now..... (they'll eat your dogtoo)

It ... there is only one 'it', even if bloke,

was wonderful.... even if the opposite of me. 

Indeed rather beautifully done.

So why even bother to mention the sister?

It's almost as if as was obvious twenty years ago, the side effects,

niegh

ricochet

leaden weight...

will have inadvertent consequences. 

One cannot even explain to the latterday lumpen lot

Anyway even Albert's lass Catherine must have become a tad Marine, if she complains at the arab sisterhood being a bit "woke"

But... talk about timely. Even if I am a year late. That biggest of all questions. 

"Est-ce que tu aimais ta mère ?" I wish someone would ask me as 'radical love' has other elements, too,  such as is a concept good for the common good, too.

But in certain instances the judgement must include the future. 

 Despite their number one moron monetising the Now... 

Anyway what is the perfect true zen state to ..Bea(tify)  

Even if the grubby motor mecanic Pirsig  couldnt see it in a month of sundays had he been meandering aimlessly on foot, slowly... for his whole lifetime.

And it certainly is holding no grudges at all in any way infact even if i have magnificent memoirs despite disliking that word immensely as it suggests some old wrinkly thing back bowed fuming away at his desk grumbling " his turn next...is he dead yet? cant afford the lawyers bills if he picks a fightback..?" and the best 'memoir' is hidden away in something else that is based only on energy and sunshine ..

And mad fantasy as of course this was just a film even if the only sex scene ever in cinema that is actually erotic...

and maybe the Londoner - and you can dress up in kilts and castles all you want and even con the world via your posthumous wikkipage,  and pretend to be a Highlander ... all Lairdly, and mountainman, but if you are sent to some London private school, that's what you are...

lost to London.

... had he met an actual equal*  

in his teenhood,  and realised that there is nothing more desirable than indeed.... 

one who can fix stuff  and even get in the bairn without any neopropene gloves to show off (photos to come one day), even... when she knows nobody is even looking... 

He may have ...well...i wonder if it was her whom inspired  the female part?....

sadly she was always hiding from me...

well, except once....

Where was I? ohh yes grudges and grinding axes

(I MUST remember the clogman scene from a  decade ago - all that stuff you hear especially now, on " we want more bombs ehh how do we pay ohh yes all those dole scroungers..." well in fact this is proportionately not true..i did a 'data dive' and the comparisons across the EU are interesting...later and i know i don't have to hurry as there is one thiong for certain which is the ex private school boys/girls.. meedia ...basically the same thing, can never ever even manage one lateral thought regarding the bottom third... and ask one small question about the dole cash... " and how much goes on housing"  

anyway councillor Clog... some years of Mexican standoff as anyone with a brain knew to avoid the fake cowboymen who invaded  - first wave around 40 years ago - even if a dribble of sticky smelly resiny stuff... on the coattails of Zeppelin who only ever had a second home they only went to once in the wildlands... likely scared of spiders...  

and yes the ones who are really thick played out Easy Rider or whatever other rare intelligent reflection upon reality  America managed, unfortunately somewhere where most rednecks were unarmed and thus they chose the fantasy smiley version that all blokes on very noisy motorcycles are welcome to work on it all day at full throttle close to where their ex girlfriends lived...to piss her off, over a decade..

 despite being councillor..

now, that's her fault for not dealing with him like an equal...

but when after some months of tolerating a local youf in a terrible pickle  - thrown into the cave of benefits as all the social workers too cowardly to do their job....  

" ... look Mister Counsellor, i hear him sometimes....  when walking by his open window left open for a reason...

" i mean its funny when he calls the ambuklance service on speakerphone and tghey refuse to come all 40km and pick him up as clever little drug addict he knows thats the only way he gets a free bag of chips from them waiting his turn in the traffic jam outside the hosp....

"having spent  all his disability cash on skunky stuff...

" THATS clever!!!  he's a genius! and what acting skills!....but seems they rumbled him i heard recently out of his window him screaming for emergency attendence...they figured at last that every time they come out to him theyre taking him back home ten hrs later without needing any actual treetment....

" anyway i heard him recently screaming at his dad of course he was never around even though living in tghe same small interbred dump... he was last resort screamto person...and i heard himn at a weak moment when clearly he had forgotten his window was open...

"screaming...

"well that kind of scream only comes from some kind of 'love' or feeling  even if you all say he has none..

' dad... dad you GOT to help me im going mad staying in all day watching telly all these last five years of my whole adult life.... ...i NEED  A....JOB!!

 'get me a fucking job... i need to do SOMEthing...'

" now i dont really know anyone well round here as i live here for the  only reason there is to live here the walking just up there you never see any of the local ill or anyone walking so that's my happy life....

" and i suggested to him a few days ago i would help him draft a cv if he wished and immediately came the accusations that i was a defo fan of young men for surreptitious reasons....  

 " and anyway i dont know all the local business you will, in your JOB.... in the smalltown as councillor.... so maybe you can see if someone around might give hima  leg up..a start somewhere..its what HE wants i know as i heard iot with my own two ears....  from about 5km away in the hills..." 

"[a look of amazed amazement  anyone in our wonky hamlet would speak with him uninvited] .... ... you gotta be kiddin.. the little rat can rot in hell ..."

   despite it being his job... councillors do get paid especially when she is their clerk and in charge of the expenses float..

As the public record doth state)  

Anyway the ... second wave that arrived the Shaktis all of them of course not one would have ever understood what transparency and accountability meant as gradually they sought to cash in on the patronage purse..

Having slowly grabbed all the 'community capital' - fancy bigword for goodies only have so much time to spare...

