now they've come capitalisingly off the fence...
And she laughed at "whackjob" ...
And i can live within the spatter of at least one admitted, to my face, she tracked em down to loot their gold 'n silver
Now.....silver linings, as per lasteraudios, too much happens, nowhere...
When you one hundred percent float above it, but you have to do the work to know what that 'it' is....
(my ohh my this Youtubey thing .....frankly one has to admit one is of the luckiest exact age group ever..... no stupid whackjob of a hacking AI going for them Ausies data could have predicted via Al and his gorey unrhythm, just how perfect that 'fed' thing on the feed is ...
I mean was she there? To see Flouncey Scot in simply perfect Harmony Hairsprayed good form conquering that most sexist dump in the universe, I rejected, backpackin out on the first big adventure, Down Undersville... having been "punished"by the fine real women of my early teen comprehensive for actually not being nasty to whatserface the chubby redhead who had just gotten too much .... and couldn't take no for an answer to being mooned over for months ...
Anyway love and obsession, as long as the bunny doesn't get hurt, are fine things and whoever pathologized them should be taken back to exactly where she was, then.....
But as the rare quite good 4chan drama the one about the falsely imprisoned chappie who had it off with his probation officer over the decades and eschewed those horrid Krays who probably still own half of PAstyshire, especially the town of awful overpriced childish art, St Ives, would really rather Homerically have on repeat " but that would be running ahead of myself.."
Anyway an unneeded - uncalled for, last chapter of the most splendidly untherapeutic - cos no book or mindfulness course ever really is, REALOdyssey, in history, proving Homer was an amateur and fake, as he could never have imagined what latter-day twist you have to go through before repurposing a hunk of wood...
Her twistin' to a bit of those, oops still to do.... Missus Iron Maiden.... (IN NOTEBOOK NOW TOO MUCH HAPPENS, NOWHERE)
And some of the greatest classical music in history (and i know the fiddle! ) played privately for me, in private, in the most romantic place in history...
Now i know why one should reject it - that whole cannon.. basically, they never see the sun, as one can see on their rather tortured faces... squinting at just a bit of late perfectsummer, last rays....