what's the 'confession' other than as painful as if if all my saviour fine gayboymen had given me one
in succession
and i had enjoyed it, which is as impossible as a ferrit ever taking much notice of a human pretending to be a playful ferrit and being in control
of it
its even worse!
get me a hearse (ohh yes i have a phone call to make about paupers burials (the vic just a few days back, gave me a tip) , on the toDOlist thats far too long such a perfect summer song
terrible as only a fine Frog (or Belgians brought up in that beautiful language even not as beautiful as his, her a week ago) can articulate: has all of human anguish and all of fabulous real romanticism innit.... and you ride the pain of the human condition with eyes wide open, even glazed with the eternal tragic tearyness of it all, or maybe ...is it a smile she is sending me? but no ashrams needed..
"TERRRRRR....EEEEE.....BLUUUUU.....Seemon.... " the beautiful words maybe double entendre but a real human version..
not some sick English pervy-version..
Anyway back to the point ehh i forget and have two important MY STORY pre sunrise notes to get into handwriting..
terribluhhhhh... truth
soon if i dare
(oops i near forgot fifty years on.... to have got THE beautiful one
lastereve to give me a smile
" you live in your van...?"
" ehh i can't possibly answer that question on the grounds i may incrinminate myself.."
i could never imagine having the chutz in me even a few years ago to tackle her.... so obviously Queen 'beautiful people'
And win.
which is of course even if far too late in life..
the key to... censored
ehhh ... aggh too many Kens and Barbies here for me..(not even worth a 'study' of such an ultimate cliche) . the way they Barbie-jog, latest designer backpouch blahh di blahh...) in fact those cheekbones always the same surely they arent born 'n bred
i like the lil' humble ones who ... one day
Hilltime.... but this time further away.
ehhhmmm...
Oh i know what's 'terrible' i near forgot.... in such a glorious week of even my little real friend, she proved something: real friends. One person always gives me the friendly-farmer wave.... that's the real meaning of life. Even without one of em....
the Totified its impossible for them to know how to actually be, wife...
or why a certain person may have had a longer one if she hadn't been so performatively virginal.... and two were in her kitchen so as to shoo away clearly insane, space, invaders...
right back to the point....
well in fact a double of terribles...
one subjudice for now
the other a real enbarassment
(with the friend " fuck all this taking part horseshit.. your lasses... even you and hubby... are now involved in REAL family nuclear wars! who next year is gonna get MORE silverwear.... and whichever lassie is in the losing team... will likely never forget.... his or hers?....
thats what gymkanahs were invented for....
a proxy for internicine girly war!
this aint musical chairs....
until of course come a bit later on
all they can think of is getting their Rosy gear on...
enjoy every second of it...as at last i see you have.."
blahh blahh nowt to do with me even if tee hee..
yes.. what is terrrribbbble and so embarassing to even hint
Thing is Candide.... well now i know
who the only rival was, well not far off three hundred years ago....
And i don't think its a draw
any more
