Or maybe.....

 ..i mean i don't really 'believe' in coincidences

But i also know there are far too many to make Sam's 'physicalist' version all there is...

... now i stop and think about you, 230,000 hotties...

who can't know anything. AS i havent the battery to do the real deep dive into  the lovely clearwater pool of only transparency, with them...

...its a bit of a coincidence like almost in some universe of Pixies on drugs, in charge, of real reality, too...as if you knew.... 

Never mind knowing that NObody gets me so poetically fired up that I'm on about version 5 already...

And despite an aversion to ALL Swestie public places, Ive even paid to be in one, far far too muchtoo

Just so i can get a bit of battery, for them, two, too...

(that used to be a term of endearment ' someone call the yellow van'. Now a majoritarian matter )

 Exactly!

now i left The Lowlands when i realised every wannabe snotty 

De Botty 

so called bloke, of so called London (or more likely Surrey drawn there by the most evil of all them Pudlians, their fey george...culturally Miss Appropriating some conman guru's con from the so called East.... even THEN  ) thought that stickin on a tai-chi dress made him a man, or maybe less of one in the eyes of the scaredy cat girls...

a long time ago having fully appropriated the so called East in parallel with all the De Bottine nonsense cribbed from some babe-foot-binding ethnic  bullshit that thinks there is a ..

errata thats a modern version even further polluted 

(" theres so little difference Thomasina... your brain,  mine....your whoremonal and endocrine systems far far more in common and samey,  than the odd difference they frett about and turn into an INDUSTRY.. that just grows n grows.... .") 

Dark half (Yin): Associated with shadows, the moon, passivity, cold, and the feminine.

Light half (Yang): Associated with sunshine, the sun, activity, warmth, and the masculine.

as soon as someone first sat around a fire around the 70s i guess uttering this nonsense t'was all over.... and they all went Yinnist... which is an insult to babes as its merely a matter of the hilltops are a bit more sunny, and real-energied,  and a fine Alpine woman, or two,  can make it up on the second hottest June day in all of history, well the bit we can maybe see, just as well as a bloke... without panting

and without even one water bottle between them...

now the saddest things of not being able to live-stream up to the high stream is one cannot inculcate tension...

will one die?

unless i am an ally and assistant to infotain youtoo as its all the same simple one book

clearly you have the same disease they all have, hot and colditis...

(as i told the Northern artist at the weekend in respect of our mutual acquaintance who teaches the worst version of it, as we mutually agreed upon  " she did write ONE half good essay on her art,  the snippet where she said the last thing you need, so dont want it!, is any interest in your work EVER....or any compliment... your art is only for you in your head and only your head can appreciate it,  all that you meant blahh blahh something like that..is wisdom ")

And you haver to train yourself to be immune to the hot days when 230thousand irrelevant robots page-impress, nobody impresses me except the mountain goats (f) who  know that camels are cheats  

Anyway...... did one get to the top....? and without a stroke? later

what a beautiful name....Jahorina*

 Hot of the cool presses, soon, the best book on how even the oldschool shaman in the proper oldschool wilds,  couldnt cope with a REAL country 'child' and ran away scaredy cat ...

and i didn't like it at first but nothing else to do but persist

with it.

Now....exactly.... (I think they understood my Tolle-hate cos he did so much damage, all that pondering who the fuck am in Now.... when actually all it is is that if you really did spend your formative years even taking the cable car up the nearby hills......you are different....

The fake poet didn't write Saddeye about Lowland junkies for nothing!

 

Anyway poetry and Lingua Francas...

I doubt one could even explain to the two true genius minds, and  more perfect 'English' than anyone bought up in PAstyshire or certainly The north by Pandypanted fat lanyardists 

(that WAS interesting! the BBC occasionally has a mind even if i saw through them a decade ago as ALL smiley PAndyness is always the same, as was quite adequately covered even in Lord of The Flies....   eventually their conch will crfack and they will in respsonse gouge your flesh with the spikey bits and attempt to eat you... "... i wrote about him for a decade from up close [ so says the woman journalis] .. he was so on message just perfect smiley PAndy... and very social media savvy.....  smiley smiley good vibrations, and frequency.....  really lovely smiley Northern bloke from next door...good egg ALL around.... until one day when his coppers got a bit NAzi and i asked him a REAL question outside his carefully controlled air conditioned comfort zone.... suggesting all was not quite perfect in his King of the North [  i only write that as a sane person knew dont watch their awful game of Thrones either, as one had already seen what it had done to their brains, eaten them alive -and now i get it ....  they can only think in terms of fantasy TV... me i never did belong]..and fuck me he went brittle sour and you could almost smell his nasty real side ready to chuck their cloth capped  aciddrops at my face... "

[Media show wedsdayaft up on the hill]

you get what .....you AREtoo,  people.

Anyway poetry would be the solution if it were ever possible to just possibly translate the almost most perfect line of it ever, written by one of the most awful people ever .....whom every awful ex military factoryist, retiree wants to copy haircut-wise and attire....

