several did get a fully evidenced journalistic EMPATHETIC expose [cute] of the decades of fakes... in the 'land' a few months ago.
They had their chance, and for at least a decade I am merely looking for an actually authentic income stream...
And long ago knew there is only one workshop/retreat/sanctuary or even her lovely "hermitude" course, needed:
How to be actually happy in your new 'happy place' often bought with mummy's L'Oreal shares hidden in the South Ken cellar from actual Nazi times, or ones sharer options from being Monsanto's PR supremo a few decades before heading off to fuck off the whole of the rural lands by lying you are a Goodie... when even you don't believe it deep down inside.....anyway where your money came from is one thing - your business except don't perform it came from being NICE....you don't get a chunk of even Kington never mind Clifford by Hay, artisto-Moor... by being NICE.... however country peeps live in the 'moment' once it has taken a generation to get over ' fookin load of em flouncin' around in their electric powered 4wd space ships i could buy two new tractors for the price of that, BLOCKING my lanes... rather than be up all night as i was lasters fixing my old rust bucket to get the harvest in... and not even get the cost back out of the 'market' of creating it ... anyway forget your past, if you want to be HAPPY in your happy place in the stix, especially when they eventually build the motorway direcly to Biba or HArvey's Knicks .... for your weekly commute...
.. THE only workshop you need attend (i mean fifteen hundred quid i noticed for the latest 'soulwork' con up on aristo-Moor i bet it was in a tent next to the pub for when they start arguing about which verse of The Fatty McGilchrist nonsense if right or left brained :
HOW..... TO..... ENDEAR....YOURSELF...TO ...YOUR ...BLOKE as you will be neurotically afraid of even the midges and moan about themtoo so will need an actually landborn [ish] one to do even your basic jobs like saw your fallen wood... after pissing off all the ex boyfriends and the like - those you didn't steal from to 'arrive' at your 'destination' all Road Less Travelled bullshit and anyway they dont visit as often as you imagined as actually theytoo prefer to be in drugdeal distance from Portobello, or The Priory...
(that is good 'drugdeal distance' anotjher new sublimity
that just arose unthinkingly
- sums it all up... that's why they never leave Gweek for very long...othertowns too i have a list... but its extraordinary even in Doonsehire if you mention that vile little shit filled creek that poisoned her of course as i tell EVERYone on my daily tripadvisor VERBAL version of these chronicles... there being three, the daily unplanned everyone met for a decade gets a BIT of one or other story... the one that is curated and manifested into attempts at some kind of proper book job... they all ghost but not entirely this last February.... and this version which is my favourite to do, as it is pure - except for one bot and his miserly 20 euros a month back, and another who ...well he became the story, too..... but it needs battery... )
ANYWAY now as i told her i respected ONLY her... as a whole day workshop of her was only fifty quid! and she is an artist and ok mind....
But sorry... dancin...
ohh im in such a glorious mood always even now lets have the wangs...
oops wrong one...
was it six months ago i finally saw it..
so ridiculously overhyped not some great 'philosophical tract'
Even if my letter was.... " gee whizzz... when you were The RAt's bird all thiose 3 or 4 years....and if i remember correctly my sister in law for about a week...
" but indeed i have a mental block i know you were GOING to marry the slimey rodent i cant remeber if you did i wouold never have come i know i was invited to MAnhattan ..i had grown out of it VERY quickly....
"anyway you know i never for one second fancied you...it was some vague brotherly duty i still have the photos that day you wandered under the Brooklyn bridge across
" but anyway... look Mia.. the rivers are all ruined just as much by mens deodorents babes hairdyes Extinction rebellion's compulsory every-other-week hairdye
"The River Wye formerly an iconic spot i got a Designated Bathing area put in fuck i shat [drug free] blood to start that but it was me and last year the first proper testing showed diabetic pharma, [i bet Prozac piss was present too but their testing innedquate as ALL the egomaniacs still arguing on the fakebook about which milecule does what its laughable ] ... and by now i am sure fatpill traces...
" luv.. i actually thought you were just an ok plainish younger woman, even if nothing to do with me but i bet my family loved snaring another B list untalented celeb.... ... but when i saw you in Chuck .... fuck.... i actually cried she is so utterly sexy and lovely.... anyway we need an icon who can tell the world that middle aged babes who let it go sexy silver not only become actually fanciable.... but also are helping save the planet...please Mia.... and i saw you say you zare a writer now greart can we have some more please..."
OOPS.... so so so ultra fast ...workshop...
" come and be taught HOW to have your MAN... the country woodsman....keep coming back and DOING THE JOB to the very best of his ability...... always...no matter what nonsense you spout.. and he will be 100% loyal always..if you treat him....
it is ECO NEGATIVE all the chopping and changing due madbitchiness....
as the same houseboy over time does appreciate where the birds nest and which frog may be where..
and economically positive as its best bang for stolen conned Monsanto pension bucks... and thats your business ours is to make it WORK for you despite you...
workshopping inc
i am serious
its the ONLY workshop they all need and also would make them LIVE longer as you at least need a fairly reliable houseboy to bring in the logs etc if you are so sour and full of lies that everyone else has run away
And a real country houseboy never ever ever holds your sins personally against you
you are just a JOB
