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.......talk about the most incomplete bit-part bits of bobs ever.
All the same bobs for a decade and a half.
And actual mindfulness is knowing ones mind has been much of the last winter full of splendid insights even quite good aphorisms, but i shall not be able to arrange them all curated as the trustifariites are obsessed with for their all singing and dancing expensive grifty websites and promo materials, despite them having nothing to actually say in real life....
That works, even when they try and charge an arm and a leg for their works, that don't - and i didnt know just how megalithic it was...
And thus how so distracted they are even when defaulting to faking things 'wrong' with them so you too can be in the curative, club...as they're lonely
Now yes as all are obsessed with 'microagression' even if that word has been superceded by an even deeper dive into their shallowest waters such as if there were anything 'wrong' with me i would have a continual headache from the rocks just below the sweetly lapping waves of them, a megga agression is far more real, by choice: and to so educate ones childtoo takes a lot of hard work...
But that's for another day suffice to say even if already said some years ago - fifteen actually " the men of this land..errata kiddults can't even tell their kids ' if you dont want to then to die before their time of bad drugs like the true genius Gil well tell your kid not at them use guile and white lies like i know you sweetpea would never ever be so lost as to, but if your best buddy is experimenting with the harder stuff just tell them ONE thing that may keep them alive longer to make sure you...ettata they, buy them from a reliable retail joint as even in nowheresville of Horrorfordshire where drug dealers used to have a bit of an honour code, as one would have gone to the same school as them, not any more even there they'll sell you something with even more poison innit...especially when the yanks get to sharing their fashionable new sprinklies that fenty stuff that is guaranteed instant death even at very milligrams .... "
Now as stated and i wouldn't expect anyone to have a memory in the so called Anglosphere (they do still in Europe) Yes there are about three dimensions i shall never mate together i mean as per A life story part 2 i believe fifteen years ago you COMPLIMENT a man, stating " you are the ONLY man i have ever met who marks his rechargable batteries so he can recharge them in groups of those that have had the same usage and thus the charger may be more economical or it feels we are doing SOMETHING to minimise waste, overusage..." and he can't even remember being told a great compliment... despite being one of the minority not pickling his brain cell in the grape.
(if one lived i would have added a collage ,made over 15 years of all the stands boasting nonrechargeable batteries - to children too, at the checkouts, as bad for them as sweeties at the checkouts, when any sane ordinary person knew 20 years ago if we do value our children make that little bit of extra effort to try and always use rechargeable...
not in this sceptic shopping Aisle of Haribos...
And that's the mentoo...
As recalling a valuable compliment is part of being either sex if youre a ferkin parent!
yea all the (ohh i wish i had the battery to make a collage that alone would be Turner worthy especially when the data is clearly behind everyone being at least part mentally wonky for phases so it all didn't....work... but none even respected einstein with his fine " definition of madness is..."
anyway bobs
and mindfulness is not taking it to heart ever ever that one cannot even weave some fairly coherent overall message and will appear a random radical fruitbat eating radically nuts
But one tried...
NOT FINISHED YET NOT FINISHED UNTIL 1700
now the real 'zen' is active also in that one must know exactly the few places where nobody will oggle - oggling is endemic i now realise...
nobody will go by ALWAYS barking their wellness and abundant fullness on the phone to someone else (even in rural places ) even more interesting
when occasionally one may have some thoughts to attempt to collect for real reasons...
but yes well you wouldn't know as all everyone can do is moan and feel hurt or feel something entirely 'cultural' (as per A life story part 1 - many more to put up) or pump themselves up into an even more lost ballonic teletubbie than they already were..
ooh thats quite a good word picture as i still struggle with just one word that sums it up
all of it
or rather i do have it but at some point unless one has a real same-pager, well it will be time for an entirely fresh sterile no snooping by sick old men with nothing else to do originally that is them - their real life and lessons learned, new name
a Teletubby floating off full of hot air and nevertheless theyre still fat..
(how interesting and maybe even profound - all i seek, that oggle can spell Teletubbies, but not singular - exactly - they CAN exist only in packs following each other...
yes,. even five years ago quite a few peeps would actually appreciate the sound of simple rain on a tin roof as being far better for you and even your mentul elfine lack of values - causing a 'space' you can't 'hold' as space can't be held, thats the point - it merely is a good meditative something or other that works unlike Sam Harris's demands that you go seek some drug cure...
(i dont pick on anyone its in fact interesting just how totally on-zeitgeist i am even i didnt know.... by which i mean certain 'public voices' who have developed their online voices over the last decade in fact you do hear that they influence all the previous so called public policy wonks those who are said to have had some 'authority' via just about readable (non fiction) books
I mean you could put it like this, one of the very few who the more thoughtful for decades trusted Mr and Mrs Benn as they wrote his diaries together 1+1=3, if he were still alive and had a kid with wonkitis even he - previously able to think for himself i bet as sure as ferrits are, would tell said wonky son " the most respected head man in the world is indeed this Mister Harris so everyone says even in Merry England, so you better go and fix yourself by his psychedelics, but cos were British we'll get you some actually well tailored posher ones with a better pedigree, from that pork-pie behatted chappie, who wears splendid Mothy gear, in Portabello .. rather than quote from the very best one who wrote Neuromania, Tallis, who basically in his intro said "i am at war with my competitor in this field who is...... x y z [ ruder than Don vs Iran]..and all of neuroscience is just guessing which teletubby is more dangerously psycho behind the fluffy mask...we know nothing, really"
Every flavour of "cultural Miss Appropriation"! at the next table...
