Now...

If the world could see.

They will soon. Or at least you meanies.

I thrive on, despite.

However to rescue a lot of filmed bits  - many terabytes, never mind google come along a few weeks ago and say ...

a euphemism for you have to make a copy of - download,  thirty giggabytes, and then figure how to put them back in which has taken a week...

never mind the week to  fix rather a lot of broken old storage  devices to do it....

to get use of a socket for days on end..

has required days of free labour - MOST happily exchanged....

but it was planned to end a few days ago and always takes three times longer than you know it will...

And what with the pandemic - its hilarious, material one day, of gibbers the last few months...

I cant even pay my monthly storage fee - a long way away.... and...

 https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/09/appeal-estis-library-i-must-rescue.html

thing is the silver lining  - there always is one. Three years i needed to just TRY and sort out so many photos and all that just to put here....

all those gloves soon ready... and many more such states of the 'nation' - not mine i am always 100% methodical and organised..

NO matter what.

to go along with the how on earth does a parent manage to lose a child's sock in the wilderness - easily the amount of kids stuff you see.... 

Now, is now an allowed word

 So, almost two decades having in mind one word.

Even if as a very self obsessed one, and long ago forgotten, nevertheless paying homage - and rather lampooning in parallel, the lies and fakery of sadly one who for decades played at being sad.  Her moggy. Begins with M.

A word that maybe can be 'home'  - symbolic, to describe the whole dam thing.

Now.... as I recently attempted to describe in a long 2x mammoth (one mam=  3x Nerdudan hours ) chat - though of course one cannot expect ones interlocutor to take in and mull over the full simple meanings in all in such a long one, being geographically stuck as even if the English don't seem to think this way - a beautiful example 10 days ago of a chat where one rightly critiques the total atomisation and sharp elbowed selfishness where a simple landman cannot ever ever ever rely on ANYones word in respect of jobs stated as ongoing to be DOne - errata all critiques are prefaced by 99% or it should be 97% of them....

 (gibbers / 'illusionists' = liars who promise to -  SMILINGLY - the smile is important! buy that horse and will be back with the gold the next day never to be seen again; or a neighbour who may say "of course i will help you clear that fallen tree over our drive" and then come the day of the joint bigJOB chopping, mysteriously doesn't answer their doorbell - all an ancient version, even if in ancient times far rarer than the nowadays 97% default version, of what  is 'people pleasing' in todays infantile lexicon..

I have only shared that word once.

Anyway.... overwhelm, and the really hard lil' nouveau infantile phrase - 'letting go' I myself have to use in shortcut language as i don't yet know what are better words for it....

zen got stolen by America and the longer i bother living especially this year, of randomish 'catch up' in life with a  couple of once really important yank friends - deeply important in the life os someone  - me, who 'deliberately' to quote their infant Waldenite, has always kept my friend allowance down to just a handful so as then we have the time and energy and 'space' to know them well.... 

The standard Lowlander 'friend' list  - there is that so called technical term which is WRONG - the 'Dunbars number' of 150 is an absurdist ONLY towny thing...

I know my evolutionary biology as i had, and still have ( - saved all these years for Estelle, only.... unless it can't be saved... as the £50/month lease runs out  Thursday - and every wasted second over 10 years i have inside me as it ain't my fault....though they MUST be turned into bad poetry or Turner worthy art...one day)    a large collection.

And humans essentially stopped 'evolving' when agriculture was invented  - the normal evolutionary forces suspended by trade, and if you actually live in stone age conditions i have  - in real rural lands, although a highish tech version, you required to depend properly on just a handful of people.... and all the rest are merely people you recognise on the street going for food shopping  and may smile at, and chat with occasionally, maybe even sell an old bicycle or car, to... but  essentially one is monitoring them mainly for danger  - will they rampage my way come the next food shortage. or heating oil cataclysm (audio a few days ago)

In fact that Dunbar number is merely a  dilettante  thing of bourgeois modernity  - status needy people, preening their feathers and  strutting around like Peacock... or hen. It's not FOR anything real....

And of course became that terrible Fakebook fakery as of nearly 20 years ago of the online 'network'... who one has  absolutely no idea if theyre up all night, only, unable to sleep, and pondering becoming a dead parrot by their own hand or artisan 'maker' machinery at home...

(The whole damn swestershire in three years meandering though for long periods not going very far which is the best walking - a ten km walk back and forth the shops is best for landlope modality and pure Oracle Babe mediative purity... but unlike all them things, it works! .... yes... i have never heard in my whole life of so many Dead Parroting themselves by their own hand - loved ones children... so this is serious! and of course as even centuries ago they whacked into the great books, anyone seeking sybaritine certain pleasure and peace in some new region they run to, often on mummy's L'Oreal shares..or their stolen loot from being a Monsanto exec for some years,  will never ever ever find it....and will hurt internally even more - that's if the glyphosate residue doesnt get them ! or is PAstyshire  the residue of strong glyphosate sprayed all over the Cot Valley and surrounds... even if their local famous eco-warrior he just profits from his name...as eco warrior...never DID anything about that carnage..[ TO BE CONT..i have recordings from 2 years ago  of his tax evading lies and scurrilous deceit - conning you the public he is a goody goody who cares - and thus gets public money as grants to show HOW he has cared........ when  he cares only for one thing: rich fanny, who he can attract to his 'events' if they buy in to his very very inadequate art and become of that elite clique].... )

And ... well almost everyone doesnt sleep well, many only sleep with potions, and most are obsessed with potions to deal with their inability to afford the VERY fancy potions... in short the running away to more 'peaceful' places to restart....doesnt work.

As one knew decades ago....

Me i only relocated here for one reason... and then can't afford to relocate anywhere else, but then milder winters it has to be said one can USE if loving the outdoors one works best IN it....

Anyway... now... 16 years ago i heard someone say "exasperated" in a  rather exasperating setting...

And ever since then  - i know i will outlive her...

