Even if it takes a homo-erotic marching jig! to get em pullin' out their fingers and .. going with a truer ceremonial flow..."
Now 'back in the day' when Fakebook wasn't and in fact one of my only ever two fine Yugoslavian 'friends' was ...
WHAT
WHAT!!!!!!
WOT... THE EVIL OF PAROCHIAL LITTLE CUNTY
BBC
the first equal greatest Yugoslav writer ever of that female persuasion, ever, died ...
and i wasn't told...
Never mind her shufflin' on, on my birthday... not that it's got owt to do with me except we were propper facebook friends back in the day when real human beings only had about fifty and it was ..friends...
and i was her official UK blackmailin' British MPS to buy it department, for all their constituency...well at least my buddy homo Keetch who never told anyone he was and thus we never knew or cared even if he was quite 'out' in private places like the pool, we met him at once, he was as he was a fine man who did what his constituent TOLD him... "read this or else ....you're a ministerish of guns 'n bombs... she alone tells us why ...to stop so beautifully"
oops from my file 'images to reprise' only cos she has to be double reprised but has nowt to do with this...
.jpg)
Now..in an unintended meander around the Former Sov satellites
(dare i tell her - my words are perfect i neither said i had been, or had ever had one...i HAVE technically been in Ruskie airspace before The safety Wall was unwalled... THATCH the only one at the secret pre unwalling session of all Euro leaders who said "NO the Iron Lady says no"
SO. Alone, or just me and Rick the Yank homo banker president of Bankers Trust ... my my he was sweating it was wonderful to see his panic, as we wonged our way outbound... and the instruction book was crystal clear: diverge from the permitted track, in and out, of East Berlin, one measly centimetre and you'll get a big one up your bum...
...so dare i tell her, "i've read ALL Ruskie books in translation ....or nearly as i thought i was a bit too above man of the peeps Mister Pushers...")
...meander...a long one without any doubt the Polski's are UNIQUELY a screwy lore unto themselves...not in any boozy Lech and his disdain for solid...stuff, and faking solidarity...
because the real question always was who were you before.....? much of the region suffering arrested development as soon as a real revolutionary, Vlad the first's project went a bit cock eyed over a lifetime or so or 50 million one can only guess...
(as i tell them, go to Stare Miastro small museum even if moved elsewhere, see the Canalettos ferk me its like Rome crossed with Paris or was...... opulent beyond their dreams...and all they dream about is how to get it..back.. but telling the world you are ultimate victim when it was all a tad more shades of grey... is never any good for anyone....especially the teller, it takes YEARS to actually understand, to ones detriment ")
Anyway in all my meanderings over a lot of the world i have seen ONLY one simply perfect and effective bit of protest art...all over Poland in mid 90s....
being they had a rather big problem of killin' their own...via a bottle of petrol as they are driving
the real home made vod being as powerful as decent petrol rather than the watered down stuff they would try and pimp to all their so called countrymen...
opops i lie i have to repurpose someone elses, last time ever
all around the lanes and lil' byeways there were lifesized boards at the side of their The Roads ... the 'the' i think was earned even if adding to the deliberately difficult read, so wonderfully effective it worked i do believe...
obviously making a point: put down the petrol as you are driving along or you'll get a bloody ghost on your windscreen and that will be even more effort to wipe off, than the petrol drips on your tie
(I do NOT preplan this is a one hour battery i have just grabbed with not a moment to think and i only wanted to write 1 line.."take a memo to Slavvers maybe she will still talk to me i bet she will she was a real woman.... ")
now...all i know this is why you need elves... who don't run off on holiday when they had a fairly fine mind and we were courting just one such Roseland Polski just for her...even if the ultimate duel purpose manipulation
for both their benefits: both quite curious about a 'new experience' ..maybe even with each other, on the only romantic spot in PAstyland...
exactly as i had planned
IN my one-track mind..
being said Polski had another Former Sov best friend
My quest could make Candide look like a dull case of infantile jock itch (as someone knows)
Anyway back to the point, Slavvers the true beauty, first equal Queen, of tell it just as it is.. unpolluted by being told, as all English writers do, what it is why and what they want you to think ...merely based on their ridiculous little sick heads that know nothing but how to fear their own farts as they may make living in their own personal spacebubble uncomfy
(except Rachel C and whatserface Isabella Kathleen Rusbridger)
Now only she could perhaps tell it to the Gen Zed ... with authority as it should be.
There are two ways; One be the embarrassment of the world hosting a despot and his hearse.... with national homo erotic marchin songs down whatever The MAll is in Beograde
OR.... get the useless showoff really ugly cos she made her own face ugly by shit art, Marina in and do some actually useful performance art
Every Serbian Gen Zedder should be out along the line.... painted black, expressionless.... emotionless noticing nuthing....
And show the world what they really think of some awful old man in long dead past...
And what the answer ALWAYS is...do nothing. Certainly don't rant and smash up stuff. Other make the best PR statement in the history ever of all these stupid sad old men...
cmon cunts...help.... find a Serb...now not fuckin later
NOW.. its not even Winterings time yet to pouffe yourselves up and feel sorry for yourself i get up every day often at today 430 just to try say SOMEthing usful..
mass email the Croatian embassy and find someone like Slavvers... even if i doubt she could be repeated, to appeal to those who were on the wrong side of Ratko's nasty little habit..
make them all go.... and stand in line being nothing, but alive
when he is dead....
And one snigger, off to the Hague!
