So at lunchtime, the real ferk-yooosseee begins.
But there's no point as one won't appeal to townies, as they live in endless hummy noise and can't really think.
And the ruralites won't be able to think either as all they will be thionking about is their rural heating oil going up by twofold or even thrice in a few years...
And rather than think of even the smallest mutual benefit in whatever 'community' solution - the real version which is long and hard and ego-fulled - their 'workshops' and therapies proven as failure as the one they cannot do, is in these...
two audios temporary to entertain my meanies.
Because i can.
And also am off. Its time to leave....
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vRB-8asz8OWl4SU9aw1QmnlKIYP7N1-c?usp=sharing
And if i were brave enough it would be leave 'everywhere' for nowhere.
But i love life especially when it works out rather impossibly, sweetly, the more impossible it seems.
They'll be too busy moaning about their knob turned down for years, to even notice... that always silver lining.
Of needing something....real....from almost any other
But i give 'back' first.
Always.
Anyway the gobbledygook censors have now i discover censored me, as a week of occasional waffle into the short quick clips. All along the microphone must be broken yet another fix to spend half a day on figuring and my words have disappeared - first time ever!
So, give up even that. Splendid!
And get back to plan A....
Then.