.i know them even my one great 'white hope' i bet she went lard-lumpen, too ...why she is so sour and not exactly very soulamatey... 

anyway back to maybe-mountainbabes...

cos thats all there is, you are either actually EMBODIED by them....

cos they are bigger than you...

and put your ridiculousness into perspective

Never mind Serbia should go to the fuckin HAgue and take out a case as the yank net cant even offer basic so called human translation services its so so thick

Even with THE greatest line in the English language under their fat belts

they of course couldnt incorporate it

(even if its even there in as i told the thirteen year old daughter of them, on the first day at Hocus Pocus on Dad's day ... "  read your own folksey hometown book The Virginian its simply magnificent ...  and you may just make it one day if you remember my long wise speech about the two languages you are now immersed in i know both even if the English invented spin way before Maddison Avenue  and thus are far harder to pin down ... your lot could not write silas, or even better  example, your name book, Herb's lydia........ this lot could not come up with your Virginian... but then there are so many other culturally enforced  completely untranslatable differences over many words...and you live Mid Pond now between the two..... use that Island well....  it is a privileged place at least for brain development, if you can survive the nongenetic immo disease of it often causes a fuse to blow, two cultures... two sets of values....  " ...i know she will never forget an ACTUAL fatherly talk in front of silly sunglassed and hardbrollied mum and even dad his head burried in his tech... )

anyway back to the impossibility of poetry to travel

And fascist internet oppressing even  

indeed i would sue  for damges whoever has fascistically done THIS

(Linguistically, they are the same language. However, politically and culturally, it is called Croatian today. "Serbo-Croatian" is the historical, umbrella term used when referring to the common language)

i still have my 'serbo-croat' dictionary even if sadly not used enough 

Correctly named to represent the order of victimhood being those naughty Croats were the first Jennie...

Anyway how on earth does one translate   what i guess is untranslatable even if the lazy web cant be bothered to try...

the pure poetical absurdism... the next level of: words are all sillyism...

even a jowly ultra preppie could manage, to share ... even if he didnt write them.... 

Only one man really got 'love'... 

Which incidentally its rather interesting i was watching a 1940s old yank film  'noir' ...i must find it again...what was quite extraordinary was how the big fat meanfaced sheriff...

as he was assuming all sorts of heinous cannibalism among his villagers... all suspects all baddies at heart he knew...

And yet...

twas the way he kept referring as if it was the most normal natural thing in the world " so that one the greasy mechanic, my first suspect... he is in love... with hertoo... and him the overweight panting one is in love with  that one there..... " and his eyes didnt even flinch double take at it being something harmful in any way.... indeed being maniacally in love quite the norm not even worth a note in his copper's jotter.....

And i don't like crime films...

Funny that how quickly - just a few decades,  a silly people can flip it on its head and make it exactly the opposite of what it never was....  never mind, the only  fun game in town, that used to keep even fat Yanks alive and kicking... 

The good kind.

* ... it really is a case of i am sure even Sarajlije.... if they hadnt been conned into joining in the worldwide con of ANYone being able to know what the non 'physicalist' world is (physicalist has now superseded 'scientific-materialism', so says Sam he has the occasional use... ) never mind make money from the UNKNOWABLE....   may understand that even a day out up in the nearby hills are the correct remedy to all this ridiculous ego and differentism... we hill people are different.... and BETTER!

we would never have allowed the shit to fill up Gwerk Creek....

Hill people just DO stuff- REAL stuff....  even if there's no point as the Lowlanders own everything as they merely worked in offices for years to grab it....all

and the pension pots too

Hill people could never do that....  thats what we are

That's the thing....

 There are only two 'identities', kids of folk..... 

Be it the Hermannskogel in your back yard

And the proof,  the 'data point' is in the musak

In that being all so called musicians are slithering snakes stuck in the grass

and up all night onnit, too

of course none of them ever ever ever could write a decent

higher-elevation song,

Life is pretty nihilistic, nothing, none of them,

when almost the only bearable fake who didn't colonise the genre as they  wouldnt know what a hill is FOR

 stood in front of his audience of wobblers

But now at last a perfect little poem came at dawn..

or sunrise

(that's confusing i didn't know that the 'fascists' tried to stop the more famous fascist - i mean what the ferks a 'national socialist' when he is at home ?....sounds a bit like a Pandyist [Suzi laughed AGAIN when i told her of my copyright invention and Suzi is fuckhard] ...) .... Anyway 

" i am such a  Kurt Schuschnigg i only ALLOW two words [from the huge menu of plastic words that actually did cause the plastics and xenobiota to 'flourish' 'abundantly'  as the workshops are SO expensive they havent any time to save OUR river all that rushin around to quote the one other Goddess] ....  ..'centred and at peace' ... me i always sleep perfectly ....always rise great new thoughts in the head... well not new as its been the same dull neurotic zealotry and fanaticism for decades.....  "

I shall forget it now but it was good and if there is any hocus pocus i hope it stuck it in a memo and passed it on

But it may as well be in the form of a post it note made in china with shit glue that falls off like supposedly 'heat distressed' tree leaves which are so badly evolved  they wimp out at a few warm days,  even the 'Tree Sisters' could figure, if they thought before they spoke...