Especially - i do mean especially, not incidentally, but BECAUSE

 (last time i pinch an image from online but my my the time it saves! i do have hundreds of tghousands of photo realism snaps my own copyright i would never dream of stamping "MINE fuck off" but the time to get them out and reorganise them into decades ...i just cannot find, battery time i mean...

 

and these are the REALLY dangerous ones....  i wonder why... it seems to be the ultimate atomised creep statement whist pretending to be Jahhhh love..

Just ask my lass's first crush if he managed to survive his rastadad who came in....

with my friend - the ONLY one i always totally respected..the one who proves that she is bulletproof and constant...

(until... and that's the real story of 2020)

But it was him, back then.... a wonderful secure funny woman mum of his two nippers... 

And there is not only nothing wrong with but my lass their lass ... mine would always share her ferrets.. with her friends - guide them guru them into how to deal with fierce country animals as country volk had done for ever...

That was the idea....

And it worked...

Except for him....  I mean the painted on smile that goes with the silly matted hair, is one thing but to see it dissolve as  if dipped in pure meths and spat out in your face .... exactly the exact opposite of their aesthetic: stupid 'one love' parties, stupid fake van life...  

was fascinating

even if sad too....

And of course i understand why the Shaktis (who did become MAJORITY as of around 2015 ish....) ... well....

to be cont

(and eating dogs is a bout generalisations from another note i forgot i had that really rather well sums up their Teletubbine fanatisism...  i mean basically i guess the way it went, from 05ish and on...if you and your so called teachers TELL everyone they are lovely and innocent and so so unique...  and my prob is i am no 'ist' and certainly no 'libertarian' as i aint stupid that ends up with fat yanks getting fatter as a word picture / parable /allegory, for all sorts of appetite that is bad for us... yes but all the clever dick 'psychologists who are starting to have a go at their sisterhood BIGtime.... [ at last the FULL pak is back! ..i shall put in refs later].....  it really is all just down to a whole thing of TELLING people how wonderful they are... especially at gatherings of the zombies like Glastonbury and in fact any 'festival' since about 1999...  if that becomes your - YOUR, sales pitcch - to false compliment everyone around including the teens in your care... 

i mean above all as HAidt is reified! tye stupid silly man didnt even notice it began some years before his 'social media' all his thick boyman skull could ever manage to ponder....  the scary thing - i mean REALLY scary...is that his flock have bought it hook line and....it will sink you....)

Anyway where was i i only have one smallest grudge and prejudice as having spent an evening in the company of the most horrid boozers ever who ruined my chances with the Nanas...

Never mind being responsible for so many dead flies - EVERY insect counts when the official data is something like 60% died this century after alighting on his ,makeup box left open in the sun him drunk in a bush next to it..

or in my plane

which was in fact THE Nanas...

Even if i wouldnt have touched one of them witha  barge pole even in their prime as only fixing things is actually sexy....

Ideally in conjunction with real songs...

funny thing is it never occured to me what it was about...i mjust skip to the next one that isnt about horrid violent things being a shrinking violet all my life...until

bloody hell he needs cancelling!

* the bit about generalisation oops the sequence is an EQUAL first...

They The Thomasinas of course as soon as i said it their eyes lit up and true conversation began...

 ugghhh.... i love my (non) Struggle to quote  the entitled title, of the worst book - almost ever - of course the radio4babes love him the ultimate stroppy childman with nothing to say...as he looks nice... 

 all three thousand dilettante effete pages ever, i read em all.... 

bu8t i cant show it all there is so much more this is just tghe tip of the iceberg for five years...ten really

and the only iceberg who ever put in any coffee money poor thing so adrift at sea hasnt the first clue as to ...well, even grow up...

same age as me

I would have thought he may have a little solidarity in him...

He did know what a true most dangerous harridan his mum was..

And  ...well even his father, if that's to be believed...

Though of late, errata i realise, i have been far far too nice..

and 'understanding'.

Now, what's the troofff.....

 Even if she didn't get her twoblue

ticks

loads of them this year especially as if one often takes ones afternoon nap in the hills on the grass, without any spray in sight....

(of course that was the first 'master slave'  nonsense... bantering at the little  ticky 'toolkit' they all think nowadays is the root saviour in everything...when actually it's merely laughing at them, all, always... that's the saviour of all, and leads to great sleep always ) 

so the trooffff.... is never one dimensional, but at least there is a hidden dimension in most matters that matter, in that when one has all ones time wasted never mind all ones life sucked out of one, vampirically, even from the other side of the world.... 

giving up, even if I always act as if the best thing mutually will come to pass... still, i.e. notionally, provisionally; well freedom from having to actually communicate ones care has at least left one a tad more energised.... or maybe just tennish remarkably good little books in a month in the hills... and a return to the first. Which i knew was cheesy a bit sillybilly....a bit showoff....  but it turned out i couldn't put all 500 closely printed pages down... and thus really did end up with a propper tick fest..

in tribute to him and his  life and death trudging through swamps filled with all sorts of nasties... no choice, death, or life..

and before sunhats or waterbottles were invented 

(i LOVE her she called me thisteraft an 'aboriginal'.... sweating in the sun at her weeds.... but i love her for far far more   real reasons than cheeky banter... that only the Northerners know about ....i told her the story.... she told me their names)

 

Now...a long time ago in fact 2020 i invented a kind of new advertising, working title 'gonzo advertising' where not only do you NOT smile... you do have to tell your REAL story over a  period (no 'celebrity' or even fake eco man such as packham i hear on the wireless, always, as if he's the only one, could ever do - it's not compatible, truth and being known UNLESS....you have watched Land of The Blind and took it in, right propper ) so that the punters  know that not only can't you lie, but always expect the truth = the worst, and also having been a single parent one knows how around 20 years ago they all got so so crafty and engineered everything to look like it will last for some years, whilst indeed using raw materials even more cheap and  flimsy than ever, and likely to not last even a week...  even B+O .. even quite a few top brands.... 

