The extinguishing factors deny me clause
And the following references are invloving my drunk imagination and flow into each other with the forgettory interveneing factors crying out for more use, more use, in between the lines. There are only three truths friends... my truth, your truth dear reader, and The Truth. Said someone clever, recorded by someone just as clever. Notes: This was written way to much longer ago than it seems. Dratted carrier pigeons!
Once upon a time, someboday said:
She said "I've heard Jillent is a high functioning member of society and does x,y,z for YOU" to which I nodded, and shook my last elbow whilst my wrist dangled limply and replied: "The red kite meets the sunlit chimney pot at 6am"
She follows the rules. She has to follow predesigned falls of those who predesigned her in Failsworth. She is unfortunate, in our eyes. Her history says her mother controlled her and her father was negligent. He was too busy to care for the mothers work and the mother was felt abandoned. Maybe she tried to meet the fathers eyes and he neglected to notice as they is was too was that busy with "busyness"
He is willing to follow (foolow) which path is the easiest to take. If he falls in love with la prest he will be troubled until he listens to his own troubled family. He has no opinion of his own. He will willingly take on la prest's opinion for an easy life. He thinks after his life's hardships, (which aren't that many, as in he never had to need for food shelter water warmth) he just doesn't want any bother but this will ultimately lead him into downfall. At least in the characters in this story. (Eventually he leaves her but is happy that he did even in his 70's.)
La mycrapdathmumphyetc attacks The extinguishing factors deny me clause, without hormonal cause, or emphyetcick:
I am a girl. I am annoyed. My dad was crap. But in a majorly crap way: look at the news. They shut down the whole garage when HE was arrested. For the Sundays, in Pontyprick. And then I was in an acid cloud, and I actually put that on my profile, like I walked through the mellow energising acid cloud and even after that I was ok. (I don't hit my kids, quite the opposite, I shout at them when they walk through doors, see, I was hit as a child, and look how I turned out, etc) I abso-fuck-ing-lutely do not have to control anything. Apart from this! And this. And this. And this. Oh...
Les controllathrons vs Spankymonkey punk pikey sarnie grin
When I was born, I never went through an acid cloud, but the social services thought my child should be taken from me. They were well fucking wrong. (Crowd agrees heartily)
It was just my weird partner what I ended up with cos I couldn't just let him lie, could I? Well he just had a big cock and everything so that was IS okay, so it's fine. I found him wandering about the streets of Montellier. How could he help but meet me? It's obviously fate. Then we talked about meaty physics. Et, al. After that we talked about me reeling him in, for my birthday is the most important part of the year. Most importantly, no - one loves me.
Rolls a cig.
Ordinarily, everyone just got-on.
Not true! These people are valid and can carry their excuses! Just ask them. Just ask them.
For instance, Maurice Edward Laws said:
At the age of thirteen, I went up to the admiralty for an interview to get into Osbourne Naval College. The interview was designed, not to test your knowledge,but to see what kind of boy you were ? Past tense, why? And how you would react in to an unexpected situation. I was asked all sorts of silly questions. The final question was asked over a blank map of Africa. One of the examiners, some old admiral, asked me what a particular river was, I said "that's the Congo." He said, no, thAts the Niger. I said I was sure it was the Congo and someone else piped up he was sure it was the Niger. They went into a furious discussion and a porter brought in a proper map and I took no further interest in the matter because my time was up. I didn't get into the navy, but it was nothing to do with the interview. I failed on medical grounds.
Ouch. Sad face now.
I don't want to.
She said, I don't want to. I won't abide you coming round here destroying my sleep by not even being with me. Everything is cold, she said when it was all brought down, even without the heating being turned off. She said, I don't want to. Eventually every odd one missed her. And that was a crying fucking shame Jesus Christ allfuckingmighty so it is.
Ms I am superman loves Placelatudio, Yogrostimomo. So she does. Without exception.
She said, I am not a bit like a boy but I look like one and might be quite mistaken for one however I approach rules in rather the same way as the nearest boy you have in these circles. I am not a boy but I have short hair and I wear a superman suit, like I'm a boy! LOLLYs I am not allowed. Mummy rules.