Especially that bitter tart one;
I had no idea! The vitriol in fact public bloodlust
so much, you would be best
dressed in their compulsory galoshes
Or Hunter wellies in a long hot spell
so as to look good. Even in their ridiculous little medium sized, town.
That very warm day twelve days back.
(I had no idea the boozer even could)
Now all that matters is having a good memory even if i had temporarily forgotten which one it was, the "you're just like boring me to death and probably everyone else.." even if no modern day politician can ever think before they speak... what, Vanlike, may work....
And a better memory for the pseudeia, Vanman chief among, with his " fook ... ive never been so rudely treated by such a load of fookin' pumped up pretentious private schoolboy wanky ejits who think theyre gods gift, no mystery, they are so they am, or is ...in my whole long career ....I'm never fookin' coming back here again ever ....!"
There can be few who so perfectly Miss Appropriated and synthesised or rather crossbred, the sound of the soulful Delta, fifties sixties, and something local, than the one who even Miss Appropriated a gong
which is worse than saying at Hay festival it must have been 2001, " never again fookin farewell..." and forgetting ones values.
Nitin Sawhney, musician (in 2007, for ethical reasons) "I wouldn't like anything with the word 'empire' after my name."[174] Later accepted appointment as CBE.
Never mind being the truest genius at fusion - actually synthesising or even better word, alchemising, the base element of Delta mud,
with a bit of lip as only a ranty Belfaster, choked by even worse rancid chipfat fumes than that you would find in Hay from about 1994...mixed in with the asbestos cladding and whatever other delights were deported over there as they were cheaper labour
and launching a whole career upon just such halfbreeding ....
Anyway i remember to the second the day i stuck it on my turntable, and... heard the perfect synthesis, half bread and butter as jolly good start to the day.
Mister Soul.... nothing else just soul. Adopted from those of generally a darker hue whom went before...
gosh how interesting i thought i was younger when needing to express onesself - disdain of their awful towns, especially that one, i pinched this from Woollies.
the moral of the story if you are going to pinch something as an inexpressive lost person, nick the right records, and start at the top...
Funny thing is that i never took seriously the cake mix, until i saw the boozer and his need to articulate what Donna merely Goddessed into one's head no need to figure meaning...
Not that there's any point telling modern day so called 'critics' of this... rather meaning-free small codpiece from the Master...well he is masterful on men and i needed to see how indeed he elevates the other 50% equally, and i get it, in that ... well i know he tried.
Even if he must use shit-writer, Phoebe's technique - albeit in her hands up-the-jaxi gets i do believe seven references to shock, of shocking via something very very silly, and maybe that was a good reflection both the (senior) women bitching about the other via the same methodology of gossiping about " what she likes" ..
Indeed ...
well the ....surrealism
And.... well not much keeps me from a firm opinion, but ....
a mix of absurdism, and attempting to say something but then she only overtly shags the really (i forget the exact word for the 'devils spawn') hair dyed priest who's going to "have a go at being Pope..."
well .... surely it's the best riff upon her power to chose to play with the devil, indeed...
never mind smashing through the concept that 'beauty' leads to anything but a pretty bleak life....
I wanted to damn him... to make my point once more (for devious selfish means) that there's no hope in Mamma-Mia lands of
in fact she was fabulous on how younger love is just tossin about
for nothing... even if she failed to find better love which is past fifty....
when you know what actually is desirable... and how you can close your eyes
as only one i have ever spoken to, also knows, imagine....
it as good as the real thing.
Anyway the only dimensional some kind of confected computer program set to some aL Gore that even they couldn't have come up with given all the programs, Buddhisttoo in China....
One could at least start by saying, never mind surely the biggest ever budget for on-set fags in history, even i felt like coughing, I don't think you are going to be able to figure what it is meant to mean in one viewing...
(clearly the reviewer not even watched it once as talk about THE main story/ theme/ or toolkit in the boot of the vehicle, in the film being brother vs HIS buddy, her unrequited non brotherly lover - alone beggars belief)
This article was amended on 26 May 2025 because an earlier version incorrectly referred to a plotline involving Parthenope’s “two older brothers both being incestuously obsessed by her beauty”. She has a brother, Raimonda and another male character, Sandrino, the son of the family’s housekeeper, is also obsessed with her.
I think we can identify there the moment that rag lost the plot as it was too busy pinching M+S sarnies at lunchtime to salve its sick little confused mind... which is a completely understandable and rational psychopathological response to the mental illness all around, they started.
