But even i thought i may be lying to the half breed... Mister
" oh my.....it is fixed in my thick skull now.... you... that silly manic grin on your face the one i hope you really did give the feds breaking your door down.... when they 'redspotted' you last week for wielding Henry's spout clearing up your buiders mess....with the Yank Master of The Universe over the road [sic].... ... forget them theyre irrelevant in the grand scheme of it all.... and i am sure your manic grin did traumatise them poor little machine gun wielding feds... just you with that Morcambe and Wise show Black and White Minstrels [see i have a superb memory i remeber now i didn't have that name when i came here before...fuck all you wih your hangovers from drinking alone face fdown with your head on your plates].....
" you....arms out all Minstrel show, black and white made you equals a really insipid cappuccino grin.... we cannot wipe off no matter how downright hate-crime bully boy big fat builders belly boy ...headfuck.... you.... tottering over that grin.... face down drunk again you'll still be giggling as your face is well and truly down...in that plate.... it's as good as neigh better than Tangled... if you weren't al;ways asleep with your head face down in your plate mate... bastard hiding foromn us - that's a real 'us' the kind resrved for soul and stable, mates... who try as they may even
yesterday
cannot effoend each other because...
offence is only a mere human foible and we...
well, it is beyond words or thought or anything so called 'sane'..... which of course leaves us with only one word
love"
But i thought i was a lying scumbag...
exaggerating for effect, like Brees, marcustwain22, Astin-Gregory, Desmett, vertainly Belfield and of course The War Room and all that Del Bigbush hyped nonsense, and all the rest..... (except Lottie it has to be said)...
That it was as good as or even marginally better.
But then in the one place, start of the New...
Where i cannot lie (10 hour conversation layby) ...
Nope....
sustainability equals, find a way no matter what to hide yet more hot air that, is of course the answer, if only they would have listened, too....
satire. Always... when perfect.... and let go entirely, is always....
The only answer there ever was...
where Tangled failed and the year of more gifting than ever imaginable some poignant some downright tragic as you may see, here, soon....
But to think i have another thrirty of fourty years with a second helping even better than first...
s'absurd...
how sweet life can be if you stop looking for any answer or what you know you need....
as he was always there of course... you just hadn't net him yet, until you did....
"but Im right fatso..... your song... methinks was always .... well there are no woprds for thieving away such gifts forever nearly just like you do with you but...one day i shall have my say...i do keep a very very accurate full chronicle of our words.... and i know i have only ever met one, as valuable as you.... too late in all probability but if anyone ever said owt to her young cappuccino or whatever you lot use as pityterm when my tan is better than yours any day..... for her, any foibles ever about her hue, us, the recordings, would for her, be...... the perfect....remedy...as laughter always in and i never really knew that live, in person... endlessly even by text all the night days on end in the duel to hurt and offend.....these last 18 months ..... .... til i met....
you...."
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