As per mentul elf material made 10 july ...
at least that date will stay independently of my perfect chronicles
... that Saturday at the higher atchin tan ( the miracle she paints that word on fake bohemianomobiles) ... the very real minor dread at the likelihood the feds
will be manhunting...
and give me gyp over 2 baldish tyres... and a rattly exhaust
never mind some paperwork problems
and my alibi
although at the actual ' hanging judge' for Dooneshire's pad ...
.. the real one with bigwig ..
wont be able to save me from the crusher
anyway talk about bleakness but only for 5 mins....
or that night...
And a knowing i have to leave this terrible territory....
As there is only the bleakness ....i rather like its restful...
no point talking to anyone ... ( as per vid last early winter) ever
none
zero....
I go and randomly explore my way through a while bloody herd of okish rather good semi revolutionary ok minds ...
And have ....
( yes but herrr fridayaft meeting her, the one i do care about, thats utter frankly fuckedup weird magyc !!!... )
hmmmm.... and i was scheduled to have left a week ago...
weird