Paulo...tried to..... pack into her.
Even i can see that.
And i wanted to hate him for daring, after so many years of being so one dimensional...
as the best example is one and even if i got it wrong on one dimension
as long ago i was told by a rare honest one " well you are mistaken for the whole last decade of your life, us women do NOT take kindly to another woman's kids.."
Amazing thing is she did yoga too - for money....so it doesnt confer 100% guaranteed brain rot - all my life was was hoping there was a second finish female mind as one wishes ones next generation encounter one so guess what one DOES stuff - even goes to the Uttermost Part of this sceptic shopping aisle as last hope... failed...at least i know what standard SIMPLE journey may be usefully embarked upon, even if at last it will have killed me )
righty ho rit a few days ago loose string ends to attempt to tie up into sanity, failed due... diversion
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Now, there is the personal 'evolution' through the swamps....
But also what is the real ecosystem?
Which in fact is a standard cultural thingumy in that i know one thing about humans having thoughtfully pondered them from aside, since very young, its the culture - not Tommy's flagstaff, or even what passport, its the cultural mindset, and at last - well it'll take decades, but at last there seems to be just a little intellectual appreciation of what we knew as 16 year olds in the middle of nowhere...
Anyway.... ehhh .... so ... as a kiddo and influenced by superb oldman mentor Ralph who quite rightly didnt doff his cap, and chuckled under it my way, at all the silly men with their silly showoff status look-at-me cars who started to invade ultra-simple lands..
him the simplest plainest man ever with his old Wolsley chugging along never ever over about 30mph, ever..
And he would laugh if his grave wasnt ignored and overgrown, by a cynical people, at the way half my lifetime ago i readopted his splendid example, of never ever ever no matter what 'empotion' or lifestory, do you put the foot down hard on the gas...
you gently so so gently ease the foot down into the 'sweet' spot...
So that if you actually 'care' about nature, or say the 40% loss - real longlasting loss, not some Johnny come lately loss - gone... of Alpine glacier ice (this century),
Anyway lifestory...
All i know is some years ago i knew they 'steal your story' which is of course an emotive way of saying something, and being emotive over about the age of 45 means your life has failed... thus far at least, to mature and balance into something useful, via the story you pass on to others to be useful
So 'stealing' is the wrong word, for that thing.. that big thing
That even a decade ago i kindof temporarily named Teletubbyitis - which has taken a decade to understand, or at least three years, in that The Southerner... which merely means anyone, as it seems at least 99.99% who are raised in the static lands - the suburbs or towns where noise even the background hum of motors from an A road ten clicks away still takes away, from being what at least fairly modern human became once we realised all the religious/shamaniac/pagan/ ideologues didnt know what a lie was, despite it being their so called gig... (a kind of 'morality' even if the voodoo brigade utterly balk at that word)
even if they never admit they may reserve the right to pass around their begging bowl and be paid...
(merely for their charmy smile)
Anyway the thing.... a worldwide blob... i know what it's called or at least a decent working title for it
Probably for his 'communion' with the sky faeries.
The verb to Driss, or really a better simple way of putting it: how on earth - this one the only one we are allowed to landlope.com for sure... can someone go through a decade of life pretending to be a goody goody, bigtime - for status and kudos...and yet never even ask the question " what schemes could we work up to bring that lass back, a bit..?"
Extraordinary.
now ALL video should be banned for EVERYone - or i had an idea that one should be allowed an allowance of 'media' or at least that one your screen - not mine i dont use it other than to find for dumbed down kiddults like every reader here, things that may simplify what takes decades to gradually realise ...
that are TRULY "hopemaking" and in fact do give actual mindful of nothing zenny peace
in short - well theres the poshword version, hubris, or the silly Eastenders infected version everyone else is stuck on, a real rural-zen person never even gets into that swamp to get stuck, anyway.. of its all a scam/ scandal/ conspiracy ... or in fact weve been 'lied' to....
Nope...now you had to read real books over long periods of time because you knew by about age 25 there's nothing else worth doing...
Its all a scam. All travel, fake, scammy... (especially as the chummy rupertclass sort of colonised it and everywhere)
And then what about this modern 'Master of The Universe' science that seemed almost represented by handsome slickboyman Dawkins, and others... (SMOLIN however - i met him and shook his hand still trembling from a headache having tried to follow the ropey strings
Anyway you got the wonderful Lee - just how wonderful wouldn't come to pass until 2020ish or maybe 21 when he said to Bri..[keating] " ehh both my ropey string theories may be complete and utter voodoo... just.. be a decent human being here now on this planet we can see rather than in some whckjob other dimension maybe its my fault figuring what it may or may not be [ i only slightly paraphrase] "
a true man (ehh it can be f too, in fact should be more f than m) being immune to hubris...
TO BE CONT
and the usual applies to her too " LOVE! if you actually kept it simple.... thirty years ago even a yokel like me had read between the lines even if there were plenty written, the 'twin studies' were flawed even stupid AI nowadays is clear on that....