As poetry did no man nor even their absurd masochistic dogs any good (there being no REAL dogs left as they way they are almost all nagged and neurotically controlled -even at sunrise thistermorn i heard one of them nagging her poor mutt ....top of her voice, and if they had any ACTUAL pukka wolf in them they would have a proper meaty breakfast as the last straw!)

But it was called

Belonging

However is the exact antithesis of the way they all opine for publishers fey apreciation.

Exact opposite.

We didn't sit down by the river ...[Piedra  - he the greatest of all fascist nationalist nation of Paulo  using half the population only for his fancy hillside getaway having conned them ALL that they must go and 'journey' elsewhere and find some purer more elevated guru-soul in fact i bet that snivelly user was in league with Guardian Soulmates or whatever other platforms were used even by the underclass....  get them to 'click' on and on and on.... as there's always a better guru the other side of the mountain talk about King of the Ponzi schemes..

As was proven 24 years ago when she the first gave me his Prozac-adjacent River book..

we werent to know then, even if i did its bloody obvious... it did more harm than the good it never could do...

As never mind belonging, peace...

Ok we weren't in the centre

But sat IN the river...  

Not even bothering to 'debate'.. 

(and a little later showing them the route their 'infirm' may take " ...." and ... i mean the parents sit with their infant children now with these horrid mirror sunglasses on so even their so called beloved kids can't even see their eyes...  !!!  and it's not a few it is many of them... well in this awful land at least ...i hope not so much in yours... " ) 

 As only mountain goat babes, know...  what 'peace' actually means. 

Always.

even debate  among three on exactly the same page! is artificial) 

And there at last i belonged. 

when i have never belonged anywhere.

The original dawn  poem was better it may come back...

I guess also its about fast free flowing waters all around us...

And damns are the enemy of that.

and even if always there for most, not me... we really should judge our fathers

(and in a non sexist culture it would be just as much shetoo, the other half)

Only then does the levee break 

(even if the tragedy of a shared "tourist English" tongue is truly tragic as even the finest mountain babes couldnt get the possible giggles in " i know where there are a couple of other rather lovely beavers,  who spend their day naval gazing midriver ...just up there...") 

So, it wasn't crystal clear yester, midday

 Even if I am the only man left....

No hat .... only  two cups of water in an old milk bottle, taken from someone's 'recycling' ...

( he saw me in his landrover, as did she - her look was hilarious but then she had become a woman - it's such a shame they wait until around 75 before they express in their eyes their real thoughts)

and clearly i had walked all the way up from their so called sea level -  well, a thousand feet below which by foot can almost  seem like their Wildspitze.... back up to "Hocus Pocus" and beyond...

Wanting to drop dead.

But it seems I cannot.

Even if in one sitting sat aside Siddartha's river 

(the one we did a Piedra at

errata IN, or rather the opposite) 

I guzzled up the Malouf

So nihilistic. Now i get.....you

'values' is

 So, defining 'values' is hard.

Never mind be constant, before even thinking:

" wow...PAYday... his little white van backing into the side of mine right outside cctv as well!! ...  my choice: get out and rant at him? slowly ease out with that look of ok you will be paying for this via my lawyers..." or just drive on.

Around the corner and park u[ as if if nothing happened as infotaining 230 thousand extremely mean page impressions, who never pay a penny - one 'man' did once pay a tenner, is more important... 

As i said to the Thomasinas, even if that is harder as there is a GAP in the 'market' being Eurobabes around the turn of the last century, from Collette who i am sure would have had far more elegant Frog methods of stretching out the contraceptive supply even if it was liely still pigs bladder back thgen, and she wrote about EVERY thing intimate to sublime in its rediculousless, with life affirming ferocity...

To De Beauvoir when it starts to get a bit agenda-driven i guess, but Francois Sagan proved that the fabulous tradition of Eurobabes saying it all, and learning 150 years ago that anything sexual is rather boring to write about, maybe unless squirting in the bracken  can be turned into something Turneresque...

Anyway yes... even Youessay had the great essayiste... Edith... Britain the Queen of them all Madame George...

And if she knew how these latterday PAndyists had usurped her pole position *(even if AS USUAL with so one dimensional Britain they can only ever bother reading Middlemarch when Silas is far greater as was her ground breaking whatsisface the Jew .... where she imagined the plight of the orther, so brilliantly as if he was still alive and skulking around ... ohh i forget i am not quite perfect.... and the best bit of it was she left one RIGHTLY with a somewhat in 'compltte' feeling ... as part pof her greatest 'art' her not really knowing exactly how to describe the life of the other-man, ) i mean Lord of The my-Preshuss-rings... fuck off as i told the amazing thirteen year old on fathers day up at 'hocus pocus' - it now has a name as they the Thomasinas did laugh...

SO yes regret, i probably havent read all modern European literature, Ove 6.37 Pereira MAintains even High mountains of Portugal supreme LIVE ON books.. that Jojho Moyes personified two years after the greatest ever LIVE THE FUCK on movie Intouchables has him getting touched up on the ear lobes for sexy fun and Driss made even me ponder maybe my lifelong aversion to male dicks may have been a tad zealot...

But yes.. ELegance of The Hedgehog doesnt quite do it (babe scribbler) ...

I don't understand it how after about Francois Sagan there seems to be a gap in the market of Euro babes  writing the Oves  and 6.27s ... 