In short real advertising that has your name and phone number with it so conned people can phone up and slag you off if your review or smile is false as they all became...

And when EVERY pound counts as mine have for decades i resent even spending one, even if that one i don't think i did....

But was a good investment even if i paid in blood and the even more valuable currency, so so much time...

a photo entitled 'man management' 

In that a REAL woman of the hills not only doesn't nag  she also knows how to make her manslave happy

As just cos they went and invented some so called Constitution to be all 'Enlightened'  two and a half centuries back, all a slave really wants is a bit of  decent nosh..

And....

though every art installation expert in the world could not manifest the most extraordinary five dimensionality in this picture.

So i better write that story one day...

But cannot yet! due there's no real free speech...

The first easy dimension " ehh up luv, bosslady.... ive fallen in love with you already.... itoo leave little hippy bits of wildflowers in their lawns  in fact its my stamp...mine... all i care about even if often a battle ...but you have a whole lawn of hippy wildflowers gosh they are as lithe, alive and beautiful as you...and i'm not bantering now."

how....ever.....

The dimension you really do want to encounter

Is a most wise old bird, (ewwww him....god another reason to leave,  Manchester always was full of Pandy Panted fakes...")

" ... we lived fifteen years out there.... I adored Nelson.... ok we lived in a  gated community with real security guards and landmine topped walls....  but when i returned here.....  gosh it had changed..... even up here in La La land ..... i feel LESS safe here  than i did  than even back there.....even in the times of delightful rather chubby Michelin Man style rubber necklaces, you knew where you were with the folk there... 

"here.... i fear almost everyone .... and as for the tragedy of the young men... no they dont put that in the tourist guides...  as you say i wouldnt drive on the roads after dusk either....ever... as three of them  high on drugs proved recently...

" so beautiful they were too...."

"DYER KNOW WHAT you beautiful woman... ... you are the ONLY one this whole region, errata Englandborne,  i know  i can tell you one of several tragic real truths.... 

" my many year last hills.. you meander well i did all the mentally ill there dont ever get up anywhere and thats just the ones without an official diagnosis..

" but maybe once a month i may see someone up on the paths there ... and one was fully alive and honourable  - as walkers always are or were, if our paths crossed, and we chatted true chats, and even bantered... 

" i never truly hated being a man until i arrived in this region.... 

"any woman one spies out in the wilds, or even in a park....

"  if one is even slightly on a collision course.... as a people watcher and noticer of all things outdoors i notice often from one hundred metres they tense up... their posture changes... and nobody knows me in this region.... i feel a frequency of vibrating hostility or fear or whatever it is but it is truly horrible.... i had no idea it was like this in Other Parts...

"its so sad... and there's no way back from it....do you know what i am speaking on?"

" yes....even i old and rinkled and ive lived my life.... and arent even afraid of lions in the jungle.... here, i walk only in ...fear.."

"leave radically beautiful one... you are not  too old.... you really arent your posture is amazing, and your embodied flow superb....  as if you did do hot radical yoga every day all day instead of laugh at my jokes about it..... 

"let me tell you about a place i didnt ever want to go...knew for a fact no doubt at all, immediately i would be stabbed the moment i got off the plane as Wikkipedia said it was the poorest place in South america.... and...."

To, NOW.... be continued, as there is only one energy...and it isn't anger. 

It's just never being afraid of any truth.  Even if i am a perv and it turns me on... all the true version of the horrors of all of it.

But that's not enough, you have to be able to weave it into something real and and  bit animal spirit and parable polemic but in disguise  such as  the only time a child in literature has ever been used correctly...as Jerzy's 1965  vehicle 

for grown up reality

and i do it all bloody day in my head, notepads, even sometimes in the occasional person-to-person communique...

But then nobody ever seems to value any word any more... 

And mine are so valuable in that even a page or two uses up a whole days allowance of laptop..

Or rare good film time .... 

Lets see what Francois (m) did to...it

the ultimate in thoughtful philosophy

Now, the Rock one...

 even if a little bit, moaning... as usual.

Wow eureka i got it! 

Even if "twenny years" ago i got it...

And tried.....

to find something useful, and 'communal' in the so called (by themselves, even if they wouldn't be able to read the book from the great year, ninety eight,  and realised Michel's magnum Les Particules élémentaires may be a parable about youtoo... and me, so be careful) ' tribes'.... invading even up in OUR hilltop jungle, My Family and Other Animals,  paradise...  of " i know who is the smelliest animal up on this hill, dad..." 

In fact that sums it up, none of them could teach their children humour, means, always youtoo...

The invasion of the one dimensionalistas... 

Now... twenny years... where'd they go....?

Well in fact into my rather good  - errata, exactly average, mind...

