Friday, 24 July 2026

TO DO, part one of loads ..

 especially if i am to really get that passport app in

i will probably have to duell  their only one poet,  who maybe isnt fixated on homo erotic marchin' songs...


so  ...the miniscule  parasites in the stolen blood in the tick's dull grey flatiron grey

  bloodsack

upon the  bot's bum

polluting his head with De Botty

bollocks

all seventy books of his multi level marketing scheme 


youre ....all mere warm up act for the real men



.... and as for yestereve... " god ...i wouldnt sit here on your doorstep with a roll up luv ... i would  bloody well stalk her all round town ... always... ...look at her landlopin' up the street back to you, not just legs of a gazelle and dont she know it tartin around like that.... but her jokes ....the moment i met her... that subject even, the one we arent allowed to even consider as subject for debate in she goes with her sharpies ....... frig me she was like some cure for everything, every single stupid thing gone wrong this century,  in her first so truly vandalising sentence to me ... she is perfect.... i mean she holds to account 

every silly bitchy bit of cant everyone else does by default... 

just by her persona bein' extant

 i told err shes got a responsibility to unqueen the current old hag and take her rightful place owning the crown god only knows how ahe got it it no longer exists.... never ever ever... let her out your sight   ....  in fact if you dont already In your little girlygirly  games .. i'd chain her to your big brass bed and...

" in fact i'll eat the key  as tribute to something from another universe where metal is still for real

and for good. "


" i know..."