I don't understnd it and regret.

Especially as face to face they mean it that they would never dream of doing a Jojo me before anyone no theres always a way to live...

(i can help!)

So, if i always chat up his daughters " you are from the greatest EU lands... your Thommy was the greatest writer the last 75 years.... the original Nestbezzy... sorry the Krauts may have a better (unknown in Nige's YUK as Nige doesnt want you to know)  attitude towards public displays of sex and in that Cologne bedroom i can never forget as she was besrk and looked SO sweet sat at the next coffee table to me... with no shared language....  which became the fact that German 'municipalities' have great big c'community centres' where they dont bitch n stitch, or play bridge n bitch... but have actual full scale gangen bangens...and thats the NICE german middle aged housefraulines... and their swappy chaps...)

I don't approve of i am a one woman man just one figuring how to pleasure her should rightly be a lifetime properjob... and anyway grew out of taking that easy pathway age about 27... 

Having ' screwed my way around Europe for England..." which wasn't true as one realised that it was to get AWAY from [them] being ice maiden frigdaire...

Anyway to say "TB the greatest last 75 years " does hurt as i prefer wommen writers. Always have always will ....and anyway having read all McKewan Amis Barnes and Faulks one reaises .... gee whizz i can smell in the lacuna bertween tghe words the aroma of their nanny's perfume all they had to be sustained with mummy having debunked to Harrods almost at birth...

Especially ehh who's the worst of the lot who wrote Chesil...

and even wrote about the horrors of family law... as if he were at one of those quiet days when both sides decided to have a tea party between the trenches instead of kill each other cos some upper class twat had a small one and the only way he cou;ld get it up, other than a smell of nanny's tit, was killing Germans or whoever else was around... especially baby  foxes (still, now... VERY good regional authority  - my one valued conversant the fabulous old bird of the hills - we randomly meet whedn we NEED to....  told me face to face a month ago,her panting at highbridge..)

anyway.... authentic and valuable

values.

equality =  no free passes, even Alpine ones... Frankenstein one of the greatest books ever on how (as i speechified yester eve "if  anyone here heard me tell you of how the absolute number one famous psychologist and radical love workshop leader did not 'LOVE her customers as she advertises ' accomodation included in the all in price of nearly 1500 euros for only 3 1/2 days of my super mindful ultra guiding at this beautiful 'space' but a few pages down in smaller print it says accomodation NOT included and local accom would be at least 700 euros ' they would imediately hiss at me or worse as if i were violating her deity ... rather than pointing out the best example of the mad con ever and how its all just spun words as if she did sell real love or even 'radically' real love she would have taken the care not to mislead her customers over VREY VERY basic terms and conditions....so yes the prejudice here is absurd MAry Shelly so beautifully described except the roles are reversed im no monster i am 100% normal and remember what that once was..."... and its such a shame there dont seem to be the last 50 years European women writers equalling Collette and quite a few others from about 1850 even some Austro-Hungarian ones....

so i lament its only a bloke who is number 1... but he is...was... even if they STILL don't know who he was in Oxbridge (because it parodies ACADEME!!!! never ever trust the English especially if they wear a gown)

Now as anyone who may just have meandered or landloped through my material three years  - you have to start at the beginning even then i was a tad coy then, and thus LOSING a war .. is so good for you - you splurge what you would have said had you won it, but likely would have been too Tolle cautious too.... 

Too fey smiley too dishonest too don't-frighten-the-horses or shamaniac nonsense...

well its sumarised in last substack audio, my ONLY interest, what REALLY killed the small landholding - the good life existence of 10 or even 100 acres out in the real wilds...?

Fancy pantese may call it 'gentrification' - i went to lasterregion knowing 'no way do the South EAstern commuter types make it here... nort possible except for Hilary who commutes in 3 vehicles back and forth to London on principle! ... to use as much gas as POSSIBLE him the nanny and toy-girl.... to SPITE the ones who cared about the planet ..

(some facts soon. 1 for Thomasinas, FOURTY PERCENT of European glacier volume has been lost this century i mean if that isnt a FACTUAL measurable enough....!!!.. 65% of birds gone in 50 odd years....probably 40% of insects this century)

so yes last substack called  something or other...'Rupert Lowe' which is of NO interest to me whatsoever er nor should it be as its up to THEIR mums and dads to fix the problem...

except that even the was-going-to-be Great one Jenny E with here " ethnic crime wave" will have also been polluted by the worst form of pollution ever...

(you'll have to listen to the substack...)

https://researchbriefings.files.parliament.uk/documents/CBP-10613/CBP-10613.pdf

Includes a passage on what ALONE killed the small  rural existence, before they even invented dumb words like 'gentrify'.  My ONLY interest and religious tract...

A fact best described by the few - 3% who bucked the trend...Sally and one or two orthers, who FIXED all their worn out stuff, broken plastic... most stuff...

