Saturday, 29 August 2026

Now..i can't 'rush' her.... (the OLD Americans)

 Is what i say to myself, meanderin' past her front door...

Always thus far a welcoming scowl

(and the untold stories well the very best one my MOST enjoyed Englishman just a few months ago me bare chested to him tittilate

scything and mowing her gardens in the heat

"   ehh up so tell me about Beverly Hills ... just back from i hear, mate..."

A fabulous obvious gay-marketeer, top ranking adman, errata brandman,

"so tell me is it still wuwu tyrrany just between you and me?"

" i was at a top admguy party just a few weeks ago

someone chatting about someone they don't know...

and all of a sudden you could hear a pin drop....

'what did he say!? ... we heard that, RETARD... get out the mop

wipe away the disgusting shitstain of a man and his banned word!

was the zeitgeist, silently....until i heard...

the first snigger, then whoop whoop! 

you mean at last! we can reclaim our fave hurty word!

perhaps at last we are emerging

from all that can't say that false hurting"


Anyway i know i can Russerrr... "whats the BEE in your fabulous unworn fancy bonnet!? i need to know

 you alone have set me aglow   

you alone are liberty

and fuck me you make me laugh

"rertard, ive got you!

is that what you think of me?!

of course i can manage to watch these films, and think in the dimension

you imply beyond my comprehension

busy, just building my kitchen...

to amuse you as Perinesque Grot, art..."


Now....so rushed it's daft

as i have no interest in 'now'

only three 'narf years ago

fuckit down there i must go


And untold stories no one can ever see


such as how  in MY Borderlands, come 2017

They came, serruptitiously

Nige's BREXIT bounce...

the nice  FORMER SOV immos in a bit of a trance


no longer sure of sanctuary

so...

so untold, begineth the real actual  new immo monstrosity

American 'evangelical' so called churches, golden visas given away like sweeties

(as they had already infiltrated Midlands so called  'Free Schools, for free

'only mutual benefit, you pay for the building and and your hundred grand visa you can have for free')


I know where they all are

and exactly how they treat their Amish babes even photo'd in Church Stretton

struttin around in the Coop as if its still the century before the last one

he never of course out with the shopping bag

too busy back at base, on zoom with the lawyers back in the mother country

figuring how they can get planning for the next charitable rewriting of history


now... nobody in uk moaning snivvelin' little journalistic remoanery  

has brought you actual reality


good for me


However...

so be it clever them.....

sneak in under the radar paid for by snake oiled anthems...

in Vudu churches (interesting how the Horrorfordshire pastorate

 are only WHITE!)


so be it let it be...

and they defrauded even real history


However... as i am only internationalist i from time to time seek even a middle aged smiley YAnk for a reality, chat


But of course so busy figuring how to get THEIR share of local authority or charitable grant

too busy for even a cuppa at Alice's restaurant

(i know their culture better than all of em put together after all my bestie called me up in Beograde that night

was their perfect childwoman,  " is it all right with you

 i trothpledge with him rather than ...well i know you do.?"


anyway so be it...


But every single one faked their entry credentials suggesting philosophic intent

or even spiritual arty ... they know how to con theioor way into this rotting tent

(Yank Elizabeth even embezzlin HAy castle from her bloke, 

divorced him for one little non QE3 poke)


But thats them, me i like real history


"So ...ehh back in your homeland do they have things like hoarding disorder neurotic little pisqueekitis?"

I would like to know reality, merely so as to have something real to pass on to our next generation who all have UNDERSTANDABLE 'my small things' - like their smells, spots and smaller things from about 2010 frights..

global warming Syria dawning....

 

Nope not one ever can ever have a real homeland conversation.." back home they even hoard their  tooths...."


 (the dead version but so lovely to see at least some brothers who collaborate rather than shoot each other, in the side... one day i shall turn something into something from which mine - yank infected,  can't hide) 

Anyway all i care about is seeming really quite one hundred percent with it, which only true 40 months in the desert-on-Wye can bring daily as if ...


to be cont down to three percent


its quite extraordinary how every one of MANy especially in swestershire yank invaders.... 

can't ever have an even slightly mature conversation about their own society

whilst stealing from this one... monestising a fantasy (ohh many an example in my chronicles, all for free)


Too temporary trite a nonculture, oops that was their Oggle which can't spell hell, their nomenclator, of course they come without one of them, either..

and then try and monetise why ours are all just not quite as they require...

in their fuckin Vudu choir...

some may call that the ultimate infection

( them ALL every one being germophobe)


of Disney

i call it just the epilogue of their awful bible, by Mister Mcarthy



anyway ehh  every lil unwoven thread i maintain in my totally sane head


The Serbian priest ( full essay soon) 

is right... ( a fragment of his fine mind, randomly i found)

but wrong in one body of christ was reborn as the only

pukka remedy


hahh hahhh my algorithm welded at exactly one hour thirty seven and a bit in

perfect art authentic, subtlety



the anti Marcher and Swestern immo song.... no One cares about those poor fat unloved Yanx...


the remedy babes of the Lowlands not stupid....


not gonna extort them with my snakeoils....  and potions and .... royal jelly fruitdrops...

or fake tango dance

most of em too fat anyway

but for the yurten field or bijou workshopspace

they can pay


as only one man dared subtly

suggest

Ians gang maybe not the last of the  " greatest"

errata  Mister fine,  i hope not dead yet, priest