yes, but.....

 now if .....

when. 

Well, there's only one song and one version.....

'sprivit... no need to hedge ones bets....

" walk with us up the path..."

Now if one isn't a moron unlike my so called only male friend,  you will have listened to the bonus content a day or so ago...

And all the audios except you must be as those i like and thus monitor them stats..

And so few do... or they're  a bit 'ot 'n chilly

(god its come back my last missed bit! right discipline man write iot down....its the small things! its like autopilot plus because life meanderin' plus them....is the most absurd impossible 'plus' imaginable )

ohh well your'n lookout....

Anyway even if i was so sincere it's daft tellin' To Miss With Love.... real love as lines and a quiet gaze and expecting her to walk away but a poignant delay - she may think i didn't notice but 'twas as if ever sinew and  ungenetic but phenotipic ort is that ypic

respeionse was primed to proppell err aweay 

but each time she did stay

and say 

something so lovely so long i reckon she had wanted to. 

 was ready to so ready to go

 and then she spoke her spoke in  the silly hampster wheel, too...

Anyweay to get all non sequitastious....

lasteraudi

the loquacious

simply fabulous especially the elder non-wild-swimmer

Jane...me Tarzan

I'd like to dip my toe in her again

or her front door at least

... so thing is, take one path into them 'ills....

"come alog with us..."

 nope lets fast forward i had to go ave a look

there's an inverse squared, of a fine older one in her prime

 having propper let go even if takes em far too many  Christmases 

maybe about sixty nine

(and we just can't go there....)

but always only ever such a full throated fullest frontal pleasure to chat

 no bowed shoulders in MissAprobrium or endless jumpin' down yer fuckin' neck

just for saying something not quite to Big sisse'sm kindergarten  playbook

(made in Totness and fifty; quid with free medative  scratch 'n sniff)

just stiff

yes back to The Answer theyre always tits out chin up look you brightly in the eye

And FIGHT (not with me, them! 'The MAn' the one from "give it to the man" even the very posh birds have figured by 70 whom is the 'man' and who not... and if s/he  is sat outside the hunger-strike cell and wishin they would get the fuck on with it, or not)

Shame  they never found out that little trick a decade gone, or so  infact two

anyway to seem all ADHD scatterbrains splattered across the wall

oh yes it works when i just type...

she even said " and then there was the ivermectin incident..... several dogs were found dead buy here [yes they will still] and upon

upon, no less

investigation 

twas that wormin' toxin gave em a  bit more than indigestion

(in the lapped up thirsty dogwaters of about the most picture postcard at about a fiver each scene in the land.... )

But the pure art in her poised grace

 and absolutely straight unwrinkled not fake besorrowed face

is that she just gave THE information...

 As if we were discussing her shopping list

Anyway back to the audio you havemnt listened to so why on earth are you nosing in here  you must be truly mentally ill;

bad news no shrinks left, too many mad peeps in the queue already  and they were all shit anyway. cause and effect more people do head in a placcy bag still than any other cause of Dead PArrotin' and i bet most of them went to your fancy Debotty 'method'  London shrink 

 Anyway whats the truly important thing in an important day...

The inverse squared, i had to go and see.

And its worse than i had ion my quite decent mind imagined...  in fact i couldnt't imagine, a horor movie where really old hags with absolutely no glint ion their eye from giving anything real to the man (for decades) ....dress up and put hats on....when she walked in with her hat it really was as if one had been teleported straight to some yuppie party in Kensington in 1984 ...except for 35somethings, who still at 75 somethings  nearly 80 think they may look  nineteen if they layer on the whitestuff and wear some Ken MArket fancy hat ...i would never have imagined this coul still exist...

But i'm not stupid...i know it more than exists it is.... the power....

But who would want one millijoule when....

you discover you were in fact, wrong, so totally 100% wrong:  (" i just wouldnt want to be around any children these days i recently concluded its just ..". dot dot dot fill in later)

 " well that one she's one of them that's going to either end up PM or in [whisperin' in her ear] gaol..."

" i think far more likely the latter.."

i mean bloody hell even has a sens of humour! its not possible for an ultra-yum, i mean superultra....  to ave one of them!

(oh yes the ...damn it the umm.... the silly man who stood his ground "theres hope you know" who is the exact inverse of ANY hope.... as his whole generation never di a thing except say "you have to have hope" ...)

fuckin arrestable should be censored all photos within last few days 

yea lazy cunts i get up early and need my sockit 

ahh now yes serious now....

i actually watched someone buy one of these snake oil infused fanny ticklin' sticks today...

you could not make her up: slim fitish...but wan... the look in her eyes at the paypoint said something i still dont understand and it wasnt some impulse it was  something of we are solidarity in this  bushy voodoo load of rip off nonsense... 

but the 'maker' 

well she's the only reason i ended up here in the first place... 

one of a load of see through dots that

took me 

algorthimically

to exactly where

i needed

to

Bea

merawhile travelling expenses fuck me theyre so lazy and hatecriminally acedia

Anyone else when pulling their dodgy Jesus manger light out from MY socket and aetting half electrocuted would without a doubt sue em for millions..

me its just a REAL 'lesson'

(today ,most photos are liveish camera action for now..)

