....couldnt Miss Understand, vulnerableise, samesexualise, the great moment in literature, Mister Hardy
has his Gabe, by a bridge if i recall,
being rather blunt, upfront, to the point
promising " a piano flowers and steady care..."
what a lovely last couple of words there
And in fact the adaptation was what should be proudly 'nation'
his matter of fact, no act, just mumble it like it, IS
So beautifully related
dont think there was even any farmers gated
stuff, just one man stood in the early eve or was it dawn
" ehh up Missus well... [ive played at least me first pawn
in the great game, eventually he got his queen, after rather a lot of discombobulation
melodrama addicted SOUTHERNERS in charge of the wonky nation...].."
however.....
Now Ma Elliot couldnt quite match Thommy
in his splendid fantasy
that doesnt have to be
and so brilliantly delivered centuries later, by that so called BBC
(before everything became only about insignificant 'minority'
whom for fucks sake, havent arrf 'ad for years 99% majority
so theyve grown up now, can we get back to the point)
I listened to it thisterdawn
(several hours merely pondering, no devices
not even a nice email... that can wait)
Theres me at last audio wafflin' the big one:
why, especially in shoulder lands,
reputation, wage deflation
(by the time she's knocked off her gibber's quarter
dad's house - always!, and the unhappy daughter)
Anyway ehhh..... even when you're facing up to boss
If known to be becoupled, far less loss
of wages .... and even mutual respect
oops gone and elongated what merely was to rhyme with 'wait'
yes waffling upon it, even at his farmers gate.
I didnt dare listen, even to begin the edit
"what on earth DID i say to him!!?!!
bugger me ....now i've addit!"
Thing is ...if it worked....
Darcy's mum, Maggie Tulliver's
fabulous creator, even Thomas and his most romantic ever marriage mutter
will be consigned to second best, mere trifling, no test....
of what its all about
Now to get back to all that matters 2022 even if it began long before
the way they tricvkled in with newwords even if long scholarly intellectual
but first "bipolar" infact before everyone was then branded " asby.." which turned into "narcissist.."
Nothing to do with me propper Gabriels just trundle on and persist and if youve persisted without jumpin off the big one or losing all your hair, quite
and sleep 8 hrs at night
well all is well, "centred" if one must
But i have also done their 'psych reports' and legal work...
the state must have some care about who's really gone berserk
or where its merely made up so some lanyardist can profit.
(i used to think the Southern 'Guardian Reading' type did care
silly me but that's ...well its in the 'free speech' audio the other day)
upsy downsy hot 'n cold.... all of that
the one word i would never ever wished to be even remembered in my company
nor anywhere else, is grandiosity...
When you live utterly aside,
genius at 'stealth' no need to hide.
For four years solid just be
nobody nowhere (in the quietest places, where one is only solitary)
constant....
and if overeggin' owt, time and space to internally repent
nope.... that audio on why to be two if you can
with a special guest appearance by a finest old man
.... had even my heart on my mouth
and twas mine gob that....
right.... i better run away due South!
