ajax to OCD scrub their hands of all that new leatherskin...
sweatin into their sweaty ones...
steering to nowhere...
via their satelite navs
that don't work
In my ex lanes...
Now... talking of ex's....
Even if her 'bubble' is the grand finale...
As it is all that it ever was...
Twenty years of to be Pastine 'gibbering'
Or the illusionistas...
(as a tribute band to the superb young lineman
who would have thought that the cheesiest one of them all is the one who just simply got it more perfectly than the rest of em put together...
yestermorn
who also gave me the info no ridiculous little PAndyman will ever UnThatch... "fourty years of neoliberalism"
" i saw you guys from early..i was just watching and enjoyed to see your early morning dance even if you must wear those simply horrid neons.... poor fellas ....but i really am impressed by your speedy almost tango teamwork..."
[ doin the COUNCIL'S lines... in the preheat...in the council fooking carpark..]
" yea we cant hang around... the microplastic lines... made of microplastic... we have to get out of here by nine... as theyll give us [the PFI created] a ....ticket..on both our waggons..."
" so you..only work on council work..for the council... but the council subcontracted parking Rita.... will relish harassing you with his ticket machine.... no no that's not possible it can't be that insane..."
born n bred but he hasn't a hope " my thing is sustainable small farming maybe one day i can afford one in the hills they stole...")
There isn't any point letting him down..
No hope
The academic of the rural Pandy 'places'....from her small city bubble, CANNOT allow it to be popped..
" luv.... oops your my elder ok you can take a bit of leg pull.... ehh i actually lived in your so called beloved green fookin paradise actually not in your vile sweatshop of a CArdiffian bubble.... wanna know why theres no hope for the small farm or even small habitat protectorate.... cos the land always dependided on one thing... even if you hate your neighbour or want to drag his toygirl up the hill into a cave... only by rural honour... mean what you say....could it ever just about thrive.. ' i will lend you my cowgirl to milk your bloody arsey cow that only she can appease with nice fiddle....ok in return i wont run you over with my tractor from years of envy you got a nice one... but you can borrow it back in return....'
"never mind from 20 years ago as i returned part time to the land well actually the 'land' the mermaid facile titittillator class refer to generally means a lot of fookin hard lonely work up in the hills rebuilding fences where you cant get machinery and all that... twenty years ago the first one ... Hilary and co.... would book you for an angoing job.... and it started...
" nope there was ALWAYS some reason for job-o-interuptus... or cancleed..
" twenty years ago it was 66ish percent could never mean what they said..... even if they never wriggled their way out of the BILL....
"by 2020 even around Presteigne up in the hills or the rich landlady RAchman LAnlordess... 90% cannot mean what they say booking you for ongoing work... and at least 50% fiddle with...
you clearly cut and simply agreed day labourer ... rate...
"that is why the poor man hasn't a hope....
of having no or few smallholdin' homesteady kinds of places left.... flies left or no
and why theres no hope for the environment as dont blame YAnkee venture cap for buying up even the second rate lands up in them Marches Hills...
... which is disastrous for the environment as smallholdings are usually better...
blame Mr and Missus..or even Mister and Mister there may be one of them....
... cos only a couple toleratin each other over time can make the smaller landspaces....work... which are better for the environment..over time
as every corporate bigjob is run by a snotty VC from london even in Titley ...
' we cant have that dirty old caravan here.. and clear up your shitty fly food while your at it.... '
... and the mermaid facile itteration of the latest landlasses have utterly NO idea of ...
well the simple truth is they always deep down need to reserve the RIGHT to pivot back into the arms of Rupert or Matt up from the VC city...
as he is the only one who will be able to sustainably...
feed her capuccino or Biba habit....
or get her the fuck out of here to the NZ bunker when the chem trails she brainwashes everyone are there...
retoxify her back garden in the hills.... "
anyway where was i Utterly time wasted no hope of even getting up one giggabyte of the last three ....
Even awaking five am ...
Thats the countryside for you...
she is in charge!
And flies (she agrees the only local sane one) ... are just an indicator species for everything else...too...