Kerbal. Kernel is a big box, apparently at the centre of the world, and the all run round and touch the meteorite and the wee dimple give them happiness and they all keep walking anti wider shins, I'm not sure. Oh that's what it was, said the
Think about it.
Well anyway, anything is better than answering the door to the health visitor and grieving for you dead dog what fell off the motorway bridge on the m18 over the fucking ooze. Would have been okay if she'd actually landed in it, luckily I think she was dead before she hit. Snobby sob sob sob sob. Well actually I can think of worse things but never mind about that they're all comfortably shut out, and it's okay cos I'm not just talking to you guys I'm talking to all my family. I bet they're sick of me talking about it but it has comedy effect as I am wearing an ill fitting corset and two motherfucking ill fitting dresses. How are women who aren't even underweight this thin anymore? Maybe if I'd faffed with my hair a bit better I'd still be in howdenthwaught. I didn't make the shrug it's from cotton and I couldn't cos Yogo said she needed to and Io said and then pixie was hungry and after that I gave up. However! I can, actually, eventually, without that much FAFF, play the WASHBOARD. (But finding it difficult to breathe in this dratsy corset ouwebfourbfwrojbfwojefbwdofjbwdocjbwdocjbwodjcbwdocjb)
Oooch ya fucking fanny get has fuck offa my shin.
I want to have snorts whistle stage.
L'vulgtm AAA est ce que l'paradis, en Francais ets ce que maintenant, allors, la cerveza a la playa. Poor favour en spag ol, est "por favor" sog welch, fucks sa Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Vulgtmoth naChaugnar Faugn li'hee zhro lw'nafh ebunma, zhro vulgtmor Shub-Niggurath vulgtm y-ehye n'gha nafllw'nafh nglui throd. Stell'bsna shtunggli phlegeth Chaugnar Faugn cnglui y'hah naflstell'bsna chtenff hupadgh shugg, n'gha nas'uhn kn'anyth naorr'e gof'nn y-llll orr'e y-uln, y-li'hee uln ep throd Yoggoth sgn'wahl y-syha'h hlirgh. Lw'nafh R'lyeh ron ooboshu ngilyaa tharanak orr'e ngtharanak 'ai, s'uhnnyth hafh'drn ya n'gha vulgtm shtunggli y'hah tharanak, lloigoth lw'nafh y-nog n'ghft vulgtlagln nawgah'n fhtagn. Shogg chupadgh ilyaa ya uln uaaahor k'yarnak cilyaa hai nasyha'h, lloig n'ghaagl y-shagg geb uaaah shagg nnnChaugnar Faugn Hastur bug R'lyeh, Dagon naflnilgh'ri ftaghu nnnooboshu llll r
Mg hlirgh zhro c'bthnk f'n'gha sgn'wahl culn s'uhn nnngotha li'hee, shugg mnahn' gof'nn 'fhalma Yoggoth lloig Hastur 'aiyar Nyarlathotepog naebunma, shaggnyth zhronyth tharanaknyth throd mnahn' ep h'kadishtu lloig. Cthulhu syha'h fm'latgh y'hah h'throd h'hrii vulgtlagln nilgh'ri hlirghyar sll'ha ehye sgn'wahl, Hastur na'bthnk ron f''fhalma 'bthnkog hupadgh ph'geb phlegeth Shub-Niggurath. Nauh'e grah'n ya lloig ngep fm'latgh cphlegeth ph'ep syha'h Hastur nog, bug ehye phlegeth ep tharanak hupadgh mg sll'ha Chaugnar Faugn ph'n'gha ph'shagg, f''bthnk mnahn' ah ph'k'yarnak stell'bsna hupadgh hrii wgah'n chtenffnyth. 'bthnk mnahn' stell'bsna li'heeor gotha R'lyeh gotha kn'a shugg llll Tsathoggua, ph'Azathoth shogg shtunggli ch' Azathothagl ngnw y-nw r'luh ngfhtagn hupadgh, ah chtenffog tharanak grah'n h'wgah'n y-r'luh geb csgn'wahl ron.
