As Mister Mccawber maybe said... is money in the bank as long as i have fifty percent of a morn, left in the laptop all is well even if it bankrupts me before Ive even turned it on only to turn you on...
(* as i was attempting to riff with the self so called 'journalist' yesterearlyeve - wonderfully foreign, even if rather gut rotten by her years in Narnia, ... i noticed the inability to stomach the 'truth' even if she was selling her story of traumatic fuckery... or rather no more fuckery...
" and the stupid literati have a sport of adopting a new word every few years and endlessly showing off via it without really pondering its meaning...... we had 'curation' a decade ish ago, everything was 'curated', then liminal and not one EVER knows the actual definition of that gorgeous poetical word..it means what Yevgennia did she rode - surfed even, the empty space up there where only the Sputnicks could perform their stuff... that 'boundary layer' between life and death one slip, foot wrong upon her magic carpet and fucked.... no tailwinds merely energy of trying to say what needed to be said despite them....and only momentum of a jolly good pathway ahead there's only ever one not silly roads less or otherwise travelled.... .then 'pivot' come their bourgeois Apocalypse of 2020.... they got bored of that one after a few years even if my my when the newsagent confirms to me..." I'm on strike, no one phones me up any more not even to book a dirtiest ever job, i love em but ......i would have been entirely at home in Ivan's gaff.... picking the undigested bits of sweetcorn out the poo trough as fringe benefit of that 'dirty job'.... ... ' " " yep..its all STOPPED..")
