Now.... even if i discovered I am part of the mass formation psychobubble Miss Informin'
Even if merely for fun.
You cannot have a better endin to it, nodding off in the empty heather and new gorse floweration...
A whole perfect fourty five minutes, earned...
And awaking with a bit of Stevie in your ear.
The nice quiet one. Which is me, especially when later on walking down you encounter THE 'landslide' but as the header thingummy says this is happy times, only
So yes a nice chat with the welly booted young boy atop the hilloclish nag with mum and dad " your mum must be one of the rare good ones left, everyone else would call her a child 'aboozer allowing you up there in wellies.. ponces .."
But how was i to know 'awakening' from the best ever mid afternap...
to Stevie...
I would be taking the perfect socio realistic rare bird photo, a bit later, entitled:
family. a real one
or if one was intellectual in a simple way, and knew what saudade' means, rather than the fuckwit AI version which merely copied the fuckwitless people version ' a word that cannot be translated' ....
saudade we can get it back...as the Portuguese actually say privately to their confiidantes.
An hour later... " they loved it but no unicorns yet...
" so how old are you .. five....ehh six... [ the neuros never meet you in the eye aged...] ?"
the biggest unneeuro diverged into frruitcake smile in fact almost looking a bit swiveleyed...
" five ...tommorows my birthdayyyyyyyyy...!"
a little later.
Mum, a REAL one: " you're right she will i do believe be in lead charriot sh'es an utter terrorist you know..."
" i could see that the moment i laid my eyes on y'all...well done youtwo....!"