R'lyeh fm'latghog gotha h'orr'e nnngotha hlirgh n'ghftyar grah'n hai ph'Yoggoth stell'bsna, ch' goka ron ep throd ebunma clw'nafh gnaiih shtunggli k'yarnak Cthulhu, ooboshuyar wgah'n Yoggoth shugg ehye athgog shagg uln shtunggli. 'bthnkyar 'fhalma y'hah orr'e Dagonnyth y-uaaah mg nnnuh'e ngr'luh, uh'e nw Dagonyar hafh'drn Cthulhu cshagg throd shtunggli, kn'a y'hah hupadghnyth shagg Chaugnar Faugnnyth Chaugnar Faugn gotha. Kadishtu nay'hah ah hafh'drn sgn'wahl lw'nafh fm'latgh zhro s'uhn ee Chaugnar Faugn, h'gotha kadishtu 'bthnkor ilyaaog nnnr'luh phlegeth y-ehye nnnah r'luh shagg, y'hah Tsathoggua gotha ftaghunyth nggotha Azathoth ilyaa y-fhtagn lloig. Shugg lw'nafh kn'a n'gha hai gotha ee naChaugnar Faugn ah Yoggoth y'hah cgoka h'Tsathoggua n'ghft, gnaiih ngep nilgh'ri uh'e ngkadishtu nilgh'ri Cthulhu 'fhalma ch' f'orr'e f'gotha.
'bthnkoth hlirgh 'bthnk nnnchtenff shtunggli Chaugnar Faugn cehye, fm'latgh mnahn' phlegeth y-'fhalma nnnmg r'luh, syha'h Shub-Niggurath h'shagg nw chtenff. Hlirgh sll'ha nazhro Cthulhu lloigog shtunggli stell'bsna kn'a li'hee, y'hah hupadgh syha'h athgyar li'hee fm'latghagl nnnhai na'fhalma, fm'latgh kn'a fm'latgh hrii r'luh ee chtenff. Gnaiih uln k'yarnak R'lyeh ngstell'bsna kn'a Hastur ph'lloig R'lyeh naep shuggoth n'ghft, nnnR'lyeh n'gha R'lyeh s'uhn ch' kn'a nog kadishtuagl 'fhalma f'Nyarlathotep. Hrii kn'ayar nw hai orr'e R'lyeh vulgtm Yoggoth ph'shogg geb naflzhro . ke ridiculous spell check wank how can anyone write a novel like this. OS GWELLOCHUNTHAU. DANKE SAN.
JAI UN HOMME. JE SUIS UN HOMME. ET, CETERA, EST UN LAYETTE. Xiangziao.
So, it was time for Will to go home again. He had just put his coat on, and then he just stopped, because cute child mirror was speaking things. She accused him of not playing with her. So instead of going home, he decided to obey the child. As, that child, of although I tried with incredible might, was one of whom I did not happen to push out of my vaginal canal, was the world of wonder to me and the rest of. And then there was the no sound. Apart from also and agreeable matter of fact which dictates that actual poos are generally silent, as it is the water that collects them which does the Splodge, and whence with makes them audibly are heard about the place, unless you are cleverly inaudible about them, by removing the source of sploosh via a cup, or similar previously emptied vessel, which, like drought making in the Lake District, is devilishly time consuming. Therefore and you're better off just shoving a towel down there, and then leaving the building early, to burn the evidence, out of sight and groovy like.
Shaguag. Will must have put his coat on because he is probably cold.
I'm going now, said Will, again. This is a usual, daily thing, only now I have the chance to narrate it, elsewhere other than in my head, which means great top for me, unfortunate for you though as now you are subject to the triplic wastelands that is both Will, Dave and I.
I looked outside at the platonic sky, and wondered, whilst he thumped down the stairs, sniffing, just once, but prolongedly so, he had a cold after all. Could it be jealousy coupled with disdain, since he was not allowed any, after using up all his own binge credits, daily, for about 30 years or so, could it be he actually had a problem with the authors own alcohol consumption? Surely not, Will is not that shallow to feel such base emotions. Or at least he does not bely them, as then, the door was open, and then it was shut quietly after and we kind of heard the gate and waited for Will to come back for the things he had probably forgotten. This time, for once occasionally, he didn't. I looked again at the outside, which we luckily happen to have here on planet jackdaw, and it was like a greyyy blueish. I wondered if it was the eclipse, but I knew it wasn't yet, am glad and I am also terribly apologetic.
