Now...who is as big a fake, as them Moth and Raynor Winns, Lennon monetising his fake 'love' for a son he hardly ever saw

RIGHT BACK about ten days theres me working away as usual not a moment to think just switch on and type...

and i get rather interrupted by real life...

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when he could afford his own fleet of learjets for the daily school run...

Never mind  a fairly rubbish so called kids book, about some loser lost in space...

without much REAL 'philosophy' to share... he almost takes the Winn prize, as having been 'there' - for several years night after night  -  lonely up above fierce mountains  in a death trap (owned by Foyles Books' dead owner - him shagging around, too; and so meanly maintained it may plumet at any moment )

Antoine just didn't 'get' the totality of being nowhere in reality anywhere at 4am over even English hills you're on your own and every smallest change in motor rhythm you know is a dance with death  not even worth writing down in your notepad as you simply cannot sum up having everything to live for it so beautiful especially over Rothbury and the cheviots but at the same time you are doing this silly thing nobody ever could relate to so theres no point caring if it blows you up.... or even the oldschool 'adf' needle has gone wonky and points you into a peaktop... 

there is a state of being that I am not in the mood to exactly recreate in words but Antoine didn't get it either - too showman, too much for his book...

That really didnt leave one in the 'place' where actually doing the mail night after night in hostile territory, in  does get you to.. in obviously 'inadequate' old private schoolboy's  death trap...  

maybe best put as " oops that engine sounds  a bit rough, ohh well have another Serbian coffee and fag and try not to forget that if i empty the pissbottle out of the small  storm  window on the side, i just saw this dusk... it leaves a great big stain down the fuselage and its pretty obvious what it is...  and its been there weeks, oops,  of my turn on night duty... 

"and stick something wakeful on the Walkman..."

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/sep/14/night-flight-by-antoine-de-saint-exupery-review-little-prince-grownups

Night Flight by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry review – The Little Prince for grownups

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Saint-Exupéry’s second novel recreates the spectacle and immense solitude of flying over the Andes, taking the reader to another world

just... is shit.

Give me a Michael K any day over the even slightly confected heroic missions...  

Furthermore i hardly remember several years of endless dull nights trying to stay awake, compared with one, which even over thirty years later, every smallest ripple of real energy going through her gorgeous nose sat next to me as we meandered over the North Sea midwinter all fierce and wavey below.... just me and her...  i wish i had my diary at hand the date maybe a year or so later than admittedly a fine rendition of their song...

 

PHOTOS TO ADD IN OF THE REAL DANCER...who bared her soul to me and my my how it hurt..

her

and me... as we were mid North sea...on the way to see him...

the look on her face she didnt even have to say... cunt has just married the Iman... yet he's porking me..

Anyway all this art and artists even if these ones think that using public money to show off their son's skirt collection

AND EVEN..(it hurts, to look) coopted a fine Serb into their pictorial grift....  

created THE greatest book almost of all time without Melancholy Whores innit....or super stalky stuff as in his greatest Love and Cholera and other hysterias... 

And even if they are too rude to say "thank you" for the so many book recommendations they still get and always will i bet quite a few become orders, as the richer Yummies i know how to target - at least 10 in the last week face to face...

As i say to them yummies " they did it with such genius... poking fun at dangerous two legs without really radicalising the yoof as only Miss Anne Thrope...... yet making it clear we really are to be feared and revolutionised...or at least write a book about it - the true version... "  

I am loyal always...