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did you die of?
Well, as even then they couldn't sit still with a good'un for hours or even days, or even just a few hours with a perfect, simply perfect, truly salutary tale of how to live on, a bit....and how ALL status vehicles - even their showoff antique sledge,
in the hands of the show off, needing to express emotion via something external rather than just go for endless, without end, hilly meanders on the landlope, are a lesson in life, on how to actually live....
And despite all the 100 years solitude caused by the endless moaning merely cat-fight jealousy that nobody got such a wonderful one out as her, so blame it on the men or someone else ... or a some assumption... well, one great mind, once, got it all in to about the right nuance .... and balance - or even lack of, and cause and effect...
So yes to quote the usual showoff tv man Mister Herridge, who didnt shut the ferkup for a few decades until he had something original to say....
even if the sincerity of nobody cared about the fact that Miles had rather a bullneck, of either hue, even that age....
and thus suffered for his actual 'art' unlike about two generations of late ....
"There are many ways of telling a story"
Never mind even if I never say so what, as when the real story began twenty two years ago, of them...endlessly, well... ok ....
With those truly one dimensional Mister walker user-men, all around.... who then transmoggyfied into the kiddults...
Well, of course ....
music is utterly inadequate when it comes to telling a 'story' - the Walker men wouldn't know as they all became onedimensionalates, too mainly cos of the wrong shit musac, that is merely some sort of sugar coated mirror which was so badly made you couldnt actually see any kind of real reflection, all those 'filter's hiding behind showoff car windscreens...
As even Miles found to his eventual despair...
to be cont