"and it was obvious for a range of reasons that whoop-whoop men claiming all sorts of special insights via their machinery is NOT how the mind can be understood indeed probably its less understood now than even back then - thirty years ago.... and any sane person smiles wistfully, pumps down, and just quietly riffs ' ehh..... much of it was wrong as a few knew thirty years ago..... so ehh... i shouldnt be getting an appearance fee for this-now.... to make a sane point...' .. "
as none of those blokes ever read anything (the latest Martínnonsense about a fantasy version of 'indigenous'
super heroes who had such true zen they ...well if one reads Uttermost...
a believable book, as Lucas had no agenda or girly fanbase who would come to his towny booksignigns in a town
he spent most of his life in, conning the world he had some 'natural' wisdomtoo
there were plenty of rather not so 'natural wisdom' lovely practices that did need
to be forgotten about as a rather wonky interpretation of reality
such as girls are spiritually better off without a clit, to name one of many
never mind the most beautiful little noman book for years
quite rightly he knows why he needs to develop a symbolic eating disorder
some stupid academic i am sure reads something other into it
other than "what a palaver, all of you..".
but i assume the little matter of all the birds around his runaways hideout,
making a quick snack via his catapult, is scientifically robust - when the shit hits the fan
nature gets it, and is gone
for good... even if a nice nature dwelling African hero
and no voodoo is going to deal with actual reality, the bit that matters
people are prejudiced... and nature always ends up...eaten
)
why of course they can't smell the lacuna between the words that may hold other realities
or even understand that one story may just be telling another by proxy
anyway all i care about is, did the writers of the leaden one - top of the screamy pops, ponder how wonderfully word-picture, for all sorts of eventualities their word picture made 1969 was and still is..?
Did they almost plannit that way..?
great art
at full throat...
I doubt it really, as the culture then wasn't what it SHOULD have become by now as noncynics do know that there was much progress made even in the 80s...
Even the halfbreed half yank, half Van, rightly speaks of her salt-of-the-earthy 80s teenagehood
And also knows we do only have one planet ... no matter what nonsense her half countrymen may con everyone
(but i don't like it even her....even her....there is no hope... " immigrant crime wave.." ...really? ..data... factsplease... amortised relativised...
proportionate
Anyway i am only interested in how can one get some super simple
Oooh thats an unintended double entendre or three..
They arrived, well 'over the hill'.... into even MY hills
They of course never Rambled On up....
Most of them would use some excuse of a gammy leg got when they were off motorbike scrambling on a 'journey' retracing the 'journey' in the only movie they ever watched their dreadful Withnail...
So yes setting up gradually on public money the worst gigs ever in history - so as to showcase something they may have once performed forty years ago in some dull little pub up Portobello, and then they (corporately) realised something....
They didnt quite have the wordprocessing skills to dig away under the foundations of the locals next door, by grabbing the grant money....
and so little of it...
And how at least one of their ragbag maybe even ex girlfriends....
had once worked in an office....
And therein begins the story, nobody else will tell you, of why...
Well the Wyetoo.... but all of it - every smallest colonised and invaded and gentrified bit of the land - the real version that was once secure from invasion except the odd ex office worker, managed to sub the family allowance stealing from her boss...
Thats the glory
in their story
Never mind symbolising a whole con (" well it was a 'spiritual quest' so i am immune from your nasty little truthbombs, Chloe..")
It symbolises so so so much more... and someone didn't maybe understand, just how almost privileged one was to have almost a ringside seat... to the story that almost does explain why so many (i don't speak with them any more even that one great-vibe one tells me a few days ago shetoo is 'depressed', and she has a lovely baby, and posture ) yes are fractured...cracked up... by their accounts sick...
Anyway its the blokes.... they started it as i sat like Buddah in a million square foot mountain top cell up in the hills and watched them invade...
All the same...all the same poised moron look painted on ..
well i never we will be for once only a bit Will Self ..ish...
it being selfish to use words that nobody you would want to read your memoirs understands, eccedentesiast.
a word for YAnks...
but in the great nuanced word picture of real life they are often armed under their armour - the great body neurotics of the world it being illegal in many states to show your own tits to your own back garden or your underwear...
Never mind so obsessively sock wearing in summer even if the British take some beating
smiling just before they shoot you for wearing real shorts which show most of your leg..
whereas of course the British version, whist unarmed is rather more 'armful....
Maybe i now realise...
At least you know exactly where you are with a yank (good thing the way they are now at least 30 nearing 40% of public policy broadcasting in UK)
Utterly barefaced only about them even when they broadcast words illegal in UK as triggering of something, not right, on Start The Week a few weeks back " for the common good" - problem is you have to know what the definition is....
And it starts at home.
But thats at least 3 months of assaying away ...
the blokes.
Soon.
Ohh mustnt forget in a land where all they read is Karenina rather than MAster T's superb Resurrection (minus the last few pages whatever you do!) which is about nuance plus...and Rupert The Bear..
