of her woodman hulk JOBBERman.. (she saw my hurtle-'dance'
down her plank and said "what skill!" )
Thing is.... now if anyone were to think about one's 'reputation' or even identity. There is one woman in the whole of Dooneshire County....
That nobody can, or would dare, argue with!
How on earth...!! what evil faerie magyc is this!... when her, technically my lifelong 'enemy', as i am always on the side of the little man, or fox... is my main regional champion! What bizarre twists and turns life took..
Even if all i care about is 05.30 to about 08...
that thing... which is far more pronounced in wintering,
when there really is NOTHING
especially coldish morns of truly no hope
Life is no joke
And the groovy philosophy comes as if..compensation,
even if everyone else except the sixty somethings
just a stupid cowardly stuck, nation
of really no ones
But if we must come soon to the problems
What a moment, true Huxleyan Lords of The Flies
Truculent Teletubbies on acid ...
reflux at the slightest notion
that constructive critique
is the same as love-of-people, potion
The END
