" i tell the things that matter, better [ typical immo perfo-victim nonsense - so says THE GREATEST communicatrix i ever met, or heard anywhere... 'Im and i palavverin.... too much!...] by tellin a true life story...."
Him, an actual work of art.... and between two raised continents apart, the one purest sublime, and subliminal question....
They wouldn't even allow in so called modern day artyfact that's counterfactual....never mind counterhuman.
(a long essay one day)
Anyway,now, on the formerly evil day, August bank holiday.... as i said "im still vibratin' with juiciness ..... i should have stood up and let the wind go though my hair.... even if not my look,
bein sat next to you after your kerbcralin' pickup"
The one question of course was was she out passively stalkin'.... ? Having spied before a good arse up and down her road...?
But that's only a mere diversionary tactic
to get back to what in fact was never elastic
Never mind in SchemeyHustlersville ....
I know one who ain't ill.
And that is the final job.... interviewing her, a return visit: " i need to know.... now you said if it were drugs 'no way ever you're out of here lass....on your ass..' ok extreme cases never make good case lore....
I need to know about the phase before
that tragic unknowable dilemma
how exactly is the parenting style,
different, in your " we dont do miles...
shut the fuck up, your in the wrong mentality, were so vast ....
there is no end..."
Now we don't do comments other than as cultural critique, observator..learner . there bein' no hope in The West, nuthin' to do with the Big O... or even Obamma the nuclear Hammer
It's just how entirely saccharine every single opinion
became, that says as i said a decade back " i no longer blame big corp, or any politician.....its only the people.... i know have no hope.. every single story related to some illness or something wrong with 'em.... even my once greatest most cherished one.... drops into her only missive for twenty years.... she's on some 'meds' ...and had to drop in to the drugstore before goin' back home to speak silently, with her back-yard, bears.... . "
But there's a far better story than this top rated yankee moanin'.... of how it was at his, back home... with an actual sharp POINT to his story, of why, to change...
I'm 69, cancer survivor this past year, still doing construction work to make ends meet and help the kids. I sat by my 90 year old Dad's bedside in my house when he died after we had cared for him for five years. I didn't realize what a rock he had been and how much his life had influenced me even though he was old school Navy and I was a '60's hippie and we never saw eye to eye even to the end. We were two rocks, side by side. Thanks, Dad
