it begins with saint piran's flag... well, let's just
say that, there ought to be two "offending"
     but classicly marxist, separatists governing bodies
in, what's know as geo-politics...
              upper-class retards think that the people
occupying the home county known as essex
     are, complete idiots...
                        well... hello my "fellow" londoner!
nibble on some rat-****, get a pigeon **** *******
on your top-hat? ****... *******!
               the northerners can't claim, that i'm
a southern fairy... in europe there the north / south
and the east / west divide...
          the southerners seem to prosper, as do easteners...
and likewise...
          essex, and the whole "point" of the south-east...
no... cornwall wan't to be indepedent,
     like the basques in spain...
            and that flag...
     may i make a suggestion to counter the cornwallians?
revert, allow essex to have a teutonic inspired flag
in reverse to yours...
                     i.e. a black crux on a maiden's "body".
living in essex, i've started to become, irritated
by this county becoming a joke fior the whole nation...
like a bunch of indians saying goa in portuguese...
sure, i know: northern monkeys...
                                      wild antics and bits and bobs...
essex has produced snooker champions...
           the other sort of chess-players... the geometricians...
and then the serving geographic is simply quote as:
                sun-tan          orange                "quirky" accent;
and all, from a megapolis that exterminates rats,
                                             but feeds urban pigeons.
in essex? we have woodland pigeons,
   and they look like the very-most pristine theologians,
if not priests...
        and they're fat...
                     blooming... and they have the equivalent of
a dog collar... and sure as ****
      they won't have one their legs, reduced to a stump
with all the claws removed... like an urban pigeon might,
strutting... well... "strutting"... merely limping.

I fall inlove with a guy as we grew  together we grew apart,
I never thought as we communicate,
We lost spark ,Maybe its just me but no,
He dont have time for me,but for games he have,yes im jealous he has more time for his freinds but for me he's busy,
I never thought that he will gave up for me easily,
Is this the love that i want?,no
Is this the relation that i want?maybe
Is he gonna choose me between he'friends?he would
But no all i think is im the perfect one,im the one for him,he will gonna marry me
I watch my self drown in fears and traumas
Some day i will find a man that loved me and choose me all the time thats when i realize i always think about realations,being together and being not being  alone,being indepedent,
What if i choose myself first?
What if i loved my self before others?
What if i improved myself?
What if im not ready?
I always ask myself.
Am i ready for this or all i want is to be loved,or im healous of others being loved,this time ,
i will grow indepedent as a lion in a dark forest,surviving alone,
I will be thinking of being mature like a Orangutans prefer to spend their lives alone hanging out in trees, only meeting others when it's time to mate.
"An elephant can shake the earth with its trumpet, but it cannot shake the ants' self-possession of it."
Like me i can take risk at my own.