That grew out of all substances, thirty eight back,  and did some real 'learnings' on itself from twenny five ago, 

" ok living up away from them all

[ ... ALL its about is competition  for scant resources, from the one woman left who doesn't need a showoff bag just to go for a walk in the hills, or who can fix her own child's bicycle; as sure as ferrits are,  your don't care for your oft stated cared for kid

if you don't train yerself FIRST to fix all their stuff, rather than leave it in a big pile as 'art' project by the back door ...not even under a tarp. too... just in case some fixin chap may meander by and stick around long enough to tolerate you and your endless " well i think you've got hasburgers..".. [ [their first sweet little diagnose-job used from twenny years ago to tell you how much better they are than you]]

while latterday, as soon as they had grabbed all the signal down in their Lowlands...

 inside all night writing PR posts about how you so so ...care...about all muvva naycher's this and that.... ]

"to the rural trickle - drip drip drip...of hardly any internet signal.... 

" well all there is to it is to retrain onesself to always get up at 5 am ish if i care for my kid, as the only way i can make a bit of income to put on her plate AND be there super zenned for her plate of scrambled eggs [ cheating due time, fry ... and then mash up saves TIME, especially on pan cleaning,  so one can save time to TEACH kids... especially in Wales where the 'education' was so officially awful they will entirely ruin your kids basic inner  musical setting - as diagnosed by leading  orchestral bloke German Order of Merit for services to yoof music, her so called almost godfather eventually deigned to diagnose... ..

 

and thus a real parent despite utterly decrying all musical creation, understanding of, wanting to know anything about how it works, ever.... has to even teach himself some basic recorder .... 

...as lovely other household in this lovely land will even deliberately sabotage the child-stated wish to get good at her instrument....

four years plodding along ... learning together... going through the real Worst  Journey in the world...

on behalf of another.... ]

breakfast on the table by eight and so full always engaged  as is required for real childfarming, one is 'present' one hundred percent even one ear on the scales...  mobile phone always off even if rare to even have a bit of signal wafting up...  means retraining oneself to get up at 5ish if one actually does care to parent...."

yes scant resources.

Now, your average, incame the 'tribes' 

Well in fact they weren't very, despite that being their, then-buzzword...

We met the first one day up in our hills. 

In fact she was parked on the verge up from our extremely remote crows nest at 426.72 metres. 

Shakti... who can be named as later on one would hear SO so many of her victims be rather frank about her....

And she ended up stealing a LOT of public money - which includes public internet 'love', they all learned to monetise from around 2010-15...

Obviously not her real name.

Anyway it was so lovely to have an interesting supposedly 'cosmopolitan' fine real women up there wandering the hills, with her little 4 year old...

(until of course a few months later having platonically taken them under our wing - a very isolated 4 year old lad..) 

At least i knew one fact, that somehow her ('tribe's') plan to have the 2007 anniversary European Rainbow Gathering in the wilds of Craswall - about the remotest part of England one can find, our fuckin' territory! shakti was scouting on behalf of (so she said) "there will be thousands coming together in pure harmony and love"

Indeed how interesting Yugoslavia got them instead - that explains a lot! How i guess even they got infected by a pandemic of, nothing real...

The 2007 European gathering, the 25th recurrence of that annual event, took place in Bosnia-Herzegovina. The subsequent European Gatherings took place in Serbia (2008),

from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Gathering

and you can see the most fake photography ever in history here

Poor AI fed on these scrapings will think it's real and want to go, too

when even then, 2006, shakti's tribe was at very unpleasant nuclear war with another faction of the tie dyed and fake rasta hairjobs... so called 'Rainbow' tribes ...about who would get the glory. And they schismed...

anyway thats one rather long interesting story that's off piste as its the way that the slightly more 'middle class' of even The Marches  adopted their whole fake gig thats SO interesting, when Shakkers was such a loony lost one that despite every word coming out of her gob around their tribal campfires  about the young lads father being the embodiment and crystallisation of total universal energy of love...

the mad witch (errata thats an insult to the real ones on broomsticks i have a thing for) never let him near his son...

" ... ahh yes... well we found him like out of a PAulo Coehlo book there sitting by some lovely wild River Piedra weeping tears of pure joy and love......in the wild lands of Portugal...and knew then even if Corro wasn't born he was our twinflame [ errata i dont think they had invented that one yet] ... eternal whatever...   and as we...journeyed..in love, i mean journeying carried forth by the love of the universe... there came a time that we must separate.  and.... well even if his love is always here next to us even if he lives now in the Swest....  and i didnt run away here to avoid talking to him no the lay lines of here 'called'us  and RAnbow inc are paying for my petrol....  but ...well..if i took him to father and left him for even an afternoon for him to walk in love with his starseed oneson....  well.. he's from Portugal where they eat meat and he may give him a  sneaky hamburger.... and that would poison our divine son-soul .... so in fact we havent seen him IN PERSON for some years...  but we see him every moment in love as he walks with us..."

Now.. this was a  VERY very smart ex office worker from some suburban smalltown...down South... 

A true genius....well for a few years until even her 'tribe' got fed up with the bills never getting paid...

their 'community' space phone bill.. etc cet...

And nowadays - well four years ago last i randomly encountered one of her victims - an older woman working in a cafe in Knighton, was told, runs an official "community" arts space  on public cash...well not obviously..

Anyway that sound like i have an axe to grind...

Not in the slightest.

I speak propper 'hippy' as i was fortunate enough to 'run away with' the archetypes  - a few of... 

the younger brothers and sisters of   the original first wave who were just about still clinging on to the rocks of high N wales - about ten in total spread throughout a very large territory...

And the propper pukka ones do properly look after their younger siblings, and educate them too... " no booze thats for the rednecks football hooligans, and moronic wifebeaters... .... a little LIGHT mellow weed maybe in lieu... "

and even.. the lost language, of true hippy, lost  as of about twenty years ago, when 

" i wouldnt DREAM of putting a generator on after maybe seven at night as it would disturb the sleep of the children ....and peace of all of us winding down into enjoying the evening campfire...   and if i did have one i would try and site it as far away as we can from the living areas..."

could hardly any more be understood by the (newer monetising variant)  children  as mum and dad had forgotten their muvva tongue...