Thats what booze does to you apart from making you CARE about someone elses madness designed to damage you - the non drinker is so so so medium term care FREE the longer I non-drink life is even more of a pleasure realising that is one of the root causes of a form of madness - if kept up, where people take everything to heart... and have those 'dark thoughts' as a result of being acclimatised to the grape...

Move away from that climate entirely and you no longer live in a  climate of fear - what the grape thrives on like your crappy algorithms..indeed there's a good example of the Faeries 'helping' that had never occurred to me as a fair allegory until it typed itself unthinkingly out of my fingers in a hurry due little battery...

Anyway a very abbreviated version of what ideally will be put into a  few pages: so..i am a fairly chummy person and can and at times do speak with ANYone... either 'side' of a non divide - chavvy underclass(i am allowed to call them as i am the class under them) , to  junky.... (the majority though they hide it)   to the majority all of whom desperately need to be 'middle class' despite utterly denying they are (the bourgeois cage -  shortcut words) its so laughable someone should turn it into a song - i will one day if no one beats me to it

(wow at last its WORKing  💪😗😝 - celebration i only use one emoji every 6 mths i know how to curb appetites.... - later...)

WHAT DOES 'LETTING GO' MEAN...?

And really one cannot entirely answer that unless one codifies what one needs to let go 'of'.

Now - what shall i call her? Even if i like her full name, its one of my faves...

But as ALL is universal - all is in Brave New World, and Lordly Flies... even if i catch a few temporarily, the great majority being too cowardy custard to continue just great conversation.... and thus nobody unless like him down South they hide their public money addiction behind some chummy fake mask as 'community'....

Merely The Brave... 

I quickly shared with her a not-very-good example of 'it'.... 

 my sexy readers (not YOU - my specs!) - only needed in low light

Next to a found pair just as good but make me look like EVERYTHING i know has ruined your culture... that did work, once.... ( i still often think of that in the dour film Land of The Blind - CHECK any thought of change beyond the pure self, for unintended negative consequences for others...always...as grandiose Messiahmania disorder, catches up with 99%  almost always, especially if they are in The Green Party....

So if i did break the sexies, i never do...as i take care...but if i did i would feel shit inside for some time.... even me, except i have let go so much by being MADE to let go it would only nowadays be 3 minutes, not even five... before i forgot i needed to let go...

Now i have three years of collage, one day soon....from 3 years landlopeing a region - 95% in the rural places, but if one must go through their horrid towns and villages of only runaways then one thing is as sure as ferrits are ferrits, the endless signage DISPLAYING how 'let go' they are.... has failed. I have never known such unhappy, wan, dysfunctional places all over...

And of course 99% have illnesses they tell you about in the first three sentences of any new encounter ( a case study soon - the music man - his mind seemed tip top to me..... despite his moans)  

Anyway DONT LOOK!

I will spoil it now..... but the effort i have had to go through - but HAPPY effort...a new inner 3 or 4 one may TRUST .... 

mutual benefit

Mutual need..

to get a week at a socket, is historic.
And only for you the meanest browes in history...

But letting go means not 'all is nice' or all are nice as they are NOT.... it means going with a kind of flow...

that isn't all 'nice' but is real art...and i know nobody else does it quite so serenely so that nobody even knows my ...

Unchanged, purpose of a decade

That just got better. With nothing; only failure.

So so so many summer notes to share, and I am hundreds of video clips behind....but there's a reason - a 'negative'  - VERY negative most would say..

That is more than a 'silver lining' it will mean that this winter my desk is so cleared its daft....

I wrote at least 3 years ago "complexify to simplify" and at last its shown to be true

However i am irrelevant... 100% nobody nowhere.... THE lucky one. Who had to let go bit by bit and thus has great energy as all worry around our 'needs' just steals it...

All i know is its so boring meeting those who cannot

And cannot even figure basic maths and sums and reality..

Even Klein managed to work it out a decade back, that certainly minnows like this sceptic aisle...are UNsustainable without far more sharing the real version...collaboration....

Etc...

soon..... if i ever do get one to committ 

to just a bit.

There have been at least 5 or 6 fakes 

the three years of late

TO EDIT URGENT and... why UK is already nuts compared to EU - splendid example

Righty ho the meanies couldn't imagine the work that has been underway to keep this show on the road

To begin to bring the interviews - full versions soon

With some Belgians  - randomly, often it's a sought chat, on how UK sure is the really sick one..... 

THIS ONE TO BE EDITED

but the early bird can have the unedited version for  a bit

DISCUSSION STARTS 36 minutes in

audio file in here

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1X-lWhDjwlsVQ3XJbzTBcXdamXYC08MCg/view?usp=sharing 

So, at last...

 The last one.

(how can she say it's hard to read?! Not me, his great one that is: Count Leo's  Resurrection I count among the simple great ones about equality! 

she, the putain, had total autonomy

What they all wanted

 as Leo could be counted

on figuring out way before the rest!

As long as you rip out the last two pages

His best!) 

"may an owl roost in the room where you sleep.."

 Well, I'm merely a copyist.... 

Except never ever revengeist.

But if folk[them 99%]s can't read how on earth can one even figure what trust is....

 now...having earned  one of the rare goody 1%ers  ("dad where do those naughty one percents come from.." still the wisest line in history even moreso than the supermodel's 4 year old " mum what are the 'issues' everyone is always talking about?" causing that last taboo to be bust: chatting up supermodels - poor things nobody dares! after we both wet ourselves a few cafe tables apart, becoming infact mutually bonded buddies over his so wonderful observation, and it turns out that SM worked with younguns and also knew you...have NO hope! you've Affluenzad all of em.... ) 

yesters

Now.... how to dish out vats of spite that even the most hardened spiterly one of you will have their already small one, shrinking into your designer jockstraps..

soon

All i know is that in February 2024 i gibbered a man....a fine man; the man who became in the tough year my most beloved man:

 " blahh blahh... yes i can see now all lawyers are utterly mad, and even Jeremy Jenkins my so called barrister was mad and when for example the finest  rare example of a decent Londoner

who would go into hades and get to know his client's quirks... as a necessary way to do HIS job.... JJ can't even be (2003) bothered despite a celeb case....

And of course was godfather of that English woman....

