well i never...

 three thousand extinct suckers yesterday looking in here  for succor in your too empty adventureless mean minded lives...

well....

one of many essays brewing this one TO DO .

now..ish ..

on how you inherit the earth.... 

not you, too... you

alone.... 

because there's only staying home

nobody nowhere ...keeps you.... 

to be cont

Now!!

 i need my archive! 

I am entitled to .....ehhhh even if its so much better for the actual consciousness to merely remember... just how atrocious white supremacist academe is in ....

( i can now define it, fully, even if anyone with a brain thirty years ago knew to avoid the dumbed down  bullneck bovva 

boy aisle so perfectly exemplified by AC Grayling so called superbrain pofessor 

at their penthouse Towers if rotten ivory

of  all that is modern and enlightened....

couldnt even be bothered 

to read up,  on better books  

that poke supremest literary fun....

At him.... and his kind

That neither Oxenford nor the bridge over the Cam  ... have ever heard of

So said he into my journalistic fun facts device

When the European minds knew decades ago it really was the greatest of ...well, since about that last war .. 

And it aint about anything else except holding him up to scrutiny ...

but thats not interesting in the land  that cannot stop butterflying around 

what is,  is perfect example of the exact opposite of adventuring is the only way to live...

and nowt to do with the  environment

 which i only include 

to turn everyone away, without being so rude

as to say bugger off go away

as quite clearly there never was any point

I know why...  its all rather rancid old meat  in this gin joint ...

But its that 'adventuring', the ultimate thing

thats the exact opposite of ....

why one has managed to do ones thing

to be cont

now.... small 'n' as really there arent any new sentences

 never mind chapters.

I love awaking always after the required 7.5 hrs.... deepest.

No prostrate piss, up the middle if the night .. no worries. And the truly best sunriseish few hours are  nothing.

To ponder past present and no future. Even if there's only ever been one rather full time anti-adventure 

Bleakness is gorgeous and the answer always. Nothing worth saying thinking.... perfect peaceful centredness 

And then bugger them, two distractions. A two fer as they say.....

The summit crammed with the exemplars  of the exact opposite of how to live... 

But timely. 

so .. the poor Czechy..or is it ie

 pity a hard thing to man up and clarify.

It is not hard to clarify  what no so called ' therapist' can even really know.

three years of London Oxfordshire most of the Home Counties comes to play .

In Swestershire infact her clientelle-on-sea

not one ever...ever ever

seems to ever even think, "gosh ' healing' my por traumatised/abused/ divergent soul ...[ pick whatevers the latest fashion]  would be 100% drug free ..

never mind nothing recreational

which includes the almost compulsory

 " psychadelix"

they dont even know the opiates, sleepin stuff...Youessay movie popularised xanax

all of em ...  90 percent some form or other of them they need to .... 

i still dont know what

i have every reason to blot out, even at times inwardly  soothe  an achy leg through overuse .

Under, really

as the more you do, the far fewer twitchy muscles or even inflammations ..

a totally drug dependent on any old crutch of a so called privileged ( even tho they wont admit just that) peeps who cant even recall that moat their ancestors awoke just like me every single day...

nothing needed to get me through even five minutes of yesterday, or year....or since about nineteen ninety ..

Is.... always total clarity, and lovely

But i bet most her clients cant even admit their truth in her supertherapy

What its for, to live only ever independently

Of all such fantasy..  remedy or super druggy key to  doors opening on super spirituality

of course I'm wrong, they know the one and only next more 'advanced'  humanity

shes too sensible to believe exists, but, still, denial of the impossibility

of  ever talking or whackin em into joyful total sobriety

is something i know a real man should only pity

Now.... as stated correctly before This chapter of a longer odyssey

 than little nancy boyman and his fancy horsey Homer...

About early lasterwinter, it is a far far splendider thing .....knowing there is bo hope of any simple human affinity  out here...and thus one is free merely to obtain the best arse in profile than anyone else my bouncy age just by meditatively hillwalking the extremely empty hillocks

talking splendid bollocks to myself 

and you even if 75% of audios havent got here yet never mind to bot infested Substack...

but i dont have the meandering time

online

ever to ' research' anything much....

But there is a kairos time...now..

' who was she, really....?"

( hearing yet another priv ed wankersucking Faulks very very sour dick on the wireless yestereve 

never believe

on word of any English says he has read a book.

( even if hark my plant in the bookshop says that Mister subversive is doing really well ... i actually am quite thrilled this means there is hope of at least a minor civil war... the Accupuncturistes.... istes i rit

vs those tired  if their every dull little word of jabbiness if you even suggest maybe its all just a meme... the data being at least 30% of all curing is just through being a sheep....and thinking like the rest are connedto ( one ohh or two same meaning i guess) 

so yes...1993 ..a job lot of art arrives " a buddy from Oxford in the Soviet Union.." . former if it was by then dates rarely matter . ..

