as me myself and i ....and i am blind to all attributes, and know that now, is irrelevant...
if one finds the key. which is the exact opposite mirror universe to the one they pimp....
for the crappest books in the history of The End of Time....
Anyway being a prejudiced little bad remembered i always forget the non white greatest of em all, whom not only never bothered to sing songs about any so called 'gender' she may fancy, a bit of hand in handin' with along the St Justinian byways to show....
But was rightly out front just before the wonky one with her Blackbushe and yes its a scandal and affront to the chronicles of true modern poetry, that nobody bothered to film her ... there...
But i was there 1978 mesmerised, quite close to the hems of her fine jeans, god only knows how....
But one knows one thing if anyone had heckled " she likes girls" not one peep in the whole of that several hundred thou
proper counter-culture
would have cared ....
And furthermore she wrote the real songs about not being all melodramatic and deliberately self hating the self for effect.... losing redheads and having to road trip off around the land to show off your dilettante new hat that became
all they took
(however in my private little real road trip,
just around a splendid so perfect territory
what did i hint a few weeks ago?
into the lair...
its so interesting that its such a cousin of liar
Anyway the best ever energy! Despite weeks of gibberin' dangerous pants-on-fire
Into her lair....
" unlike ALL the rest whom peddle this [ shamniac voodoo showoff] haberdashery
...you really do have such extraordinarily lovely just gorgeous real-bubbly ...energy"
....oops tangent all i was going to riff:
.....and no disrespect to the 'sharer' as a whole Pestilent coupla counties.... one has absolutely no idea ever whats behind any eyes...
Even hers ... i thought i did.
Even if i know i do.
But thats an uneaten agatop stew.... and forget
so yes some shared thingumybob comment....as something like
"see yourself as a verb"
Now..i do have a truly dull and no entendres essay to write soon-now
soon maybe
About how to get 'better'
as if anyone ever has i found the key.
Which infact, in one line is: holding on to that which we must
the duty responsibility even until ..
or to quote the problem...
and unto dust thou shalt return
well i hope they burn in fricassee hell
as the whole purpose of their 'dust'
is to clean it away now'n again on this planet and reality now
And i know my bishes in that a fairly ok one a few year'nago said on wireless fourchan
" hmm bit of an adjustment may be overdue...
fifty or so years ago it was a lot more about good deeds on this planet, now
but especially startin' all these dodgy infectious Yank evangelists..
infected even our mainstream,
it became rather more about only 'saving' my pathetic little individual soul, now..."
which surely is a fine definition of NPD .... but no point screamin
even to a genuine high-up chalice weildin' friend
(maybe definition that so Miss Used word: they can take a joke: "you 🙏" oops i was looking for the one with a laughing face exuding tears of total consternation exasperation, indeed pure Monty choking on his Python you couldnt make up their cant and vanity... but the new age are always a bit worse sadly so the new age salescon snakey
emojii really is the one to focus upon )
all they can think about is THEIR 'illness' til their end.
Anyway if i had a spare £29.99 i would in fact pop back in and pay the entrance fee to her finest real pixie-energy salesroom
Or anyone to gift a jolly good deal, to...
But the greatest one gift there can ever be
i study deeply and live within this lost and bonkers iteration of humanity
All their endless illnesses...
A decade ago every time one wandered into scumhole Kington charity shops
the few pondlife floating patinated atop of the real layer of very thick scum
(sent out to keep their house prices uptoo)
The 'middle class' every single one all you would ever hear top o' their voices
something 'wrong' with them....
but only a fool doesnt know, choices
never mind modern currency
Their lingua-franca
decidedly post Farragian putrid Aisle
" listen theres something wrong with..me"
is how almost all self define
and only a fool, me, wont buy into the communal gold mine
When thats all it is.
A tube of rather cheap glue....
gives y'all summit to talk about, rather than DO.
(as the FABULOUS biking babe said shetoo rants about!
"but, luv, a man cannot....sorry if i did in your local pub, well, there is a verb to be glassed. )
anyway yes all of that ....
" see yourself as a verb"
I happen to have DONE ... a fair enough share indeed no more than mine
stopping singlehandedly one tescohomes development, and far far more radical
monitoring dead otters badgers and ...erraat murdered
never mind puppy farms, her gold mine
(deep in the heart of Hay infact you cant be more in the heart of it as every other yoga poster she pumps out for two decades, tell you she is !!)
And all this stuff i LOVE
Never ever moody furrowed brow or unkind
merely as honesty truth about where one lived
is indeed healing
all that energy
keeping inside, or pushing out, for cash, fantasy
i do believe takes away from the fine natural system of natural immunity
But theres the far more subtle matter
Of when you KNOW you must...
even until the last speck of dust
you became
But have the greatest ever tragic interuptus
(i even have him recorded, at my door ... fat blue line)
so cannot
A strange thing happens.
The exact opposite of every stupid word became their stupid selfloving tyranny
To be cont
