no I'm not being overly academic for you;- fair enough if any is, but not otherwise.

Well fuck you, you believe it's reasonable to be that unreasonable. Though I don't recall spending that much personally. Well paperwork loses itself, funny that;- yet the debit's come out with no ability to cancel. Unless yer fancy long drawn out torture via re assimilation with local field of expertise borg. What climb outta that fucking much thereafter. They haven't even learnt those realities are pre breakdown's and not real, at least not in the sense they perceive it is.

but anyway, they've gone and begrudged even fucking basic comforts, or right to rebel as a grown up. Oh by the way we're gonna regard you as a 25 year old, not the 47 of age you really are. Then yer looking for suicides and atrocities yeah. Does purge yer though, make you feel clearer after a bit.

Seem's we're up to Gustav Mahler believe it or not, 87 minutes worth;- the full works apparently. Well you know classical music;- how it likes to name check top esoteric powerhouses to high hell. So between 5.30am and 7 ish this morning it was all rather samish orchestrally cultured. Can you remember an identifiable bit that stood out. Well a dawn chorus was chirruping along. Oddly mixed, evening and morn in sync. Though to be honest at points I just wished the bird would shut up.

So what is reality being classed as currently anyway;- because as far as I'm concerned, for it to be classed as reality in the very first place, it needs to be functional as opposed to endlessly fucking relatively impossible.

so here's your impossible V8 motor to solve from scratch and it's got to last till next Thursday with only £ 9 to hand.

Well you're not the only ones who can play that game and if you are the triggerer of a given source of lack or suffering, I don't see why you shouldn't be made aware anymore. Anyway, fuck you;- what's next, and just how can £ 9 quid be padded out till then.

would you keep returning to nursery to make sure your potty training was still in order.

blame it on the Buddhist's;- surely it's their fault really, Edinburgh's still going yer know.