Brexit too, is adding to a winding trail of wind rush bust and delaying tactics. #ep020

Brexit too, is adding to a winding trail of wind rush bust and delaying tactics, or is it? Here is pt. 2 of chapter 12, #ep020.

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That wouldn't have been the first time that the squares would have been doing them free time, they had signed and brilliantly designed the signs of the times.

Those types of signs which was to be coming in some times, and then going back out to the ports of calls of the circulars. In the past, they had used this mask, and they sure will be coming in again, in the future not too distant far fast.

Squares would have been trying for a long time years, trying hard at lying their ways out of the ways of pairs, and to avoid facing up to the tides of that long and demanding request, that of repairing the scars which they had inflicted, like, scars which they would have inflicted upon the Lars in tricks did.

And so far, the efforts have not parred it would seem. It would have varied, the tactics which they had carried, trying to twizzle themselves wiggling out of the marriage. Arranging and re-arranging all of the arrangements with the Lars as it pertains to their estrangements.

Or the non-arrangements as it were, which were the strongest of the argument coming from her, when it comes to them trying to shuffle themselves out of those payments and overdue repair meant, reparation payments this was to be, for circulars enslavement properly.

Get over it they say, which meant, quit the whining bit, and move on.

Lars would have shot back, straight back at those pop caps, –get over the profit, which you’ve long stuffed down into your deep pockets, and pass it on. Still. No corn. Nothing happening on that barn.

Therefore, Lars just keeps on a-moving on. As it is this day, the Lars are going away, going, going, gone. But before that, the gone part, before that should come along on a pushcart, comes the pot-plotting hot spot of those squared unfair, on top.

They would have tried sending them back with empty pots and landed plumb on the empty-handed. Failing that stranded, they would have tried back in bondage.

Offered up a prison to keep them in instead, could have been built somewhere over there in a place called, something like, like L instead. For example. Just a sample.

But not on our shores, they would have said and trample. Stamping the footing as bratty children will, but still, we'll build for you the playpen, said most of them, just sign this tiny bit of paper here with my golden pen.

But then again, the reply was loud and bending lower louden. Keep your prison friend, we don't want it no not nodding.

They were to treat and beat them cruel, trying hard at breaking them down, even on duels, and in a squared conception of a ring, a boxing thing they call it, I think, or some other such thing. But really now. Whoever looks upon a four-sided squared thing and calls it a ring? Really? Ee Neilie!

But still, nothing doing for them it would seem, except for that ring thing, the boxing thing among a few other such schemings. So, they back him up and lock him in, in this boxing ring thing, boxing him in, and his head top with him, and beating him around, yes him, the circular being, but not him alone. Leave him weakened, even when he was winning, and out-witted, belittled, disgruntled and dispirited.

Throw him in, along with the rest of them, toss them all in into the pen again, and lock them in. gave them what they did not ask for, of them, and sew discord among men, pile on crooked laws, and criminal records. Then they were to pick them up again upon trumped up charge.

Pack them in on a plane bound back to the yard. And then. Again, the outcry was loud and hard. Plain and clear, they were forced to hear, of your doing squared face, you'd better beware. Running scared again. Time to step up the game. Yet again...

They, the squares would have gone about changing and shaking things up quite a bitsop around the place, no expense was spared, no stone was left unturned overed, over there.

They were to come crawling up upon the wildest, weirdest ideas and offers one could have ever plunged the hearing aid under best, one after, and after the other, and then they would have tried to pass those afters offers off to unsuspecting partners staffs.

Governing governors and wannabe leaders, coming from the countries of, “by then,” common poverty. And becoming even povertier.

And from other parts and regions of the world, wherever Larried feet dare to stand, and where such people came from. Mostly the Larry kind of people them, yuh nu-hoe dem? yardie sinting aggen.

And onto some other peoples too, some from among them, from among those squared-selves even. Speaking of yardie, I had was to summon up the guardie. I beg your pardon, you are my pardie –my partner.

Squares were over many years doing things over there, doing those sorts of things as to try and reposition themselves for the big moving. The move of the meeting in the spheres.

So, he would have gone back to be sitting on his school stools, creating new tools for old fools. Tools of his trade are now these. As it applies to the squares in need. Bills of wronging the rights side of whatever one might lie. Like, like bright shining light rightly set.

Set firmly tight against the wrong Mister Wong. And then go two blocks down, then turn right at the first traffic light, in order that you may find out which way they go to get to practice, and to do the cop vice, it’s the custom over there, overnight, where they go to the former farms to go and charter a billing building.

That is to be building block “A” hey, go see it. That's a must for you, Bey. Since we've got to take a bus to go back up and to get to Constitution Hill, where they are there even now, still frame-working the Treaties that hinged on the doorstep sweetly.

And the drafting of the bills of laws and rights, as they are there even now, still putting in the order, ordering yet more bills off of those old wild birds, who are out there singing sweetly under the treaty trees.

And much, much more than before are things like these. But seriously though, did you even know? Did you know that that is how the thing go?

That’s the groove right there. Among other designing gears, all designed to get you moved, and be gone out of here.

He would have been busying himself pushing the Lars deep into a tight car, and cornering them on the beer and the bulls and the bears’ and on a pair of scar of the market, by making life hard and living even harder.

And making criminals out of decent, hardworking people partners, and out of those other gals -my girls.

Everybody knew it already, anybody grumbling? Loudly. Anyone seemed to know what was the real deal with what was happening or how to stop it from happening? Hardly. Well, no one other than they, themselves. They knew.

But as for them stopping it, it wasn't the habit of those with the magic, to go on and stab it in the foot of the rabbit and then go shoving it on down the pit.

Things were happening just like they'd wanted it to. Or more like, just as they had planned it. So that they may go out, or come right on in, and make yet bigger fools out of all of them, out of those Lars folks, even.

Even went so far as to kill some, mad some, burn some. Born some, deform some, reform some, inform some, convict some, on dick sum, happened upon the gypsum, and run some. And yet more “some” to come.

And when all of that summing up of the “some” sums were all good and done, that was when he was to offer up a brand new prison, for the safe-keeping of the remaining numb scums. Plus a few measly pounds bumps bumped up upon the sum.

But that fire did not catch on, so they had was to go back to the scratch pan. That was to lead them to the no-plan sack scam.

Just pack them up and send them home with nothing on, nothing more than a covering gown, no mention of them ever paying up for.

Like, for the pension plan for which they’d long worked hard. Can't afford, no, can’t follow them home back to the yard. Oh, my Lord, the outcry was hard. And loud was the G-string musical chord.

Got to go back now to the drawing board. Brother, bring on out the hits, he was to spit. Go, show them the way out the exit, I can’t do anymore, I quit. It’s up to you now, go on. Get them out of here and quickly through the door. Go on now and do it, go get it done quick, just in case of someone firing the lit.

That was it, breathing was to come teething through the exit. That was to be the next trick. And now this is it. No, I can’t explain such a feeling. Watch out now, watch out for the double-dealing. 

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