On the second red alertenday
(she'll never have me back despite her wildflower habit)
" moan moan moan.... midday, no hat, and only one cup of water in my bot
to save weight
I tried to die...... only want to but didnt have heat stroke, nor any other of your afflictions....."
And more important than anything else,
there isn't any 'key' to the rusty padlock
NOR do you oil it, so as to unlock .... any of them
Long ago i discovered that losing is the natural state
How.....ever .. the matter that is anti matter,
to all that ever mattered, even if lost.
Is collecting up all the swarf (mixture of ground off metal and grindstone dust - the side effect)
from below the grindstone
which will grind you down as there are a far few bastards around
And anyway blessem they need to win, poor things
And deftly shoving all that swarf into the rusty lock mechanism
That frees it. At least in my sane dimension.
It's the exact opposite of what they say the lock will need
And only that engineering process may just, in time, free up all of it.
And in fact even if my rusty hole is long ago filled up with that aqua vitae, gunky swarf...
And i knew it worked....
Well ok it needed one smallest catalyst.
Exactly! there was no catty list
Head aside - that 'look', i must still describe
when one began the perfect conversation.
All three.
Anyway if i forget and die before i do
List. Almost by some miracle, that little American book -novel,
well hot damn! ... I raised myself on Edith and even Mister Cheever so as to know what booze does, to all and sundry.
And have to admit Mister Fitzgerald could be truly beautiful. Though pretty much only interested in pretty City boys one assumes. And being no cynic i agree that even if it's taking rather a long time, it was a start!
Had the French Revolution not happened, leading to Mister Paine to wish to do a bigger better Disney version his side of the pond...
Well not 'his' technically...
Having failed the civilised side and nowhere else to go
Nevertheless so many 'universal human rights' projects all over the world were inspired, by the copycat one...
Anyway hot damn i thought she was black...
But at least she was obviously propperly daddied and also secure in knowing he was doing the right thing....
Before A. C. Lee became a title lawyer, he once defended two black men accused of murdering a white storekeeper. Both clients, a father and son, were hanged
Yea yea even if such a completely different part dinosaur part mad Utopian kindergarten American literature was certainly inspired too by them Frogs....whom inspired those big fat statue chisellers...
But i have never found a TRULY modern one..
I mean one that kicks into touch all the old stuff, all the stupid god fearing bullshit...
(except for Edith i guess)
One that also tells a woman's real life story in real life, as it is now like it lump it or get over it...(inadequate statement there, needs refinement) . so superbly.....
It was impossible to find this...
Mister Cheever's really rather ennui laden modern man and his alcoholic doll (always makes me think of THE great British writer who wrote me a letter in my mid 20s that was unlike anything anyone else had ever written.... and then she became a lush....and is teaching your children....)
And then in an act of never despairing kindof boredom i picked up this strange thing..
written late 60s
NO stupid Hate Ashbury or whatever showoff fake hippie stuff, even if set up the road...
That book should not exist!
And being an antiYank (as we knew to be
from the splendid Tariq Ali
racistly i always forget to be first equal atop the podium, with Pilger
even if neither had the balls to say what they meant - Britain maybe just a tad more concentration, camp CIA
as the pomp and performance so brilliantly PR developed so as to con the whole rest of the world
of course not here...)
voodoo hocus pocus to continue, soon....
In fact really, as we meandered the hills me shoving swarf - years and years of it collected, almost up their noses...
And them not even irritated....
Indeed nosebags were invented for those immune to sneezing
That won't be understood in a land where EVERYone is performatively 'allergic' to something....
(the actual data stating actual official rashes you come out in pretty much constant; rate of reportage of something bringing you out in a rash.. double if not treble.... the way you all went just so
wonky
should be a comedy, it makes me snigger so
as nothing could, them... as they know like me its serious, and laugh out loud at it all for that very reason)