 

anyway now i  have time...

as its over

swo ... it never occured to me WHICH spud munchers....?

im pretty sure it was in fact this one 40 years ago i stood in f4romnnt of it and thought "thats all the art i ever need to see...  its just perfect"

or possibly in fact more likely this one

and probably not that one...

but maybe

but one day i shall maybe

we shall see

oops wrong title thats funny as i cant see the (thumbnail) content of the video file selected first time thats happened...

real title: ehh... them.

(she aint, the way she said £36 each per month.. and thats really good for round here..." confrirmed immediately...not one of...them.. his 'community'...)

yes id i say i dont ever look at what is rit before i press publish, ehh... 

yes ..... an hour or best part of til our fingers were frozen... with her two, and....  yes i was wrong.

And she is the only one i have ever met who for certain is their 'hope'... 

so anyone else would but...

 ... 

even if the imagery is everywhere

the  ultimate ...maybe should, well i dont know... i do know what's  inside the covers of thistermorn's  piece of 'art' is rather stretching it 

oops that was thistermorn i clean forgot i have so much fun ...doing nothing

You went backwards. Only the straighbacked brighteyed oldies know why....

 

The big gift. How to be abundantly SUPER desirable as a woman: get loads of xmases under your belt, as long as they don't make you fat. plus the PURE sex equality the BBC denies .

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/the-big-gift-how-to-be-abundantly?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

 it aint 'nostalgia' y'all really really did regress  into fearful bourgeois little self pitying  vampiric magpie syndrome....

and well just like that..i told her on afters lasslopin..." when my lass had a truculent pahse not wanting to ride after a fall.... a REAL WO/MAN stages  a mock dad-falls-off-in-full-public-view-and-mockery too off his much bigger nag...

And a real lass, laughs so hard she forgets to be moody any more..

" wow man i'm troubled with it here,  so much i think i may try that wow what an idea... thanks"  

not even a hesitation, thats what a one supermodel left actually says...

and i just knew she would from as i told her "i saw your posture 100m away i'm a country peasant and thus worked out immediately sixth sense that's always right.......you're chilled...i know it will work...."

refs

Now as so often said ..

 (and like telling em i awake at 0530ish it is TRULY intimidating and literally a hatecrime committed against em.... )i am not a cynic

I know full well that small farms that can only be run by two - one workin' in a cafe if he must, are the only eco positive ones.... never mind all the other reasons in THE SOLUTION below...plus you dont get stories made up against you by the pseudeia.com lot if seen in a couple...

but the "Art of Relating" crowd of course are so stupid they think the Eckheart version is all there is when Britin was once not a tin pot teapot but made great movies:

THREE YEARS THEY WANTED EACH OTHER DEAD .. TRUEST HATE....  ABSOLUTE FABULOUS CONTEMPT...

if they were alive today it would be three years trollin' each other to death.....

and not that many movies make me cry though dont tell anyone as bulletproof ones are meant to be made of hard metal...

and of course the wan... the rich lotus eatin sybarites who know better )just all over here its the source of themtoo..)  would have it banned....as its the answer to them i stumbled across just a coupla nights ago....

or the other approach, next

so i told an inadvertent lie, which wasn't as it was an assumption

 In that without in any way begging or even manipulating any system or even 'ethically hustling' i have a personal larder thats very full...

(not like his Orwell-on-real-peasant-watchin'-duty at dawn... he expected it to be chokka with human grub, i means especially here in Doula wuwu lovely 'community' central...nope)

(ther magnificent decade long discovery via lasslopin' into what we....errata you i am not here..really are includes a wonderful interview with a very hilarious younger woman in Penzance co-op  who told me with great mirth how they actually have to security tag their cheese.... nope not the even more rip off expensive fancier varieties but the normal 3 quid blocks..that will be two at Lidl of course...)

Anyway soo, a bit later: THREE great artists....one the beautiful Corfuuan man .. another the shy one, and i shan't bother with the even shier one... i mean flip you walk the hills  a range of routes ....and are accused of being a 'prowler' in Gollom Heights.... someone owes me a drink ...

but then nobody taught the beautiful art of propriety and being a tad blushily ehhh... sorry

What a magnificent decade so ridiculously rich, on nothing, but pure knowing what one wants and never finding it.... and discovering among many things one couldnt even suggest to the 'artists' except for two, they're the nasty oily wastewater, problem, too...