FIXING....  like a pestilence sweeping the lands .... it came to pass that the other half... stopped thinking: that to make a life here viable, no Southern cash... living humbly, as i have said i want to... itoo must...fix....

anyway yes ....

even if the kittification of everything is as much of a con and i am quite sure they are dreamed up in the PAndylands of the north, the only one of the 3% who in fact changed my life was sister of the REAL 'problem' invader one...  who had the expensive antique shop in HAy three decades ago as her plaything, basically 'come and lust over my sexy leather boots midsummer... after all i know there are three of you to every one of us ... the rest, even your so called wives you came here with.... having run away to be back nearer the shops down South..." ... 

whilst her  finest sister ... i didn't believe that day a decade ago buying 50p books as usual for a library that would never be even looked over by its intended recipient..

" have you tried stormsure...?"

available in two-fer packs on ebay at £6 the pair...

 

simply the most astonishing product ever - no need for kits - just dry the rubber well and sand it ideally, just a little unless the rubber is right gossamer,  probably even fixes ripped Johnnies indeed i would bet my life it would ...why didnt i think of that!

ohh yes no need in Born-again lands...

back to the point, no ZAcharite  would understand.... you save up, your wellies your partners your kids.... 

methodically pre plan it all... 

(to be cont i know that the ones i shared the above with just a couple of weeks ago one of them feet torn to shreds by her walking boots ....and all they shared with me is ' maybe we can buy some [officially] walking sandals for her.." doubtless £100 a pop or more ...  anyway time taken at great length to describe with story how she - the slightly saner one of two English sisses , could fix her old style walking boots... plus stories to prove as the Thomasinas knew ULTRA ULTRA guru status....   but i bet she never even bothered looking again at the 'note' put in her gizmo...not remembering the advice - gather a load, and maybe you can reuse the small tube if you put it in warm water ... however there is a special scientific word for i cant confirm that reconstitution of some matter after chemical change - hard to soft.... means it will work as well as it did before it went hard about 2 weeks after opening the tube... ")

ohh yes values i wouldnt even dream of contacting stormsure and saying near quarter of a million browsing robotic mindsfull of nowt yesterday, gimme some cash for mentioning your product and my reader well one knows i am VERY VERY fussy about purity.... NOBODY and no product ever gets a rahh rahh unless i really really have tested her or them almost to Extinction.... subtly.

As only a real Euro babe  still knows...and enjoys... 

"values"

 Now..it was genuinely FUNNY  to hear my once correspondent Claudia who liked my take on aspects of the mind, 2010ish, get her knickers in a twist over " is it adhd or...?" when their fey God Gabor (he is in PAstyshire the bohemian regions - lower Gwerk especially where the richer thief-invaders invaded from London -  he literally is deity - as their £18 for 12 super mushy coffies, him used in their advertising shows)  denies it even exists! 

so lastereve in the breezy sticks up high

All In The Mind

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002xzjr

" ehhh.....all that many many multi million pound [they dont mention]   lanyard wearing mindfulness and mentul elf preaching to children at schools...well, the science says [not 'seems' to say] DOES NOT WORK..... [ theres a lawsuit for a new class of claimants, rotting dead babies, abused podding mums, and now theyve bored your kids to death with preachy nonsense that merely wasted their time indeed probably even made their mental elf WORSE!!!!!....  as the 'data' seems to say...

No Pandypants of course will ever think that 'values' are things like even in the 80s almost all reasonable minds knew " if they need to advertise something it isnt worth buying.."

And my ace mental elven muttering is neither advertised or buyable ...

(uniquely on 'values' - they did seem to understand as we broke through the language barrier so easily sat upon the rocks in the highland river " its probably the only one left in any of the South where you might not get poisoned by the waters... sup sup... "  )

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1oMVs_4uMcv0H3ZWVdRbHOTMU_XTRu03R?usp=sharing

anyway ... what a true joy - thats the DEFINITION of 'joy - real joy...

as a real Northerner may once have said, of their fascist lanyariness demanding poor innocent children listen to endless dull 'mindfulness' nonsense that i knew the second it was advertorialled on all the FAkebooks of the lost laptop class started to roll it out 10ish years ago after the bought the 'bothies' of the hills and needed to pay for the leccy and couldnt stomach a cleaning lady job like real women do...

 " i told yer so..." 

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/06/half-writ-thats-in-clearer.html

has its missed bit

good for me and my always constant working-ok mind... no matter what

And his awful Manchesterism stealing ALL my oxygen for a few months...

I mean in one sentence, no PAndypants is going to be proper Northerner and say " ehh up .... don't ever believe the hype.."  

What REALLY happened - how even they became infantilised and now they will have their king of the sexless dungaree Panties...

Any PAndy Pant clad.... no balls allowed to be in view

And 'balls' merely a figure of speech for how real women did once take the lead:  " ehh up ....all this brainless mindfulness you're brainwashing our kids with....ehh up lass [it always is] .. prove the fucker WORKS!.. stick half of in in front of some good semi-Northern culture such as  Kes.. other alf in front of shakti [ as theyre all called]  and her 'chromium' smile...[ the ones who stole the most via false allegation,  or whatever thievery  could afford the ashram smile]  and tai chi pants.....and lets ave some real DATA!  " 

Yes fine ...but defining 'values' in simple statements is hard 

to be continued

As it has to have story - real ones from a journey to nowhere 

But that's not the MISSED bit.

 good 'mental health' and never ever ever taking anything to heart, ever,  means that after a long deep sleep, one awakes at 0530 and immediately recalls - first awaking thought,  the missed bit, even when there is no point  and meanie 230,000 robots  check in...

