.. ehh ohh yes "alchemised" except alchemy is part deep frying reality - i.e. ehh real stuff like up quarks, down quarks through a whole host of other stuff we can't see like muon neutrinos, and even tau neutrinos which sound like the fundamental building blocks of the narniac race, but at least there's a probability they exist whereas much of the alchemic process is ...well it sounds good on their Instagram of even smaller stuff they love to sell for clicks... [thats the part that will never be reality or i shall eat all my million happy-ferrets with kids videos
.....ehh notforgetting they are brutal carnivores who sniff up them kidslegs legs for smellier potentially tasty bits first ....and not one ever even nibbled any of the many dozens of Pied Pipered kids... thats called actually being 'at one' with nacher and dumb animals.... which indeed requires years of WORK breeding zen into the official young breeder of them and them themselves... and being 'bulletproof' when in the past they viciously fanged you as viciously as any (incame) Swesterner babe does you in her dreams.... for not visibly bleedin' in front of err when she '"butt"s you.... ]
Anyway it needs to be smashed in the large hardon collider of all that showoff noisy hard hatted arrogant and emotionless southerner's norm ... into something so bitesize that even the hardest hatted Southerner can taste it and feel the profoundest conceivable wound in her gob.. wounding her soul body and lost mind so deeply that she may just stop for one millisecond and...think...
Which will be hard
But i know how furthermore i now know i am right, even if i knew twenty years ago....
As, even if the real palliative chronicle has stopped in that theres no point speaking with them i now know (on PC duty once removed yesters at 09.50 exactly..)
" my my in the most privileged little ghetto of Biba scarves - thought thats a bit old hat, retired High Court Ladyships have a certain look i can smell at 100m that's whatever catalogue the Torygraph features in their Colour Supplements.... and as for his adventure gear, its laughable.... i don't understand so so many, though so so alone ive never been to an evening event so so many alone oldering away in terrified smiley loneliness, the painted-ons just in case they meet their only future only last paid friend, the nurse in charge of their morphine drip..... anyway ehhh.... if they hadnt all so so hoisted themselves on Eckharts lonesome pedestal of fussiness they may have someone ....nice, tried tested and a bit true, to be bring them back'n forth the morphine shop when they decrepitate. but nohh... they all knew better.... that 'celebration' of solitude would last all the rest of their lives once they saw that one dire article in The Guadian manifesting exactly what they are, too fussy... into something that ceremonially celebrates a long long older age of nobody to share the heating bill with.... "
I now have officially on the record, as the truth, Hilary Lore....son, of post truth tosspots as he hasnt the originality to discover by his own fabulous Don Quixottery tiltin a decade at wet-rotten windmills as nobody teams up to fix em together rural bird n bloke in tandem....as that's the only 'sustainable' way of cost efficiency
and not quite so lonely
making the land....work
...
and the boss ladies (they all are) say
" yes two days a week yes working here on my rot...yea[ thats the biblical version of let your 'yea' be one even they cant keep to] ...." and its all an illusion especially if they have a pic of the dodgy longhair lookin out....
seconded by the sweariest, in her own words " im foorkin sweary. they dont fooorkin...like me..." chief NAzi lanyardist in the land of them....
and she is the chief
even if with her three not very wisewomen
fuck me nobody has had the guts to go into their fabulous very small cave..... alone, as a mere man... and take over
" look im far more brutal than you,.... i fucked Jack straw up his ass 2009, and that slithering so called New Labour extraordinary renditioner [of course you loose them at that point - simple geopolitics too difficult for the Telly Tubbine...so one would never say such one as to speak their lingo i cantoo] and he slyly took revenge on me though i would never for a second ever be able to confirm with every CIA agent in the world bugging every email account in the world as they are good at some things... doin em on a nod in the public bogs round the corner from Whitehall, usually the cubicle 'a deux' if they went to private school so you have to LET GO one million percent of any outdated notion of JUST ICE... you just have to surf babes.....but not on Pastine plastic.... you surf via 'spirit... of cruse...aid'
sugar free... subtlest fuck some of them up the arse before they even know what hit them.... and if there are three of us conspirin' in this ear cave well thats a defo Crusade.....
not a cause as i don't care....
But i do care about comedy.....
and if she chief ferkin wanna-be-pointy hat told you that.... they can look after their 'poor'....
when i know they don't
and also i adore you for your rant
[' ferkin who the ferk does she the fuck think she is tendin' to her 'POOR' and she don't need mine be-lanyarded elp with a trunk of taxpayer dosh........ that language went out in 1979 when the whole world saw religion equals thousands of brave martyrs to come over the next 47 years just to go out in public wearing hotpants on a sunshiney day.... ferkin homos one 'n all.... but i ainty avin some toffee nosed ferkin queen of The CAstle tellin me what not to do as she wants brony points with her 'poor'..... ive gee-had, enough of this crap... right so... orders girls" ]
... in public.... but less of the past all i hear is waffle even from you..... you only actually ever DO owt by being ruder than you sorry, no swearywords the real rudeness ehh can you just listen, i know what to DO..... her already a very small to DO list....
and i know whom to recruit.... to be inner sanctum Judy.... she rather hates themtoo.... give us your number, and one week...."
and there can be no more of a reason to ehh..... just one hundred percent emotionless ponder the most profound tune ... updated no point believeing anything any yanky computer tells you even Getty Images a few weeks ago " we're looking for your old business contact [he lied] Margret among our staff records we'll be back to you within the blink of my all seeing eye.."
which is actual
"spiritual refreshment" i heard on the wireless yesters live, from...here....
anyway all i care about is not to appear 150% gobbledygook, but there's a sequence...
and the first step - all day yesters, is 'securing' the data.... twice
even if it should be thrice
strip 'toff each silly 'device'
as even ICE
more than owt became 'lore enforcement'
by let's have their.....
indeed even The Don i'm quite sure will have had his LAngley
" get me the messages between those criminal context-warpin, producers at the BBC!
and we'll context-warp em back their way
in court day after day"
only because mine is pure
all context shows to be sure
righty ho....now there's only one smallest little issue left
Only once, really 'fooled'...
only once not paying fullest attention, as i did learn fairly well...
Even '93 or four....
" never again, ever.... does one darken, the even darker Englishwomans' door [ the positioning of the apostrophe is as precise
as the nuclear device
blunt instrument
on high, divine instrument
to stop the worldwide, rot
(can even be seen in hundereds of Pieden vids..... not one of them actually just sits down with ustoo and..laughs.... except for Sally i guess but she was snuffed out by him..... one day we shall come to him, David Tom-Paul-Charlie (yes they got the wrong one..its the hidden away behind closed doors ..'I'm such an in demand special-people's guide and facilitator
to my [parents inherited be-towered PAstine] penthouse there'll never be an elevator
only back door
and fuck off if you're poor')