They don't understand that one may be jokingly referring to some silly nearer by examples merely as an explanation for behaviours in places where one really was perplexed for so long just how ridiculously self obsessed, neurotic, sort of Rupert-overdosed-on-Royal-jelly - that was a thing..... a kind of expensive thing masquerading as something when all it was was just some psychosomatic buzz for those who can only get a buzz off things they think are quite expensive even if they never mention that as they dont actually know thats the subconscious process... their girlfriend anyway now does a royal mint in selling con products so that Rupe doesnt need to bother any more..
which became the story of the once simple aside-lands...
Thing is when they are the very least interesting people in the universe... if anyone even thought some off the cuff remark may be in reference to them or some image used merely as universal example of everyone else, when as stated the least interesting person in any possible many world universes
they think of course you are referring to them.... by default. And hate that...
funny world... most would of course pretend they know what the First Amendment even is... having once been to Disneyworld...
Anyway the end... as they are!
Thing is.... there are several almost 'new' kids on the block - several women rather high powered who really are having a go at femalehood - like really sticking the stillleto in the back... using so many pathological phrases and accusations....
using psychobabble
which is one way of looking at it....
But i don't think the most helpful....
useful...utilitarian...from which society can really learn and maybe itzy witzy roll back into something just a tad more thoughtful..
Now, all, well nearly all so called musicians are thick.
Period.
Always have been always will be.
A few notable exceptions, already noted but you'll have to start at the beginning of time, earlyish 2023, and wade through so much deep space time that is actually useful and purposy, it's daft.
I had no idea if you just let go, the faeries - or to use the regional generic wish-list terminal terminology, 'selkies', as they all think they are still sylvan nymphs with intactustoo, and 17 when in fact theyre at the age of real desire, as long as they can actually spell authentic, and also 'think-for-oneself', and stick by them thoughts, which can only begin roughly around 52 as we all wobble at fifty, when all they ever do is figure the sneakiest tactics to get one over on the mindfulness operation next door up all night trying to out-mindfield, the rest of the street... (otherwise known as a 3 tril in debt 'service' economy, even if it's a bit more subtly nuanced and discombobbed than that, and there was a time when one would have hoped that one musicians may have meant rather more by their word pictures, even the one great one about lead - indeed lead and puppetry unless you can think for yourself)
Now.. the most coercively controlled, extreme violence, of the few who could, that was such ball twisting abuse of all cultural norm in all cultures especially Norm's with his spray on sweaty armpits and axe, who certainly couldn't begin to think there may be missing bits between the plucks...
called lacunae....
the rest of the 'story' that one must figure for onesself - wrong way of putting it, but you sure know they HAVE one - a rich real-woman, indeed as pure equalacist and all humans are equal or should have been after Millicent came along in 1963ish and made it clear they can be just as corey, and funny too.... and all other cultural appropriations, of falsies, are crass ...
Anyway rarely does one want to know the rest of the story ... and know there is one...
or want to actually be there, sat at the same table between 'them', him one assumes playing footsie under the table...reminding her, "say what you mean and mean it too tart, you said 'keep your distance'...." and as one would have liked to stick one of those broken glasses in someones eye as a word picture to make a pointy one...
'dont tell people what to think in your stories and writings..oops i forgot you don't you're a goodun too.... as good as the perfect writers who had a brain, maybe even three on the same page - collaborating on it proving three geniuses are indeed equal to four or maybe five if working together, propper.."
Anyway...you have to take the third greatest screamy performance in history, which also proves a point that not only do the 'diversity' hires.... fail.
And i say that having had a ratio of ten black babes on my turntable over some thirty years before it was stolen in Hay-on-Wye 2010 of all places by a typical local - man.... they dress up like him....
Well it started about 40 years ago, the extremely small dribble of hims, but 18 or 19 years ago (as they relaxed planning lore) suddenly became a flood, all the same, they'd loitered around Portobello or even worse Dudley pretending it was the Portobello of the 'Black Country' cos it had two second hand record shops instead of the one pawn, the norm elsewhere, for thirty years and having pissed off the local drug dealers as they never quite knew what they wanted or who to be, a full on junky or secret sniffer, secretively...
And fair dinkum to evil drug dealers they have human rights, too, the main one that keeps you alive, and just about sane despite the wares on sale, being consistency, of supply, and demand!
oops bit of a tangent there even if no, it is 'the'story of the land...
I'm only really interested in what happened to the aside places - the land - in regions where it's average 15 humans per square km or less - that's called the real 'countryside'
And we - the few struggling on there living a very simple life knowing that Walden was a showoff, confected showbiz thing as only living nowhere... with no neighbours and certainly no sane neighbours as IAI tv was the only one, before he and his hotpanted diversity hire (youth 'experience', such a bad one poor woman - why of course she couldn't manage her landman... despite sucking up to his then 10 year old daughter and even a ferrit once) had even dreamed up the tv bit...
