Now i really do 'get' it

  Back to Tuesday, cont from the one the mad illiterate one that couldnt even dream of having ONE dimension for all their trillions as it put a perfectly nice little one behind a warning.

But it can have it's wonky little way

the rules of life are don'

t even bother complaining or appealing. That's whata real wo/man, IS. Knows they know where the line is.

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cont....

" venus conjuncting with saturn, means be kind to everyone, today..."

Just the start. Hopkins, heroic Haidt..... to "Gabor is a slithery eel..... " 

Anyway before i was so rudely interrupted by an interesting proof that sadly they have all been mentally disabled by your web  - i don't use it other than to confirm my unbiased pre-web learnings that are splendidly balanced and sceptical  and certainly un-officially'educated' (even if what a good start whoop whoop  " that American is a venomous snake..."  my my she's their regional cultural Joan of Arc, and a halfbreed too, even if only one half gets monetised, but anyway  that's not very nice, top-of-voice, either, in their Temple) 

Anyway, despite pretending to be trousered, for provocative something or other, way before dumbed down Daum and her like were even a trickle down their great grandaddy's inside leg,

 

one of the first greats, wrote great books about no sex acts,  as no good mind speaks of them as they are boring to speak of, never mind write about, as its obvious Colette was at it with 'intentional' embodiment' from very young and rightly nobody should be interested - the great writers are 'above' lowering themselves into the mere mechanics or politics of what is just run of the mill, no jogging vest required...

 ...

ahahh reprise

only because 

for whom sex is something that doesn't need to belong in any book or conversation as it's merely what you do whist figuring out if you have the same intellect, philosophy or  scepticisme... between bouts of splendidly artistic ennui. 

Anyway Wendy blesser comes along three quarters of a century after Ms Pantaloons and sticks her awe in bigtime, best ever raucus  real version of the mess... really very rude ...

Writing and being publishedtoo, in a way no man would have been allowed. Then or now. 

every purple shaded word and all the spaces between them drips with unfulfilled or even messily fulfilled erotic madness even sex crimes...  and vicious double entendre  

what a babe! even if the post-modern victimhood-their-only-currency brigade seems to have forgotten this little matter, of one of the best of sellers ... 

Even if it Misses the point which is Colette evolved beyond unnecessary smut and titillation-smut three quarters of a C earlier.... that sex is something to do, alone, hidden from prying eyes,  that's if there are no drones around....

Bella's dad didn't explain to her as he was too busy collecting really atrocious silly first-wave,  foodie books via my bookshop 97ish to 9ish...... 

never mind something even worse, for  his bedside from his own rag

(but a few years now of random nice inclusive chat and at least some have read it, not one noticed " did you notice that TWICE in her rather good oldschool pukka  book  avin' a go, at HER OWN PEOPLE.... she brutally attacked her OWN FATHER's newspaper.... ? thats a reasonably well esteemed lass... or maybe speaks of something else ?  of course stupid ex private school interviewers dont ask her why... theyre too thick themselves to have noticed")   

(merely my notepad, reminder to self find the simply genius bit demonstrating that punctuation matters and post modernism is for kids who's parents down Gwerk couldn't be bothered to learn 'em rite

 “It opens up the text to multiple interpretations” is the student’s defense. Ginzburg then writes on the blackboard, “Pardon impossible to be executed.” She puts a comma after “pardon.” It then reads: “Pardon, impossible to be executed.” A student calls out, “He lives!” Placing the comma after “impossible,” it then reads, “Pardon impossible, to be executed.” Ginzburg asks the class, “Should the condemned man be executed on the strength of a comma?” The no-punctuation student replies,, “Could be either way, I suppose.” Ginzburg, a loyal Communist Party member who barely acknowledges the plots swirling about her, finds herself in this no man’s land of political “commas.” Watching a colleague dragged off by the authorities, she comments, “I’m sure they know what they are doing.”..)