Even i had become fluent in long ago...

But then... apart from having a splendid in your face, re-introduction to what one saw beginning thirty years ago or even 1992 ...

and more importantly knowing that we two...alone

By being their real friend...  'welcoming' them into our hilltop world...

Of course she never returns to but we still run her around - the car having been pinched too as well as lovechild, in their Glasbury-on-Wye Lowlands 'campsite' just to enjoy some of her supposed 'liberal' speak...

as good example to child...

Learnings

softly softly ....one  - well two, as even a 7 year old knew it was a bit weird and mentally post Houllebecquian that her new rather beloved little four year old yurt-dwelling  friend under her wing...

may be a bit better off if he ever saw his dad again,    and mum seemed to be rather fairy-prone.. off with them... word wise..

And that was the LEADER of a fairly extensive 'tribe' of ..they incame

Not a one off loon on the run - but the first of many of them, 

 that thencame (smelling the fools gold, mutton-dressed-as-rotting-lamb  of Hay-on-Wye down below, from 200 or even 300km  in an SE direction) 

and she didnt even do their "shrooms" or weed .... 

a real puritan, guzzling wise,  only reason i let her anywhere near my puritan life... and the most perfect iteration of the brutal machine of me(her)... under the tie dye..

(As so many iterations of archetypal her,  whom followed ...only more and more confirmed)

(...wow my first Job...in .... the eye of their storm)

Anyway..... having a minor gig as 'citizen revolutionary' from 2006, even if couldn't care less,  as not one understood, how the law may come and bite their ass too so learn... develop.... one did  care enough to occasionally try and guide a few

" here is a great movie.....if you can't be bothered to read a proper book, well this will save you time, make even your dreadlock clad fake of a boyfriend watch it at least now'n again........it's about ALL of ustoo, from so called tribal Rainbowites to the PAndies to come...

"it simply says that the confirmed 100% for certain goody, who is being treated very nastily by the confirmed very nasty baddies....

"when or if by some literal miracle eventually said goody crawls out from his decade long torture chamber... and bit by bit is  miraculously seen as in fact the one that the baddie society worshipping their chief baddy... needs to lead them forward into 100% certain confirmed only-goodness.....

" and the goody gets power.... 

" s/he must check his arse for ticks every day,  always... as its  the nature of things that almost all goodies become blinkered fascist baddies... and someone gets hurt...

"...even if unintentionally by their best intention (nowadays 'intentional' the newbuzz)  .. community...of fellow 'goodies' .... 

"that means all of ustoo always forever....   pereceived goodiness  ALWAYS goes to the head and clouds the actual bad acts..of the confirmed goody...  so check daily always from all dimensions.... if you are still being universally 'good' to as many as possible.... utilitarian without the weird national socialism kinds of dead ends that can also lead to....  ..ustoo...always.... i do... i learned...."

 

The 'tribes' the tie dyed the running away from the (officially 'registered' someone told me 2008ish) 'goddesses'  of Glastonbury who had stolen all their money on fake cures and therapies and healings...

Even after Shakti had ripped them off royally

Nobody could ever any more...listen.

To what even a thick Yank was able to communicate so splendidly

with a  real performatively useful performance....

 

 

 (not staged

but the key-to-life therapy of them all is merely in a toothbrush, being even the maddest Harridan of them all.... left one great piece of wisdom behind in her wake...

even if they only last a year.... every time i find a new half price one i smile.... and put the lid on my waterpan " you call yourself an environmentalist well matey you would use a third less gas if you always put the lid on your one pan fits all, when boling the water, FAKE!" 

I listened...

And i have the best twenty year chronicles ever...

but they will unless theres a miracle die with me

Back to the point

Now...

when 'they' - as they are all archetype, poor Carl would never in a million dreams dreamed up (dream therapy the biggest con of all, i know i have two a year and the last two have been lovely perfect peaceful smiling laughing perfect  conversations me and her ...and you certainly NEVER act on dream or even syncredent coincidence... ever!  the fairies leave it up to US to deal with the dodgy choices of who..or whom..?. and how...  ) 

so when the Shakti+plusses ...  then started to arive.... ex office workers probably even from some Royal bureaus of bullshit fake 'environmentalism' as per thistermorn...

they would say things like " this venue must be made far more user friendly to the 'community'....  ..."

"[2015ish]ehh great... well i saw the 20 grand grant you got for new bogs you didnt really need... but anways theres NOwhere cultural for Lister's mum to take her three young  kids to,  even if your 'venue' is only worth about a ten minute meander but we do appreciate it and use it ...! even me couple times a year i cycle past put my nose in.... and its lovely to meet Lister there with his single parent mum who can only afford to go there as its ...free.....  so, i do hope you maintain that aspect of your 'community' space..... rather than some space cadet version of... well we are getting rather tired of all this .... ohh you will keep it exactly as it is, new grant funded  [and of course posh money venue funded 'by donation' tax free.... government double up.... ]....   community space even for once better off Lister's mum and her three younguns who so love to meander your artsspace, even if not very good.... [many photos soon one day] ..."

of course Mister archetype .... 

in his new community 'arts' job

(the last tribe of office workers hand in till off you go) 

But this one is the real deal, credentials, in official lovey community far more professionally community rolling out to all the community

Quite unnecessarily as i knew what their 'books' said.