(was this some revenge on me for not being crucified by her? - the only man who wasn't, by her)

now you will think misery and babe stuff...

NOPE that's the first time i have ever even seen the sexy Frances  - i knew she was a flighty sext type when we would natter on her phone.... but never imagined i may see her aint this tiube wonderful!.... her and I battled alone against the Straw man 2009 through her rag.....

email that eve.... prior publication "simon...i do NOT [ you could FEEL the St Trinnians head girl in her  fizzing with hate, between each keystroke] respond well to blackmail [sic]..."

 THE most beautiful words ever an English woman can email you

BUT, A finest one of them all does exactly what she is told by a superior mind and wins her great accolades by writing in her 'newspaper of record' she's the legal ed of The Times of London... next day exactly what i told errrrr....

But of course STILL ends up liar liar panties a smoulderin'

" thank you that was a successful piece... stirred up a few of their smelly old jocjkstraps....i owe you lunch one day my man"

And never even following up with " when you next in town..?"

Now.. the key number one to the overwhelm and all of mindfulness is to be able to TRUST your own words....

Me to IAn MAckay that early 2004 day " i will defo book you to be my lay legal man for the hearing early next week.... it's 99%.... let me confirm later in the week... just in case some small personal issue [lie - overwhelmed, stuck blowing a fuse, frozen with fear]  causes a delay and i can't take you on......."

One never calls him...and thus the booking he could have sought helping out  some other victim of justice albeit at £100 a day but worth every penny....   he didn't. And thus my INnaction caused him to suffer...

TO BE CONT...with lots of painful stuff that show just how mean my thousands of readers are and what i have to do to not even survive but save my writings..... not for me, for you

when i am on the ultimate skinned teeth edge, vomiting the teeth residue over the cliff edge every morn  to try and attract a passing albatross to bump it on its head so as to have something to eat

but i wouldnt have one second any different, ever, thanks...

'trust'; though i fact the only words are i adore your spite...

 And am about to duel-back spiting even spiteyer...

(having especially discovered that 99% really cannot read, ever ...)

So, where does one start? at the end. Soon.

Especially on the last JOB. Unless.....

TO DO...

 Now we know just how moaney he is.....

So, even if everything espesh when one is METH odical....

 takes three times longer than the plan

 A, B, or by their sea

ten times longer as it corrodes their brains

into a compressor stall

Hidden.

at last....

As i showed one example of  ' IT  ' 

the other day.

We are off..... but talk about timely. I had no idea just how moaney bimbo their best  selling writer was ..

And how useless his ferapy: 

If you start heavy boozing again when with young child regardless of  the 2020 hysteria,  gorgeous slowdown...

You sure ain't fixed 

Why if course every other page is littered with some ' universe' they still think will fix em...

Thank you to the anti-unfix Faeries

So at lunchtime, the real ferk-yooosseee begins.

But there's no point as one won't appeal to townies,  as they live in endless hummy noise and can't really think.

And the ruralites won't be able to think either as all they will be thionking about is their rural heating oil going up by twofold or even thrice in a  few years...

And rather than think of even the smallest mutual benefit in whatever 'community' solution - the real version which is long and hard and ego-fulled - their 'workshops' and therapies proven as failure as the one they cannot do, is in these...

two audios temporary to entertain my meanies.

Because i can.

And also am off. Its time to leave....

 https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vRB-8asz8OWl4SU9aw1QmnlKIYP7N1-c?usp=sharing

And if i were brave enough it would be leave 'everywhere' for nowhere.

But i love life especially when it works out rather impossibly, sweetly, the more impossible it seems.

They'll be too busy moaning about their knob turned down for years, to even notice... that always silver lining. 

Of needing something....real....from almost any other

But i give 'back' first. 

Always.

Anyway the gobbledygook  censors have now i discover censored me, as a week of occasional waffle into the short quick clips. All along the microphone must be broken yet another fix to spend half a day on figuring and my words have disappeared - first time ever!

So, give up even that. Splendid!

And get back to plan A....

Then.

oops video was missed out of earlier one...

 I care about my 'messaging' as a decade back, especially the summer of (the lost platonic lamb The 'narrator' 2020 and her fake environmental cause  - more likely a bit of money washing in the poor unloved my river Arrow - she has one more day!)   another fraud incame and bough a cottage instead of what  she said she was spending at least 300k on,  a land/seed research project that will save the planet or at least the bit her poor solo 4wd  back and forth the shops, far away, was eating up...

 'twas realised it's all there is left is that message

(THE one that has the 'whackjob' innit)

So, there's little point focusing on the overwhelm before one deals with the real roots

It almost always being even if one don't like people much the way they have ruined 86% of all watercourses, so they say, in England... in fact i bet thats a lie and far nearer 99%

 The big test was always "if i die on your job, chuck my body on the compost heap however please do look for Ralph's old sickle, and pass it down to my lass.... her number you'll find in the unlocked phone the ONLY purpose of life is being to never need to be private even about the silly phone.....

ok one of a few..."

It's extraordinary how at least 85% of them forget...your one and only request

And the second purpose is to accept as the mad Greens can never you lost.... eg  https://www.ralphschism.com/p/israel-palestine.html but people from 'off' indeed rarely get to ones heart fully, in 'story' even if Hind may be sanctified beatified, or whatever historical cop-out there may be,  in her simply extraordinary film and it is HER film even if the babe director superb, too

Even if i know - i mean this summer one poor lost bourgeois woman complains about my tape measure being a bit rusty [ sic]  - even if fully usable as she saw using it with me....to fix the holes the [imaginary] boyfriend hadnt bothered to...

 alone it should be a Cannes  worthy ten minute short as i know full well the  Border Personality disorder is so rampant nowadays there's no point even attempting to assist those with children...

Other than leave behind something a bit more grown up than even Chaka lost to the brainwashing  of  the as always 

half of what he said was ok

But the longer one is gibbed and unabused 

or dissabused

 by their bloody my 'spiritualism'-Trumps-yours

(BEST ever exemplar yesters)

You realise just how fundamentally Yank fuelled it has been for decades...