But my ohh my he must have had a real second rate source at some or other museum their heritage goin out the back door to even her front room ...

i thought i should look at last....

my my thats really rather beautiful...

says he who knows what my coven of tested tempered ones ...mild tempered tempered into hardened steely ones of late....do need to do

NOW..i can get back to those notes...

 

I just knew it, the test, she would bite back, at least she is esteemed enough to untip her fangs...

 But her cocreator knew as he has seen me many a morning at lower quiet atch, him gazeller  landlopeing by... occasionally,  briefly eye to eye....

but no need to acknowledge, 

the true brother tucked up into the hedge

anyway i do have to get this spiritualistISM business down properly...

WITH actual empathy

for a. the failure of it all as one saw daily

and b. i care about their cashtoo..

Never mind that the complete and utter divorce from cause, effect, taking ANY actual responsibility

for yes it was my land too, so it was also down to me

If i was one who read a bit of Guardian (as they would perform)

or even went to... the number one unnecessary rubbish dump and disturber of the cows 

now if one is observant my they are SO predictable, 

ME " i wouldnt go in a whole universe of free weekends, sorry con.... i saw with my own vibes in days younder gone

when there was a bit of genuine caring sharing and ok manners"

And then one of two options: " no i go to the special more world music events where the truly perfect ones like me gather in tents.."

or.. " how dare you... Dolly was so so authentic and indigenously magnificent brought us all so together..... and all my children go too, and do very well with their market stalls [ a not allowed phrase for 'their offering, into that lovely community'] ...  "

 

(really not allowed phrase or observation, of fact: "so i guess they made the rip off ticket price selling cocaine in Clifford  - the Primrose Hill of Hay-on-Wye ...to that young woman doused in petrol for not paying her bill... twenty years ago... never mind mining the rest of the cheap seat kids for ketamine cash...even the Town Crier in on that little gig....")

Wow the broadband connection up to the divine ones is working better than scheduled thistermorn, its a SIGNNNNNN....

 

NOR READY UNTIL LUNCHTIME ish....

Now.... this is the only bit you are allowed to consume, for now.... 

All i care about, why as of 20 years ago the environment in places where there was some, was un-lovedly...

merely that as any actual rural person knew long ago, there are a few simple stereotypes  - maybe half a gang who have their stereos loud with rubbish music and their thing is magazines on whats the chunkiest  noisiest motor to wank over...

then the 'country sports' brigade from the shooter to the rest of them who are even more weird in the head (audios a few days ago ) and really do want the people, culled.... sadly

Anyway in regions of THE environment  - especially the 'mid' elevation lands where the catchment is and far less arable, a couple of decades ago there was  a quite sane 'stereotype. of the 'Guardian Reading' saner invader from The EAst...  

And even saner ones who were already there out West, on NO inherited money at all indeed with NO money and no special thing about them being only 32 and knowing the EAsterlands were full of horseshit.... as the 'new age' warped itself all rather WAttsian up your bum self obsessed dribble.......

Anyway going West, nothing in the bank nothing special in ones past to brag about as they all began to - be here (there) and endlessly going on about what they had been before..

rather than living in that moment there  (And even making a living locally there) 

All terribly simple  - maybe at a best estimate a quarter of the peeps were oldschool nature 'lovers' who had read or glanced at CArson's Silent Spring...

And knew that theytoo needed to maybe keep an eye open for reasonable habitats being Wastelanded unnecessarily... up on the road to Craswall....

from evil little drug fiend fakery central, HAy

There needed to be even just TEN percent who may be 'nature stewards' to make FRIENDS with local habitat bovva boys and find a way ...some compromise... by befriending even if its VERY hard work over years....
And one has to be on THEIR level as they - the generation long landowners are the indigenous who just want to mine every square inch of their land for enough cash to be able to afford the same fancy 4wds the invaders invaded in...

which is a reasonable response... 

that needs reasong with... by reasonable nature aware thoughtful oldschool greenery...

But then.... what actually happened is just such peeps instead began to 'invest' all their limited time in... crystalgazing, ..'save MY MY MY unplenished soul..'. naval gazing nonsense... homeopathy for even the nags....never mind "only shrooms can set you free..." . which  meant, as all that fake spirituality costs a lot of dosh and time and we all only have so much free...

they no longer even had time to perform REAL necessary

"ceremony"...just when we need them....

never mind to have taken part in real actual environmental 'COMMUNITY' which actually did what it says on their monetised can

of nothing

but them

And thus, they, the traditional (over 100 years in UK) nature 'stewards'  no longer had the time..or energy....to take part and even go to a planning meet re the local chicken shed invasion early naughties... which is NOT the reason for a destroyed Wye it was already underway years before.... mainly due the poor waste arrangements of the yuppie barns that had popped up all over ... they came to live

IN

so as to plot how one day they would sue  for their money back...

they only stole in the first place working for some or other  dodgy corp or institution... they ..TO BE CONT

And now just sue for something they never cared to DO anything about, then...