I didn't know what all the ....well? even if i know what the '?' is now and didnt a quarter of a decade back....  and thus am truly "complete" especioally as i told her my tragic real realisation..... " i did want one or two more but actually the last few months realise for the first time in my life, since children actually saved it...me from me, literally tweeked my own DNA into being 'human'  in 1991, entirely resetting me in every conceivable way and ways i could never have conceived....nope..... i wouldn't now.... "  

and even the NHS heroines were as i saw rather compulsive shoplifters....sorry theres a line

and i couldnt work out how to get away with crossing it clever girl using her SEX!!

but glad i remained only ever pure... as it's so much more fun knowing that you did it without lowering yourself to any crime...no matter what's in their sick minds

my only crime is my life-givin' ramblin mutterations are just so artless! as i havent the battery to join the dots with so many pretty pictures and very absurd-o-art video inserts 

but they will bne one day.... as there's no more .... no maore what as i enjoy myself so.....no more

(ahh thats in the menaing of life section: the worst thing of all ever is tyo complete a ... purpose.... its ten times better and real-smiley to struggle forever to do whats ..... simply good..)

 

now....who is it who says

 "them british... make a joke about something serious and then just shrug their shoulders and....go shopping"

But what divine comedy, THEY have now given us at last,  and all for...free 

https://www.instagram.com/reels/DSYRFfXDOEJ/

Now, almost as if on side

 my 'feed' never ever ever helps with anything and then damnit sent me a very weird reminder yesters that all i care about is finding my many he-man videos of whacking in posts topless and solo as none of them ever help or schedule their walk when the posts need holding .... in the hills over five years

which is only a positive as its wonderful material for a true Noonanish  - oops is it one 'o' or two? gotta be careful of assumptions... 

god theres even a 'Noonan syndrome" maybe ive got that too im sure they all want it round here in the hills of moan moan moan i have a snazzier 'issue' than you....

  (all the bits to be filled in soon.... you dont know my story even if one of the meanings of life is my my how they actually TAKE from your root story by their assumptions, which are only based on their own muddy waters.... and pissing in them ...   me i lived in the rarified mountaintops of the glorious Laura smiley rider  as per lasteraudio... thats who i am ... afraid, of the one 'real' one..and if she clip clopped by she would use her fabulous so filthy tongue to lash  my poor not even a bit chilly  back into REAL warmth...not one here, ever seems to know what it is.... )

His Lord, ship of foolery

 ...  we shall return to him.

Meanwhile there is certainly one definition of being less of a failure  than him with his " eckerslike the class stuff in my lifetime got fixed.." really now...

when the whole of the BBC defaults (as him yestereve so so interesting ) to risk aversity behind their fat old dead hipster swagger...

ahh i get it now he was "depressed" ...and never found the solution......

meaning of life to do

already very much in the can

even a minor collaboration a weekago in the most romantic highup atchin tan

but some things one has to edit out of the urgent  load of Candidan old hat for now due the Uttermost Meanie Centre of the Universe being here ...

and beating it hands down

but it takes just a tad of time 

as fies their insane AI just another shabby lanyardist which said " content that  goes against ' community' whatnots"  and required a blurring hod almighty yes as i said to her...

the one secret statement  Waitrose ajacent " ive never shared this with anyone but..."

anyway after an interruption if the flow by the mentally ill ai lanyardist and its ' hallucinations' 

yes i bet it was wanking off over the  now rare sight of a young lass baring her boobs without a tshirt neurotically covering up or 5cm of sunscreen or i'm amazed they the delightful unparents dont get them tattooed  ... and got so triggered it had a hissy fit and at the home of Gollum 

" theyre MINE all mine nobody elses just mine... hisssss.. ."

so heres the blurred version

what perversion

So, just as it was quarter of a decade back

 ...her Easterly is back in with a vengeance

Almost as if an alchemised  voodoo volume shout out

i hope you got your logs piled up baby

to paraphrase the one who started all the so controlly tellin peeps what their vibrations must be vos she'll

shed crocodile handbags if you dont

anyway i know the one  real true gift

should i " share"? ...or hold it back for the other version

Southerners would be triggered by this so don't... unless you've got all your safety gear on

 file audio 64 thisterdusk in drive only

rather fabulous about the anti health and safety REAL woman and most hairspray deficient of them all ( and define real fear rather than faked for attention)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1tncPioK0pTrWUsHny2OCQnlLC5yJjSM8/view?usp=sharing

but theres another private file in the same drive that could actually save someones life..i DO ..the rather obvious if even one of them had a memory...