A poor lost lamb of a people who could never even apreciate for example their superb culture of the 40s 50s.... that went beyond ' faeries' into god 'ole boys and the women muck in, too...

Just like them Former Sovs  (two fine ones in the last 48 hrs have given me the update that it's going BACKwards..)

Who had REALLY dealt with it a long time ago as Ivan said that extraordinary afternoon...

I have an interview with him i do hope ... the Mammoth when we kidnapped him

But yes so so practiced in the ultra PR of this add some slight Red Indian vibe to it all.... and demand that the only way to actually have a plenishy life is to 'follow' certain modes which are so elitist and exclusive, its daft.. 

And the 'inclusive' is merely be ME - i am the ultimate lifeforce you want to be but never could be.... never mind 'I am community'...

When the facts on the ground as they say - i have a decade of magnificent undercoverage...

of

Is the exact opposite - its all 100% a total grift...but thats ok as any sane person left the towns and cities 30 years ago as they did begin to infect

But when it all also overwhelmed the  formerly safe and sane and down to earth, rural  lands...my lands...

And nobody has even noticed or dared focus on what their ways really did mean, the carnage (of just unemployment for the youth for example who had 'inverted'in putting up with their crap just to earn an honest shilling) is truly fascinating

But not one of them ever

the quotient of them being: the more 'spiritual' they demand they* are ... the less they actually honour any persons simple one request face to face when telling them also they only want minimum wage  " please could you remember what i wish passing on to my child...[ if i kick the bucket doing YOUR jobs that if you did yourself you would be healed of being YOU and needing all these external ...crutches to whack us all with and eventually attempt to profit off.... ....] "

 * = in fact to have said 50% of those meandering into the rural lands would be far far too 'kind' ..its a bloody total fatal infection.  As at least a few fine women I have met this summer agree....

But will they ever DO anything to assist in lancing the boil.?.. of course not. 

So sad as thats what keeps you slimmer AND live longer.... so say the facts. 

Yes, the 'overwhelm'

 

21 sept - i still don't know if lil' clips are date timestamped as that would have taken a ten second figure out several years ago and as the theme is was and always will be the gibbers (Mister fabhair from PAsties, didn't even know the word..) waste it, 

Now.. 'the' artist, must build her whole gig on the big moan.

Which won't sound very nice.

Unless one heard several months of wonderful interviews summer last year. It's quite wonderful how we found quite a few middle aged women including two actual GPs  liveing the 'dream' a little down at the coast in vans... in their early sixties who did indeed say " poor lambs, my lost sisterhood, ... they have been so so so  brainwashed into making it such a 'thing' that they can't keep out of my surgery... when they need to forget about it and get out  or maybe DO something IN society so they forget about whats been part of society forever and ... well it causes women to LIVE longer than you over there poor Mister Bloke.... so really it is the ultimate silver lined  no-pain-no-gain.... " 

And that is serious on their side of course they can't for a 'moment' stop and think what may just be... real art, too

(private for now she will see it one day)

Righty ho now even if there's no point ever pondering any useful 'message' all one has pondered all the last decade, how to guide the next gen.. and being a non 'narcissist' my ohh my the frequency of that word seems to have exploded the last week all over the wireless a male accepts males can't say passionately groovy things in public such as shut the ferkup and get fixing and accept that its a constant need so organise your life around say a monthly fixin' session....  and in time you will find you forget about your 'problems' metoo years ago! Nope man has no traction, power. or influence, in any messaging for some years as Messiers Couzens Brand and Co etc and even boat stabby chappies...  all ensured. As they have no grace whist DEMANDING you say it with them my ohh my there being no more 'left' or middle ground one day i shall get back to  

The first thing to make real art of, is back to the old place.

As... its already in intro audio cant recall iof here yet, but whatdyerknow... " idyllic lil' border town....middle of nowhere

 idylic old run down hotel.... bought by a London cult... a real one.... who so brilliantly avoided their health and safety duties, and used every kid in my past area as their slaves...

And quite deliberately had only London female management. 

Directed from some Oil-powered, tent in the desert..

But..it was the way they used - demanded via every bit of signage 'wellness'. Purity.... perfection. When my protective recording device as the poor lost Welsh plumber, plumber is telling me " the lives of the inhabitants will be at risk if they stay here overnight" 

soon.

And your AI wont tell you that history as the superb PR  and anti-transparency skills of such peeps are so developed hardly a squeek ever gets out 

Anyway it's the 'overwhelm' that yes as she said is all over everywhere....

And that is far more interesting than the con artistes  cultistes..who even bought up half The MArches...

At least one human noticed....

So, the 'dream'.

 Part one, when you sit down  - all the time in the world, and attempt to capture the undreamed  mania, it doesn't flow. And it's especially stuck, when you tell anyone you're 'living' it. 

The flow is when you are skating the knife edge, 

On the edge of the precipice, that mummy's L'Oreal shares prevent them from ever seeing the silver lining - as if irradiating multicoloured  mosses mark the exact edge of it and are your guide through the unlit few hours now'n again. 

Righty ho,  so a week back. All to myself....  there is no better pleasure than realising one wouldn't want to go to even the most talented and creative musac, as (one day)  

All to onesself... 

At charging time. Has been such learnings time for a year... no more.

"unity" what a joke!

 Upon their hill....at their 'ceremony' 
Never forget... just how ununufied, " our ...cerrem oneee..."

And in fact merely bad mannered.

But at least one fairly oldschool saner mind was sat there " ehh up mate i wish i had hair like yours.... it's all the disunity that caused me to lose mine...."

Now, it begins.....slowly. Slow catchup.... nonstop.

The inverb to unplenish

 

bein theres nowt to plenish her " we are VAST, retard.." unlimited soul with

As she knows...

now wow mine too isnt finished I thought 'Tamara' some ex Surrey junky on ' retreat' at first sight

nope a Former Sov superbabe

Anyway soon .... very soon

The Upgrade begins.

