I said to myself yesters if i have 5000 fat fish in my shoal of aimless gorpers i shall share something chunky - almost a proper book thing, written in March...
Anyway so what a perfect last day, of a near perfect rerun fifty years on, even he ..."don't tell the girls espsh Ms sportscar, i am just old enough i can remember every paradisical moment of it and i bet that so interesting book doesn't sum up the atom bomb....
"it was the Uttermost [she liked that title the ultra beaut] bodily beserkerism of that long hot sweaty gusset filled perfect summer swelterin' and nobody moaned we just grew into it...i spent a lot of it in a wildflower filled meadow passively partly hidden in perfect privacy, perched so as to be around a wonderful friewndly sweltering woman nearby as she knew and i couldn't unknow... with my My Family and Other Animals probably Rosie and her Cider, too,,,
"and then think, ok it may have been a tad resisted over there in your Eton lands, but that august as we played marbles in fields lined with cracks providing natrural obstacle course for our lil' balls...probably even had found Mister Hillage and his sweet old Hurdy Gurdy.....Master Rotter, and Siouxsi were in their summer-smelly sweatysock odourated teen-spotty angst and rageist bedrooms plotting something that even Serbia could only dream of in their youth movement of so called new age electoral politicalism..."
"well one things for sure we need SOMEthing to shake it up...[not exact quote but the body language was even more ad-enoughist]
yes i remember it hurt..it was so vibrationally scary nobody could believe what was happening.... just left us lil' boys in a shock and awe.. nobody knew how to respond ...but even we, knew it was good..."