(if she ACTUALLY has a 'conscience' and "listens" well surely she's obliged ...as if one or two of them did die...well she knows i am 'witness' to all as will someone else be one day and its a great idea almost "bulletproof"

if i were Sam Harris world greatest neuroscientist with a massive 'meditation' cure, 'gig' on the sideboard where the rest of the snake oil jars are left gathering abundant dust as its so pricey no doubt...   i would after three years of promising its all free "free scholarships [to all my dull nonsense which is only worth listening to so as to pinpoint EXACTLY what the problem, is]  always no questions asked"  always...

 charge you, too

but im more of acreep, its for my pet bishop, only...

and someone else to weave into the unexpurgated unredacted ed...

BAck to the pet, seh's a reader here too dont you know!

(ahghh now all their mindfulness and othersuch Samsuch that as previously noted... tenish years ago another subcrusade was yes to fill up my big bag of left behind gloves littering all the rural byways.... here its very expensive shopping bags, very very expensive hats and pens.. i have a big collection now of the 7 or 8  quid ones only showoffs buy in Smiths...  but i neraly got selfpetarded there i am quite serious i am so on the 'job' i havent had time to put muy undies on and they were loose in my charging compartment  - so beautifully erghonomicked so as its minimal shuffling to get 6 items powering up and on the go.....

and as usual (she was trained well, very well i have to admit, and did indeed listen) But about to leave MY desk...."what the hells THAT!  left on the floor by some unmindful spirtitual nutjob their workshops failed to assist them in dealing with what so called spiritual or medatative 'work' was for .... what goodies have been left behind today..? .....shit..its my undies!!! frig if i hadnt noticed them i would be in trouble as she knows this is my spot!" 

see smallphone for FILL IN PHOTOS

and then big sister blocked a video of my lass so many times its already been in the frame as screenwelcome often on in background of absurdist video clipping...

and that powerbank laptop liestoo as its now ..

 but now.... it gets uppity

as it thinks its now   " Intelligent" 

well i shall uppity it back

TO INSERT later when it now 'blurs'... it 5 seconds of a kid.... ergo Yankeeland   doesnt even want them recorded in history until the last one has been shot  just for going to school ..

thank god as i said to the fabulous teacher (i must remember and share  as its a key component to making any sense of a marvellous few weeks) ....to be cont

many more to come ive become new system so methodical just when the quest is over

(Estielle a deadNoonan spoke beyond his grave, Turneresque worthy, one of a few, real arty farts, is is in here!)

righty ho ho ho

free substack

hopefully you are stuck on the Highway to Hell, in a long infinite one. 

End 'o decade Roundup (pro) - National Trust use, nearby HIS ecofraud. Turnerworthy...(hatecrime). one of many to come plus the raw installations soon. And why we should divorce USA!

 https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/end-o-decade-roundup-pro-national?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

in ear too if you're a meany and don't use substack i get NO 'advantage' from other than they're kindof free speech pro 

as i don't do paidfor only episodes indeed 

it,  and a bonus episode is actually in here..... Ralph Loves his disloyal time wasting flock of fuckups no matter how mean

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1JAsAh1jTn4_1wzm8rotBes31XHMmznrE?usp=sharing

and totally naughty

as out of the SEQUENCE - spontaneous  quickest 'riff' or two... when i WAS going to get back to the saner gradually unfurling fullsome prettier version with all the Biba polkadots joined up and fixed, and a few Polaks too.... not that theyre of any interest as real change does take several decades at least blessem still probably think (as the most gorgeous of all RAndomites co-riffed so beautifully and agreed " yes back home as you say they think Pretty Woman a documentary poor things.."

a mere quick thistermorn waffle whist planning every thimblefull of fuel  - so as to remain a bit charged up at least in this time of  my charging spots being used for the usual moaning self pity...

a whole useful lasterweek of last meaning of life stuff among many things will have to now wait

a bit

god i forgot to what is 'love' well if I knocked their awful Marina off her perch, and somehow got a (deserved) Serbian passport.... especially when you ponder how they didnt go and spend the rest of the next few decades arguing about who 'started it' when it wasn't...them....

Well.. even then one still wouldnt have free movement...

But i chose [past tense,  i go hermitude full time, soon,  not one word was ever worth botherin with] life! an alive one above all them maybe with em red ones.......

 but true gifting is when you have all sorts of fun pictures and video sniopopets in one massive installation over a decade and can only put the barest scrappy bones up ever....for now...

anyway so so many references this one

 we wont bother with as he the ultimate eyecandy Rupert of truly disatrous journalism tricking the posh birds that he cared about their jabornot....

wpouldnt have the first idea of the real reasons they should divorce us.... him!

And a few reasons d'etre in mine audio above...

all in 'context'... even if rarely named.