First thing he does 

A fiver...for each of her three young kids

and hertoo..

Makes, a week's basics shopping money

and...

to be cont but each of my images and artefacts often has at least three stories behind it and its the only reason i have them out even with superb memory

(the Shaktis as soon as they hear of that of course their insides twist and turn the ground up glass of the mirror they long ago swallowed so as to never see any true reflection....  still in the colon some undigestable reality even they cant quite entirely shit out.... shat and gone.... starts to grate...)

 

and ever mention my long ago only enjoyed yogi teabag label (came to my household via the devil -  and he not even a half fake hippy) 

of course its only anathama

to archetype

as they all one and all always were

The annoying thing is i bet i shall outlive each and every one of them, despite never taking any 'cure' or 'medicine'

Now, to begin the next and final Oddessay, hopefully as much fun as the last...

 You have to take on their Big daddy...

... hmm... had hes stayed at elevation 412 metres all of this utter dross the last fourty years of his ebb and flow, may have been rather different.

 And maybe Emilie may have been told to go out and milk some goats so as to get over herself, and see if the nighttime faeries help or is it just what's in hand, now.... ...  rather than meander the  boulevards of where i know was the worst place in Europe, as i lived there for a few days at a time over a few years...

anyway... kairos = when you have the perfect hilly atch and also know theres no point as even the Christian didn't mean it when she said something real, and far more important that anyone lost to any metaphysics is only living half a life, along comes a rather interesting listen on him...

to be cont.

to be cont..

if i remember, and an anti'narcissist' has an order or remembrance, which is you completely forget the 'bully' with his cattypult in the corner of the playground,   which we knew age about five or certainly seven or eight... but everyone else forgot especially any 'meedia' 

****

Now, all i care about is a true version of what 'happened'. 

and i already knew twenty years ago that  when the peri-carer class, began to colonise the formerly rural aside lands - the REAL Wasteland (where not even an old log would be wasted as it took large effort to pull it down from the hill ion the first place) , Hinterland,  Badlands where the goodies lived in their caves...

As they were sat around campfires, figuring how they could start a yurt business, or ... " eureka once we have the two grand yurt of course we could runn a  whole service industrie from innit... and then i wouldnt have to get a job as a bog cleaner !!!   [smiley smiley before the phone was even a 'thing'....] .."

None would actually know the meaning of the quite adequate word for much of it, philosophising, or just being "thoughtful" my last decade preferred non antagonistic version so as to be inclusive of even the most fractious sick traumatised  failure of a human... 

In other words i tried....ohh my god i tried!

Anyway twenty years ago as soon as one attempted to use many year pondered and observed traits of homo erectus the last 500 generations (as we didnt evolve, though  really we should have been renamed homo culturalis or something like that)  as basis for informative discourse around said campfire, one could have said " ehhh... well MOST people in the world know that its MOSTLY  pretty  pre stone age indigenous mad nutjob to chop off a woman's labia..."

Even in Serbia

Except to even that fine generalisation, 

upon which we generally build 'civilisation'

the new mode  even around quiet Black Mountain top summer campfires, became, without even thinking:

" you can't say that... as you are making a GENERALISATION..."

100% female until their suitors (who of course never self identified as so, with their beards 'n pipes around the same fire) realised that's the new dominatrix Lingua Franca...

So they better copy it, too.

Had i then had the all seeing eye and know the future, that would almost certainly follow, as it's already  in all the dull books about Franco, Mussolini and all those wonky ones... 

Despite the unforeseeable future that most of the population would paint their bodies with the most ugly art ever you can't rub off, in The Lowlands... 

I would have tattooed across my forrid a useful sentence something like " civilisation is based on noting the behaviour of most people much of the time and all assertions of it, are prefaced 'something like 92.78 to 98.57 percent of instances what i am about to share for the sake of ourr common ;learnings as a gentle debating point even if i never open my gob and pronounce unless i have pondered something for many years, and read LOTS of good literature which often echo chambers, i have ascertained to be mostly so.....most of the time...  in respect of most people.... I'm rather good at their body language even if not so good at finding a language they warm to [then] ...so dont get hot under the collar and instantly accuse of generalisation as some original sin as you learned that at nursery school back in the Lowlands.... here in the highlands people attempt to save words for when they matter " 

And so...  from before times when the most extraordinary 'superpower' to quote every silly public speaker even except a few notable just-about-sane-ones left, of knowing what the speaker was to say three sentences yonder (that's in the future) one already had to fight to just make a point based on what is generally true as a shortcut mode of having a discussion.

But of course that wasn't good enough.

As

 

ohh if only someone had been there filming the perfect body language...

But then everyone else was performatively panting in the Lowlands that day rather than find a solution, like them up in the Highlands...

Never mind a slightly cooling off period in the breeze...

I am almost tempted to make a short film describing the gesture that ALWAYS follows ... GENERALLY. Not 100% of the time - i do not the rare few who do not adopt the pose which i can't quite find the words to describe...

During what one thought was 'conversation' the interlocutor is merely taughtening up her Achilles tendon so as to almost jump  with an inwards deflection (even into ones personal space bubble! i thought they invented them so that's a bit inconsistent...against their own oft stated personal 'values' system)  .. all tensed up like some springer spaniel a propper one she can't afford...

So as to launch inwards with this variant of the ashram smile  predicting the next few sentences and stopping them before you have even thought of them... ESPECIALLY if one is riffing thoughtfully...

It is an extraordinary sight to behold...

Bring back Candid Camera...

