or maybe....to
morrow
now... this channel does not ....what is that smug showoff statement they all use " reposting does not mean you should judge me as having the same Nutzi views as the ...."
or reposting does not signify this channel condones the worst dress sense in history and why Vivenne Worstwood had to come...
and do something....
however.....
the way she caught the symbols, symbol for...
I mean how on earth does one sum up (i forget bits of my audio tangents which dont quite loop back full all the way...
but it is the constant " they... the big illuminati/world economic forum/Davosinians.... " rather than the true evil enemy them St trinians
who's useless drunk teachers failed to tell them that all that individuating the uniform and all that expression of myself
is so dull it's daft...
And how to waste a life saying nothing as they learned not how to say anything even when you get the full Whitehall lanyard and have a minor 'crisis' and a captive audience
such as " enjoy.. the big slowdown and learn more about the self the real one not the fake.."
Back to Pete.... and random feed, i mean if rather than blaming it all on Palantir, or some other nutty techbro...
If they had any imagination, they would merely styate " go to your doctors every other week with some new undiagnosable complaint, and that'll fuck their plans to adopt "the greatest resource of data in the world upon which to train Big Sister..." they supposedly crave after
oops errata they already do...poor Big Sister
Anyway yes back to Pete....
Just reminiscing, but i dodnt think i have encountered anything out there which is the exact copy of almost every second of my particular life, from about midfeb in that year...
MArch twenty twenty just hit the road on the rusty old (green Party ruined) bike
may.... like Pete switchin from banjo to drum and then some funy old mouth organ
lets get doin some real social work... even save the dyin junky...
(not poss too dangerous to be alone with any "bird" ear and several supposed responsible good burghers
corralled to do what theior badges had said for years, ears and eyes of their fey community
well time to be the arms of it too... or at least av a coração
(funny how them Poertuguese it's every other word, with gesture too, beating it)
Anyway despite getting thin
on often a cupboard bare and livin merely on that teeth skin
And last September ohh woe woe woe IS me
no way i shall get through this upcoming one in the very old jallopy
Almost all the time
I mean im the m ost relative to incommings "cost of livin' crisis" crucified of you all...
Ultra simplified ultra rationalsed 'food waste' a foreign baby-language
so yes.... social workin
setting up a whole free girlies riding club in the country as bad as yankland for false nooky allegators
just cos she said she wanted to go home and put a placcy bag over her own nosebag and end it all....
at https://illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com/ except it seems that may have gone wonky
and i don't lie as just for existential non-angst reasons various things i jotted frpom the beginning of that glorious thing
95% of the time mojo 110% and the greatest ever philosophical upskirtin', of the silverest lining in history....
and your not even allowed to write the book of every second feeling like a year so much rich nothings that are all everything
cos everyone else got moody
Shoulder-slopey...
just dopey
stupid...
blaming microchips poised to go into their powerlass arms
when the most poised and graceful decade of a whole fairly poisy life
began and continues
despite ...
but at last i can sum it all up who BEGAN the border line...
oops your borderline personality, defivcieny
we have the very words. on tape....
clue, he used his son... made millions from him.... in today's money, billions
Conned you all he cared to give Peace a Chance
When all he cared about was a Jap rumagin' about in his underpants
And that if he left their Liberty.
Eastbound back to sanity
See his lad ....
unseen many years
No more will he hear her tears
"John, child, if you ever give up that childish grape...
maybe it'll do its proper Job
and i shan't have to plan my escape..."
which would have done the world a great big favour
made room for real artistes, who's dad's
well, if he had lived .... i know would be number one raver
" well 'twasn't for me.... but it may have been just a bit of me
not running away..."
until .... dying in the actual arms of his lad
on tour, son and dad.....
but fuck the only member of the younger generation who out performed..
out souled
outshone'
where them ferkin katydids gone?!
otherwise better
to the letter
but more important purest heart
bullseye with an even sharper dart
because that one evening, that one boondock highway...
to their dark pools ....
time to play
nothing for milers
shot snakes at the styles if they had them which they dont as ...
nobody told The Founders about rights of way...
people died for, the English philosopher, forgot
there is no ocean
no political commotion
decade or century
when your every sense is at peak Southern Belle
and them katydids startin' dads version
well, heaven, hell
thats all it ever was
chirp chirp buzz buzz
rattle rattle
the one moment you know why you bothered to have been
born
alive
Anyway balls to that even if....
All that matters how on earth can it be communicated: every damn second i mean even lastereve skinning teeth ....
never gets me down...
generally jolly happy
(and io think i know now even her ..sssss got one of em Borderline uperselfinurses.... all the way....except there is a sequence and i have a little film from lasterOct that shows, i always....just go with smallest mercies as only their Kush,
ever seems to have got)
ok one week to live.... only
