the problem as always the 'language'
wow it came back! so i was bobbing around as usual full bounce saving your blog for you in the cheap seats, with some rare intense communications on the go, too....which never happens, and just like that Ms FAery goes and gives me a better line!
And i forgot to write it down.... when New York called... and what a truly wonderful talk with an old neighbour..
" so....you sold out thats what new york as caller id means babe.... so... ehh... your step monster ... let me tell you about the night she, with her antique leather boots - she the first of them Sybs who invaded the once safe MArcher Hills....you were BORN up the Estianddad hills Craswall blck mountains we living in the second highest run down old farm...
wow we MUST be loyal...pure loytalty real hill peeps know what that means.... before Mister Junky set himself up up in the highest inherited farm above mine rented and yours next one 2 km below....
" and his parties attracted the drug squad who would keep us up at night as they circled by chopper like ferkin vietnam...
anyway the step... the night she came and offered herself to me even if lonely and unfulfilled all those years ago there....
and it was a shock as i didnt have any faux bohemiana about me....
I couldnt...
not only because she was a married woman....
now... you've grown up... THE BOOK ...the real one...of that 100% fake society...needs writing...
and i got the notes...."