Abd what a lot to UP-DO

"unity"

 the progenitor

of " community"

Which fair dinkum hadn' t quite began to infect lasterregion ( his Marches where he couldn't even think! - audio a few weeks ago - " ehh we need a bit of occasional collaboration ..... so if you have your computer loaded with;that showoff  nerdy Linux junk you may need someone to collaborate matey if you wish to turn your Presteigne High St full of hipswaying junkies from mid afternoon mid 2020...... and you will only have them butterfly sporadically

so.... if they have to figure out a new opsys or just Libre Office  to work WITH you .... on what YOU cant  do but cant do alone ...

then you being so so smarty showoff on yer linux means no unity of even doc formats . ...

means nothing will get done... ever

just ask the babe on farmin today today how she had to be sat at her pc from sparrows wakey eakey to get her crop of gov  dosh.... [ as she said like waiting for Emily to rip off the world at 400 quid for her Glasto  plastic tits fest..    and if youre not waitin with baited breath in case you blow too hard as a Dolly ticket poos up ...poofff your one chance gone   

or the farmer bloke on Exmoor ... couldnt risk going out for a pee as  he had to await the window for his begging bowl ... 

if your  partner or just pop up one doesnt know your op sys ... you cant be innit together.  "

nope kike talking to a brick wall

that wants to crumble and kabd on you for being so lowly and simple mudbrick

The Technique - a WORKING title, on how meanness or all sorts of weirdness everywhere you turn to YOUR advantage but you must NOT try

Not ready until 2015

So 'The Technique' even if bits to add in indeed really all along was for, or rather persisting,  the meanies... my ralph browsers that is...

Meaning one would not be so in penury if 'twas not for them, however when that moment arrives when you end up doing something you weren't planning due some bad actor, vile self 'armer who can only use others - which won't do you any good in the end as i for sure will outlive you I am so rediculously healthy and you will be  feeling guilty on your death bed and me I will just be glad to still be alive due being 'forced' out into the freshest air, still great UV/IR....and then also something else which is almost unsayable...  but i must at some point. Anyway  a general utter bouncy life forceful pinacle reached,  because of the meanies...

Or you could merely say 'silver lining' but that is inadequate, as it is a phrase that leaves out, the true joy-bounce in knowing they should .... but never will, and you exist BETTER than they ever could, also to spite them a tad...especially if they're English ... 

 NakedLAtvian Woman in a van seemed to get the 'it' but then sold out to taking herself seriously or not seriously enough thinking she may better do what others may wish she could for them too...

I'm not stupid..i know you're all way beyond hope....  so indeed the best thing to do for the hopeless is mentally chuck em off the cliff

 

LOTS more tomorrow for 100% certain, as The Faeries always just play with you, and ....well that one had a perfect voice

So like the other one, so long sat with...

whom one felt was sitting next to you and just being herself and all the rest can go swing from a tree using their own Prozac piss stained dirty bed linen so as to not waste any usable rope

Now, actually now, the gobbledygook phase is over.

 Or it may be tomorrow or Sunday latest.

As at least one fine one can be relied upon.

And the 'mutual benefit', you scratch mine,  is trustworthily perfect... never mind his fabulous real free range eggs. 

(sadly the truly enjoyed hillockite, and trustedtoo  -  what came out of her orifice i had assumed some vague 'truth'  when will i LEARN! not that it matters a millisecond as a real man always has unplanned A B  and C impossible unpotential nothings )

(the early bird ate the best ever blackberry harvest weeks ago whist their 'sacred' moon was being lazy, too)

So what's it all about, decades...

They assume.... well if HE gets up at the sparrows crack he would demand metoo.. 

When the exact opposite is so, in that those few hours when all the rest are safely in the land of their nod, is my safespace, always...

Just me and her Faeries.... (even if she may argue just how 'cabbage'headed I am past nine...  if i don't get my sisesta..)

Now. when I am ready the nasty phase begins well it already has as all i care about is revenge - via The Technique', upon the meanest user browsers in history...

Revenge -  i believe it's in a  clip yesterday, is when you know 100% for certain no if's buts, no (his - one of the half Paks) Russell Brand fake aware awakened wonder nonsense and then running off to 'Jesus' when it all gets too much.... 

So, the 'overwhelm'....

 Sadly nobody seems to follow through or up ...

And even if i will jokey note to the fabulous violent one that I am 'fascist bossy boots' and would wish to be in charge of her winterings  fitness program, no smartwatch (my my they can't walk a hundred metres without looking at them or TALKING about whats in them loudly just on a  wander in very UNDERWHELMING hillock foothills...) no walkingboots needed 

 So yes on the wireless (here just for you at fastesterupload atch) .... at 0635, as i said to the violent whackjob poetess... " well half of my riff is intellectual..." of course guaranteed to get any English one even an ex lion tamer, violently running away...

As heralded here a week or ten days back, in audio for now.... " the ferrkkin ejits who run, academise and lanyardate social policy.....  and then retire into Dooneshire so ferrrkkkin smug it's the most gorgeous poetry of all time....

If they streamlined means testing into one river for the bottom third, run by just one gaggle of fatarsed lanyards  and then everyone in the next third up its up to them if they dip in or out for say a year ... then top third can go and dream data cantre investment ops in Chaiinahhh...  then it would save YOU a huge amount of having to pay for lanyards..."

Which is basically what they cannot say on the wireless about the fact that "eckerslike its going to get complicated in January when your energy cap may well have to be raised twenty five percent .. but we cant work out how to give relief to some who will die of the icicles jabbed in their eyes...."

Which any actual intellectual did figure out a decade back and endlessly tell the stupid Mormon who had a seat at the table next to Gazza in the Marches county councils.. AND time and money to attempt to put his oar in... with great future proofing policy from yours truly

All for free....  and as usual i was right. He will never admit of course as 'god' missed out that bit in the instructions him too busy being 'an angry god' just to shut the ferrrkk up and listen...

to what good works could be done, here, now, in this dimension, where 'he' should be sent to an illegal immo camp, to learn some sex equality, AND pipe down until s/he is less angry and does a biot of actual here and now good works or ferrkkkk off back to the boatstabby man's channel and go and try angering some other fake religion....

