"listen to this....childrens..."

 Definite unplanned mathematical equation discovery, yet another, i don't even want...

pondering well not pondering, only one woman  ever said to me " i can do that too,,"

(and one man but since he invented that dodgy Witanail Mrs Withnail goes Cruella Devillin ' upon... her very big expensive one)

Now of course i can't because there's an (un)happy home to consider....

BUt talk about not even trying, to awake in the most magnificent pair bond, and beserkeery, deep ruck..... i could smell her hairy one the scent of real woman was so intense..... "fuck the sheep this is whats humans are for darlin'.... except it was silent.... no permissions just make such a maess oj the nice tidied haybales what they were invented fortoo.." i mean that was beyond mere minds eye and subconscious or any consciousness fatty McGilchrist can moan about all year long and forever it seems....

But it was that one short sentence, and the equation, the more S.Ken-Pixie their hat is - i  mean compiulsory up here in Source Towers.... or even moreso in the suposedly pauper Towers  of even more fancy pixie hats.... 

the more pixine the immediate response before the words even come out via the 'frequency' 'energy' and pure...

something or other

Is " nope i think its another other way ....and dont 'other' anyone especially me by not agreeing in purest pure pixiness...." 

BUt of course, cold very infact....she didn't even have on a hat its what you do NOT see that's so much more interesting...

And there we are having been proved wrong, that there is one left, who actually asks her children to actually 'lean in' to the stories.....oF " how LAura ("I MEAN SHE WAS THE HARMONY HAIRSPRAY BABE AND NO HAIRSPRAY NECESSAY")  was maliciously bullyin' by puttin' me on the biggest crazy one and thus  all fears dissolved when i had actual purpose in mastering him a bit....to show off to the one previously real one... the hedgebloke as i was sure he was,  [found in Foulmouth sidestreets two years ago likely so ill as it had munched some of their discarded drug spliffs probably horse tranq or even fentanuly however you spell that.]...... but i was so wrong when the little hedgelet popped out a month later..and even how to make new real friends over sexualised beastiality jokes which make you laugh rather than the defaulty painted on mask always smiley here...... which takes SO much energy to maintain as a hologram ive never understood why they do it your face is normal... happy sad for real things like the ivermectin bathing sites..." 

anyway hmm...of course... "it takes a village to raise a....." or even two... how impossible is that just like that ...i know one fact if we reencouter immediately it will be consultation on some new aspect of nagging from somepone who never for a second ever wished to return to it.... to be even asked a question " and how did you feel after you went clip clop with your new Rose   ....first time in a decade and so emotional from the last time being with stolen lass ...?"

to be asked a sequitur question. Is impossible.

So somebody at last in the least likely place in all of Notting Hill-on-the-Hill has earned my loyalty as villager for more than life....

And it was so easy....  just automatic when....you dont have to deal with some fuckin mermaid/pixie/ oops up here its 'selkie',  or even fuckin fancy cowboy hat....

never mind they wpouldnt understand, the reason there are NO flies none except that one lonely one a few months ago....

IS all the quite unnecessary....stuff.... amortised over all over the place net effect too many molecules they can't eat even if to quote the twat yestermorn mentioned in last ever sequential audio but a fair few are missing to be fixed soon" they break down into other compounds.." that they still cant eat or worse... 

 

 

anyway stupid me as i knew 100% thats what ten years meanderlassin' has taught me, there is not one atom of their eponymous bit of virtue signalled to make THEM look yummier than their fat fifty years makes em wan....fake, "hope" at all especially from any even Bishop Chret who of course didnt follow up on the two days back plenty of time....lifesaving phone call or two... 

there's none... every single encounter is always strained through their bitter "chai" tea strainer or nowadays cacaoista is a euphemisnm for diarrhea that dribbles from the corner of their mouths as soon as someone goes off their perfect little script

  not one would be a pleasure to chat about her kids ordinary lives.... no way everrrrrr beyond non existent End Times...

"mummy here's his number.... " " here better keep that safely in my [ i nearly said i loved her simple learther phone pouch but did say when it rang and she laughed she couldnt stop it ringing.... unanswered... ' chuck it in the river..i think them things ruined the one i was committed to as shetoo not one of "them"...ohh well ' ]...... pocket we will need to meet you again i think..."


Now what! hope is a hateful psychological trick invented by crummy deathcultists who should have a gagging order on their lpocal bells.. theire SO needy and attention seeking...

ohh yes i near forgot..i had to and the newword (to be shared that equation) has a corollary  when you dont want to see the one from five years ago who doesnt even recall it.... but seeing the Pied Piper act  and assorted hangers on.... now i do get even  thattoo

all puzzles and unequal equations, centred, whole.... simplified.

In the last place in the universe you knew you would find them answers (on his t shirt lastereve mentioning machine guns, actively,  too ..... bet he went to Eton, certainly Harrow.... prob even a mate of one of em Duchies the way he spoke... )