righty ho only one babe can get me through what next...
Indeed up at 03.30 gmt or you tea see...
a little later (you have to be in the most atmospheric old slave quarters in the you knee verse... to get this ...)
And on goes the World Service, more tales of their self pity...
Today so called zero three thirty two induistrialeyesed self pity and nonsense for takin a dip in a friggin cold stream....some of us have been doing forever...
And everyone an 'activist'....
Well I call being active, going to marry some fella whom actually was an activist in his cold cell, in gaol....
Never mind a few years later actually doling out THE solution
And at 23.32 the image, the times I have hovered on that simply perfect image of a man with a hipster beard and pipe....squirm, in the presence of genius and the answer....
which always was take the piss, parodeyes.... be as cheeky as can be.... look him in the eyes from another continent and laugh at his seriousness and self obsession and....
All of it..
But thats on your little screens, in a big life, wandering the mansion at very early and there is only one drink and that's a strong one, black...only always...
And the knowledge, under ones breath in case it is overheard...( by their 'angels' I'm sure they've recruited too...)
"self pity.... drowing; drownED.... self pity.... as Rachel the Goddess of literature this C, knew it never does anyone any good...and we never learn from it...ever.."
And what a vaccination it is to actually say it out loud....
And even I even if i am never rude but know sometimes it's needed as long as we never ever go too far, first time i got to 23 minutes in some years ago, said to myself ... " no this is too far.... unfair,.. she gone nuts.... went.... "
But you know that when you really need something to survive what next.... only err ... Missus marry-err-activist to spite 'em...
went all the way.... till the wheels fell off and burned.
Right... where is "face down drunk in your plate"? as half-breed, he, alone, makes me always happy.... and i love him....with or without his fake t-shirt.. and inability to ever ever ever even remember what he pledged to take part in.... at least he is honest in the fact he could never actually care, unlike... the other lot....
