Good job i remembered that one, if an actual chronicle of the performative neuroses is to be put into the annals which is all i want to do, about lasterregion even if no point even nicely telling anyone that in any English region.... and as for the other bits, they never even learned to read...
Yes, so before every Tom Paul Sam and Harry comes along and anoints Haidt as the true prophet knowing the reason for the great infantalisischism...
(And i gave up flying airborne craft when digital became the 'thing' 27 years ago even if only because i actually loved the next generation and would put her first no matter what my sexy needs may be... - never trust the fuckers - quite interesting 'spoof' satellite data has been sending peeps into mountains of late even if it doesnt get into your news... even if its a bit more complex in that certain testing places in Youessay block the gps to try and figure out how to outblock the Ruskies, and good ole common sense mountain pilots of that region forgot, how to avoid the mountains, without their gizmos ...and merged withgthem into all of divine eternity
Never trust ANY fucker who is only digital i am not....
And never trust anyone in a van to be human... (he awoke at TEN this morn despite full sun and no materialistic product to keep the rays out of course they all must have now.... forgetting its products
Profligate use of
Why just maybe they'll do a prebathtime, Bath babe, too... rather wrinkly perhaps from a tad too long in one...
Anyway... now it seems pretty scienticfic that laptop on your lap or even unmediated antisocial deviced jambed in next to your balls, due the heat...
may cause FAR FAR less infertility than those cute little xonos...
which we never will understand cause and effect..over a 'lifetime' or at least the fertile part...
As as sure as ferrits are...
Anyway When the this lot..
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when they started to emigrate and its a free country and i would not begrudge one even a nice long walk in the countryside they say they are in divine harmonious spiritaul at oneness with all at once..
yet i never saw one go for an actual walk ..
And when i went back to the the ultimate (early adulthood) true earth mother of them all at last ... 2018 that astonishing year..
(gets a whole book one day) despite being a senior SRN many years at The Countess.... and a day spent around her kitchen table choking on her extremely strong spliff fumes...
Clearly there is a point where '
chronic' becomes sadly personality disordered fruitjob..
" where is he.....? [ she only wanted to try and coerce me into being her customertoo"
" wanker.. what a creep.... he's gone off for a walk up the hill behind me... fookin ell .. what he wanna do that for..!!"
Despite her seeing me the nett product of nearly 150km on an old pushbike actually across the Eastern fringes of upsy downsy Snowdonia, on the officially hottest day of that red alert one day a year no waterbottle nor hat... to get to her...no matter what....
only curiosity ...
But i do think sadly that there wasn't only one cause and affect for dead patients at her work...
Anyway... now had they been able to remember a simple phrase that i am quite sure even Rachel Carson got into her 1962 "precautionary principle" ....but no, as soon as they began around 18 or 19 years ago whatever 'g' we were on then....
The 'elite' began to cause division with their " you arent as good as me as you have a mobile phone and the death rays they emanate are designed by the government or Mister GAtes.... to give you cancer, sterilise you...etc.... and also they make my inner frequency really sickly.."
TO BE CONT!!!
why didnt i know about THIS one... i mean save the best til last! for adhering to the first three commandments of the wandering poet.. attempting to write the worst poetry history never imagined could be - even worse than Vogon
Its even got an ace signal inside! when usually their waste of stone blocks it out ...
and I am finished off... just when i have the perfect one of a handful as never be seen the same place even twice in a week...
IN fact there is a deliberate error in the above in that its not so much the ones who perform 'Rainbow'
or I'm too-sexy-for-Glasto
(even if paid i would never go
i knew the madness of British crowds thirty or more years back )
Its the proto wicker basket tribe the already purified inside..
firstly by their aromoatherapy
then 'detox' compulsorily
(and one has to say even if i dont think she quite understood .. the evil BBC yes ok but one has to keep up with the zeitgeist and occasionally
yesterday for the second time in six months
one of the ones that tries to be facts based, based on checking them
" ehh.... these supplements .... sliced toast or bullshit..?"
Even if as usual they miss out the more crucial element being ANY expensive product .... i mean imagine what 'compromises' one of Mister Musk's harem must make ... so as to be able to afford the special Space dust
super musk....
being on the hamster wheel so as to even buy baby Muskrat a hamster always has a nett effect and its almost always negative on lifeyears...
no matter what liteyears
in the future, he's conned the whole world will be all splendid and
(i do occasionally speak with even rural younguns and its scary they manage to get his name into the third sentence always... nobody told them that money never ever ever makes you healthier deep down where it matters... nor more at peace or centred as there's always someone sniffing around even your own accountant....who just may be there only for the crumbs..or try and whip half the cake... or all of it if you are a really moronic dad of Withnail....
ohh yes i forgot then you can go around for the next few decades telling everyone about your evil accountant ran off with all your loot....
performing 'victim'...
Now i know, or knew, someone so so much more of a genius actress than any of his.... and i googled just a week ago " .. xx..' wondering if there may be an obituary...yet..
But then if you go through live living only on perfomative ... self pity.. and i wonder when i first realised and named the word 'fake'? if only my diaries of reflections went that far back...)
reality is i guess you dont have any friends left to stick it in...
