Now.... so having survived three years of them*....

 Who would think they matter.

Or is it whom....?

And, wrong word as 'and' implies an ability to think in her three dimensions, never mind speak in a couple at a time..

I don't want or wish or need to be thought a fruitbat  living ion a diet of sugary nutjobs.

The job always, just surviving their complete inability to be frank about their disability...

Not mine. I laugh at the tics ... admire their persistence... pull the fucker off, no tool required, and unless you squash them between your nails or veganly relocate them back into nature...and seeing the leaflets on their limes...

Remember her bitterness, no sweet, just bitter....selfcrime...

Taking THE job and then never even replying to the letter about the local buses....

A decade back at which point I knew there was no hopemaking, just their words...

(the saddest ever, her Nutcrackership, a year 'narfback....: " ive  been checking out the new kid on the block, Rupert...he makes sense"... whilst taking under her fine wing, an Arab to her bed)

Anyway word of a whole lifetime, even she wouldn't understand is all that's been longer than her lifetime, aesthetic.

Just their aesthetic. 

Aesthetics, rhymes with pathetic, innit.

(i REALLY DO HOPE THEY HEARD THAT,  ON THE SO CALLED NEWS: Giorgio gets one of the bigjobs....  that's what you call poetical justice; "bodily" being faketoo.....indeed only who can con -  the biggest revamp, vamping... with his ......

In fact the whole of a dull life, number one vamp - and her  big showoff moggy.... all they ever did was try to absorb so called Iti style and designer ....drugs.... Giorgiotoo, disgusted me, alone..... and of course their Temple, 

    .... 

wow to have heard a second one yesterday, aanother African real woman - so fabulously frank and open.... 

"it's just a little bug.... and I decided to take the risk and breed....who knows if it breaches the borderline that separates it from me....  "

ahahhh Radio Bowie, missed it...     

 never mind Missing something else.... 

what one doesn't see is far more interesting than what is shoved in your earhole day aftyer day, when it was never indeed there in the first place, as one would never ever ever hear any dull little Londoner music on anyone's turntable whafting out of their flat windows in the 80s or even nineties... as being i alone had all his lps, and gave them the proportionate amount of airtime wafting out of mine, about 5% of general musical proportionality based on real poetry....  i would have noticed 

     ....where was I now when a Yank has to attempt to popularise the term.....

From Narnia's 'top table' the other day:

Mariana Mazzucato believes we need to rethink the way we manage economics with government and business working together to promote human flourishing. For her, the problems are deepening inequality, the climate crisis and declining public trust. She is Professor in the Economics of Innovation and Public Value at University College, London where she is the Founding Director of the Institute for Innovation and Public Purpose. Her new book The Common Good Economy: A New Compass sets out how the economy could be designed to serve people and the planet better.

it just shows how even if they colonised, invaded, owned.. and spun their way into being so called lovely super community babes of the local supersweet community.... a decade ago and getting a truly brave and pure young woman on their filthy drugs....  how truly thick they are. Being i have a decade long chronicle of using that term as THE  actual cure to all your 1/4 of you on their prozac...  which shouldn't be capitalised as that's all it ever was capitalnothing...

And there is one thing more metaphorically gunshooting than a mad yank going into a school a few times a week to take their emotions out on 'class', it is a Britisher when you use that term near them.....

where was i still in brackets, 

 ... yes... 17 May 66 a snivelly little rat makes a sneery comment about a heckle, which Michele had second sight of ... 

 

 knowing the archetype would be one day outdone....

his own featured in Les Particules élémentaires

.... a mere amateur

Next to the one whom,  i bet she wanted to shag Giorgio... 

Anyway had there been some aplomb in response back then....

pure art, rather than as The Mong told me a few years ago " i wouldnt bother being a tourist here i think you were right as if you had second sight even then fourty years ago.... .... the Italians [my neighbours]  just copied the pretty picturesque of them Greeks who got there a thousand years before ....... Iti's,  load of feyboys nothing new to say under the Tuscan son... every silly Chelsea bird thinks she may one day conceive.."  

 )

Now...t'wasn't the plan, a real man has none.

Lives one hundred percent in their so called " 'Now' ...

[where is that note i put in through her letterbox? three years ago...Powerin' me on  ....'.luv, a decade of your con..... i was stood next to Marc, in the telephone box,  as he was dying of cancer despite not ever even having a toke of anything never mind your feyboys so called skunk.....  in fact it was me, by proxy getting you to Driss on his behalf which is a bad translation of Le drissery that is your tragic pathetic little life of only ever misery

dressed up for community

where you don't even have the imagination to ponder how YOU could assist him to see his children before he dies Zoe having abducerated them and she still claiming british worker tax credere...via your house.... 

that was me... i asked you via him dying next to me him my mere proxy you having so pickled his brain with all that years of made up 'community' and 'bliss' and other bad words you jambed into a slightly open one dimensional door so as to remove all protection forever  from exactly you - the one dimensionality of nothing in your words... corporately...  we know as your corporation was nothing more than a Ponzi scheme to make you look goodtoo... even if your debtors put it in rather less inteligent terms... pay the fuck up what you promised merely my agreed extremely modest indeed spendthrift expenses, except that five quid comic i bought your boy you promised to reimburse that week.... in picking up '  your ubagged factoryfarmin' dogdirt left all around your kitchen floor.... ] that's actually doggie abuse even if i woudn't dare take a pic.... or put it in these chronicles Montaigne would be jealous of if they ever get even begun

