now if .....
when.
Well, there's only one song and one version.....
'sprivit... no need to hedge ones bets....
" walk with us up the path..."
Now if one isn't a moron unlike my so called only male friend, you will have listened to the bonus content a day or so ago...
And all the audios except you must be as those i like and thus monitor them stats..
And so few do... or they're a bit 'ot 'n chilly
(god its come back my last missed bit! right discipline man write iot down....its the small things! its like autopilot plus because life meanderin' plus them....is the most absurd impossible 'plus' imaginable )
ohh well your'n lookout....
Anyway even if i was so sincere it's daft tellin' To Miss With Love.... real love as lines and a quiet gaze and expecting her to walk away but a poignant delay - she may think i didn't notice but 'twas as if ever sinew and ungenetic but phenotipic ort is that ypic
respeionse was primed to proppell err aweay
but each time she did stay
and say
something so lovely so long i reckon she had wanted to.
was ready to so ready to go
and then she spoke her spoke in the silly hampster wheel, too...
Anyweay to get all non sequitastious....
lasteraudi
the loquacious
simply fabulous especially the elder non-wild-swimmer
Jane...me Tarzan
I'd like to dip my toe in her again
or her front door at least
... so thing is, take one path into them 'ills....
"come alog with us..."
nope lets fast forward i had to go ave a look
there's an inverse squared, of a fine older one in her prime
having propper let go even if takes em far too many Christmases
maybe about sixty nine
(and we just can't go there....)
but always only ever such a full throated fullest frontal pleasure to chat
no bowed shoulders in MissAprobrium or endless jumpin' down yer fuckin' neck
just for saying something not quite to Big sisse'sm kindergarten playbook
(made in Totness and fifty; quid with free medative scratch 'n sniff)
just stiff
yes back to The Answer theyre always tits out chin up look you brightly in the eye
And FIGHT (not with me, them! 'The MAn' the one from "give it to the man" even the very posh birds have figured by 70 whom is the 'man' and who not... and if s/he is sat outside the hunger-strike cell and wishin they would get the fuck on with it, or not)
Shame they never found out that little trick a decade gone, or so infact two
anyway to seem all ADHD scatterbrains splattered across the wall
oh yes it works when i just type...
she even said " and then there was the ivermectin incident..... several dogs were found dead buy here [yes they will still] and upon
upon, no less
investigation
twas that wormin' toxin gave em a bit more than indigestion
(in the lapped up thirsty dogwaters of about the most picture postcard at about a fiver each scene in the land.... )
But the pure art in her poised grace
and absolutely straight unwrinkled not fake besorrowed face
is that she just gave THE information...
As if we were discussing her shopping list
Anyway back to the audio you havemnt listened to so why on earth are you nosing in here you must be truly mentally ill;
bad news no shrinks left, too many mad peeps in the queue already and they were all shit anyway. cause and effect more people do head in a placcy bag still than any other cause of Dead PArrotin' and i bet most of them went to your fancy Debotty 'method' London shrink
Anyway whats the truly important thing in an important day...
The inverse squared, i had to go and see.
And its worse than i had ion my quite decent mind imagined... in fact i couldnt't imagine, a horor movie where really old hags with absolutely no glint ion their eye from giving anything real to the man (for decades) ....dress up and put hats on....when she walked in with her hat it really was as if one had been teleported straight to some yuppie party in Kensington in 1984 ...except for 35somethings, who still at 75 somethings nearly 80 think they may look nineteen if they layer on the whitestuff and wear some Ken MArket fancy hat ...i would never have imagined this coul still exist...
But i'm not stupid...i know it more than exists it is.... the power....
But who would want one millijoule when....
you discover you were in fact, wrong, so totally 100% wrong: (" i just wouldnt want to be around any children these days i recently concluded its just ..". dot dot dot fill in later)
" well that one she's one of them that's going to either end up PM or in [whisperin' in her ear] gaol..."
" i think far more likely the latter.."
i mean bloody hell even has a sens of humour! its not possible for an ultra-yum, i mean superultra.... to ave one of them!
(oh yes the ...damn it the umm.... the silly man who stood his ground "theres hope you know" who is the exact inverse of ANY hope.... as his whole generation never di a thing except say "you have to have hope" ...)