Yet

So even if the weather forecast is simply perfect

 (the one pretty, and really rather aged sveltine with genuinely bright eyes, too..."well i went in a dip in the river today and will be tomor.... " " ehh well i can tell you're ok you didnt go for a 'wild swim' innit nor will you have bought one of them virtue sgnallin'  pixie books for any lardarses stockin' ...and coffee table .." ".. yes i shall be going for a swim innit..." we didnt need to say ANYthing to puke on their one dimension of pixiemermaid Missaprehension that new words are as unnecessary as REAL sexybeauty cannot be bought, out of a coffee table book....

 fuckin bingo in HAtesville times ten on NArniacate-all-the-sanity.....

"well dont tell anyone and i know you wont i have to go in a  swim innit ....forecast perfect for tomorrow morn still just about doable..... that'll keep me sweetsmellin' for another week "

 no idea why one bothers round here though ....)

shit i forgot a thread....

damnit what was it: forecast

bathtime....

0615ish radio reports of non hate crime,

 no longer a crime, or maybe not

and the  fat blue line will have to use its 'common sense'

better comedy than all the rest of The Now Show put together, or what!

its gone....

as is this.... even after restart this little yankmade pice of crap

 now only types backwards

now i hardly ever even notice what my Al Gore rhythm sends of the morn especially as Tim of The Eden project dances the same evil tango and famously Al upon getting some new job left his extremely bright 100 bedroom lights on all night just to make a point how he....could....

poor birds all that free Gorey daylight all night! when they needed to be tucked up tellin the noisy old owls to shut the fuck up no they aint got any wisdom either...its bedtime!nope not if you own The Eden... either

Anyway talk about sour grapes Mister reed so many years had the definitive article but "official" lynherd are pimping some far lesser article it seems "offical" freebirds...

when there was only ever one and it has the secret masonic code within (even the BIg Bird pilot lost too poor Jumbo Pete 'Simes i blame the illuminatti" but which illuminati only EVER the so called Greenery....

who's nightlights are exempt from that other worldwide pollution that i bet is responsible for at least a few percent of all the birds never got to live ...  and nobody cares when you mention Mister Eden's little rather big nightlight habit either

Anyway that;ll set the interweb afire .... of course t'was a CIA plot, the original ones were so THIN!

Of course their plane had to be bought down and the thinnest ones killed off.... to be replaced by a load of fairly chubbies to keep that flag flyin' not quite so freely... definate fatslag CIA plot in fact probably all on onnit.... 

Oliver Stone so prosaic and political... people are far more apolitical just jealous of peeps who remain svelte and genuinely bouncy....

 

As was she yesterdusk....a  fabulous elder,  bouncy sveltine.....

"can i help you with your bags... nuthin else to do here in Trumpinton' Central...." 

" oohhh you really do have bright eyes dont you...." 

meanwhile i hope every single one of my several hundred nosey dawn lookers in, Scrooges one and all,  is stuck in the traffic jam from hell, to hell....

to buy  so called art, here....

road map next

 

Yes it WAS! a conspiracy!

 theory solved i mean Oliver the Stone even if he alone had the platform " ehh those delightful Ukrainians arent quite as delightfulowlin;' the streets from 2014....[ as the one who prowls the streets of Presteigne with her pashma thingumy and perfect tie died death disguise.... and the second the bobs start to fly talk about industrial beggin' bowl.... i did offer her a load of free kids clothes  to a fellow parent of nip in  hard cash the local 'community'....funny that all you get back was a begging bowl   email for  and they continue with even more hard cash.... 

Well, that's a giggle, the fuzz gonna have to use their common sense"

 

 (AS AIDE MEMOIR she is yestermorn superb i had NO idea she could have a 12 year old grandson " hmmm....so ok theres nothing to do round here at night i should imagine in your youth except listen to silly old flat capped wannabe gentry figuring the latest way to harass foxies.... but my ohh my you must have got very bored very young let me try and do the math! .." " here you can have it half price that'll do.."  

so yes hateful uncrime incidental criminal hatiness when hate doesnt really exsist which i stand for if anyone else can as i just pity the psycho who ate my lass for his  Kylies Xmas hatecrime 16 years ago....) 

me i just go around spreading joy all day yesters...

only cos its free nanas day

and i missed a shot indeed i would log it as harassment and malicious fakery

" no no nohhh i despair i can tell you not only have a brain but bright eyes.....  sorry EAlenor Oliphant will always have a bad day as ALL Britlit became self pityin' confected vulnerability and lets get a jet to Zurich, JoJo, one way when Pierre fucked on forever from his wheelchair and earsexed THREE more children! ....when EUPEAN literature still has a joie de vivre til the bitter end despite their bitterness.... if you buy him  your beloved middge aged son an Ishuguro you are just perpetuating this supply of narcotics by dealin' innit...  wow!  hanfg ON! .. gee whizz... you can NEVER find a nasty foregner,  Ove in a charity shop  as i was just tellin' you..... thats from the fairies i must have nosed into a thousand of them on my subquest over ten years building my lass's library  now at least 500 actually good books ....she will never get in her stocking so ferked for life....  i mean it ive only ever seen three Oves over the decade and they were in even more illiterate bookhating Marches places...  and if he hates it i will  even refund you the 99p..."

