curiously fluid language that pisses in its own nest, except in the not very useful uncontrollably spatter and dribbly ..' modality',
as soon as the DeBotters thought they had the ' alternative' take on it all... then your Kae turns it into a Tempest of truest fakery
really just filling her reservoir
with what it always is about:
reserving the right
to one day ' pivot' the fook off to honeymoon in the Maldives when their do fiereybrand of fake caring fails .
a bit of skimmed cream off the top of the entirely sterilised lifeless persona hopefully in the bank..
in the Maldives of even Bahamas ...
or just a cash box under the pillow every night sodden with crocodile tears...
and not very accurate caught 'dreams'
... yes a lovely word ... right from the saudade textbook of great things from the past
that one just could fight to get back...
( the correct definition Portuguese will tell me to my face ... while also saying " god those English fake hippies like Eartha Love are vandalising the whole of our once sane land with all their fake retreats and temples they bought with fake crowdfunds .. emotionally vandalising their kids too.. our homeland now only acedia ridden swamp if fake Swampies" . who was a fake too, i knew his neighbour from Teeps Valley up in the hills on a Lobdoners media cash... who would tell tales, of his yurt with a big telly n crates of beer in his middling age resting on his laurels and chix still seeking out his fake dreadlocks ... ...)
now of course even the Swampies when it comes to the crunch having spent decades saying we need community and all that fake bullshit .... deep down reserve the right to sell their yurt or hobbit home for
the going market rate
rather than ever
"well if we wish to unThatch my straw bale home..[. like Rachel's Pembrokeshire bijou one so online pimped its daft im sure she gets loads of air b n b at way over the going rate ..]
i shall BE the change and sell it at 75% of the market value or kess thus unThatchin' myself from a vile kand which unlike the EU defines themselves by their castle or even sully little yurt...[errata big and flashy and full of dreamcatchers and pricey Jotuls when a cheap old tent us just as useful......]....so i can still join the Undercover Hippy Billy Rowan such a beautiful flourished soul....in Bali where he would crowdfunded, pop off on his
' i can only write new songs here about global warming in my Bali shack surrounded by naycher and quiet and cheep beer... thanks my luvin many supporters for facilitating my creativity.... ' "
as his twatter would chirp from the about ten years ago and him their ultimate pinup so so righteous worthy its daft... .. and i have all in the fully legally compliant archive over 15 years date time stamped etc as it became such fun to see such birderline personality disordering the day even then.... .
anyway if they have a brain cell left they may just recall the glorious word English at its best before the Billies and Kaes destroyed it...
gazunder ..its veautiful to have it vack...
... one hears of late last few weeks
it means 1988 or 9...
overnight ...
freefall
even if yurts werent a thing then....
indeed i would posit yurts will depreciate even more.
as all the ' festivals' go bankrupt too and they cant con some poor still-towny that the best instagrammer is punctuated with shots out of the flap of the ' authentic ' ... 100 quid a nighter ...
anyway so much to finish off so many audios made the last few months still to upload (they unfortunately use far less battery so i have to listen to the sound of my own dull voice .... and.. all electrix dead now thistermorn.... i put my mean readers before my own very very cliffedge needs... cuntz...go listen to Billy songs.... whom i said to his face 2009 "well youre such a fabulous little slam poet you are the new Bob...." how wrong one can sadly be...I'm no cynic...but i do have perfect notebooks and records of the most glorious hall of cracked mirrors down the rabbit hole that leads to them Mad Hatters partying...
with Billy as their soundtrack so perfectly PR spun ...
except they run all your 3rd sector and community dosh destinations...
and its only ever fun to have the reality of Billy's fetid land...
at hand in my ten terrabytes
but i cant get to it yet as the Billyies (who will of course hunt down the one unFan who tells his truth as i bet he still googles himself every day to see how the grift is ongoing) conned everyone they are the answer..
when they were indeed the exact opposite...
as even they couldnt reply to any nice very complimentary invite, to do some poetry for my small group of kids that year ...
as of course there werent enough paying customers on the horizon blahh blahh..
despite their WHOLE gig being we are of the people and only seek change.. but they DO have ALL the 'community capital' in THE environment...those mid-lands ... all around, vile Dooneshire too... especially as it was Their Source...
And i never even met one who WANTED her back in the bougie-yurt to be his equal out there in the land... and admit he was lonely as she wasn't even there...
because he bored her to death, with his so so dull Alan Wattsian bullshit never mind so fake caring for anything at all... not surprising she sat at home innit making such dull fake art
if she had used him as the subject - a real one...
rather than made up Podger moanin' (i did go and see it in Hellstoned ive never seen such utter fake self pitying nonsense...)
fuck she could have ten Turners under her belt by now...
as i have been sharing the last 3 years
"theres cash...REAL cash...in REAL art about the REALITY of the environment...and even the Billies that caused it to be so awful he fakes a begging bowl to get the fuck away and write songs about how awful it is... what a SUBJECT!!! even if its in at least two dimensions... bit too hard for you i guess, lass [who only have THE voice..] "
