If i told them, now the story!
They didn't haver a 'piece of' by even chucking a cup of skinny latte my way
which wouldnt be included anyway as my buymeacoffee thingumy dotcom is set to strong and black and very Serbian proper stuff is the only way i take my coffee in a land of ... but theh Ive seen its all fake.
Behind every rhubarb flavoured Notting Hill cup of so called coffee with sparklies on top... its all 100% rhubarb.... in that below where the grinds are, it is exactly the same as it ever was; what is Britolin?
Ashram smiles (stuck on here with Araldite the upper class glue even if they or rather their interbred little entrepreneur Rudolph - in fact thats a tautology in that it means 'entre' just the same class who always had it and always will...to make more cash out of what was just fine several dacades ago put his irrelevant little 'high tech' swizzers in to rip you of wasting more glue than necessary..)
four rings compulsory (if you can't afford the antique landrover )
Anyway ehhh.... yes when the other version starts to drip drip drip and you can't even say to your girlfriend in The Priory " this'll cheer you up Cammy the cash i spendoodled subbing that chappie who needed a coffee well its gone 'n bugger me ended up on the besties list.... DAMNIT tho i wish i'd bought shares maybe we could afford the second year you need in here just to recover from mummie now we've done pater..."
Even if it's only her loot i want, as him there's no hope ever....
(and - my private business i know when she said in our first propper talk " you don't seem arrogant " i didnt know then that even if i did know then 'relative is the most important word'... nobody even a good writer and thinker such as err...could possibly KNOW what 'arrogance' one has to be measured against as every single one in this whole Pestilence Peninsula is a variety thats the real variety: it knows how to hide behind its antique landrover, even disguise of a bit of 'tally ho lets go....surfin like the indigenouses..maybe one will get stabbed in the eye by a walkers ...oops no thats capitol WAlkers' unnecessary walking pole tossing in the waves after she shouts at him NO Moth i wpont tell ALL those lies to pay for your next Rolling Stones backstage pass...'!...and we will be able to embezzle his fishermans cottage the one he hasnt sold off to pay for TArq's coke end of the lines...'.. even i didnt know what real arrogance was having lived among it two years the holiday version and three months the perversion version the real one.... so how could she have the first idea what it is.... their secret signs dont translate even into whatisface's code book the posh one ahh yes Peter Yorke.... would just love what he saw of late)
Anyway there has to be some radio silence now especially as i proved it to myself yestyeraft i could even if by accident: no more new random chats! none.... verbotten.... not even her looking like she's fallen out of Vogue's Christmas eve version held as a 'benefit' to the sex workers of Mayfair.... and only just got bored of it, being the star centrefold.... what a hat!
nope and she smiled at me a very openly engaging one as we passed in a very very dark privately quiet part of her walk home....nope! never
thats it
there is now only one problem it wasn't until the chat this morn i forgot there are about at least five major themes even if all exactly one....
seen in her spurs.
And the most emotive, Two Little Boys....
one, turns out to be the very worst gibber-liar peoplepleaser, in history....
and he was the just one notch down, that slippery pole, at first....
why of course he did. " simes i will think of a way to call her and engage her ..."
not. But worse..... a man lovingly tells you that he knows his own is a 'bimbo', and he knows full well if she does inherit the million quid offshore...
she will become the next level up... a monster
as he spent enough time with them, paying-as-he-went
just to use them most openly as extras in his lifelong porn movie
And yet....he ...even he my once close enough schoolfriend, lifefriend, is so arrogant... to be reminded of that 100% certain truth he 100% certainly agrees upon, by another man his equal, means...
a ghostin' too... thats what you call 'arrogant' and he didnt even go to private school.... but spent his life with the 'guns' who did
who own all of Narnia...and most of PAstyshire
period
thing is a i won.... its merely a case of its on average 3 degrees warmer here than pasterregion.... often five
thats all thats all that matters. 4ish during the day cant think, six or above all thinking is a pleasure....
oops back to meaning of life soon, being ive had far more functional temps than in lasterregion...
And only one person hoodwinked me to leave it so only one person is why im still alive
so ..... the next line is obvious, if you LIKE life which i just amunt sure the rest do....
sure has been boring though waiting for...
see next post, mayBE