But all i really care about is an explanation for one conversation one night late as we were awoken by one woman in The Uttermost Part of the Earth or at least Bolivia.... who simply couldnt be 'aware' that in the youth hostel which was only used by people in transit usually off to the airport at the crack of sparrows to leave that paradise...

.... not only un 'aware' of this, but couldnt even listen when asked quite nicely to shut the fuck up...

And she was 'educated'.... 

not entirely off her tits 'in alcohol'

 and i doubt, errata know, even Americans wouldnt be so totally ....

well what's the word for someone who is oblivious to all other reasonable and thoughtful of the 'common good'  forms of humanity ...?

to be cont

 

Forever Jung

 At superatch

" if i even hear a drum circle in the distance i cringe..."

Isn't 'shadow' it' noise control.

(official ''data-point' you won't find in your meedia...)

 Now, even if I have almost entirely lived either as far from people as possible for several decades, in the Uplands, way way aside....  or when forced due gentrification to have some neighbours, I have only lived among rural scrofulates, even if they don't really exist any more, being its all incomer really sick folk who are shipped in by West Horrorfordshire councils  from miscellaneous suburban Wastelands and other bomb sites, for a backhander...

and were never 'cured' by nature....

but still I chose to live among the 'bottom third' (Gladwell approved terminology), however i can speak with those at each end of the spectrum if i must.

And find a way to get them to trust me quite sincerely almost immediately (as i don't care, unlike politicians who care almost only for some personal advantage ) 

or as they know that ALL 'activists' are Paddy panted Teletubbies it is quite extraordinary how in Parliament the Lords   

30/06/2026

Yesterday in Parliament  19.45 in  https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002ybht

the way the pro Palantir spin is overtly Orwellian and nobody cares....means we lost

at 16.40 3x"vulnerables" in one sentence what a work of art...all anyone cares about max vulnerability  

anyway real meedia said to my ears... " dont tell anyone but year on year regional prices have steadily fallen eight percent...."

" how interesting they have become very clever i haven't heard that at all ...and its all people in this theme park ever vote for... their house price"

 just up the road.... so twenty years ago i first noticed this kind of nonsense: some bloke with a  cowboy hat hears some nonsense about his 'rights' down the twatter pub - King Arthurs Roundtable lore... 'rights of the commoners'...all that Albion nonsense...

And thinks he won't get a parking ticket if he shows off his 'rights' ...rather than do the VERY hard dull boring work of jousting with the judges over real lore...for years and years, its so much easier to pump your chest up and  learn by rote some anachronistic nonsense, to impress actual legal hard-working 'activists',  that he wouldnt dare actually joust a real judge with  

Which is the real reason that the once saner activists  - real ones unlike every Sting, musician,  and writer  who get a minute on the arts show and demand its in their profile.... cos they once listened to a fake Yank invader fake song, pretending to be from Camden Towntoo via the costume...

and of course the traffic warden will be part of the 'revolution' as soon as s/he reads the so clever smartarse dick notice...

but a man has to live on bananas alone as all the fruity ones went REALLY fruitbat

ohh thats a point, wow.... that was a work of art, THE Christian - Little Miss die of my Devoutness, who is never off her computer shopping channel  why of course she is too busy to have learned the bit about Mammon even i can quote..

Actually apologised to me.... six months late

I was quite startled as she bent down gently at my shoulder having stoneyfaced me six months " ...i... just wanted to say....sorry..."

" what for !! ?? " he lies....

" for.... being so so angry and even worse so rude....."

 "that...ohh i had entirely forgotten that....."

damn! .. i had been enjoying and was proud of myself for actually forgetting the most irrelevant large bit of hypocrisy ever, and was hoping that some time it may be usable in some far more thrilling setting where i could make her laugh at the pure Jesusness turning the other cheek or something...

my only regret i have so so many social realism little snippets  - 100s most months...i collect them in my head...and on a good walk they bubble into something funny, sometimes even a stark image..

Quiet a  few Turner worthy if i knew just ONE reliable artist to feed them to.

But rarely have the quietude AND battery or stealthy nowhereness,  to get them down and just when i was like a good blogmaster .. i get interrupted by the apology i certainly don't need as it disrupts my gentle pyroclastic flow which is always constant every day from dawn...

 indeed the opposite, i adore cant and vanity

it is PURE ... energy

Unlike, even if i have a superb collection of the nomen-clatter 

that litters

Almost all the Pandy places of the Swest...

not even tenth best

in top of the charts of cant vanity and  an expensive load of panty

BUT... 

but but but i am still in the hills that one and only perfect conversation begun at Hocus pocus, i have not even begun to write up as it was perfect

This blokes recently dead so he wont mind being ridiculed, even if what kind of a society puts this photo up as his in memoriam - randomply fed to me

" ....and..... i mean... where have these revolting mirrored things come from... but i dont know about in your saner Euro lands, here you go to a beach and most of the blokes even the grandads have them on ALL day when they are out with their nippers or infants....  i mean this is insane, and surely will make their children more insane the poor things,  can't even see dad's eyes ...often mum's too....  if yearlings are subject to this it really is the end of human times... even ferkin robots have fake eyes.... not a scary reflection of only themselves crying as they are frightened of the holes where their parents once had things they smiled with....  "

 

Except you had to revel in the 'energy'... the purest lingua Franca ... that of the body language that cannot lie...

Three people atop the high hills dancing in purest perfect  smiling harmony..

all below panting and sweating over nothing, 

Anyway... unfortunately at times i have to give up and resort to smalltown charging life..