Anyway yes years of nobody nowhere -above the actual 'snowline' in average winters, well for a few weeks. Persisting a never heated old dump...one loved for its nothing ness...
(yes remember that line of course one can't talk to any Swesterner as saying " ive never even had central heating ever AND lived in very cold relatively alpine old unmodernised dumps...and loved every second of not having to waste one on Mister Lewises showoff uswitch to Moneysave... or whatever the selkies are addicted to" they simply don't know that language and thus assume you are a mad stone age dervish rather than smarter than them...as you ONLY persist through the worst of times, and even abundantly flourish with plenitude, of mind, when you have nothing.... their stupid shrinks wont be able to tell them either...
as they can't make any dosh out of most wonkiness is due to choice... and the cure is knowing the only one you have so its not even a choice any more...
where was i third best screamy one
Even if only the first one is in the slightest bit any good
despite being white
****
But then the first and last
" ok David.... ok i MIGHT..... as i was always authentic well i know don't matter a few decades..i know i can still do it and always will.....but there's terms and conditions, as a son of biological scientists i trust you... first rider in the contract, i ain't even going to look at him..as long as i only have to look at you......in fact he mustnt even be on the same stage as us..he's just a themtoo..... and then i shall put in a special bit at three minutes and eight, an expression, wordless.... that is between you and me wink wink, interpreting what i have discovered in life a life of authenticity, that all architects are vile throwup..
"whatever is the in buzzword for what's up there as a charater trait, beyond actual Broadmoor-worthy actual narcissistic, that makes-Don-look mindful - of others, self obsessed Messianic psychopath who have ruined all of humanity, . the worst always were always will be and even ones who do a few years at architect playgroup like your so called leader Roger well i should have known thats why he never paid me for not just cowriting it...but embodying being all of it - BEing it, pissing it out of my gusset...
"squirting it.... .authetntically....
" i mean the royalties from the funeral homes alone, that likely paid his kids private school fees [bet they were no time to hunt em down, or rather, the truth] ... I mean poor India a superbimbo - as we in the 80s knew ALL so called 'models' are will be and forever and ever amen.... and then men got into that gigtoo...."
(Clare Torry settled her 2004 lawsuit against Pink Floyd and EMI out of court in 2005 for an undisclosed monetary sum. The landmark agreement officially credited her as co-author alongside keyboardist Richard Wright for the vocal composition on "The Great Gig in the Sky)
Anyway i am so so so distracted, by the lead....
Or have been since i was doing just ok truly deep diving into winter the real version not their dreadful Winterings...
The one where rest and longer nights are there to be taken and used, for what 'nature' intended- restoring ones frequential vibratory systems nobody can understand as there's an extra dimension - that pesky authenticity, so one can bounce a bit more..
in the right direction. There was only ever one....
Anyway back to the point i shall possibly forget so rattle it out quick first draft even if the lead i guess got metoo...
Anton should mate with Sabine.
Or rather as in Uttermost Part... she should take him under her older wiser and far sexier wing (until she started to put on makeup about a year or so back ohh woe is she) and show him the ropes...
"anton... kick back... smile a real smile that comes from core-ful cheekiness.... engage more, and tell them a simpler deeper truth....ok i am still learning myself having branded self as Ms Sexy Fizzy thing.... " as.....all sane people have known for at least since the age of about Einstein.... well, it's quite likely all of it is hokum... ok we can say 'Newtonian Physics works' which is how silly space cadets get rich; and also how we can waste so much wireless time on the dullest proof of failure, ever, this spring ....i mean its a hell of a long time fifty odd years between the last tourist trip to their moon, and the next... when you do the snippets on ' a recent meta study questioning the best 1600 physicists in the world who also get paid to be ones rather than fatty McGilchrist who thinks he knows anything, never mind the voodoo merchants starting with now discredited, rather, Deepak, who one assumes wont be selling any books either unless they are all so stupid they dont know that anyone else who is joint-enterprise criminal embezzler to the embezzlerdiste... is a not very nice person and maybe crossed the line so bad its kindof weird they didnt end up in the slammer in fact as even paying back what you nicked usually still means you are nicked...Anyway when half of the world brains suggest they think The Lambda Cold Dark Matter (ΛCDM) model is the standard mathematical framework of Big Bang cosmology. is as likely to be voodoo as
this one certainly is
[file 30 may, moto]... well what you say is ... smilingly and you put your feet up on the desk and slowly unwrap a cigar - most architects thought they made you a man... you you pull on it very slowly... blow a ring up..PAUSE... and say there was that book i think edited by Gell-Man i cant remember in my library i will never see again due gibbers and no-idea-what-they-want-nots ... about 98 he tabulated the views of the top physicists of the day and the majority said voodoo as The MAtrix was out and so dire they hadnt recovered from its mindfuloflessness yet .... so they said a reality is a 'simulation' .... in other words for decades now the actually honest ones have said we havent a clue what 'reality' is fizzics wise, and therein lies freedom...from all the absurd hype men who for fifty years think they are godlike with their theories they dont admit are just theories... indeed its TRULY mindful ... knowing that in fact nothing has actually really happened for fifty years....
and they know nothing.... which is gorgeous!!! "
(ahhahh i love science raised myself on Horizon and Time Life books, SO, after first wondering, then.... i would learn.. that humans get so much wrong! which is gorgeous scientific materialist freedom - science being every few years the old theories are as right-on as a Clash record and their performers last even less time....so often almost always great new science ..well it isn't time-tells-tales on...
