That ole Black Swan as usual was ptiloerectile in her feathery warning: no hope of surviving it
Even I lastersept was melodramatising in a week of maudlin.
Merely based on ... well... the thing above all Them Southerners kindof do i dont believe in as i know its the opposite of a good life, flit from one so called friend or even luvva to the next.
One can only really have great real collaboration when the peaks and troughs have been persisted, in person, in tandem
Anyway silly me though it was good to be reminded then of how even after five years full training in total Wastelanditis all around me then, still, and for sure tomorrow...
Its all irrelevent and things just come up .
when i dont need things, just a base to be sometimes meandering through pasttime things all ten terrabytes or more that i know are part remedy to all your things that font arrff ave everyone more than maudlin
and 99.9,% doling out the dullest dilettante self pitying sensitive saccharine art ever in history which is all a lie as 99.9% are by definition sharp elbowed b*tches ( the one banned word in honour of all the innocent doggies they overcontrol as neurotic first aid for their inner chasm of inability to accept death, as all real doggists i meet agree upon , even if i accidentally used it on an especially happy day speaking with Ms Books i am ashamed of but bleeping is so artless and only for protecting others faux pas if ever necesary) ... as thats the only way you get a SWestern garret or, my only interest, Hay, Presteigne even Knighton ( The Marches) one in the first place..