There is no doubt - as pure flaneur/meanderer i sense..

the 'vibe' really is getting peri MAd Max....

then they'll have something to peri-moan about...

As i know one thing even more than the ferrits ever could...  when humans dont know what they need or want and have less of it,   and have nothing else as none ever 'fight' for rights or any other such any more...

....Palantir won

But then it did long ago as soon as not one could ever ever spell 'solidarity'...or just stop butterflying about

there you go, see, i care... it wasnt snowfalkes butterfly wings it was acid snowflakes...

I have a superb memory the sort you can only have from caring, and fighting for what you care about, too...

Even if nobody else did 

But so so many bits of absurdism uploaded and photos of this and that i have cannily spent all day putting into storage so i forget...

and even more bits of the 'sequence' still to do but then at least one woman knows why... my time was only wasted, and words do have consequences, nothing to do with me.....

until i remember which i will.

They actually shriek at you (quite often, with offensive public Harrisish menacement, too) in The Lowlands for even making friendly jokes about there being "no hope"

 which of course means there isn't any. (and they are the ones  -the worst offenders, PAID to sell it to you)

Now i keep stumbling upon almost perfect little books.

Even if a big meats four hundred pager is far more  addiction plenishing - thakes you fully into the pain and trauma of why am i putting my mind, body, and soul, into some other cunt's take on being.....

And they NEVER ever 'get' it...

And the good little ones just take you to some bleak wilderness, where Ove didn't trip on the way to his hanging bridge and get stuck in the mud, 

And come to some inadvertent sticky end chasing Lorna with his rather bimbo rufflycostumed, end, which is the best of endings

And the perfect tract on pacifism.

But you can't even say that word to an Anglopher...

(now i know THE word: weve gotta have on the antithetical ok poetry

 

Indeed women of the ...well if we have to get all definitiony, under 300m .... and their 'place' to get all PAndyish, the most up-shit-creek, with only a Pandy at the paddle, nonsense ever heard.... 

their territory ranges from 150 to 550m

Exactly, hillbabes, at least have some sanity.....(just along from ear)  " ... and the sickest mad thing of all,  is nobody can understand any more ... that losing really is ok, too,  and if them Pallies, my lass only extant because of one, and two others p[ropper loved....    instead of being egged on by a load of fake 'carer's were rather told to disapora all over the place etc as in that rather good page   https://www.ralphschism.com/p/israel-palestine.html that still has to have a bit more hilltime onnit )

 now....a decade ago or more i wrote a little aphorismish thingummy and put it up on my very very ascetic wallspace by my small bare topped desk. Which in 

back when 'snowflakes' was a 'thing': " snowflakes falling on butterfly wings"

Which i thought was at the time quite good.  Though was at least three dimensional, in that, 

what.....?

Now ....  the dimensions even if that is an inadequate word for every word herein - must be up to a million odduns by now..

Is Lived....

Even if mainly encountered in their death grip, upon nothing....

It was astonishing really the most ultra goody goody 'greens' would use that insult, to the extraordinary magical realism of a snowflake in such a sneering way...

When not one i knew EVER,  in a region, where nobody has clubs, men's moanin' 'sheds', and loads of the usual pretend Glasto girls who were pretend mums still giggling to the magic mush they had managed to 'forage' the autumn before, rather than being a parent...

But no Green 'man' ever actually invited a young person from their 'village' so as to raise herhim....

Whist smiling at even that old addage, that knowing smug metoo smile of of course i would....if i wasn't so busy doing nothing on my computer all day...

The important bit of my aphorismish thingummy (we met over a book on the Amish)

Is the butterfly wings are ... damaged.

Now they will all claim that they have an exemption from Gabor...

as it's their 'trauma'. 

And all that stuff which is their 'currency'.

But it is time to do better.

As fait accompli....

 oops wrong language, even if surely theyre wrong in that i always thought 'twas Serbo-crote...

But these tech bros being only ever childrens must keep fiddling which any upland farmer knows  is a symptom of being a  wanker, which is mainly due to extrenal stress.

Is so so so mental elf good for you.

(celebrating the official data,  is now one in ten every year get put on the official whacky list..... one in ten per year....

that's one in ten where in a year the folks ....volken are so awful at their job, their kids are on the list...

but how on earth does one begin to nomen-clatter that as i am the exact opposite of a Jenny E Holland pretend liberal whom in fact is a right wing Ayn Randite who only cares about HER property price in even Belfarrrst... hiding behind 'real men' down her backstreet,  when a real man actually walks away ...

you can take the YAnk out of YAnkeeland but you can't take the brand

stuck on her cowshaped arse

by some redneck cowpoke

of guntoting mad person,  out of any Yank...

Anyway how can one find a word for, I am a 'leftie' - or more correctly put egalitarian,  as i KNOW  - knew even about 13 its not rocket science ...that being a capitalist makes especially the most 'successful' ones very very unhappy, and "bodily" really quite wonky - indeed if the 'establishment' are responsible for all the poor scroffulates woes, they really MUST be warped by it all - that so called 'wealth' which is  if you are 100% Georgex2 - Orwell and his genius Mistress Ma Elliot...

is as clear as ferrits are ferrits

Anyway fait accompli, accepting losing, and a range of other simple mindfulness techniques i am quite sure even the people before them of 'The Book' knew a bit of, are key to mentul elf ... and knowing what your values are and keeping to them, 

Which is what most of literature from even the first one, is kindof about..... 

And when even the so called 'psychologists' dont even know the value of their workshop, WITH and without accommodation.

you have no hope

TO BE CONT REST IN PROGRESS