Well, it began in the nineties...
With these awful men and their 'raving' rigs. Indeed any 'rig' never ends well.
And then they began to tell their huge congregations of drugged up sheep, pretending 'ecstasy' that they were having a good time. Despite being up all night for days.
And a human can only be human with plenty of kip.
Ahh the problem!
A so called 'international language'
English being the 'Lingua Franca'.
I mean even that sounds like some moron took too many pills and was up for days trying to regulate his throwing up system so as to puke up, what was already 'embodied' by their fake chromium/ashramite smiles, before they had even ripped off enough cash to go to an actual one in India or on a proper road trip into the Badlands...
Her horrid Youessay...
Which even she, the perfect one i knew long ago, that Young American...
wrote this early spring she wish her father had been sane enough to abducterate her from age infant, and return her to safety...
His German airforce base (or something like that).
Anyway merely in one phrase, Lingua Franca, the Babel is represented ...
even if their English was more perfect than any American and almost any 'native' of the language, the one they spoke more perfectly than any other ...
As language is three dimensional. And i guess includes time. So indeed there are about five.
And one of them, merely for a smallest bit of structure, or framework, is anniversary.
Even if they are always silly.
So, ehhhh..... the lies, even if lie is a horrid judgie word, for think before you speak. Indeed if your values arent ROCK solid - which can only come from decades on the quicksand all around, shut up.
I mean in the strangest setting ever, you meet an interesting one - a 'black sheep', and she lies " my marriage is over.." but thats ok; what wasn't is how when she was caught out being wonderfully human and mixed up (van life, us listening to Van hersong in the back of mine, after doing the 'nature' thing for hours on end) she goes and runs off to a priest, except of course by then they weren't called priests any more...
No by then these awful younger men who had taken too many pills in the 90s had gone and devoured bullshit 'scripture' and started to try and lure the babes or their 'support' = POOR, LOST, Hannah's loadsa wonga, with meaningless fancy words like 'eschatological' - and it worked...
The other problem is show biz that even lured me in, in that my minor guru was Nanci... nobody can conceivably have such a quiet calm peaceful soul as Nanci... never mind use beautiful melody that the younger generation has chucked out like a baby, genitals removed before their even first bathwater ...
In that even if i never ever ever would wish to know anything about music and who makes it or how, its bloody obvious that the 20th c was indeed the century of melody...
I mean even Mister Rotten opened it all up with a very melodic couple of bars which warmed the cockles
pretending to be antimusac
never mind 'anarchy'
Just melody
In fact i bet he even had a church service for his near and dear on their departin'... just fake
But the worst of fakery....
decades i though the white guru was all warm cockly inside...
always made me feel warm and authentic
Indeed asked great questions,
in her songs of two dimensions
the second being " well yes but no.."
But then in a very rare lets have a look at her in 'real' life, documentary a decade ago
Ferk me
Nanci ..
sixty
ish
SO SO much angst and sour
unresolved daddy issues - her own words
my ohh my the pain even if always all in the head,
screwed her up like a lemon flavoured wetwipe dabbing at her eyes
and she died of it so before her time
In other words if anyone thinks that they can ever even slightly know what is in any American, they are as insane as any one of them
(except in supernice ultracommunity town two weeks ago the rudeness!! out loud about their Miss Appropriator of hocuspocus community leader ..identifying her for all to hear...her YAnk halfself.... the one she profits from.... . even if taking so much public money, well that is allowed.... but its meant to be a lovely friendly 'community'.... i love ONLY incongruity*)
Anyway...i needed them for a day never mind the Paulo Neruda approved " a conversation doesn't begin until we have been speaking for an hour"
Even if we did understand....
everything.
As all the words are nothing
When the body language is real.
* it made Suzi laugh and she is the exact opposite of me... Nige fan
ok even she has her limits, " that Lowe one he's too low for me"