Poor AND no identity, shucks

but this, 

is just metaphor, in a way, for  especially the last 15 years.

I think they understood " their CURRENCY  - all of them-here, even in wealthier here,  became speaking of what is 'wrong' with them [ especially in quiet public spaces that should be ferking 'QUIET-please'!,  that is the only currency they know... and that is their identity... so i am only a stranger in a strange land" 

 

half-writ, thats, in clearer 'international' English: only first draft, as i don't have a battery and my 'values' are 100% constant and NObody elses in UK can ever be

 as if i had second sight that somewhere her a bit later i would actually see authenticity

And mojo back fully

And they really did only have one face, and meant it..." yes its about values"

Just a smattering of a perfect day. Actually perfect.... well it was ok, and then it became perfect.

FREE always free ....unlike Sam Harris who promised free- always, once

substack audio

Tragedy. And why Coleman is the only great mind left. I bet he sees through the poor lost ("evil" if you believe in that non-language) Rupert Lowe. and i missed a bit see notes

even if they are all only about one thing, though, the English too one dimensional to even read between the bytes: i care that the great majority really are mentally ill or have terrible sleep as SO many report ... (and even Her Nutcrackership blew a fuse....  and a silly man read this 18 mths ago thinking she was someone else proving he can't read at all....... silly people "even a 10 year old knows assuming makes an ass out of you and me.."..)

 for selfish reasons: there is nobody left to have a perfect conversation with...sat in the river ...  

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/tragedy-and-why-coleman-is-the-only?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

(AND QUITE A FEW RECENT SUBSTACK AUDIOS MISSED OUT FOR NOW )

The MISSED BIT

References

Full-Pak Sarah Haider develops SO beautifully over year ...and then goes and has a go at the poncy vom-vom to show off and it causes her to so 'see' through herself during upchuckin' that she went and ruined herself, and gave up having become 'self aware' of the whole universe ....when she was the ONLY enjoyable broadcaster in the whole world.

https://aspecialplace.substack.com/

Coleman

I don't think this is the one where he described his 'journey' that may have been a couple of months back:  reading the book by one of his hood that basically says " ehh... all of them were at it too, Serbs probably enslaving Bozzies, And Pasties did actually semi enslave some naughty Nazi-ajacent Poles,   and  certainly Italians enslaving anyone they can buy and there are more ways of enslaving someone than just sticking them in chains, [such as how my evil brother in law did - one day we will get to that story].... so stop getting hysterical about one specific brand of enslavers... get over it!..move ON! " was so so touching - beautiful in fact...and he doesn't even speak like a Republican... 

 (no hope, not in UK no way one sees it has dug its heels in rather...  as if it masochistically wants Nige in, as that's what they will get,  even goddesses of 'guiding' walking the Moors  are bit 'not-sure about all that' with a gorgeous expression,  when it comes to the permanent cut-off....  but it has NOTHING to do with sex in UK where clearly nobody has it any more the whole thing is a lanyardist skive.... i know, as 'god' of 'calling out' the lanyardists.... what ends they will go to to avoid ever doing  their ACTUAL job as stated on it: caring...)

Now, two 'guides' i would trust(™)

 "  ehhh what can i say ? ehhh ... of course Nestbeschmutzer  ...[as an Austrian may still just about know, a moral and honourable™ especially if a finest pair]..."

= a REAL 😊 one;  and without any awful 😎 " so do you have  a saying the eyes are the windows of the....?"

"sometimes my clients tell me to take my simple glass glasses off so they can see properly what my eyes are really made of...."

" no English would dare do that nor give that advice.."

Nor would any single one of you lot understand...

They did

A quarter million, technical faultss

 Full action man, action, in the midday sun, not a tree for miles as they stile them to prop up the Jenny cideres of the Empire,  later

omg 4 chan " so you had a black dad white mum but dad wasnt real black...poor you" rathen than "WOW yore a member of the world's most populous peeps.... who wont he doin any Jenny Cidin either as theyll blow a fuse from choosing which side  of them rhey ' hate' more..."

what's this !?

A viral load of one hundred and thirteen thousand mean creeps

 

 

Funny that as i take my cheap old fountain pen (£1.49, 5 years ago) that fair dinkum never leaks, up atop the most unimpressive hills    to set down in words the real version and i jotted part yesterday " i respect all non human bodily invaders, bacteria and viruses " except it's not finished yet.... its as if your selfish little small mindedness has seen into the shamaniac future..

Anyway you don't exist unless you pay up which i also understand is all the NON-ASIDE , not real rural places....suburbs

who are addicted to moaning rather than laughing at the solution.

 

Here is the buy me a strong black Serbian  Coffee page,  but there is an errata in it it mentions "two men" 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/index-at-last.html

sadly i was Miss-taken....

Or rather he stole my oxygen

No real man does that so maybe he was an insignificant little bit of RNA too... even if they outweigh all humanity by rather a lot

All that matters, and enables one to have such ultra truemindful of actual zen

Is understanding.

And it may take some years.