" but you havent paid me for it.."

jesus christ one thing you mustnt do down here anywhere is make a slightly two dimensional joke.,. even to slightly literate peeps

anyway ehh but its the  ugly older ones who really go ALL the way...

landloping past so i told her the lovelorn story of an arty bag met close to here ...

" dyerknowwhat i see these ones and they do make me smile in fact but here.... you couldnt really get more of a class divide, i was heading to Lidll... Lidl right next to her  Waitrose but thats ok as she had probably earned ut decades of the nighmare of tending English children as i said to her 'i know whats in the safegurading files on the heads desk..'  .... does one turn left or right at the queue for the ovens? kindof thing.. and it certainly says so much " she understood!!

and only the old ones can immediately launch into jokes about each and every rip off scheme especially in the other one aside... 

and are so clever they know every ruse ....

but why....why ohh why

"and they were talking about the accidental price reduction at my Quaker Meet thistermorn..."
even the really bright eyed older battleaxes....  well its not surprising nobody can ever do anything to save her Moorland brooks cos theyre all at this self pityin  stuff that the son of Quakers ...my sort of friend well you couldnt be his friend as a childhood being controlled and oppressed by his Quaker mumndad  even by the 70s was so so traumatic they may as well have whipped him to sleep for decades as he never recovered his humanity from it as CAmbridge educated he was eventually most 'aware'..

right only happy clappy content here

shetoo was wonderful!

i needed just once to hear that " yes you're right we only took to a little of the grass as a definite statement that we didnt want to be pissheads like all the rest.."

So, thirty years of none of your chosen...

 "driving home for" any old day ...sat in a traffic jam

ever.

Never

Never mind listening to that deathly earworm ...

Which is what a van ( even if i didnt know then it can be far smaller than a non patinated old vw  a choice.... if you really must go back over to their vile Londonistan, or even through the jams of Hellstoned.... go the evening before and kip there overnight up fresh and at the zennith if zen a cheap black coffee no poncey little italian thing on a stove ...  or just eat it raw ...)

anyway as if to prove the final conclusion i haven't rit yet  at dusk as she gets out of her 4ring in Source Heights....

.... she makes a positive and  fabulous personal sexually sexpositive  comment before i even had a chance to to do 9ne on her

.just for fun!  break the tedium of the total Truman show meets the dead Trollope  ....wow

and rhen I made her cry... real tears for the really 'ungry .

" well i dont want to  but i have to admit i think you are right...."

A TO DO! list brief notes as chargin at loony central

list for later and at least begin to finish ten years of notes

 and these notes to self are the brief LESS "sexing up the green message" as i said to her.... and less poignant bittersweet or lampoonate in fact the whole point is to so Grotify the youtube lot they no longer watch any of em..or hardly

success!

They were only ever there for one...

although in fact it's inverse Grotify as in some clips, among those crackers, are real diamonds ...they'll never even know exist

THE OLD ONES

the younguns

yea so these Gibberites god i need a new word as the one whom gave it really is the worst one of all to have to think of every time i use her rediculous archaic word for conwoman...

t

(pictures insert here of boxes and boxes of white witchy, spiritual and other such books that didnt work on..HER..)

hey don't even think of course that even a simple yeoman spends plenty of time planning and preparing their jOBS at minimum wage...

often i will have spent a whole long walk or evening working through the permutations in my head so as to save them every possible penny and make those they spend last a lifetime or thirty years at least... 

yes so as metafizix doesnt work and they cant mind read either

THE END 

the last one ever!

ive had enough even if every one i have loved like my own cjhild

But don't trolllike assume (whatever that silly word means)

 I don't fix real wonky Queens

and aren't some even stupider  hopeless Utopian

As there's one thing harder to fix than all her Christendom put together

Put some woman up upon a pedestel

(even if like Silas she was she says stabbed in the back

 by her pious becassocked, chief godscquad quack )

two years, draggin the truculent old nag to water

AND at last i made her drink!

that really is what you call winning the war

after loosin' every battle.

But it wouldnt be if not for  her equal...here.

 ( but damn me i saw it in her Waitrose adjacent ....eyes..... just once; that's what you call tragedy.... 

fuck off womenonlyeverajacent to his hero Shakey

.... reasons, next..

it was only so simple why they all became so so small things

obsessed) 

So as the latterday Sandsmen and a few fine women, too

heroically  starve themselves to death

and noone even says a thing 

you just know that what NOT

what you don't ever see

nor hear

tells the true story of his Teapottite tribe

Even if by Mister Badger Bater Member of Badger Exterminants

It's impossible.....  not poss

never 

simply not the right hymnbook

For any Englishwoman to sing

soul

and it aint 'generally' speaking in some department stores its always so.... there are indeed reasons, for...