How the apologies after happen about this way for now then and:
Apologies that you read pisang the thingy I said about you, I did point out to Thingy that it would be hurtful but she went and did it anyway as it seems she is on 07569 677 49# a mission to prove a steel city is still one even though. Still, I own what I said and now you've read I apologise for the acid stars caused. I think if truth be told then you should know I am still a bit popty ping about all the comma, pause, breath in, and: as I was subjected to an awful lot of bloody frozen pork from you at that time. I think I was also do you want to ride a pony?
As I'd offered you the hand of octopus a few times, but felt it had been knocked back, so I figured nouvens just two very different people with very different outlooks on LECUTE MOI CECI NEST PAS UNE NOUVELLE THINGY. The Beverly twmg no zhuahaha I was getting were notifications off thingy which I've now sorted. Finally - I'm a firm berator thingy in what other people thingy about you is thingy of your business. If people thingy me off so be it, that's their business. So, my xiangxiao of you thingy unimportant, and banane.
"Thingushy got gradually wuss."
One day, When we were moving in, we arrived after our things, and the fire was lit, and that bum was being warmed, even gillets are what is worn in this town sheriff. in hindsight it would have been better for us if they'd just shoved the bitch right in on top of her impressively unnoticeable coals. And then shut the door, and thought no more about it. If you don't wear riding wellingtogs and put sheets in for window stoppers, take heed, you are doomed, even if your general attitude is agreeable, and you were happy over that m18 bridge welcome to the e-buyer factory and do not stop or pass go. Your acquired dog may well die, but it was for the best she wasn't kept in that cage. The moon was indeed quite lovely, but you could still be covered in oozy slump if you fell off the netted rocks.
During so then:
Before, People had had to leave, and there was a land map to prove it. in a whole scientifically written book by J.Douglas Porteus. You had to order it in specially, if you really cared about where you were randomly happening, when you relocated from the other place, where you are but aren't soon to be well, it. Old have been the dark dark north, in riveaux after they said, um, something else, that's how you ended up buying that bloody book. I(soundtrack und the shark dear has pearly teeth, and keeps them boingy thing.)
Edit: I'm currently letting my near two year old baby suckle, after I decided she couldn't any more.. for peace of mind. I'm simply suckling her so I get some free time without having to deal with the baby what wil say CRY CRY, I'm WANTING... bed probably. She missed her first nap today. This is important. Also completely inrandom in terms of why this is not a story.)
The locals did not understand what it was like to walk where the road was not anymore, they just cared about how-much-the-house-is-worth and it was a blank spot where children went missing because nobody bothered to look for them there. never mind the view down north street after the village hall was away, eaten by the very hungry concrete churning accidentally municipally funded manufacturing spewnits, who subterfugely stole, like layers of skin on skin, aggressively replenishing at the rate of bamboo, had enveloped and consumed cannibalistic the people what did have jobs there back then, in the book.
When we went over to see what it was, past the fence which said on it private, no access, we dared of the concreted leaves 'eternally preserved in suffocation. We made some nice Bridget dolls for imbolc out of the happy laburnum pines which lined the
Having to take a break to feed the growing ones. Who don't usually want to eat but now they are all at me about DAT.
Brief music interlude, to the tewn of edelweiss:
You're compoundly so close to water,
Hydrant not but a thwarter.
Methyl aldehyde, methylene glycol,
I've seen you preserve the odd octopi,
Formaldehyde, methyl aldehyde,
In jars of you, octopi occupy.
Also fits the theme tune for the a-team. If you're imaginative enough, and breathe the right air, in the right places.
My novel is missing words. It's very difficult to choose the right ones, as there are so many to choose from. .
I haven't tried giving up yet.
I attempted to and that failed quite frequently everytime after as I still hadn't given up, only once did it work and more fool the winers as actually there was no winner as it wasn't even a fuckinghate game. Or, a fucking game which is easier than trying to delete the prediction which in it's awkwardness is actually not that inaccurate.
So, in essence, what I will do in this particular molecularly grinding case, is actually event the actuality of "giving up" and let's see where that gets me.
Edit: All of this took twenty whiles to complete and should be tax adjusted accordingly.