No luv, as ECHR supremo of late advising all the poor lost neurotics pondering relocating here to the land of sort-of-common-lore fromm other territories lost in Teletubbie lore, and passbooks, about whether or not Boris could actually give a fuck and indeed how wonderful they couldn't because seems to me most healthy people have decided to cuddle and kiss as the facts 97% already were a bit wobbly..... due no sunshine, no good grub, no EXERCISE, and the great unspoken of in UK i mean take his brother.... such a thrilling man, and his true tales of how he supplies all of his city or about 50% of chaps over 50 with grey market recreational pills.... that are legal and the govenment obviously know about as it comes in on trucks .... but all medicine even medicine to 'get wood' especially as they take superstrength ... has negative side effects on the human immune system...and no one will talk about it ..out loud...
Anyway, love is the only power that makes you go all the way til the wheels come off and smash into his fat gut.
a year ago (thoughtbubble - somehow miraculously shared the moment our eyes met) "all this bigotry...all this Sky news incorrectly planting false info that its the blacks that get it.... when the science states that it is chubbiness and lack of natural immunity from being outdoors a lot and generally being happy.... no hope as yes every conversation spring 2020 even local elected officials ' well its the blacks that get it...'..."
not though bubble: " so .... look here fattie with your halfbreed suntan and cheeky grin who the fuck do you think you are spreading your brown man diseases in my pristine wilderness.... "
And love, real love, via his so so brilliant attack through my little fone.... he nearly had me those few weeks " look you sound nice, i do love a scrap with words, but show your face.... as these ewes up here are here, and thus far you are just a potential identity fraudster albeit far cleverer than any Russian fat bloke may be..if you really do want it come and get in the queue ... cos you bore me and this ewe does knee..."
Love... true love ... is two men absolutely equal in ability to for near 18 months day in and out, scathingly insult each other so radically-beautiful in their quips back and forth.... no holds barred because he is too fat to hold a bar room bar rail and not wheeze.... but knows that he had met his match as did I.... there are no differences ever and true friendship comes from just never taking even the most vicious querulous rejoinder in writing to heart.... indeed that is heart...
But i think i got him the other day with my thoughtbubble...
Because hetoo knows there is a new hymn...hidden by hooky for so many years and yes it is about 'us' almost....
If the internet saw our unlawful word battles every single lore ever broken especially him all the minority qualifications - the only real man i ever met....
t'would break....
That we could make real money from as he full well knows and very word triple backed up ....
But he also knows we are pure and live the liminal space him and i alone and it is far far too good to share - absolute total freedom .... being really grown up... being actual elders.... rather than frauds for effect
And anyone ever messes with me i know full well he would adore to take the stand, about how... he tried oh he tries to undermine and far more brutally personalise his paradise attacks and...fails because love means you just are mused and inspired to send one back far more cutting.....