(i think the Krauts got it:  " i love immos... my only lass is half immo...but surely the definition of 'classic liberalism' or social democrat with a touch of commie - thats the communitarian part of it, I accept one hundred percent that at least seventy percent don't want for now any more immos and thus if i were to harp on about how my only three truly enjoyed peeps in the last decade are two halfies - one or other parent off the nana boat from the 'subcontinent',  and then one off the nana boat running away from Sarajevo  I would be in fact inviting in Nigel to be the next Steve Bannon copy cat so called bossman... even if married to a fine Kraut...       lets just say that as they should have done with all 'worship' which includes poisoning lil' Moonflower-infants's head with jostic fumes or Tarrot cards, or rather in that case can we have a century long moratorium on it all whist we sort out   her-his's garden .. as they are fakes when it comes to looking after what her/him built .... so we should also accept that most people want a moratorium of sorts on the nanas boating thgis way and anyway things rather moved on when the fine Euros started to put their K9s around the borders so as to clamp down too.... and thus its also over over there bit by bit but nobody will tell that simple fact of life to the Teapotists theyll have enough of a job at the scanners as they go to the brothels of  Benidorm so don't you think those raggety's are going to realise that game is rather up, in time, gradually.... "

Anyway all i care about is my own blatant skinism.... as over the years, especially the last three, I have realised that the Northern Irish really are some of the great minds and spirits. And a fine one of them in the hills - skinny too, her the only one met on the quiet hillock walk of 10km, all summer -  a wonderful encounter, giving her down to earth property choice advisories... bet she won't have listened.. but i asked, " so i hear that some Northerrrnnn Iiirisher babes  are writing some good alive no moaning fiction, no Joho Moyes off to Zurich when The frog equivalent 
in REAL life... written two years earlier, goes and gets earwanking so as to clear the tubes  so as he can unbeknown to him, get fast breeding from his wheelchair a bit later on... all it took was a violent cunt FAR too fast driving bastard to NOT pity him...and make, not ask,  errata, MAKE him live on by 'Drissing' him - my patent invention.... which means do what he OBVIOUSLY needs but is too wimp to do it imself...

  

.... [ i did write in to Esther Inc  - indeed two promulgated contacts, offering to do the driving,  having heard her moan on the wireless  couple weeks back  that rightly they won't let any Brit pull their own plug out the sockit yet....but even her ghost, ghosts you]   ..is this true?"

And I am reliably informed tis true that indeed them Northerrrnn Irishes have at least began some kind of next phase even if confined to the slightly more intellectually advanced regions and that some coastal or further afield places are still stuck in the retardant times...

Anyway proof of total blindness and lifelong prejudice.... one fact of life is never seek any audience ever with anyone, unless she loves her violence, and smiles so as she dominates, via her whckin'....(along to the king of fakes,  Iron Maiden gadzooks!)    if they are in any way associated with the creation of music. It is one hundred percent guaranteed to go to their heads.... and rot it, like an untreatable cancer ... if they spent the rest of life headbutting the mirror theyre addicted to,  in private,  they couldn't dislodge it, so as they can ever think any original thought, of their own..... 

Or just intelligently critique the status quo - especially their Xanax habit as they board a mere hairyplane...

(in other words lesson one is accept ones mortality - none can even manage that! One cannot live until one has entirely accepted death and ideally had a  dance with the sneaky bastard, over a  few years, from Jan  2016,  in my previous dwelling -  far colder and damper than any piece of piss Southern vanwinter...) 

But how can i possibly  even think of myself as complete or even 'centred' or at peace when chatting with a  few truly enjoyable Northerrrnn Irisherrs... the last few years " i realised your lot really were special... great minds.. Sean McP... even my sort of friend John Junk bookseller on the front line.... and a few others...  VAn the Man of course..... tries, to have his own mind....   told Hay festival  on stage they were all such a bunch of' ferrkkinnn rude Ruperts ' - the management that is  he was neverr comin back in a month of Bloody sundays i heard it live...sadly he wasn't quite so authentic  as he fakes...

But anyway of many ignored at airports  - the special door.. even a horrid lil' child kidnapper I am far too related to had Rod the Sod at one of her birthday party receptions, merely as The Rat -  her brother,  had sucked up to the worst  musician in the world, who could in turn get any celeb they wanted at their parties....   i forget which birthday of hers,  he was so forgettable...

I had to laugh when he boasted of being Phil Colins's -  the second worst musician in the world's ...new  buddy and spending time with him and his Missus 

Anyway... among many ignored as one sought the actual human beings - the cleaning ladies or even 'cigarette girls' prowling,  as their sorts of nightclubs would still have them, when any decent modern egalitarian nightclub had put up a sign in about 1976 saying if you want a pack of fags well you know where the machine is !!

But the only one ever actually enjoyed even if too briefly.. the one and only musicman one felt was not lost in the space between his upper  and lower colon...

was the Mong from that troubled Borderlands...  whom in a pretty wise interview with him i heard maybe a decade back spoke of how the conflict, argy bargin with those who would do him down for a bit 'o tar...., 

 deepened him.... 

so deep even he could tolerate The Harmony Hairsprayed  Flounce in their team, without giggling too much at the hairdo....

 ....and create bridges  that spanned even that greatest divide...

Anyway yes the orverwhelm... its so underwhelmin' the way it ... just stops all. In EVERYone ...that's the first step in any cure - the destigmata in accepting ferrkkin all have it....

Except me.... so i guess everyone merely drowns in envy

 

Now....

 oops all your awful future " we gotta have AI sovereignty...."

when all they care about is will we get the million quid kiss n tell the poor old sourpuss Fergie

Needs to get her Joany

Rivers face lift

When the only lift there is, is here, now

( why is this here sadly I ave too plenishy an  unlife i forget just a few threads

)

i know why this is here

Because meeting a real one; not in 'love'

but violence

Even if one hundred percent pacifist meeself

I can only glory in her whackiness

And she lovehearts mine

As she knows i always mean what i say

Farmers moaning, even if theyve been moaning all year about the blue tongue too

Moan moan " the heating oil has gone up 4p between breakfast and lunchtime..."

