you put 'coração' into their 'search' and it has pictures of it stripped back and taken to bits
when how the bugger really works....
Even i am pure Henry+ pondering quite deliberately rather a long time
(on 'standby')
And rather a lot happens even if it's never 'owt ...
(thats 'nothing' to a non this-turgid-islander)
All i know that movie lastereve (EVE! i love the winter even if there hasn't really been one, for the real human timing is wind down sixterish...
and only when you still can think
try and think so what's the 'message' in that one?
especially as those eighties into nineties were so new and interesting
too much, so at the time, and it's great to have time to revisit in ones head)
So, i don't lie, and am'nt flaky
(of late the inadvertent not deliberate research mission - merely marooned but don't tell anyone, even if being marooned is what the philosophers can never dare to say, best for the mind if day after day, errata, year: yes why were they so so flaky?!? I never really thought to dwell upon it as being flaky - definition, around their South East nineteen ninety two endless thoughtbubble: " well why on earth EVER make an arrangement, beer in Notty Hill, coffee at The Bush... ? Shepherds know that the neighbourly arrangement to meet up and pull down as 'community' the flocks from the 'common' - or as we said 'mountain', was written in stone
as that's the only way you get your flockssss home...
no matter what you may 'feel' about some neighbour you dont 'like'
if all arrangements are provisional up to the moment, they dont even have the manners to cancel, at the last one; and you are sat there like a lemon waiting for your phone to ring, maybe explaining why they're not coming
when its too late....
didn't do as they said they are ..)
Funny thing is i was about to jot, in ones twenties, well ok ...
some arrangement, and then something else comes up, but truth is it so rarely was like that - even me
not exactly a fan of humanity
It was infact honourable to always keep to the plan...
mean what you say
But at the same time understandable, if it doesnt go to plan
well, there will be another day...
so be patient, though one didnt then have the true zen-pivotism
inside to, make the most of where you are
though i never need to turn in any new direction
as I'm lucky, the one then, even way back then almost fourty years
Was the right one, and i'm oldschool though ultra modern, and like the look of it with the 'u' even if supposedly out of fashion by the 18th century
Anyway i've yet to read a better book than Silas or Scarlet and Black
though Bridge.... hmmm....it still bugger me, is me )
now...if i write 'katydids' it's merely parody
of the way the townies that spread out into the hinterland
from suburb especially (where they're most neuro, summit....), city
and whatever they do they can't just accept ... boonie...
short form of that lovely word boondock, means nowhere nuffin.....
nowt to lose
so loose your fancy showoff words just "cricket" will do
And those ones down in that not quite deepest South, but nearenuf
those too-few nights
only time though i ever saw a gun pulled out at night!
i can still smell whatever Bridge was between us and them....
all one, as only a Southern slow cooked jambalaya
can melt into one pot, and create a whole,
recipe, never again repeatable
they go and turn into some duff marketeering word 'alchemy'
nope! ...
which to quote her man....
the great Master Tyler....
you gotta lose to know how to win....
which reminds me of one OTHER thing...
get the RIGHT choir in
And even Master Flouncy... becomes Mozart plus
And beats any mere self pitying requiem
In lust only to live...
oops i was meant to get something in that chimes with jambalaya
back to that one great line about her tyre
or two, of them ...
Brownsville somewhere never been,
dont even know which bit it's in
but you know its hot 'n sweaty,
beyond any picture archive held even in Getty,
.....we're going all the way til the wheels fall off and burn.....
is that one place that one evening, crickets showing
off .... callin' out across the levee, to be even more Yank
at your own risk, walk this plank...
thing is did i get stuck halfway?
I still wonder to this very day, indeed all of yesterday
But nicely, merely a three d jigsaw puzzle
but.... hot damn! i still recall the lingo!
don't they need a muzzle!
Anyway back to business,
And infact lots of them last few ones ...
" seventy three or four internet can't make it's mind up....
his lifeforce, fabulous energy...no wind up!"
And you could say it's almost all there in that one moment.
Anyone, eighties into nineties that wandered this rather samey planet
yes heresy to say so... but i know
one chappie, a bit ranty....
" there's a universal line
and he alone is crossing it! ... it wont end well, damnit!"
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NOT FINISHED NOT EVEN HALF BEGUN...
BACK A BIT LATERON
.... and summertime yes i mean what i say
always, every day