.. but there's something even better than all physics being as dodgy a bigged-up scam as all of 'spirituality' or shamaniac nutjobbery... to be cont...)
anyway that bottled blondie who really did get to the .... meat and two veg of it embodying
likely in hear ultimate embodyate death scream likely from the pain of all that hairdye i bet the architect MADE her lash on, that hurts....
(as we had so artsitically and scientifically confirmed by the females of the two sexes, in the still not finished page https://www.ralphschism.com/p/mm.html )
proving if you have something to share with the world, two minutes in, and believe that your version is gonna be better than any other old hires.... ....go ALL the way....
Even if recent studies have only confirmed one confirmation bias....
Just how stupid and fattist (drunkist too), that night when the only one ever who kept it up always into her late 60s...
proves that whitey is always faking -is in some ranty or contractual tizz ...
about what only one babe had in every starr spangled sequin, always...
soul
despite when i rejected her just her and i, a small dump bar.... and her in a state i could have 'taken advantage' asking for me eye to eye, hers a bit unable to focus.... a dance...
i keep to my principles
ALWAYS
no fatties..... never mind dancing is only for children...
But fat is something that can indeed change.... or at least end up being met half way.
As she obviously did.... even well into her sixties.
wow....stop the presses even if almost all so called original material material is just a rip off of the fine work the brave men (it was always) with their tape recorders did decades before...
'NO VIEWS' which means as i always knew the world is very stupid and has even worse taste and understanding of the sublime crossed with a true babe...
there being so few
As my record player got very very bored of her on repeat for years....
have we new Carmen or some rehash who knows but i know where her intermittently chubby daughter stole it from....
"what is reality" fatty Mcgilchrest... sure wont ever know as i bet he can't prove in reality which 'side' of his right or leftie ... a tear really comes from
ahh no more battery ....
and so discombobulated and so many half writs, in the drafts for some months
Well, as even then they couldn't sit still with a good'un for hours or even days, or even just a few hours with a perfect, simply perfect, truly salutary tale of how to live on, a bit....and how ALL status vehicles - even their showoff antique sledge,
in the hands of the show off, needing to express emotion via something external rather than just go for endless, without end, hilly meanders on the landlope, are a lesson in life, on how to actually live....
And despite all the 100 years solitude caused by the endless moaning merely cat-fight jealousy that nobody got such a wonderful one out as her, so blame it on the men or someone else ... or a some assumption... well, one great mind, once, got it all in to about the right nuance .... and balance - or even lack of, and cause and effect...
So yes to quote the usual showoff tv man Mister Herridge, who didnt shut the ferkup for a few decades until he had something original to say....
even if the sincerity of nobody cared about the fact that Miles had rather a bullneck, of either hue, even that age....
and thus suffered for his actual 'art' unlike about two generations of late ....
"There are many ways of telling a story"
Never mind even if I never say so what, as when the real story began twenty two years ago, of them...endlessly, well... ok ....
With those truly one dimensional Mister walker user-men, all around.... who then transmoggyfied into the kiddults...
Well, of course ....
music is utterly inadequate when it comes to telling a 'story' - the Walker men wouldn't know as they all became onedimensionalates, too mainly cos of the wrong shit musac, that is merely some sort of sugar coated mirror which was so badly made you couldnt actually see any kind of real reflection, all those 'filter's hiding behind showoff car windscreens...
probably on balance worse than Will's show-off drugs that pickled his brain so much - in fact its rare that a once junky doesn't return to a kind of normality, with appropriate hubris, and good salutary tales to tell.. and in fact MORE maturity from climbing out the other side of the really deep mineshaft of a hole that they almost always report was worth having fallen in as... they came out eventually, a bit deeper...
Unless of course their name was Tony-Blair's buddy, Bush...
No not The Bush..... the one who really couldn't speak at all bless im...
but then when you've spent the last two decades on 4 chan using big words so big that even quite literary minds have to scramble for the dictionary about once a minute of Will, well in fact you don't have to scramble for the dictionary as a real man learns some principles/values/habits - and sticks to them, that only really fucked up little unrecovered boys with un-dealt-with family or childhood 'issues' have to show off, even into their 60s, via using every big word ever invented, in public, to show off and thus...
guess what
not one word of anything they have ever tried to say will have been worth listening to in the first place, so don't bother...
Even if i did,try to trudge through his dead prose with nothing subtly interesting ever ever to say, just to prove the point
Anyway.... i gave IT a name, a good decade ago.