" it was eighhyytee eight pee  last week....now its eeet undred pounds for seven 'undred literes i near fell throo the floorboards...."

read what you sow time if you ain't years ago known there's nothing but mee mee mee... so said them FAtchies...

Anyway no floorboards for five years nor even small logburner in the death cave.... not only have i kept all my rechargeable batteries just at the cliff edge of adequate charge...

Always toastie in bed..

Always minimal needs in place

Even if the odd cliff edge as most of em are so odd....

Now at last I have time to ponder the past ones

 https://www.poignant2021.com/

" no one on their death bed..."

 At least there is one "  loveable " NON flaky neighbour...

Yes but can he still call himself a ferkinnejittt

 .... now i get it... the whole Lowlander gig..

Never mind my innate racialist transgressering

Now i know 97% are indeed as mad as the mist and snow....

And especially the tyrannical ocd compulsive " you gotta have positive energy" lot are so fuse blown retardant....

of all true sublime never mind pleasure...

And the actual positive vibes, of being the actually luckiest exact cohort in history - nobody before not to come even if theyre so smug cos of their spiritiually ashramist muvva  who they saw through age 2 1/2 but couldnt get a word in all that crystaline  bullshit in her shit making her scream of ecstatic self harm, just having a poo 

(remember that word pic tomorrow now we've actually three years on started at the beginning) 

But the more pleasure than one can ever dream of... in fact could never dream of..

...  from fourty five years ag  i taught my self learnin's by listening....living in every space in between certain people's words.......

just existing in those spaces and sneakily ice pickin away at their temple of sometimes something  seeking the gold, of who's fake and whom not....

but there was no way i was ever going to even see her face.... from the time i first put her on the record player...

never ever

fourty years every strained moment in her great record she's lived in mine

unseen, just every pause heard for what it is ....

real art and honest poetry

No wankin' MTV

And because i was looking to share her with her equal...

I mean it was impossible... never in a million years.... to go back FHD into the exact moment which was the moment...

That fourty years has vibrated within....

which you were never ever going to see...

 

But when you do..... the feeling of something way beyond mere patience something as impossible as the fun of her...

The poor 'all, is here so.. now'...generation can never even imagine.... what a feeling worth tolerating a whole boring life

is. 

so, in fact for the Dutch and Germans, even if

...thyre a tad stuck in the psychodrama  of

" no..... !! i know many of you lot - interviewed many and always get directly under the skin.....the AFD   are not ever going to get more that 35% .. youre all going so self pitying when in the 80s and 90s meeting a young kraut at a cafe was always only a superb equal mature dialog of equals....

"STOP.... the Former Sov East blessit is taking fifty years to catch up  with the fact that there is a bit more to life than as those Poles blessem in the mid 90s were every other word literally 'pieniądze'...

".... they will find Herman and also Mister Mann.... and then self hate as you should for the RIGHT reasons,  have being a prof at that famous UK uni which does not teach their superior Mastr Bernhard the Austrian...as it parodies just a tad academe.....

" who wipoed the floor with your Messrs Hesse and MAnn....  furthermore....question for you...Katrina, do you know what hoarding disease is...? and if so how common is it in your muvvaland please....and by the way mister she is not just a keeper she is Lorna's equal so so deep and soulful and stands up for errself ...you drag her to that wonderful alter down there in the valley..... achtung no nonsense.... do you hear!"

" well vaguely and as i say i am a pharmacologist and know a bit about the  so called mind too.....ehh i know a bit is it a ... no we hardly see it"

" yes well.. we may..."

"its yet another controlly neurosis is so  serious it destroys lives i saw many with it even in a  serene easy no-issues society of the Marches.... ten skips when they moved out...and that was just for the bottled faeces and skin scratched off... luv....your minority party AFD a walk in the park compared to the zombies on spice in ours...  can i be witness please as if i don't see her there at gunpoint or not i shall never forget her and i have older desirable ones on my mind ...  " 

Now as even a ten year resident here you can't seemingly trust,  time to start opening cans of worms...

But there's a reason.... I care about any youngsters mentul elf.... especially hers....  even if i guess she won't listen..or read

But there we go.... at least in Germany  where they have proper greens who are interested in greening the land rather than some or others gendered pubes, they are indeed aware that the British 'green' party...aren't  as KAtrina's fine man said...

And he's an Oxford demi-Don 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/tyranny.html?m=1 

" come ear Circe you fake......

 ... them Sirens.... he got it wrong, I'm sure they accessorised, too....

well what ee should have done before Nolan even had a wet dream about Donnin' em all up in homo-erotica plasticised pouterry

 in the worst 'epic' film ever made.....

Is .... 

 never mind so called 'loyal' Penelope, a fake... lettin' them suitors get all suitory... 

Even if rather unpleasantly  indeed " moan moan moan we are unseen,...and unnamed...." they were 'unnamed' ....

When you meet Aglaope even if tisn't clear she was one of the dastardly pair....

And Thelxiope all in one.....

well what you do is get your attack in first....

and i am sure some bloke was at least conducting them, in the background....pretending they had full autonomy when dancin' to his whackjob stick....

Well what he should have done, is go for it - the crutch accessorisation..... nick the stick

And properjob,  take "confused"  control of the situation.... via their accessories....

Neigh even if unimagined ten times better chapter than the dull dullard one a few thousand years aback, turn it back upon .....  the only one who has the poesy within to..... actually get my inner whackjob rather frequency vibratin' ... for real.

And thus - reaccsessorising ir for good purpose,   made her laugh...... " No. I transgressed..." as she knows, I'm sure,  the most lying goodjob in history..... 

What next ?... one must admit what one's inner core is, so they can't make it up and go blubbing to some judge later on : " "i'm a fascist bossy boots.. never mind robber, of the accessory-tool of your trade"

BUT NOTE TO SELF: all that matters, a week ago seems like a decade, or two...
The young man seemingly no dad ....  Mister Moth, the real man version, unlike Raynors fake.....

