Tuesday, 4 August 2026

Well that's it.... personal purest shamania and MIND CONTROL*and even if the rule is

 you know there is some other non physicalist nutcase playing with your who mind bodily everything....

you know not what FOR nor must you ever make cash from it other than basic snail shell expenses...

you mean fuckers wouldnt dream of too busy saving up for the crappy 'Dreamcatcher' tribe who invaded even Upper Black Mountains us hopping along quite nicely until...she came with her Rainbow tribe  ripoff con job...


Anyway no idea who she was...Ms Atchin TAn painter...

But her "gratitude" ive no idea what to be gratitudious for...


all i know is being proven wrong is a good one


decades ago.... ("hmm lets have a listen to them, and it is actually there in the window when i open yet another chrome page ...waiting for me as it knew i needed it next merely for this....")


" i only like hairy music even if i bet his was a wig he was so fake....  ahh time for a blast of her gratitude song 




i have had such a weirdly enjoyable few weeks....but only to prove a point,  there is simply no way ever fourty years ago seening those totally vile nancy boys on telly even if i never watched music videos knowing its merely the sounds that matter..... no way ever its not possible that in fourty years i willoften go to it as the ...in fact it was WAY over my line, then..  menacing, ' play upon her darkest fears' is a really nasty line....  we were above all that in pure kindness and magnanimity.....  you can tell by those jumpers they were a load of pervysssss.... unable to get it up without some kink in their jumpers....   but just in a half a decade... i realise its the greatest real art ever....  it alone mages to have that extra dimension of .. 'share in what is true'...  and yet wink at her with such fabulous deep  



catscrappy reality... the only one we needed ever....

as perfect workshop....


and as for all them babies innit...i wanted every one to bugger off as far away from me as possible in some Portobello cafe...

til even  age twenty nine...

i knew 100% not even nintey nine point nine nine

exactly what i was...

until that one moment, 1992,  when i found actual me... through them"