Mid summer and a bloke looking all Priory-recovered from bohemian past lives walks dfown the road its twenty or more deg

and he must perform, towelling beclothed dog

Anyway where was i.... except not the s;lightest interest in anything in Their South... (except the Iconoclast  but Holy Cowmilk is expensive and of course one cant have the wrong 'vibe' which may curdle it... it must be horrid to have to smile like an actual mental defect every day at browsers of her 'wiccan'  fayre  as one thing the so called 'spiritual' as sure as ferrits are ferrits don't have is the dimension that was evolved so as to enable the laughter to actually come from the belly, if it turns in on itself and eats up all the bullshit humans spout... )

Where was I before i was so rudely interrupted, by the inability to say ANYthing....

sidehustle yes that's a good example as to how 

ALL Italians... that's not a 'generalisation' as the ...to quote wordy old AI goes and 100 when four would do: they never DO anything....[in his movies] 

Paolo Sorrentino’s portrayal of women in film is heavily defined by a lush, highly stylized, and undeniably male gaze. Across his filmography, female characters often serve as objects of desire, mystery, or embodiments of profound, unattainable beauty rather than fully fleshed-out subjects, though recent work has begun to challenge

Or rather quote every single word i have ever heard from any Italian man " my wedding..."  thirty five odd years ago when no Englishman would ever dare not use the 

...The word "our" is a possessive determiner (often also called a possessive adjective...

one which suggests its a combined effort.. two tangoing

Anyway yes so Fausto is allowed to go ALL the way....  get all Munchian screaming into the absolute sickboy, madness of every horrid little Vespan fake .....

Whereas Mina is required to not gush or even 'squirt' as they say...

She is held back by dilettante little squirty bourgeois production values which say something that says everything ....Felliniesque, when she the actually GREAT film directrice of the 60s ive lost her name for now... made a great film...

Define them*, even the scientifically  ascertainable Miss oh Jenny only Italian MEN have weddings, of Sorrentino's general-total,  sexist piggery.... 

can state, in the tough-love, its tough love, and a 'friend' tells the truth-talk, perfect art in one scene

" a life in tatters like the rest of us..." 

....which is actual 'community'...  and humanity. Not here.....ever

And there is definitely a word missing from the language, i can't find...

Indeed now i know why in fact his "prammy" was not in fact genius...

He had me suckered in...

To the real missing word, that has to say, something like, only a baby can't actually ever take, comprehend....  in the fact that other so called humans crawling around the same kinderlands.... are exactly the same, humantoo....

But they're fucked humans, Now....

Their god Gabor, has now turned on themtoo...

Those who bought his act for so many years

 

 

Even if nobody got, except me, when it all began... at the turn of the C

maybe a year or so before

 

At her Montessori-style, even if they're too special to have given their style a name even if straight out of unaffordable (i had thought, there, then)  Guardian Colour Supplement advertorial.... campfire.... that night under the stars ...

" you mustn't generalise..."

If only then i had the tough-love manliness man alive to say "shut the fuck up you will ruin all of civilisation with that prissy precious thinking of nothing but your own little lost solo alone dimension that fair dinkum is a couple as you don't REALLY want to be here among the cow pats.... youre only doing what was in the style mags...

And generally speaking wont be able to afford the gentirfying rent update unless you really do rev up your con....    furthermore women only got the well earned vote as some bloke stood up in  the Patriarchy and said well if we let them in they wont GENERALLY all vote for some swivelleyed loon called Farage (oops that's bad Oggle can now spell him)  one day and anyway they already have a lot of power behind closed doors maybe in fact more than their fair share....  even  Georgie girl didnt moan about some position only modern day morons do that refer meeluds to...  https://lithub.com/justice-for-maggie-on-george-eliots-most-underrated-heroine/

 I’m always on the watch for Too Much Heroines—women who, in the face of patriarchal dictates, cannot or will not contain themselves emotionally, sexually, physically, or intellectually. A heroine like Maggie Tulliver, one who, over the course of her life, is considered too clever and impetuous and exuberant, commits the gravest of crimes: she occupies space explicitly denied to her. Maggie emotes with lavish immoderation; reads everything her brother does, and exponentially more; and, as a child, thwarts attempts to render her a dainty specimen of girlhood. 

......You READ her great book as a young man and you come away with the simple one un'thwarted' feeling....Maggie, big girlor small 

was the boss. And had the better mind by far.

Period.

Or not'....."

Now that's interesting...

 Meu coração está nas terras

As someone who almost always prefers female vocal to dull blokes

Indeed i think there is the parable they needed all along

Find a castrati, and package up every bit of off-chop from them all, ever, into one man, Mister James....

and fair dinkum i think his version is better than Else's.....

Which took some doing...

