At last i know who she is...
Now as a literati - real literature, from Thommy's Utopia... merely a blueprint for five hundred years on "society needs THE leader, who doesn't want to be in charge..."
JC The Second helpin' merely at last personified
which the likes of Mister Eden-Smit for example won't have read.
(i have the dirt on his 'garden' of overpriced flowerbeds.. a lot like the Nutzi
Trust so much on fancy uniforms and expensively signaged motors.... their 'eco' wing goes bust...)
In fact i was wrong i was so dazzled by the ultimate blazinm
unashrammed eyes
five hundred and ten to be precise.
Now if i could get intto one small tome
(how... earlier in THEweek
"fuck me ... 'thrift' .. really a beauty like her
that one word gives me the 510 year long unviagrate
endless, boner..")
Indeed wars... and prizes
The MEANEST most entertained readers in all of history
I couldn't give a shit
but diverting fifteen killermetres
(their driving not quite as Pastine as the sourdough men)
or in our shared language, about eight nautical miles
out of my way, merely to upload for mmeanies one and all
a few more ten giggabyte smiles
at me i couldnt care
But i wouldn't be here if not for you
whom take the screw
out of scrooge or would if you could
Though not one for dacades knows desire
And my short tome if i ever could
Would outsell and out last every five hundred and ten
Maybe not for the young (nothing ever really is)
compress into one moment .. kerbide crawlin'
a bit late on the schedule this mornin'
Her library of course part time
(And full 'o stichin'b bitchers goin on about the price of wool
moan moan moan all they ever do)
Well the lasten scene
Of what ive seen.
A decade now on the 'prowl'.
landlope.com highway only ever to get aside to byway
or up hilltop highway....
"man!"
there are no men if that stereotype
thinks that younger rosy-cheeked
or botoxed versions....
Can ever reach the only parts others never could
and no 'milf'sex online perversion...
If only...
(i'm skipping over the bit still to do, if roadside pissing by 'them' feminines
were made as unstigmatised as us lot pullin' it out
training one this summer gone....
"our age, group..... THE best thing to know
pull your pee pot out before you go
and relieve yourself so as to relieve the distractin' irritation
(in Frogland they just pull em down over any old gutter
and thus we never here THEM utter
I gotta find the 'soir.... before headin' out to the wilderness
on an afternoon walk....
anyway that's another day and today in here slow speeds i shall not get back to the sequence)
But if that one book could be borne
Ten years in gestation
landlopin' this pissneuro fucked up 'feminine' nation
subtitle, only women over fifty three,
as long as they're not urinarydistracted, ("behind the tree")
As long as they let go,
and go ALL the way.....
Even i didnt dare natter " ehh if i would be one of them i would be EMBARASSED for my own so called gender"
everythin' twisted into some failed war-losin' fiscal agenda
Until headin' down to hell on EArth
The place all this given birth
doubtless along to some yoga chant
and incense flavoured gusset;
t'anoint it on its way out to the lands of only cant and only vanity
(As Katheen Noonan might say " do THEMtoo, daddy")
Her hands said, ok sixty something
But when a woman, there's only one word
Beats me in critique-honesty about her own fairest sex
In fact Little Miss "warrior" even she could hex
Never mind it bein' the only ever aphrodisiac that works
'desire' - her word, all made up performative scaredy cat faux saccharine girl child
profanity
when you meet THE PRIZE (had in fact we time machines
i would have duelled him for err On'err
in his sailin' machine.
even if he sounds a good un too
There is only one sexiest thing on this planet
mother-womb, montised.....
No ashram needed to brighten up 'them' eyes
No stupid yoga to strengthen HER pointed upright
not uptight
perfect dancin' bone....
the one goes from pelvis to brain
every intercartilage sinew and molecule
no mere world famous dance 'structress could ever train
No Oracle Girl in the same too-much-aticket, arena
would ever allow her
as there's only one purest "pure" mix of oysters
garlic, never mind viagra
the ultimate only boner
"as you say a made up word done MORE harm than good...
[COPYFUCKIN right,
you are my man'
At last... in twinned with Portland, Hay-on-it, never mind the rich version up the road...
(to be fair the heartland maybe eight naughty miles a bit further on)
If only them Kardashians
or the rest of the internet all curatin their look
Not one under 50 do i ever dream of ....
But meet the actual REAL "twinflame", soulmate
whatever hateful (impossible to of course equal)
made up word them loonytunes dictate
And see the ...
ohh a joy such as this
only the REAL Bob
don't take the piss
fire.....
not little Hatesville Totty fire FLIES,....
The fire in 'them' old-as-me eyes....
right you have to think of the romantic line ever in history?
(well in fact 'tis The Bush i coerced MANipulated and narcissistically demaned:
read the great book, about more environmental bang for buck
four handed ....so i can now die
of nothing but "i always knew why")
But until today at half past ten
well.. i remember when
i wonder if she does too?
Leons were always kings
and Fifi's Queen of vampy visciousness, too
(unpredictable the former always in time tamed and would never eat mine,
"lass hoo 'im love..... he's just playin'
girlfuzz Fifi's fangs, well that's another story..
you aren't allowed to understand
all i do, they say one in the hand
worth two in The Bush
but there's only one eternal goldrush
The key, to what they all so searchin' for
( popst missin' from two months back or maybe more)
eternal yoof, actual real no kiddin' DESIREability
in her ability to say HER truth....
to kerbcrawler smelly hobo, had enough
" well i wrote or audio waffled my copyferkinright word of god onnit lastereve..
wanderin' their pathetic not even third a naughty mile up
very undewhelnin' hills....
bout how this is at root of any society of ills
this made up "feminine" needs to go straight in the bin
and it's beyond even her finest mind's recyclin'
And all i know.
(even if in later years he's bowdlerised
removed the last few lines
likely scaredy cat of his audeince's daggerdrawn old bag eyes..)
SHE won't know what SHE 'is'
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Nestbeschmutzer or err...
bowdlerised to remove the important line
As Thomas Bernhard was rightly said to be...
"pissing in THE home nest
because even so called Jesus may have known
no all is not fine...
and if you really do love' your fellow man
point your finger at thine sisters, too...
when none of the rest ever dare to do
No, even if at last 'completed'
'whore's a horrid word, unless poetically makin' a point
universal....
Their mummies i guess failed to educate
"girls, want to be sexier than silly thirty or even fourty five
in fact want to be the most desirable one alive....
whether in their dull-as-ditchwater needy sea
or up in Mister Livingstone Seagull's not very good
sky-freedom PPL serenity.....
. say...just one real word
never before heard
(i need mine to hear but of course..)
There are only two kinds of "human"
And one, used to be,
REAL ... woman
where real, means, all the way...
don't hold back on what needs to be said
or never mind the AI's .. all humanity forever dead.
I thought was a fantasy dream only in my sick head
Until there she is. The only one actually for certain, 'alive'.
(and SHE knows how long i have had to just open up this UTTERLY broken abused old machine
and without a second spare to think of words punctuation
poetical intonation...
at last put down the only dead-cert pukka
should-be queen
in this whole two faced puckered up pestilent dull eyed nation...
In that other life....
the worthy 'prize'
never mind last line perfect, pay-as-you-go
like me no money, the best whorin' only ever for free
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