" or write one about the madman.... who as a sort of last resort, but if you actually love a kid, unlike the Britolites who 99% just love the land they may be able to monetise for themselves... breeding a couple more expensive nags for profit... and need all the other users gone so she can use even more of her supplements and when they dont work douse herself with even finer grape...if you love a kid there is no 'last' resort even if each step feels like that...
"he's sick to death of stupid nag women who only have them to show off.... god only knows what? and nag about the ones who dont have as expensive supplements for their nags as they do.... (99% guilty fact... i know a couple not like that)
" lives in a tragic sick land long known you must never be alone with others' kids or some false allegation will bite you on your bum as sure as ferrets are ferrets...
" has not a penny to spare all the gibbers stopped his work outdoors, as they felt sorry for THEMselves in hysteria year despite owning enough land to pay for holidays in the sun forever which was the best medicine..
" the landowner has such food faddism - why she was 'ill' even if she was ripped off by one of the usual voodoo sales women who she was never QUITE certain if the thirty k had helped her psychosomas an itzy bit... my god that one must have been a good one to have achieved no 'healing' for thirty grand.... yet leave her victim with the idea it just may have helped just a little but not sure...? so i had to actually force feed her as she was dying of being a skeleton... as seemingly only i could see as she took her top off one day to help a BIT... ' ferk MArg you are 7 stone or less i can see without measuring or prodding thats death zone luv... let me get FArmer Helen in why didnt she notice too... you aint arguing this time'...."
" over nearly a year a true miracle happens.... they're all whipped into actually meaning what they say....
"there's some sembelence of community and girlies are sent off into the hills with just other girlies when a year before they hadnt any confidence to even trot a bit..
"one of the girlies, the one older one age of consent, was even encouraged ...wink wink... to go off on a solo ride in the hills with picnic hamper and her boyfriend... show him how good she is at a galop....[ my that day we smiled ... at nature in action, he made happen]....
" but by years earlier sick to death of every fake lost sick weird Britolish... every one of their sick kids.... every one of their 99% are useless showoff nags... every one of em con the simple workman for his simple fair wage.....
" not one bit of it in any way wished as ongoing for the self.... THE one and only purpose, was in august twenty twenty.... ' MArgret let me see if i can find some lassies to adopt em for you... theyre too good for the glue factory just yet...and you do LOVE them....i dont KNOW any but who knows what may happen....if i let go and speak to any mum i see meanderin' along on my old bike... its a long shot.'..
" but from the very first second of the very first successful chat with the first mum he coerced while she was sat in her motor at the busstop with her lass abord as he saw.... 0.5 seconds in as she pricked her ear up.... ' ehh up lass...... got any girls..... girllsssss... who may like to use a nag for free...now school is out again....
" his thoughbubble....: wow ... ehh if there were just one... well maybe i could get my own over as a bridging operation.... a sort of relaxed new phase... maybe if she saw even a few of them gathered in some photos...she may get jealous and come and have a look for herself...and want a turn.... last time i saw her in the land a decade ago she was belting across the hills on one.... who knows....
" a whole actual free girls riding club.... gathering...all winter .... and even one boy allowed as long as he didnt complain about the flies buzzin' around his bare bum...in the hills... set up for ONLY one reason.... and that failed, too... great REAl life sea shanty if you ask me... beets that pathetic Ancient Mariner who only had himself to blame anyway for his rotting albatross around his neck.... aint that what art is for... telling REAL truths about now not some fantasy ancient history... i dare you
" you could stick in one fun verse of how he even survived the terrible jagged rocks one day on the homeward leg.... him to the grape head by recorded whatsap.... ' how dare you.... i knew you would love so every word is recorded.... of how the two of us farmer Helen and i say with now your LAndlady you have conned with medical insider knowledge around her table as payyment for your use of her land.... but i made a contract written signed and witnessed by the one landswoman left my ally .... i did the illicitgirls fence rebuilding days of it for free... other fences and even getting the rats out of her house she was feeding you dint notice... for later on a tenner an hour.... and the materials you alledge me of embezzling the money for, funny that as there wasnt any money paid for them.... the fence posts were all reclaimed from farmer Helen's land days it took me unpaid.... for your overpiced fuckin nagtoo...'....you spread one more word of that nasty runour i long ago expected.... i shall release the recording of our crystal clear careful deal .... ...shame i dont have one of your so called boyfriend coming in with his guns to suposedly shoot the bunnies when you had already been told one of our lasses was a bit towny sensetive so not to, and it did scare her away for good when she saw it.... exactly your vicious orrid lil' plan...ohh and your own brother the farrier laughed at me when i first met him and he then saw you over in the field pickin poo..... ' you've got her here....you must have a death wish...' ..... but i'm sure you're just the net result of some awful vicious circle way before you.... you stop here and now. i will never tell one word of who YOU really are.... but you can stop your fakery here and now with me luv....as your daddy eckerslike wont have told you or whipped it out of you, too "