...things

and you can't fake....real soul

right back to bees and THINGS and flowers soon

So where did i get to.....

 here.

If only she knew the simply simplest level of not any old commoner zen, but these territories, them....

Master of every Bend in The River and road and the best of all is a combo, twofer...  the dark predawn one where you have just a slither on the horizon os somelight pollution - probably The Eden one, even up here,  the way he leaves his lights on all night.. probably in some homoerotic wink at one of their god, Elon's   eyes in the sky...

A great parking place aside a very large lovely puddle within which to rinse just one plate, one fork knife and spoon and cup...

even scrub and rinse the footwell mat just in case....

Every smallest motion for reason and economy of scaled back to perfect time motion and every penneth worth of diesel curated into zenniths of usage only when absolutely necessary and treble purpose.

Perhaps the great discovery the only one Missus Aunty Fado, and true musac don't need any silly showoff tango steps or even pirouettes... 

just err wearing err   (in  Portugal its literally every other word if your ear is attuned)coração 

on her sleeve before him in the background turns her into his sleeve factory of the rest is rubbish after them dodgy men ....got

her

(though as i rit the other day hearing of the hunger strikers in fact dying as we speak and even the awful Rory manages to pretend he thinks its rather awry 

that no media carries their Cry...

Freedom is knowing full well that...

Well it's like this, ten years meandering (25% the time sometimes 50 and usually not very far)

 ...  i discovered there are four words in these muddy shoppin' aislate everythin and puked it up....

(i mean did you know  not pretend mindfulness and empathy, but the real thing everyday

the number one cause of death for the under 35s in YUK is 

by their own hand...

yeah lovely happy society Mister Pinkie...)

amazing her lads arent on them stats unless they are so Rupertine blind they can't judge:

"hmm my mummy and her posh Pasty cooking gigs...  

ten grand a pop.... yet she's still on all the full benefits, 

running costs .... even full housin'

 hmmm.... maybe she's not quite as gritty integrity-authenticity 

as she pretends to be"

But the true insdanity is when one mucks in a bit with just such a perfectly oldjumper natural fabrics fairly good looking old bag

Every single word is " ohh yes nature, greenness,  the 'MATRIX'

 [or whatever silly truly awful word for turbo capitalism 30 years ago we parroted,

or truly awful film they may latterday parrot - 'the beast', a commoner]

 

There you are a few months in about the best actual nature in the fetid Peninsula of Walkers lies.. and lying walkers.

But there was one who you assumed may just have a tad of ability to use their favourite word: "Connect"

" you say youre poor and want to live in richer simplicity

well have you even thought of... when i follow you down

my ohh my the way you jam your foot down on that right hand peddle comin out of every smallest bend or dip...

hasnt anyone ever told you in your 67 years

how to use less gas so youve more laughin' 

space and time, god you bring me to tears.."

 Of course a man suggesting to an actual Cheltenham Lady  who knows every slightest combination of  Cuisine flavour, 

should have been braver

" are you really still that stupid

well i hope you didnt teach the boys that habit

and im being constructively vituperitiveid!" 

Anyway four words. 

You cannot buy definition ever hear. Here.

In fact to geolocate

Anywhere S of Mancs and E of 

well it used to be about HAy

Even ffour narf  year'n ago a

brief meander back out to Monbiots Machynlleth

Thirty years in fact thirty five, 

my 'ancestral' second home, nobody nowhere, and a great cheap real earthy bird cafe

not ever up itself community based on reality

(you wont read in his rag, of his actual from about 15 odd year'nago

whist his kind brag and monetise of second home tyranny,

 second home there

as he calls his fullwhack investment home, tennants " my sweet loving community")

Anyway ... ehh four words.

(even from Swampy as it happens as i knew his neighbours up in the Valley

of Teepees and bourgeois hobbit homes

one his  retirement sofa and big fat tv...)

  

The four words that define every Southern woman especially when every word out of their mouth is holistic  natural supplements detox simplicity wicker basket "my lovely community" and 'connect' 

ohh yes i forgot the TRUE discovery that 99% and i do not exagerate or at least 97% define themselves and identify themselves by something WRONG with them... its compulsory its their currency...

Funny old world that would make me laugh except you're not of course allowed to whisper  even a gently sardonic sigh

thats a point some NAnci she died young too as she wasnt who she pretended to be ....a VERY angsty woman inside behind the painted on smile thats YAnkland for you, always....

i should sue her estate the YAnkee occupation for all them tickets me her one and only Londonistan

superfan

anyway yes them four words....

and MAch... before it was stolen too

...  every single patinated old banger drivin, flowerchild, connected  even older ones way way past their Waitrose sell by date

Performing some latterday earth motherine 

or (even if she was fake), Blue, Joni

behind the mask nowt other than wolverine

 

as.... though t'must never even be muttered in unconscious pillow talk

..[[[[[[[[[[.. [don't tell anyone, so secret it must never even be ascertained by some passin' Orwellate the tramps with his heartless fayre ].... " i reserve ..the ...right..."  ]]]]]]]]]

.......To maybe one day shop in Machynleth FArrow and BAll once again, or who knows what values i'll have in my rest of age

Or send them sweet little  granddaughters.....

