Especially their vile made up tricky day's gone and dusted..
(at least once one had that elusive shared lexicon..)
Righty ho....
Now after a few walking days like these, i didn't think it would come back.
Poisoned by the endless refrain of their second homes being some latterday wankoff 'retreat'...
when all they always ever were were places to enslave the cleaning ..men.
Mustn't forget that, as if we are talking reparations, you only need to go as far back as '69 I had no idea what a vintage!
The Vatican "condemned"...it
(i shall loop back so so so many threadends blowin in the mist.... but i remember every single one of them.... that's what the ultimate silver lining of resetting your whole body so as you're always up at 530 from the year 2000 as you put your kids needs way before your own, no matter what and what a splendid habit means i get so much of the normal human UV rate of bombardment, its amazing how it means you have a normal memory not the underwhelmed one almost everyone else has...)
oops Mister Desmett as i study the younger so called goodish minds my my even he really is as performative as a mindfulness class in Narnia-on-shitrcreek-Dart, and only says things to make him have a lovely lil' 'feeling' saying them...
And of course they have to get their most non-nonword in 'vulnerable'...
No, SHAME .. living on a diet of unseasoned uncooked raw shame ...for years....
(ahh even thistereve i have another - you've been conned - decades of foodie conning by those bumsex addict Itis...
NO....you do NOT have to fill up your "biggest pan" and boil the water and (of course the local packaging says " and make sure its as salty as your local sea[ sic - and if it is the seas around the FAl or Helford or any of em' guaranteed you'll be puking up for weeks its so germy... but you get used to them after a while and get a more robust immune system...eventually....] " nope you chuck in minimal water and chuck the dried babyfood in with it when its cold... stir once only ids all a real man needs to do with his Italian babyfood... and guess what before you've even looked up on Oggle translate what 'Al dente' might be...youve guzzled it down as an inadequate load of baby food that will have to do for now....
It what's IT!?
The autumn thing.... whilst they're getting their most abundently plenishy duvet out and fluffed up to hide and read Winterings again feelin' sorry for themselves... even if under it they're friggin' themselves redraw fantasising they had the guts to actually DO something ....
The autumn thing.... whilst they're getting their most abundently plenishy duvet out and fluffed up to hide and read Winterings again feelin' sorry for themselves... even if under it they're friggin' themselves redraw fantasising they had the guts to actually DO something ....
rather than get drowsy to Oracle Babe's sonographic haircut....
so so pure getting rid of all that germy human stuff....
Or just say one real thing...
Now.... or then.... I had the most extraordinary phone call for many a year..
I do hope she sticks her nose in here.
As she can read just how unpleasant her so called father was...
to their neighbouring COUNTRYlass...
who ... lets just say his mangey hawks wouldn't even win the booby prize compared to what a superb actual country babe got with her fuzzies...
Up against a REAL country man who sneered with such professional aplomb
But it was the way...his sneer.... H is for the REALITY of Hawkmen....
But i haven't the battery to get to that, yet....
Anyway 'animals first' i REALLY really do have to get to these...
soon.
But it's time for a course in actual miracles.
I don't have an overdraft 'facility'
And i can't recall if blogger com which steals videos out of this work of all-i-do, cos it's ok....
puts the filename date in some hover function ..
right now... miracles need to be rebranded as the exact opposite
All thats a real miracle is a rather splendid story of how each and every slither of the sharp paper edges just makes you immune to them too, and have such a ridiculously miraculously fun five years.
But it's the story ..of it all. That's far better than the plastic clad men on their really very inadequate Odyssey....
Not that they work... they're merely all you have. When you know exactly why you wouldn't ever again wish some British so called 'home'.
....yes...it was the RIGHT song.....
just as i catch up on a bit of handwashing....
And.....
well..i know only one thing about a necessary landbabe coworking in the fields....
without a sunhat, bug repellent, wellies in summer
or moaning about her coworker wearing nothing cos UV is good for you.....
or anythin' else...
such as the last line of a last song being about universal whores....
they got a strong unbreakable core...
sturdy stave shoved up
where they wont even moan about that...
by dad...
thats what being close to him, is for....
make em lion tamer not even taking gettin' their head bitten off
nicely, to heart
and able to roar back....
