVERY where...
in short: those who should stand up to developer polluter or just ordinary person swimmin' The Wye
with so much forever chemical onnem the fishies get high
all went 'spiritual' - like modern day Chret...
selfish and there's only one 'spirit' that makes them fret
Their....own
and of course you never hear in fringe rural places
these waves of new 'age' incame along
selling snakeoil remedy or truly dire song
ehhh... what kind of sharpest elbowed Thatcherite scam
Did they manage to come West and recreate themselves
in compulsory Guardian Colour Supplement
expensive fleece of the lamb
in other words who did they fleece? to get the great big pot of old gold
to afford the property prices no mere mortal yokel ever can
But fair dinkum, WORLD EXPERT! ...ssss...
at sealing up forever their inner wormy can
However.... al that sealant, has one pollutionary side efffect
my my it makes your skin lok old before its time..
and furrows were invented for a reason:
covering up a head full of "human" treason...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
none which interests me any more ever again other than to write up some of it in some Divine Comedy
but The Tart, if only she could believe... " luv... lid lifted and... NO reason to bother even trying.... no hope here of any solidarity just in occasional human company.... batteries dying, things to do..... and i am no writer especially with not even a millisecond to glue
one thought to the next in some kind of sanesounding flow
but it just came, mid prod... i wrote of her Bongo 'returning to nature'
unless she uses the right paint
Them rather famous for fake Diamonds, and Rust.... "
Anyway of no interest except talk about shared lexicon gone a bit potty:
Five years i worked on her.... and maybe it took three..
" your Bongo-clad bongo bongo drum ex buddy....
i saw her that day .... the light in her eyes as if they'd only just been invented
her Big Sisterhood gathered by Knighton noisy carpark
not one would know peace is to be up with the one last lark
left while theyre bongoin around....
each one fat 'n commin' up to sixty
pretendin' to be still twenty three
And that is why your forest woods rivers and all things in between have no hope as the ones on 'my' side of that forever equation ..
went and lost it to ...
...well, soon exactly the right words will arise
As did Narniacs just like that
Thistrdawn....
"mindfulness" meaning in actual zenmaster lingo...
when your 100% sure there's no need nor usage
all the rest drowned in mental sewerage...
piped out of Totty "twined with Narnia"
so so long ago
(that actual essay soon, on how the Trannies actually sabotaged OUR small latent Friends of The Earth local branch party - me and my lass bored ourselves to death, sincerely founding.... seventeen years ago....
only " Phoebes there are ONLY eight peeps in thsis whole region who i would say may care just a LITTLE bit.... and now you have four of em.... so why dont we cooperate
merge...
share limited resources..
blahh blahh blahh.. nothing new... "
Of course Mister Totty Central... had to be consulted first...
in a performance of true peace-pipe localist democracy
And within a few years neither small town, 'organisation' was no longer, extant.
Every fuckin' word out the mouth of the so called co, or left
juvenile babylanguage ... narcissistic, cant
Central.
"Twinned with Narnia"
Now i really DO understand...
I thought she was pullin' my leg...
BUt born 'n breds sometimes rally their actual 'hate'
And want somoene to piss at their gate
(who was it recently said " all gated 'communities'? "- and i dont mean security guarded or high ugly fences.... its the clique.. the disdain.... the ''not my kind of shamania..."
fine oldschool word, mere egomania...
why the 'environment' must have so many official protectors.. 'charities', CICs... Branded asylums for their atomised ...lunacy
As there were only ever a small percent
of us....
couldv got all in the same large tent
BUt no they needed far larger Elysian Fields to play their competin bongos....
just for her..... (the one case-study even archetype... even faker user Suzi did agree...
her decades long best friend... PR exec based Brighton,
bid for Sissey's bilious phlegm
Comes west in '20 buys of course Kington
where the con is greatest as its mainly drugs 'n beer..
"ohh my my not what i thought.... how can i stay here!"
having 'bought' in of course...
And recreates her great big chubby waddlin posterior
as fairy fan, bongo drums...
"wow at last i have found my community"
Even her best friend, "excommunication!"
Both of course so lonely .... they pretended to...
(be solidarity, in Suzi's fake 500 grand seed bank
"can you source for us eighteen acres...."
at least i had fun....and new material to..**** )
to be cont
ALL i care about is thousands of very very nice sunrise pics and lots of nappy little snippets...
of nature and even someone else in it...
But that takes SO SO much battery time...
And of course yet another gibber...
best laid plans
but at least a i know what a man IS...and how they need speaking to...
when for years they do all the fixin.... when you could, too....
