Even if every smallest 'moment' in ever not very 'safe space' - especially in Pastylands due the perstilence of not-really-fixed, junkies...
(Mister Beardy Portugal spoke to me on them, a month ago, still to do..part 2)
and the even worse pestilence of them just let out of The Priory - some Home Counties department, and told to try and grow up - except they won't have been told that, only everything else...off a menu, that never ever works (as many encounters with such sad ones have only always proven) .... so mummy sends them to buy a new van and some land in that nice place she played seashells at in her childhood.....in the most immature place by far i have ever had the malfeasance to accidentally, inhabit... (a deliberate wordplay in a region where the word-usage is so word salad all about plenishing the unplenishable soul of the poor suburbanites who never made it in PR or lifgecoaching...so of course theyre sad as that's all that was left for them..i have empathy, but not for a false version of life that only cracked their heads as if the hall of mirrors mater inhabited was deliberately stuck into their vagus nerve.. - i hear that one back in fashion, too...all fake as fake as the supplements they all pimp or consume...)
in fact old Golding couldn't have made it up had he aged them a lil' and reset it there.... now
it would be even more conch - the latter day version being their so so bossy posterage all expensivley plasticated, to placate, nothing (especially as half are going out of business there being one facile tittilator to every humble inhabitant many of these parts)
and cannibalism
Anyway real 'wisdom' is KNOWING for sure for twenty years the very last place on the whole planet you will ever conceivably find a mind unpoluted by the local fayre even if it got rolled out countrywide...
i have a hilarious collection
from 1000s of km wanderage
i wonder if i shall ever be able to turn them into the collage that would be so resplendently
head fuckery if any heads survived their tsunami of nothing
but grab yer cash
(and this DID destroy environmentalism as those few of us who DID care were green wholesome organic types.... in the past DID do actions such as lobbying MPS to do their fuckin job and keep Horrorfordshire clean for their huntin and fishin' mates...but didnt
but the once fine lobbyists, even there still 20 years ago... destroyed by TT and their divide and conq1uer with their con.... did so much damage as the few who meant it also started to spend all their time at womb-yoga instead....
and ' community capital' is SUCH a simple phrase meaning an ordinary thoughtful person has only so much time free between rearing kids - the bloke rarely helping of course..... cleaning the motor once a year only - as real eco peeps knew decades back... or actually doing actual food bank work getting REAL food there - they never have....mainly sweeties...
and this time is limited to do ANY 'good works' and when their time is diverted into so so much work on which are the best seaweed supplements to take or that whole world of nonsense....and i care about my healthy diet which is ... to be cont
anyway all that 'body' neurosis obsession... that fails as most are fat or wan... means they haven't ever time any more to write that letter to their MP.... or DO anything much.... except their stuff that clearly never works (massive unscientific study been underway years, that Orwell, G would be rather proud of had he stopped blaming others elsewhere and pondered how even London was wonkified by Fox-Sister 'spiritualism' a century ago... and Britain like France will never get out of the shadow of their capitol city - where all the dosh is.... no matter what nonsense fake devolution happens...as all of Wales knew decades ago.....and even my supposed best buddy 7 years.. said she was eco saviouress and could due half a mil of free cash she spent on the Arrow river bank, bijou dump.... " ehh S*** can you prove you're not a money launderer..i mean 'inherited' cash is so easy to make up...")
merely a sunny day and time to spare after the only one Queen of the Swest the breaker babe down the road... saves you time by having your telephoned in 'interest' in a couple of part worn tyres....
by having them ready for you, more efficient than any F1 pitstop....
And in such a splendid mood ....why not.... it will be good for dark energy laughter the kind that always powers me - straight out of Tolle-went-to-Hades and they gave him a book publishing contract to 'intentionally' fuck up all the rest of humanity...
And as we are about to snigger
And feel even cheekier
There - she spoke to me first! ..is the one finest mind in the whole of so called 'enlightened' crapbook reading society...
pimping it all too....
The moral of the story being tell tjhem but never imagine the ending as you wont be able to..if it is an authetic one....
And i checked her IMMEDIATELY for all the usual mental illnesses.... of 'you can't say that' and thats a bit close to the bone
especially " i was raised in Wales in fact where the 'Welsh' first invaded 'England' 3 miles up in the hills from Ruthin - supposedly burnt to the ground due incomers and their second homes, a wonderful mixed 'heritage' place...
but god even then before the incomers pimping a FALSE version of history/mythology all English all fat with lanyards..... we knew all the 'myth's were just for the tourists and very inaccurate...
as is almost all 'heritage'...
TO BE CONT now the real-write gets rit..
As i really do have protection...
i have a hilarious collection
