Saturday 22 May 2021

Anyway, sorry, 'reader'....

 Not that anyone can.

As i told her last night - errata evening, as country folk go to bed very early so they can savour each new morn....

No fuckwits even up and watching the plasma screens yet.

And every new morn is, well...


I do find it extraordinary who it is so easy to forget, to them, seemingly major events.


To be extricated "you watch my dog now..." from there. Oh bliss.

Never in 27 years - yes it must be.... that fateful moment nearly. 

GFate what a childish word, along with 'karma'.


That's an interesting 'typo'.

GF....


I assume a man.

He got good, too.


But i was true

"i sit in my jaloppy listening to episode eight it has become so gorgeous and subversive...

"in that was no one seems to understand any more, is 'god'... small g"


And so, in truth, there are about five maybe more "master keys"...

Hilary with his old man hair dyed to look as if he had gone back thirty years;

Deabating with god Lee....

oh how sweet he can be i love him!

No not the one married someone thirty years younger,

the one who 'let go' and despite

More or less inventing string theory

Changing his mind...."pants".

And letting go - letting out his inner zany scientist

And pained thinker.

God i love him

And he leaves space in his new dimensions for

god - if were in French i would say god (f) as i told at last

The man who is dying in such Facebook glory

of

cant and vanity.


"listen only a female god can have such a devious sense of humour

"listen, if they are right and as Lee god states between tics or wistful sighs

"there may be eighteen other dimensions before our eyes

"in my book the fuckjobs of two thousand years ago 

"odd..

" and if i were a babe i would demand for the next two k we are diety....

"our turn, dickheads...

"But Ian....

" I am the greatest of all ultra skeptics, well unless sat afront here - Her pad...

"How did i know she would come cycling by.... my opressor...in her yellow jacket....bossing us - errata them, so...

"cos i fell in love with nher then and then...

"just a few weeks ago she stopped..oh glorious 'stopping' none will do no more....

"Ian mate five years ago i had a plan for you..

"you once had a spirit...

"and then they paid you to broadcast it; and of course they wrung you balls dry and 


"well the net result is dying all you can do is come and 'give thanks' here....

"where these fuckin hippos did not even manage to have an outdoor food bank...

"all those billions still in the bank....


"But Mister fatman, and had my plan

"had they left me time...

"them, i elevated the godhead ...

"in so many speeches to my friends the ' self pitying death cultists'

"as i was as usual that day Ian a few years ago moving on from as my form of standard greeting.... that always Ian

"gets a smile.

"that is a MAN Ian....

" a lost child stands there and tells me i am a cunt for ofending them....

"my friends....

" i trust....

"one of those so called SPDCs .... 'cunt'-me

"trusted, Ian with my substitute replacement children, i love....

"my 'ferrits'.... 

"no one else ever except the one you too destroyed and you know you did as she was the answer....

"exactly to Thomas Moore's blueprint five n'abiyt centuries ago...

"o one especially your kind has ever been ytrusted to care for...

"my 'ferrits' to quote yet another time was

ter..


"that is called an action rather than your fake words..

"BUt fatman i plan

"ed, before you got fatter and dying

"to help you - challenge you

"to loose it....


"because you were once good and still today i shall show them a once great mind and seditionist...


" so all is left Ian now you are so far gone

" and camnot pass it on - because that's the 'deal' i figured

"we must not...

"Ian there is something...

"more

"period"


("oh its as if Woman's Hour doesn't know we haven't only just invented them..." and she responds "vaginas" ... with a smile....and then....and then....oh what an 'and then'...)