In Portuguese, an illusionist is called ilusionista, a word used for both male and female performers
Blesssserrrrrrr...
"louis.... [sat there on a 15 year stretch - lost his little boy in a crash he caused.... junkie, into the even better anaesthetic of performative nonviolent housebreakin', nothin else stopped the pain..... a big pile of books, all in English, that hottest ever summer in the lowest ever place...] whats it ...about!.....?"
" it's like this Simon..... you hear them....when it comes on someones tranny.....every bloke in here, down on his luck, bleak... failure, heartache... they stop dead, you hear the way every word rolls off their tongues as they hum along, with all of nuance there's ever been, between the fifty degrees of sweat drops they have to lick away..... it's about only what we, in here ..really know.... we made mistakes or we just couldnt keep from this ultimate failure, but every day we smile and know real..... dignity.."
And it seems it's so impossible to replicate, from top of the Portuguese pops for many a week
2003
only a few have dared even have a go....
And my my he's still going...
TO DO LIST
SUMMERTIME - still todo
LOOK UP DRAFT SUMMER POSTS - done - you figure it
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
right eee hohh...
As there really IS a project infact war
To somehow attack and destroy the saccharine confected vulnerability of the British library and so called academe and i also have a very good chronicle of many a long chat over especially the last 5 years about how dire and totally uninspiring ALL culture became and its their fault
Most academes or even librarians dont read half real books any more
And thats why 96% of employers screw the self employed DAY LABOURING happy slave to them in their well funded outdoor rotting messes .... We get illusionistad in this land ...for a decade
But i have every second diarised and it must be something one day a bit Full Monty...
as every smallest conartist
(my latest rather good line in dialogues " theyre all so so keen to carry on this or that job on their land having seen i am an utter genius slave labourer mind body in pure dancin' harmony with their job.... their usually fucke dup toolsheds.... their tools... time and motion extraordinaire.... they say the job continues often for months ahead and then one day a text comes in...i guess they mustv run out of their Prozac and.... who knows what as they never explain themselves.. their breaking of verbal contract... ")
i always find immediate major silver lining in their Ubiquitous
Military Industrial not very complex (g=funded)
lies
which has destroyed small scale countryside community as its ONLY viable on the basis of say what you mean mean what you say
(as we need to plan ahead to some extent balancing perhaps a few potential dayrate day at a time, employment if zero hours contract.... )
my business
But how to do them JOBS and live on...
and make every turn of the screw whether upon one
or them
philosophy better
and hotter
than the rubbish Steve moanin' McQueen .is
So...as Pastyshire is despite being the highest car per person land in the land
so sick and self pitying as a military industrial complex doubtless trainin' Hind's would be assasinatrixes
at her Gweek airport
theyre too thick to even know there own ok word, gibber.... so forget it and lets stay with a land which adores real education and never moans either
The land of great words like saudade and illusionistas...
which is a nicer version of the
"lying charmy cunt promised to buy my horse but never saw im again and i saved it for him for months n months the filthy gyppo "...or "that flouncy fancy woman i married promised to keep the land as a next generation farm for our kids if we divorced but stole it and sold it to developers to pay for her HArvey Nicks knicks 'abit"
(as the stepmum of the one Pasty babe who told me the word gibber did infact do ref their 300 acres three generations a farm until...only one acre left for her to inherit the stepmum spent it all)
that 'gibbers' means
