Would one wish to know how to hack every bourgeois little prickery ever?
And why not ehhh.... have 'trust' in peeps ?
especially the odd ruggedish Che t-shirt wearing men
who have listened to and inculcate...
his "Godruss" for example
("hey dont knock Russell!
when im sloggin' away on the buildin' site
slave to the rich shitpipe owneratti
i have him quietly on in my ear and every word,
" you wonderful aware wakened ..."
"wankeratti Mav, its his fault you never actually
DID owt such as help me when i needed some beef
to save my sofa and shelves from the mad harridan Skippy the Burnin' Bush
acid smoking the smoke of her Hemel Hempstead little accountant
yoiungerwoman effnicity still dribblin out of it
gotta tyranise us pauper Woodlanders;
who's side are you on? didnt your awful Clash explain there are only ever two?
... ohh yes, that of the only users, youtoo
from now on...it's war....
to the death via The Word.... all you and your Brand are ever good for")
Take one big brown built like
'un brickshithouse
Twenty twenty year of not just all silver linings
Except one, came and outshone everything else whole of life
A life not exactly unlived even if often a tad reticently
(having 'seen through' it ALL under the wing of Old Man Ralph
as we toiled and sweated buildin' fences and digging (vegpatch) 'trenches'
- the hardest outdoor job ever extant, did out one 15ish inches deep
fill in the bottom 5ish with rotted muck from a great big
MANUALLY carted up to the patch, heap
fill in from the topsoil of the next ajaCent dug down trench
"repeat" as they say - over the whole acre or so
..and leave six months for nature to do its thing
and outdoors doin' real man's work that any human COULD dotoo
I mean me 12 or 13, at best half the bodily strength of the sixty year old lifetime Worzel Gummage type rural man
And woman can get to around 90% of him, if she
actually meant in "naycher"' she liked to be.
all day day in and out for weeks
rain snow
and without any compulsory hydrating waterbot in sight dont you know)
And quite shyly if truth be known.
But not that great year - let go - all the way... nuthin anymore,
imagined as usual like before
to lose.
And thus i made more sort of friends that year than ever in every year until
but so so much more.
(ahhahhh that now confirms it - her..that Bush's powerbank...
three of four [status] lights shining at 0700,
what pure zen methodicalism to have arranged every hour
a freecharge here and even yesters paid one there
plug in the modem phone
and ten minutes later all 'status' lights...gone
another piece of electronic dog dirt
But the real Dog dirt, is that for WHATEVER reason one travels on
and we're always here in wo/man territory
leave behind the bloody receipt
no matter what 'neuroticism' [ now ALLOWED as you will soon see
Heather Heylings recent fabulous "STOP IT" rant i will bring to thee]
goin on in uncommunicative head
thats call bein grown up, AND ecothoughtful
as even the "second best brand" nowadays any adult knows
is ferkin deceit.
why the planet will fairly soon be dead.
Anyway the tragic thing about the other sex..is it's ALL in the 'head'
As (uni prof of actual biology!) Heather a few days ago at last also said
But to start for real
The other lot i just tolerate
because the men.... sorry
for years no longer trusted one smallest jot
As per above yes ok
But lets just clear this up today.
