" well yea i dont believe in anyone much but i guess as YOU mentioned Soccers maybe had a bit of it right but not all of it.. two folk encounter each other natter and via some too-big-word dialectic method three is created... so write it down... yet again i am impressed that you recall our earlier chat when everyone else one may as well be pissin into the wind.... "
As discovered in the solo dialectical methodology that beats (oops ... SAbine on why McGilchrist is a fat whisky addled loser believeing in adequate science as always perverted by holy vests and their interests..in never picking holes in theior own mefodology.... as Lewonitin so beautifully informed in Doctrine...rippin you off for a hundred quid for his made up book..
LINK!!!!!!!!!!! soon)
Soccer's sham version....
Other Peoples Jobs... to write soon, and this lot would think they get a mention, mere amateurs beyond comprehension
in a place where they never stop to think..never mind landlope.com
They have nothing on, them..
as the audios yesters i think said making too many just in case
" ten quid an hour to merely shovel your shit...or rebuild your fences [ you could do yourselves, i'm no expert or anything special, i just stop and think, and then shitshovel, as a splendid one i see has rebuilt her own]
" but twenty quid [ this is old money, late 10's prices before the fuel prices went up and terrified into headlight lit bunny's eyes syndrome, poor old lonely things figuring how they can afford the gas or insurance all that 'living my best solo life' maybe wasnt quite the best policy...never mind who may come knock knockin on their door or head,...if they live their best life alone up in the hills.... ] if i have to listen to you moan about him outdoors .. and your marital problems..."
But them.. even if The Cornish gibber i think must get a mention, having given me the best word about herself so farmers lassish... and on the spirituals and dodgy drugstoo...
behind her bouncy smile...
otherwise they're all too-busy amateurs here, As against the Queen and her beardy king....
scene: with my rare gift to self, new bluetooth headphones twenty quid.... all morning in paradise digging her huge pile of horsehit for her really rather ignored very hilltop roses for years [ one can always tell i mean if nobody has fed them a decade its obvious that the 'perfect couple' ..aren't....but i don't judge i just DO..the job]
very much enjoying the twoface song half the day...
and then as the day goes on he comes along and mandominates via his ridiculous shiny not very muddy, newish, mandigger....
you could have no funnier a scene as the local (presteigne) most super abundant community-beardy always there at all the gatherings of the 'beautiful people' with his charity neon jacket and begging bowl..
super 'green' entrepreneurial operation in the hills ripping them off 150 quid a workshop, of a day at best...leasrning nothing but how charmy-beardy he is in his tailored trendy workwear and chopper
Anyway her and i had consensus as to where TIME AND MOTION - me caring, for her every second on the paid job, in her silk purse, even if she has to change her clothes thrice a day - one outfit for the morning yoga guru grit, a second for cooking lunch and a third for coming outdoors and titillating her slave... as we would both enjoy ..her act.. rather than just wheeling the barrow perraps that may have been better exercise than the compulsory morning yoga sessions with the guru.. a long drive away...
But nevertheless the real farmer or slave loyal to his mistress plots the best usage of his limited energy - her having vamped a fair bit just for fun.. REGARDLESS of her...
" best place is i wheelbarrow it in from down the hill ... is exactly there so as that main pil;e will serve as efficient repository and then a smaller portion goes there... that pile for that one there.... then max efficiency distributing it with minimum distance and ruts to climb over there there and there... great ...we are a team..."
extremely efficient usage of her man's time and every motion planned in advance for her pocket.... indeed against ones own best interests in saving at least half the time on the job if not carefully aforethought through...
And then along comes mister fancy green machine (having hidden away all day until now likely addicted to phone porn in his 'coppiced' woods, as half of em are...) and... no.... never mind having not bothered to fertilise their roses for years despite their lie " we are stewards of our lovely gardens" usual horseshit...
he cannot listen to the polite man and his plans, on the job he has been on a few days....
.....and no must get his digger pile of the last lot...
there, exactly where both Mistress and slave had agreed... is the LEAST efficient place to place it
and the .... rumpus caused me to do what i never do...loose something in the emotional rumpus (and superb material i am trying to record in my minds eye as to the whole con of all of them) on the floor and ...
never again find them, buried in muck
he of course never had the humanity to assist in the search for a little later on
fabulous chapter any sane publisher would snigger at
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what !!??!! CHAKKA, has taste as GOOD as CHAKKA... even if theyre fake and proves she is real, her disc one thats not very compulsory sisterhood or brotherhood
AND ..is a FARMER
god thats it the greatest conceivable smug limey mistake in life ever..it was .. "is" ... could have been
and couldv been... " limey i think i like you....you can touch them if you want...
" ohh well be like that.... "