IT
... it sort of showed up i Bovary....
but then all the whole range of 90s and on things went into a higher gear ...
and you end up here
(no not me i am inoculated thats what hell does to you, for youy)
in the British public 'space' where everyone is so sick that
they can't for one second think of ANYone else ever and shut the fuck up about their top-of-voice sicknesses they perform top of their voices..
and that was just the 'blind' man. Who isn't actually we hear later on.
Indeed if someone could be bothered to put the sign in front of him within a metre under a bit of light, the one saying SHHHHHHH....shut the fuck up means YOUTOO
he could read it perfectly well.
Anyway this thing...
It is a word-picture.
Thing
Symbol
I saw it again this morn
At the perfect timing.
Anyway it needs to be described. I know the causes....(many of which he got into Affluenza) but as for the 'effects', ferk its hard to simplify it into even a few paragraphs. But they are clear as day - as they keep repeating, which just means they are ALL so boring...
copy-cat
never copy-right
Because even though the word isn't in my lexicon, that's of course something the narcissist (temp word awaiting a new one far more intelligent and actually empathetic as theyre all just pathetic, its not their fault), can't do....
Back to Tuesday, cont from the one the mad illiterate one that couldnt even dream of having ONE dimension for all their trillions as it put a perfectly nice little one behind a warning.
But it can have it's wonky little way
the rules of life are don'
t even bother complaining or appealing. That's whata real wo/man, IS. Knows they know where the line is.
++++++++++++++++++
cont....
" venus conjuncting with saturn, means be kind to everyone, today..."
Just the start. Hopkins, heroic Haidt..... to "Gabor is a slithery eel..... "
Anyway before i was so rudely interrupted by an interesting proof that sadly they have all been mentally disabled by your web - i don't use it other than to confirm my unbiased pre-web learnings that are splendidly balanced and sceptical and certainly un-officially'educated' (even if what a good start whoop whoop " that American is a venomous snake..." my my she's their regional cultural Joan of Arc, and a halfbreed too, even if only one half gets monetised, but anyway that's not very nice, top-of-voice, either, in their Temple)
Anyway, despite pretending to be trousered, for provocative something or other, way before dumbed down Daum and her like were even a trickle down their great grandaddy's inside leg,
one of the first greats, wrote great books about no sex acts, as no good mind speaks of them as they are boring to speak of, never mind write about, as its obvious Colette was at it with 'intentional' embodiment' from very young and rightly nobody should be interested - the great writers are 'above' lowering themselves into the mere mechanics or politics of what is just run of the mill, no jogging vest required...
...
ahahh reprise
only because
for whom sex is something that doesn't need to belong in any book or conversation as it's merely what you do whist figuring out if you have the same intellect, philosophy or scepticisme... between bouts of splendidly artistic ennui.
Anyway Wendy blesser comes along three quarters of a century after Ms Pantaloons and sticks her awe in bigtime, best ever raucus real version of the mess... really very rude ...
Writing and being publishedtoo, in a way no man would have been allowed. Then or now.
every purple shaded word and all the spaces between them drips with unfulfilled or even messily fulfilled erotic madness even sex crimes... and vicious double entendre
what a babe! even if the post-modern victimhood-their-only-currency brigade seems to have forgotten this little matter, of one of the best of sellers ...
Even if it Misses the point which is Colette evolved beyond unnecessary smut and titillation-smut three quarters of a C earlier.... that sex is something to do, alone, hidden from prying eyes, that's if there are no drones around....
Bella's dad didn't explain to her as he was too busy collecting really atrocious silly first-wave, foodie books via my bookshop 97ish to 9ish......
never mind something even worse, for his bedside from his own rag
(but a few years now of random nice inclusive chat and at least some have read it, not one noticed " did you notice that TWICE in her rather good oldschool pukka book avin' a go, at HER OWN PEOPLE.... she brutally attacked her OWN FATHER's newspaper.... ? thats a reasonably well esteemed lass... or maybe speaks of something else ? of course stupid ex private school interviewers dont ask her why... theyre too thick themselves to have noticed")
(merely my notepad, reminder to self find the simply genius bit demonstrating that punctuation matters and post modernism is for kids who's parents down Gwerk couldn't be bothered to learn 'em rite
“It opens up the text to multiple interpretations” is the student’s defense. Ginzburg then writes on the blackboard, “Pardon impossible to be executed.” She puts a comma after “pardon.” It then reads: “Pardon, impossible to be executed.” A student calls out, “He lives!” Placing the comma after “impossible,” it then reads, “Pardon impossible, to be executed.” Ginzburg asks the class, “Should the condemned man be executed on the strength of a comma?” The no-punctuation student replies,, “Could be either way, I suppose.” Ginzburg, a loyal Communist Party member who barely acknowledges the plots swirling about her, finds herself in this no man’s land of political “commas.” Watching a colleague dragged off by the authorities, she comments, “I’m sure they know what they are doing.”..)
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