especially as fatty McGilch had nothing to say...
other than big fat words nobody knows...
to ensure his whisky bill gets paid....
Having i think as fairly often the case shared with a fine mind just "one story can you never know when assisterate you never know whom....
For the Love of a son...
really was very very nasty ...to mum...
though not his fault. (parental alienation, Stockholm+ version
by fathead even ragged one who likely couldnt be bothered to stick one on
too busy endlessly trying to mentally destroy the other un
a parent just once, maybe, cocreatin' once in 'love'
always leads to mental inversion...fact, life
the truly fine brave Maryam (we flurried some years ago but i guess the yoga ripped out the great superb mind she had when she took it up as a business in Yankeeland, after surviving the worst ever shame...
and sharing it with the world for all to spit
all that matters is upon one soul, in need of it, you get a DIRECT hit)
Anyway ehh....now the world would never believe,
what she agrees must be put into a folk song...
Something, so absurdly 'romantic' whatever the hell that means.
So ridiculously ferk-off-Bob yer an amateur....
And even if only on 'paper' and likely will stay that way
forever and aday
My my that paper's about to spontaneously ignite
(the ultimate violent helpmeeting fight.... is not about punches, its about pretending to turn them on
yourself....
and only now have i had the space and time to dial back to her spatterin'
In the Uttermost place on the hellish earth
Its the way she sang just one word....
"then" ... i have never heard such up front GLEE
err on err shore......plannin to not even waste time sirening to him that fine 'captain' out there lost at see....
for long...
with her sexy fuck-me song
Nope... lets get right down to it.... ave 'im me kidnap ..
then sing em into taking a nap..
and filch ALL their booty,
silver gold and all the rest of their fruity
hold-haul, ... just lil' sweet singstress, me....
Ferk me at least with this un she has her cards on the table
at first time.... round it
And i got fee chips....
nice posh ones too
But as Fatty Mc tells us "nuance is no more"
sorry, i am gonna, using his smelly both brains
bad learnings, wipe the floor....
with the miust nuanced opening word in history,
of what the Queen of brutal folkiness, she loves to spit out articulating well
exactly what kind of hell.....
comes with her dark version of that nice sweet floral dancy
nonsense....
ohh i never leave on autoplay
why is it on today
cos poor Stevie would have remained ten times sexier had she remained cleanin' lady
and as for pretence at being a vampy viper stealin your designer boxers to strangle your most beloved ferrit on the way out...
Sorry.. Miss KNicks...an ametuer...at expression
compared to.....
but why does she keep so quickly blue tickin and silly laugh out loud smiley sign back....
she's been told!
Even where the copyright will be for the most romantic ever whackjob song in history
we have cowritten without realising it....
And ferk the (ahh i have figured now why Tito really was dodgy as hell a week ago but i have a backlog - hint, interrogating a REAL pukka-Ruski not one of these fakes aside, pretending to suck up - scaredy cats of Stalins TANX.... former soviet 'satelites', on 'love' ferk me i opened up a torrent of poetical response that would have scarred even them fine Vogons away....
A Russian, on 'love' is a sight big pharama needs to guarantee the last sane one is driven to blow a fuse..
not metoo as i said love means you are yes "bulletproof"
So, I am on full time duty for months, only for you ungrateful vampires...
but a Ruskie on 'luv' takes the biscuit i had no idea existed...
and yes Tito a meanie twat clearly not to have allowed the real version of it into the Yugoslav manifesto.
obviously just like Charles Eisentein he didnt want all his loving dsiciplesses to get any ideas..of just how inadequately he was educating his people....
in case they got ideas.... about him, being inadequate, too.... )
Anyway..... I had no idea the only war there ever was, could write itself immediately into a song, that even she who sings and dances em... knows is better than the dull old folky stuff they copy...
And the violence has been dealt with in a way that i know is unique
As does she.
Really it all now comes down to only one thing: will she take 'daddy's' advice... and run back to him up his fascist Welsh mountain, now.... before Mad Max closes the roads as he starts to get thirsty and peckish...
Given as clear as day in writing ...
Anyway already she has beaten that fake Stevie in real vampirism in a song....
Never mind Homer's really rather amateur sirens....
And at least she is grown up enough to know there is a splendid real commentary upon the madness of the one maddest thing the Faeries never help you with..
And it will be written into that bottle as message at the very least.
Gobbledygook over soon for sure I am bored of none of them ever ever doing what they say they will...even if between the lines saying the opposite...
I mean all you want is a coworker in cleaning lady he-,man operation as all the ladies who buy up the land are so terrified of men they would rather go performative lezzy than get a bloke to even chop a leaning tree down...
And i accept that......and attempt to find solutions. Two tangoing at their chainsaws in tandem - his and hers..... it makes it a lovely 'safe space' for them to 'hold'....