 " i had it out on the laptop desktop just in case i saw youse all again.... here stand there and give us some shade so we can see ....... can you see.... it my photo ....? "

"wow yes let me take a snap of it is that ok...

and maybe he can find it so rare one day"

"twas there for you all ..... only, 

and now my summer job is done....

make sure he writes up his  thissummer  butterfly journals

take a leaf from My FAmily and Other Animals....

 i think he would like it,  and he has clearly turned his summer schoolboy lonely lostness 

into something so wonderfully interesting and new learnings found..."

So... i wonder.... what 'next'?

Even if it's the End.

Now...... when yes you heard one better....

 the real thing....

oops i aint got the 'tm' symbol on the Underclass phone

You know what the true Queenery of all fakery was

Its a certainty, i can hear him.... one of those thenRuperts...

i can hear the squeak of his patent leathers trying to avoid the beer spatters on the floor

stood just behind her......

 whisperin' rather spatterly desperate  in her ear...

" luv...... nope! you ain't  gettin' the Biba storecard back...... no way luv ....never mind the hairyplanee ticket to go and hang out with your ' fickle friends' in Antibes or Juin Les...ycunts.... up the road ....... d'you wanna bit more..!?  bit more of my production technique..... i mean it..... next time i'll twist it too as i ram it up.....  ahahhh we have one here the last whackjob, that was so well used its splintered along its shafty bit....  so this take luv u better sing it as if you indeed have some actual emotion 

you beter better   the  last take of the rather profitable comotion 

or you get the real whacjob treatment that might break through the valium lack of any emotion,

 and at least fake it for the mic....

weve canned for a so easily connable population

 and dont hurt yerself with that shovel ...its just a prop so as to go conning half of Gweek you know what community meanstoo.... "

Exactly, and thank the Faeries i have no battery left as i need to catch up with the notes

 As if it can almost read my mind, even if as i do tell em " with an emotionally retarded Bling-addicted fake as  a so called..[ well you can't speak of her, or they go Freudian on you even if he along with Jung is so discredited  - and the latter will be by me when i release my critique my that was three months ago in the perfect hillock top atch i havent got back to yet] .....  [her indoors who despite moving to the countryside a splendid part of it never even went for a walk in my hills all around....  how interesting its the what NOT that we forget even fifty years on....

And them 'what nots' are far more interesting than the years of self pitying moaning that one mustn't ever forget.... as you must never ever do that to any child. It's magyc circle toxic spacedust.. (they have in the nouveau 'upgraded' Lego even - lovely way to influence children) ...]......[ oops getting even more deliberately Thomas Bernhardian hard to read with consecutive square bracketed chunks now to really send you to the loony bin..the ONLY way you come out, the other side of the abyss is being chucked in all the way and 'punished', too, by] .... her whackjob (™)

.....she defo must never be, indeed could never be....

 bracketed i mean a real life lion tamer..... and cleanin' lady

anyway ehh yea the number one emotional retard in history, well mine even if NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.....

so one has to raise onesself by the emotion and learnings (i heard a posh one had adopted that latesd retardo-speak on that 4 chan the other day)

through the best of the girly folk, singers..

Mary Coughlan the chief of them all the way you can hear every lacuny space between  every 'held space' real ones unlike the space cadet per-versions....

the real all of real life in her ....oops 5 perecent

to the point....ungracefully made but as in the great mamouth two dusks ago....

"they all sold out...."  

exactly: so pondering ok what was the most thrilling musical attendence of ones twenties... well, ok, you can't beat sat a few rows back from the front at the Astoria and a rare occasion of seeing the junkie's son, who of course with no dad around, despite his billions,  had become a bit of a junkie too... 

And one so so nerarly could have followed in his father's footsteps especially when about two times or maybe three only thank the FAeries, one was tempted to put ones nose in his bag of finest

Columbian Marchin Powder 

the devil's  faecal matter

And hear him in his prime .....

predicting Totnes and Dooneshire years afore....

you had to be there...

BUt then to be looking for the perfect folk song and i know a few and an ad comes up and it seems THEY sold Sanctuary to the advertisers....

Of one of the worst evil addcitions ever the online betting companies that have destroyed so many marriages and childhoods, dad and nowadays mum selling all their foodbank stuff to pay for their slots habit....

Is surely the one reason over all others that it should sell humanity to the next planet  as a job lot of dark matter  that even the Vogons would reject as beyond the pale..

of vomit, we became

or 99.9%

And the greatest joke in history is that that sneaky lil' 0.1%....well i encountered at the one place even more than Totysville no way was i ever going to dawdle...

Anyway assume the worst and be inspired ONLY by the superb Socratic number we came up with, together, on 'silver linings' ... shetoo

And as i said...watch the Poliakoff The Tribe its about everyone selling out.... as 99.9% did.... 

And still are, at it today....  and i am quite sure all these dreadful musicians are plotting how to sell every last sweat bead  they once spattered, to the AI... so that a false version of them will be sold for all of eternity

Ahahhh but i have a way to beat that.... or should i say, we... maybe

NEXT ... the Belgians on hoarding

 bleeped.... 

which lives in perfect synchronicity with audios of late

Especially the one that VAroufakis couldnt even dream up on his flouncey show off motorbike with supermodel on the back...

the only reason he was elevated to "one of the leading economic writers' by the thickest hacker ever in history,...

And it can artificially hack me all it wants  for sneaky stolen datas....but it couldnt predict what  got into my digitals .....

A real violent babe - armed, very dangerous, camouflaged in "war paint" ......  who has "forgiven" me (in writing so she can't put a falsie in later) ... for my "transgression" - which  is surely about the most Homerically neuro-erotic, mad, pick up trick*, in history 

As old as them stones...... on stupid Voodoo Hillock.... they all flock to to 'hold the space'... whilst i merely spend the time pondering, over at (t'must be now called Herstone)  how to beat them by the most seditious underwhelming poetical lines in history....

that ram their magyc sticks right up where the sun never shines as most of em never get out innit...

* as a PROPPER job poet, and cleanin' lady of course knows..... but won't say, to her public