(that used to be a term of endearment ' someone call the yellow van'. Now a majoritarian matter )

 Exactly!

now i left The Lowlands when i realised every wannabe snotty 

De Botty 

so called bloke, of so called London (or more likely Surrey drawn there by the most evil of all them Pudlians, their fey george...culturally Miss Appropriating some conman guru's con from the so called East.... even THEN  ) thought that stickin on a tai-chi dress made him a man, or maybe less of one in the eyes of the scaredy cat girls...

a long time ago having fully appropriated the so called East in parallel with all the De Bottine nonsense cribbed from some babe-foot-binding ethnic  bullshit that thinks there is a ..

errata thats a modern version even further polluted 

(" theres so little difference Thomasina... your brain,  mine....your whoremonal and endocrine systems far far more in common and samey,  than the odd difference they frett about and turn into an INDUSTRY.. that just grows n grows.... .") 

Dark half (Yin): Associated with shadows, the moon, passivity, cold, and the feminine.

Light half (Yang): Associated with sunshine, the sun, activity, warmth, and the masculine.

as soon as someone first sat around a fire around the 70s i guess uttering this nonsense t'was all over.... and they all went Yinnist... which is an insult to babes as its merely a matter of the hilltops are a bit more sunny, and real-energied,  and a fine Alpine woman, or two,  can make it up on the second hottest June day in all of history, well the bit we can maybe see, just as well as a bloke... without panting

and without even one water bottle between them...

now the saddest things of not being able to live-stream up to the high stream is one cannot inculcate tension...

will one die?

unless i am an ally and assistant to infotain youtoo as its all the same simple one book

clearly you have the same disease they all have, hot and colditis...

(as i told the Northern artist at the weekend in respect of our mutual acquaintance who teaches the worst version of it, as we mutually agreed upon  " she did write ONE half good essay on her art,  the snippet where she said the last thing you need, so dont want it!, is any interest in your work EVER....or any compliment... your art is only for you in your head and only your head can appreciate it,  all that you meant blahh blahh something like that..is wisdom ")

And you haver to train yourself to be immune to the hot days when 230thousand irrelevant robots page-impress, nobody impresses me except the mountain goats (f) who  know that camels are cheats  

Anyway...... did one get to the top....? and without a stroke? later