Even if a 400 page one i can gobble in a day that's the point...

 

Now, living in 'it' - i really don't think i have ever heard so many "vulnerable"s per minute

 

live camera action and just like thinking of any other way of 'life' it would never even occur to me that there are hats for summer use.

Being a dad, day....

 

to be cont

because i know she won't forget someone actually  guiding her, no 'chromium smiles' no  permission; straight in for the kill

On the most wuuwuu bit of their hill.

***

ohh my god now we have a" pollen bomb"

 

So their voodoo 'moment' gets a moment, or half a bleeding hour

 Actual 'pagans' knowing what the light used to be ...for..

bleeding knees or blisters...

(i guess that was 'banter' too far " i pull off and eat my ticks knowing my blood is the best.." )

 All the problem ever was, was - past tense, only about the lasterregion, where all the 'pagan' palaver began, about twenty years ago - no sane countryman bothered with all that voodoo being rather too busy pondering work-life balance, the winters being a tad out of it...

And the summers for life, but a bit more work than in the winter.

Anyway yes how wonderful to have encountered two years ago the wiser  student of actual, unknowable, history, bantering with him  "  god theyre all off with the selkies..." 

" when the bourgeois neurotics of the Roman town-based power-base arrived on these shores they merely called them pagan to differentiate the  sophisticated tech-savvy towny, from the silly smiling country bumpkins who they couldnt imagine why on earth they may be smiling;  toiling in the fields...  all earthy and bloody....and sweaty.... and all that banter...  they just called anyone who wasn't a towny  who may moan at their sweat and bloody bits.. a pagan, that's all, and themselves the cives, relative to the pagans...."

Anyway that's not important all that's important is yes one good mind and her 'heritage' story, heard in the last place in the world one could conceivably find good intellect: " we know nothing.... the little polished stones as ancient grave goods may just as much have been the pocket goodies of someone with what now would be called OCD  a lifetime rubbing them together as those around her with all the selkie nonsense just stressed her out  .... we have no idea of what was in the minds of those several thousand years ago..." 

" and even two hundred years ago let me tell you the stories imagined of the lost gardens i inhabited - propper lost, wonderfully reclaimed by nature... ruin and rot the best things for it, what it IS!  when a few hundred years back it was some fancy bigjob... i never usually tell anyone but Byron spent his last summer in the UK there chasing the lasses...  horrid man, i am a one woman man, but there you go his female biographer did kindof blame it on his mum a bit of a sugar addicted  proto- Bovary....."  

Of no interest to me whatsoever...
I just find it fascinating how over twenty years the cives, invading, all seemed to have only one real objective, to get their slot on 4chan...

rather than actually do any 'saving' of the environment  they all said was why they were there..

there

Here doesn't exist for me... never did. 

But it's very funny how i was sirenned down here...   

A need for 'real' men, and then when you are were there...

they second sight, something else, you had learned to laugh at years ago... as the actual pagans know that "there's nowt as queer as folk.." indeed knew that  when old man Ralph was using my little bit of his heritage, fifty years ago, and anyone who thinks they know science or nature, never mind supernature,  is lying .... 

So, the right to name, on the 'name day', even if all rights came with so called responsibilities

 Now i have exactly the right one even if Manchester, whether ism,

or not, one knew was the seat of "the devils spawn" decades ago

Only to be proven, in the inability to even know it's own phone number.

" what did you die of..?"

Anyway lets forget all the time wasting as that's all it's been about.

Saving... every second, savED...ed...

But also the crock-walk*

(ohh i forgot funny old world when only the very tramplike, very black man, on his early stroll gives you a truly warm smile...quite touched my Intouchables....)

Not really understanding how even in Gwerk mid summer 'heat'wave in the first summer, they would come and prance on Gwerk drug-taking 'commons' how on earth their compulsory antiperspirant was going to 'defend' against surely the sweatiest feet ever...

wearing the Hunters midsummer when any true, landsperson, told Lucas a long time ago " ehh up lad ... your walking boots are a bit poncey  i mean especially midwinter   if they get wet it will take weeks to dry them out whereas us landspeeps despite our varying 'indigenous' madness   Martín   will make his beer money by making up in a  century or so

... we meander even the hilliest 

of hills, merely in moccasins its VERY 

time saving, practical, and saves on leather which is a real luxury...."

(wow her tshirt with the ultimate virtue signalling is even ironed...)

Never mind saving your rubbers for when you really need them (being impossible to recycle) those indigenouses would surely chuckle at all the wellyclad feet midsummer when there is actually a peri-drought,  which surely inveigle foot rot even if that word means sneaky underhandedness and not quite the right word for being culturally conned neigh demanded into performative wellie  or walking boot when there is no Earthly need. A real iconoclastic heritage babe of the future one hopes would see the three dimensions in that - one of them being the need to be seen taking 'care' when taking care of ones toes means letting them 'breathe' but you can't say that as that's an extra workshoptoo

Every second...every penny...

counts and counted.

damn it i near forgot

Yes fourty years ago, lovely arty poetic songs on loop, an almost perfect year, except him and its like i heard him then, just yesterday...