 But back to Meu coração está nas terras

I wouldn't have dared even hint a week ago ..in their Highlands .... " my coração [ a word often used speaking with civilised people in thgeir tongue which is connected actually to, it] ..... just near exploded seeing you alone [ not the sex crime version but the complimentary one YOU ONLY HAVE A BRAIN THE REST WENT MAD]up there sensibly attired in your red hotpants .."

But the big question i aint hangin' around to ask, it's MUCH too dangerous:

"why did you alone, introduce yourself nicely ...humanly...in the saudade way .... of 'my name is' - demand i know it almost....... before it ever even occurred to me to take such a dangerous old fashioned simple nice ordinary mindful-of-nothing, other than just simple propriety... wonderful lovely human step... even up there on your five grand nag... .?"

Anyway what was i going to rattle out ...?

no not him we will get to him at some point even if too late

by about twenty years

half a battery wasted already...

And him forgotten already - in so so "nice" community ive never actually seem before someone come and park using the caveman method of assessing how far back one can go into the "space"  - listening for the clang of metal upon metal.

 ehhh...

A nope it will end with MY Atomised  timing  ceremony to MY anniversary ... nobody elses, mine 

ohh yes so one doesnt't now wish to be thought mindless 3ish months ago i am still stuck mid sentence about something...

along the lines of 'now i get it'

The english (hint the other 'nations' will never get a look in and 'twas ever thus..no matter what crap Radio Bowie may perform....  having studied the London lanyard in all their artless glory, very carefully)

Being purest flanner.. giving equal credence to no people, merely their actual acts...

Borders only something imaginary down below in the swamp

So occasionally - infact extremely rarely do i ever ever look at anything else anyone else ever 'posts' about anything especially "what is greatest guitar piece ever" but in a weak moment midwinter 

 fair dinkum i hadnt focused upon it too much at all,  indeed HAD focused on the " ....this is a rather good word picture, 3d metaphor for the whole of society at large..i wonder what major intellectual societal Dadaist or even surrealist insights along the lines drawn by  André Breton (the movement's founder), Louis Aragon, and Paul Éluard - [stupid unintelligent fucker wont let me turn off its highlighter pen... ] inspired  the so 3d words of one of their few good songs with some deeper meaning for sure! ?   " 

Now...  several years ago one noticed one person above all with nothing to say, at angsty performed 'longform' greatest length .... other than performing " im such a hero not playing a gig in jerusalem.... "

Yet another  'activist...and musician...'

certainly one of the worst ever rhetoricians

neigh i blame their infantile babyism on him alone...

Anything to get attention upon his little bubble of just him

With nothing adult ever to say

Such as .... 'we'  lost.... retire with grac

And just recall Her truly artistic Iconoclastic brastraps of 2020 that perfect day her on Stasi duty

 she wanted me to picture as she knew i alone got her iconoclextsacy

actual Beauty

 (that picture has five dimensions and two only her and i know of)

Anyway..... ehhh....yes.... "where is that creep from... bet its Surrey or some pastiche of it .... ? 

"and while we are here ... what was that song about that inspired the so called best ever guitar... ? what inspired it ...?"

(this around the time of several greatest non events in history, one being theyre off to see it..)

"comfortably numb .... surely some intelligent Camus-like refection upon  the existential tension on her glorious Tightrope trying to keep your coffee from spilling....as someone is twanging the rope to test your manhood and promises, properly.... no safety net..... ? something intelligent ... now lost by a pestilence of Mumforditis all over.... 

"Ok have to admit Mister Gilmour does get to that place surely inspired  - indeed created, artistically tense-wise, by knowing one day his  co member will be the biggest prick in all of rhetoric ever ....

" the purest [™ Oracle girl Industries - i wonder is she 'registered' it, as if she did it would be an actual criminal offence to defile her errata their purity in their context.. the context of them... ] artistic response to having to  even look at his ugly mug spouting vainglory day after day..

fair dinkum the most beautiful of arty farty screams in his  two 'phrasings' with his axe.....

" but whats it about...? 

" ..... the little prick stubbed his toe and needed toenail surgery and a Valium to ease the pain..... and thats what made him Comfortably Numb.... now i get it.....

"hark whats this..... ?!?!? ...i didn't REALLY get it, until..... 

" he went to..... college ....to study to be....

" an...

"architect.... 
" well that really DOES explain it.....  not only did they ruin everything but my whole life testimony to never trust them one eyed monsters  - utter pricks it always turned back on their own inadequate little worldview... ..

" so they gotta spoil my nice simple oldschool quite adequate view....

"never mind write the worst one dimensional moaning nonsense ever in history.....

" Hmm but what about mister axeman ...? what did he study? ...ahhhahh as if to prove our point back then, 1980, university part of the woke  sick little neurotix word of unimaginative everything-phobes... who will go on to make up every single load of rubbish especially prozac can cure you of you....not having ANY values...  and to cap it all, his dad a scientist.... a proper one dealing with blood and guts... of animals no wonky drug flavoured human nonsense... reality"

Now.... all i know is... one in the family is bad enough.

All can be explained!