Never mind just protect the odd bit of habitat nobody would really have objected to a compromise... especially if just a  small amount of funds could be injected so as to say long lease a bramble patch in the Uplands 

nope..... 

that's why over 20 years all your environment just lost its spirit and died... cos of them so obsessively seeking to plenish...theirs..

with nothing. 
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

THE REST TO FINISH..... WITH CAPTIONS ....LATER

and endlessly monetise a false version of community to UP only his resale property price

but to reprise..only two South Western archetypes are such mad fun they are worth adding in to two decades of The Marches 'events' 

AHH THE REALLY IMPORTANT ONE

 left to moulder in her shed, Mrs once a sane farmer turned "white witch" when all she can go on about is nature and saving it... funny that the one who gave us the word 'gibber' even if it was her dad... was the ultimate rarest purebred example of that species...

but i don't judge..i sort their chaotic sheds irrespective of what the hocus pocus did to their once ok minds... and thus am happy

ohh yea god i never have a phone on the beach unless the ultra fake for months is saying that as well as her Oracle Girl maybe she should create some REAl content too just in case JAcquelines con isnt the actual answer...

ahh i can get the exact date of when IT died from these photos.. the spirit of the land

this is better art than the fairly good Nolan..

And then he took part

ACTUAL ZEN

is above (TO BE CONT) 

but it's all about himtoo

Nope...not going to get there today ..unless....

 meaning living in 'nature' - all i wish, even if a bit of towny  flanning around WITH an objective 

as usual Oggle and whatever it's stupid  rewriter of the language gemini i must turn it off when i have the spare battery to figure how or dump it forever as it is frankly more evil than all the robots to come put together, the way it ENTIRELY fucks up the language

(great video on THE SUBLIME made yesterday describing how, in the can ) 

A flan does have an objective, and it is to be 'present' to use the ridiculous colloquial crapspeak in some quiet and atmospheric area of some or other built up place or suburb but could be rural hamlets too, seeking earthy  atmosphere of good feeling.. a kind of deepness as if the fairies may exist and just maybe they have their yogi tea in the other dimensionsat on your lap, here...

and you certainly know you'll never even hear them laughing at your dull one dimensionality... 

. ....They just watch the people, the streets, and everyday life. While the traditional idea of a flâneur was a man, the female form is called a flâneuse. 

but ehh yes.... being as faeries, other dimensions, (ohh that was actually funny someone on the wireless one of the big knobs stating just how UNDERwhelming your 'cosmic event of the century' was... are ineffable stick to this one and a 

flâneuse

flanning around European spots in the autumn or even winter actually seeking out REAL 'differences' was, years ...my plan. 

compare and contrast UK vs EU libary 'ambient' noise..

compare and contrast as many nursies [ regular, whorespittles  not fruitloop farms] have told my chronicling devices,  uk " god there animals.... all night in the open wards screaming down their phones at some friend or relative about some psychodrama not in the ward... now.... so nobody can sleep any more.." even if no nursie knows the data: sleep one of the most important time-is-money cure alls... 

  vs EU ordinary hospital settings... 

compare and contrast ...   even garage mechanics UK vs EU..

atchin tans (years of data i already have) indeed the secret stealthy weapon  is you don't need to use that phrase in EU as you're welcome anywhere

compare and contrast 

 prostitutes: eg this one...

And all the 'child mental elf ' data in the world won't tell you the REAL reason ours are so much more fucked up

which needs to be jazzed up and taken a step forward from 

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/08/summary.html

nope not going to make it to the big one.... 1.5ish gigabytes of raw proof ...

filmed upon the roof yesterday  of Swestern fakery.... with VIISUAL PROOF that even they dont believe in their Vudu

That merely sums up twenty years of why the far far more important fakes in the actual 'environment' 

Actually did destroy environmentalism. in one sentence. Soon. 

There's a sequence...

TO DO add in here the photoshoot when i can find it.... and search engine optimisation, never mind hashtags,  is  cheating ..its merely all only ever about your cold random heart...

ahhahhh got her... the whole half a day " wow esti .... Its going to be so lovely your  mug on the bookcover...and me a humble local photography student,  girl i will get my name in as the photographer..

" right so imagine it witha  beard squiggled on