.....to Chelten'am...

just cos is say i am

doesnt mean, i will remain, like all therapeutic work we do says we outghta....

********

I ....connect.....

 their polka dots 

 gosh boys hold the presses bargain buy it now for yer boyfriend

Anyway yes .... it's not like i hadn't seen it before,

joined her Biba dots...

The saddest woman on the earth

Not quite comme il faut

Her Biba compulsion 

even with childhood elocution

can't take the ...

whatever you call all of britain, class consciousness

 dressed

 doesnt cover up the way she never went to Chelten'm too...

and never quite got over it.

to be last lined, soon.

But if only they knew laugh lines

real uns...must start with as subject them ...self 

Ahhh yes just in case i die of true zennithing the happiness pole

" i think ive realised over the years that theres only one place on the planet worse than Yankeeland with all their kids bein' shot and complete inability to understand less is more...... and that is a land that only lives by pretending all is well

fantasising they live in a lanscape wellsprings  wishing wells 

polite living hells

because the only thing psychologically worse than

 shootin' em daily n breakfast tv

is bringing them up in some teapot tinpot fantasy

but that's"s all its really been about

 to quote their genius poesie

even if not the ' meaning of life'

" everyone in the laundromat is equal" ..

well unless you're under 40 from Lower Hamsterwheel....

thing is.... 

to be

Case for the defence

 (nope not yet not heryet lets wait until...i know not and this wasnt going to be for a day or so but off we go)

Poor poor Donald's offence

Yer On err... forty years ago near enough

one could pitch up a lost limey in the deepest darkest Hicksville 

even Hickory

North Cal...

and find a woman not only so loving all knowledge 

that day we jumped into the dark quarry pool off the ledge

sultry nothing nights.... 

no noise nor lights

America through The Southerner's laughs 

and perfect morality.

Was every single atom of she 

reached over and turned her knob

twiddle twiddle crackle crackle ...

 "what on earth is THAT?"

From the very first opening seconds 

the snake infested  katydide 

[The nighttime insects you hear are usually Katydids (family Tettigoniidae, also called bush crickets) or true crickets (family Gryllidae), both making distinct buzzing, chirping, or trilling sounds by rubbing their wings together (stridulation) to attract mates after dusk.]

i could have died

dusktime mating all every red blooded man and her

sweat pourin and the institution never beat

Yankee FM radio brings,,,

 and she sings...

and days weeks probably years ... the perfect swamplife song in your ears

not one person EVER in all of Christendom

ever for a moment said twas anythin to do with Jesus H Christ

nor any sky faery organising the one perfect American moment

even if she did...or maybe

BUt fast forward thiry odd years and now they all say its biblical bullshit banshee bastardising  the one greatest of all song of them sultry Yankee eighties..

fourty days a word picture metaphor

 nowt to do with religious mental war, 

or  Dicky's 'memetic' whore 

purest talent purest real undivine spirit who knows just maybe sublime

But then to cap it all by some tragic miracle

he Dead PArrots far too young and along comes 

his lad

a renderin' as perfection as nobody else could

pure love pure values pure respect a pure happyclappy story

undefiled by bible bashin or fake have a nice day smiles

(weve a few of em down here the laster year or two to show)

and hardly anyone even claps  never mind clicks

 even if only one can still write

Greatest song. Greatest performance of it. Fight me.

thats thats fact ...thats offensive... thats your country

nothing....no memory! no humanity

no  pure shiverdown your spine for a son honouring his not even shotdead dad

a goodnews story, untold as no YAnk really cares

 for family,  until their shotdead

gets them TV stares

Pure Nothing

and philosophically, nothing

can't be offended, by even BBC bullshit-anything...

And you can't fuck off and die

as you're already dead"

hmm gotta get in there only a scoundrel uses my beloved Amish for his Jerrymandered ... just like Nigel thinks he cantoo

and he is... 

RC sexist piglet (not even desrvibg fullsize) Torygraph  Tim Stanley  who wont allow even bigjob woman priests    https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002mmy5 in a country 40 years ago nobody even muttered father god in the pissoir ... or even fabulous, cheeky,  nestpisser #2 with her "mother god"

who next...

you did that the most obvious unbeliever in anything ever

 and you clearly killed Margret too

ok happy clappy Bridge of Lurchery things next

or maybe tomorrow