Ahahhh as so often i forgot the punch line of the earlier few paras...
HER FAULT
Not Missblaming some entitled warmnight stalker... as its a free country to stop and stare as long as a nice slimmish one and as long as i cant see the yes...
And what a romantic predawn two atomised soul thing anyway i was midway through getting to the point
free substack made unusually yestereve.. whilst handwashing in the warmth which was just going to be a to-do list to share here but then i rambled on... as i need to get all finished now by boxing day
And the meaning of a "centred" life is to be able to have a lovely late afternoon half hour nap even on a high st even if high but so low in the unfacelifted count its daft and ("as long as i can still do that..") awake second dawn at 5pm in fact cuppa coffee only ever on awaking ... a second new day splendid stuff always works i think only 'centred' peeps know they will always get their nap in even in Hell-on-High which i a weird way i really like...for one day a week maybe two at most ...but it was so close i so nearly gave her my website... so glad i din't.... even if she was worth my time ..its so important to be 99% incognito... they hate thought in true Source places...
ohh yes so i was about to write, i diligently watched Moonlight (2016) when it was released though by that time in fact 15 years refuse to pay ever for any crap films and it was available on some pirate site ...anyway i think you could almost blame it for Trump 1 it was so dire and cloying...
GREAT homo or whatever else art has been around since i was manipulated into being coercively luvvin Frank indeed without one smallest bit of phenotypical constructed gaybone in my bod....even now.. GREATEST ever art gives my bone a twitch ..now still....just lookin' at a true artist
whom in about '74 i was criminally made to sit quite close to as he pumped his stuff just ion front, in the Chelsea theatre... and he never traumatised me...
because you knew genius - the real kind....
Anyway i was just about to jot when disturbed so poetically i mean talk about a paradise region - 50km radius of even the most enthralling, fabulous almost vampire-sexy-witchie warmpredawn watchers...
nothing gets me out of the 'zone' once i start at ten past wakies.... but she did...
So yes to resume before i was so thrillingly coitus interuptus...
So yes i was about to write: I doubt somehow and will eat my £1 charity shop cowboy Toggi necessary for solo man's work in the 'weather' even if lots of the girls have them too, to merely pose in.... if i am wrong, that in 1000 years there will be some historical annal about a song that millions listened to on loop for decades about some bloke called Larry.. written as lost love song ..by say Chiron from Moonlight fame...
And well all the unsayable things that i have a way of the lastish year getting fine even if UKIPPY women - scions of the community.... (even i wouldn't publish the latest Suzi chat where she was very sneery of the trans ... they are SO obsessed with and it really is rather a lot of Reform especially the female contingent.......and by the sound of lastereves so interesting Moral Maze fuck put a bet on... they gonna win!
its it....
and you cannot have it both ways....
It didn't even work for my one god Soccers.... well lets put it this way the problematic woman whipping Dickens or whatever his Missbehaviour was had his Sydney Carton go to the big final stage to kindof prove to his lost true love he was more of a man than Ive ever been or whatever the only great Dickens line is...
i mean basically swapsies..
Whereas we didnt hear of any of Soccers little boys habit...come to his rescue... knock the hemlock out of his hand and say run away with me this is all silly prostratin nonsense... lets go play prostates and forget about all these silly fat other men
I could be wrong of course.. the way the BBC demand on demand, everyone's gay .. as does EVERY middle aged quite senior lanyardist ive known for 15+ years...
bet she wasnt thisterpredawn the way i could feel her piercing gaze through my windscreen ....
And at least 50% of my education which was from 30 years ago the Afternoon Play... has been unlistenable to for 3 or 4 years as it seems compulsory to be gay...
or the various other markers of what ('vulnerability' of course and as a truly dedicated counsellor for virtually free, for a decade of really fucked up the backside state-harmed parents ive never met one.... ) i no longer know...
Anyway we can't talk about any of that.... quite uniquely in the UK...
(ohh yes a FAR more important one of them in the pipeline from yesteraft and he even called me back! The Chret number 1 that is..)
THE moment James 'Fun' proved there is no more 'society'. Define daddy issues - you won't be able to. And why Hay-on-Wye is frankly evil... a long time ago. Ohh yes a NEW WORD we do need as its missin
vaious things need weaving intoa sane seemin' stream now..
All from the last few months then back to the spring of what a glorious summer and spring
Ivbe been full time at this for 9 months
But the bizarrest of tricks of the night....when in midsummer no time to type or do much here at all.... i have 4000 readers many a day...
And now back to average 400 ...
which is a clear sign of all my efforts are so hated its daft...
But then..(to be cont)
