of ye olde songs...
I don't go out at night. Countrypeeps get to a point or got to it years, ago, of knowing that those 'out' are on a different jig...
However a wonderful fifty year old muvva. She knew.... "i want to hear more.... you are telling me things i need to know...."
" well i know one thing, even if they can't listen.... that women are ONLY desirable past fifty two.... it's the absolute fundamentalist zealotry that has taken over or rather has not evolved as things evolved in the eighties into nineties the backwards slide .... we all wobble at fifty that's fair enough being rather stupidly stuck on numbers i guess it all started with 'three red crows' and all that voodoo....... but at fifty two some women at last just move out of the rediculous endless obsession of how other will judge their look, i guess, and thus start to actually look great... grown into who they ARE not what rubbish the advertisers or Guardian Colour Supplement papers sell to them... which incidentally PLENTY of us in our teens and twenties were way way above .. ignored it all ...
" anyway you accept the skin you have and even that is too close to their fragile bone round here as if it's prejudiced against some skin you may dream of...
"some ... grow into it... are far more at ease you can see it in their skin, age over fifty....and are thus at last truly desirable....
"me i sort of was looking for some trouble 'n strife a decade from 2016.... a hundred acres even fifty even five....
" i was actually given one of them to use for free after earning that gift by a winter rescuing an old one who wished assisted end-it-all...really...she told me so..... and i didnt like her at all from earlier jobs at her place all she did was moan.... and i discovered later on what a liar! she conned me telling me she had no money at all and i took pity and would do a half day sickling her hedges for a fiver an hour i took such pity.... later on with my ALLY farmer Helen we had to help her as she blew a minor fuse and discovered she had hundreds of grand squirreled away or one at least...
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" in fact thats especially why you need a village to look after an old bag... as i would arrange two of us helping with her internet banking so one could witness the other... as the first thing a brit does if anything even slightly goes wonky such as the mistake i made asking another horsewoman to join us to shepherd my girls up into the hills with me as obviously a bloke cant be alone with his girls up in the hills in Britolin if they aint his...
" smallest peek at one caught with her knickers down they go into immediate false allegations attack...not counter attack as you never attacked them, just accepting their sick status quo... its so sad its come to this....'community' impossible and i was great at it as i didnt want it for myself ever in fact like walks just me and one other ...
" anyway utterly random mistake...turns out the new smiley one was actually a viscious meONLY alcoholic and BPD who then bit by git got rid of my girls.... the clue was she had told me she had a 13 year old horsey lass and i said whoop whoop great she can make new friends too as everyone all locked away... but we never saw that 13 year old...
"but she picked em off ...my ones....as if they were crows upon the carcass of a still alive new foal on the grass... and as sure as rotting meat pongs, within a few months all were gone - her scare tactics had worked, she just planted malicious little ideas here and there - and i know she wouldnt have DARED ever say anything about me anyway i gradually handed over the reins as planned to a wonderful teen we had tethered by love .... and the mums didnt come back any more... i think she would pit one against the other...
" and the only solution obviously is you need a few sane ones with you to counteract this increasing madness even where i used to live for years...
" anyway the second issue is yes this 'community' crap they all come out with...been there, done it, got the t-shirt even if my communities would be above even advertising as i would ferret em out in person.... and see first what their actual vibe was like.... the testing process not 100% perfect as described...
" its impossible... Britolin became the Lord of The Flies island years ago..in fact about 15 or 18 back to be exact...i saw it happen...to 'communities' in places where really it should have been possible...really aside places, quite easy people supposedly gentle and all lovely tribal in a very understated way...
" where one needed alliance to just keep a few acres of 'woodland eco camping' kind of thing going for the tribes who would come, by cooperation as if you charged the 'going' rate for labour they would have had to pay double for their weekend pitch....
"and they would all sit around their campfires if the 'mush werent fucking with their heads too much ohh yes thats an insult as they all 'micro' dose nowadays...
"singing Proclaimers songs about ye olde community action...
" but even hint maybe they could help gather some firewood the next day and you get accused of being coercive or whatever new towny word was in vogue....
" THAT...is what i want to write songs about.... the problem is that 'music' even pious ye olde lovely fiddle music.. did destroy community..... began the great disconnection WITH the land i lived experienced as theyre all up at it til even midnight means they dont get the ferk up til half way through the day....so it is the ultimate viscious circle... or theres probably some other way of coming up with some simple parable phrase to describe this ...if we wrote a song about just this and it got to number one then it would become our thing... Ocam's razor .. ive been sat on twenty years just trying to keep SOME simple oldschool collabortation ongoing on the land... and failed
" does only one thing.... infact is the simple explanation.... every word they utter is the opposite of whom they are.... and that makes your asshole bleed real blood as all constipation has to be forced out eventually or it makes you real sick...
" anyway yes super sexy, let go, lassies past fifty two..... i can see in your eyes they glisten without any products from the ashram sales site.... you'll be one, too.... but your buddy here....wow she REALLY does have it in spades.... i can tell under her disguise about same age as me.... kindof moves, bounces, gesticulates in ways that make seem younger than you...."