It's like this if you happen to get into a fancy device with a doctor - a very very senior lauded one,  of course they have to shove their foot down on the floor and show you just how technologically advanced they are

Just as i heard from the once sane Canadian's brother then, embarking upon his so called medical 'career'...

SO pumped up even forty years ago that his devices and gizmos will save humanity but it was the tone. The complete and utter lack of nuance

Had one said " ehh even the Ausies not exactly known for their iconoclasm or ability to think beyond the top of their insipid tinnies,  will spawn one who will write a rather good book in a decade or two

and those who can think, beyond their arrogant littleman Doctor Timselves...will read it and learn..

never mind already know that the coefficient of sunshine you will never understand exactly all the 'health' benefits as that's the completely wrong word for we are evolved coeffciently IN it...codependent symbiotic many of our MILLIONS of inscrutable systems  arose IN it especially around the less hotsun times of year try living and being outdoors three quarters of your life in Northerner climes and every March ray of it you relish...

and then children or infants must eat dirt as their so called 'immune' system is not theirs it is asymbiotic 'community' member who gets off, or on, when tickled on the toes by a bit of foot rot which boosts its ability to boot it away... 

so fuck off with your .... arrogant prickery, so based on well i got technology 

even then

 * - now three awful years in Pandyland 

- which is the nomenclatter for the whole land,

  pandering to nobody, but learning real learnings, I didn't need to learn but did need to understand 

The one thing above all the dominant caste would wish for, if they could stop, which they can't of course as the thousand quid 'retreats' and summertime fashion-wellie, cost loads of cash ... which requires more time on their phones showing off to each other,  than even i knew existed

The one thing that they really may wish for if they actually stopped and actually thought, may just be " how can i stop fretting about the most irrelevant of things such as everything they fret about continually,  and the ill fitting footwear when someone  - me - has only one wish to keep on plodding on for 50ish kmish  a week, minimum, week in week out... the fact that the really awfully fitting footwear bothers one bigtime as fully functioning feet is all i care about... and thus the first five minutes really is a walk between concentration camps in a blizzard that's bound to kill you - metaphorically...

but literally within five mins.... 

not only do your feetbones or ligaments or whichever other bit of their body they have every conceivable colour of showoff bandage and plaster on ...

probably...adapt.... such that they are quite happily functional enough within the completely maladapted footwear...

you forget the initial mindful, of nothing..

its all mainly in, the mind....

And i KNOW we are all the same....

Because i have read through the propper science for myself for decades AND .. thought for myself...

what is in the space? between each of the few better books..

What may have they even missed?

But the quay to the heart is not that i care...for myself...

Merely as .. just a project that shows how even Doctor Tim never mind every single one of his awful spawn don't actually care ...

or they would have their feet clinics outdoors..

But more than that, would have prescribed some half decent novels, focusing on how to die, first

As generally speaking that's what causes indigestion.... not being able to be philosophical. Which you can only get from the quiet small books. And wistful songs... 

sanity -

now where was i....

I bet even himtoo

 ("what am i wasting my time with all this when theres a bit of proper religious experience on the record player back in the vestry") 

a whole week ago she said, at the free banana spot, and then disappeared:

" a man can't live on bananas alone...."

But of course no Scepticilian Pandylander could even think to say ANYTHING sane  her all bristly " the system has crushed us and brought us down to this..."  cos all they do is moanscrolling rather than realmanscrolling  - not the fakes such as Jordan who can't even manage to not get addicted to pills despite being a professor of their effect on his lack of mind, or all that whole genre never mind the vile Tateists...

One bloke who one is quite sure was brought up on proper New Enlightenment soundtracks even a Serbian Priest is honest enough to share with his flock, as influential, and i shall never again think of them as a tad suspect in the old cultural dept,  a real man, authentic, no pandering to PAndyism, puts his t-shirt on and unlike all Swestites doesnt need to tell you which marathon he has just run, or club s/he belongs to,  and following on from his actually authentic ...

..... well...as i said " i am only jealous of one traveller.... "

"who arrived  in plain and simplish tshirt lands the day this actually kicked off on her first backpacked soujourne....... and i hope she has even caught it in the news they didnt even report.... "

 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-43948181

Indeed what a photograph god i hope she stayed true to her smile ...

And .... well, define a cynical land, when even Don Mccullin goes on the beeb and says " not one of my pictures ever made one diddly squat of difference.." 

" he won....again..." 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cvgel990n51o

 https://mg.co.za/news/international/2018-05-08-the-street-protester-who-took-over-a-country/

tis the Dons.... who .... 

Cause and effect ... 

At least i now have a better word even if to the youth the sexless Pandy may be unknown,  but that's not important as it's their so called parents one did need to say something too, they could all word-picture, understand..

Even if the pic is of them...

Ahh yes... I would want only HIM (the Serbian Priest*) to officiate

 now whist by FAR the most frequent piece of plastic spinning around my record player stolen by  dead " ohh what a GOOD EGG he is and does so much to endear the 'traveller community' to us by his bumkin ways and so many antique gypsy waggons and motors....  ok only when the cameras are on him, or some transactional stall ongoing to rip off the 'festival' goers...  his duffed up ex would say... " Big Al....

Indeed never seen this one makes the point that even in The Apple, the great majority of women were far too grown up to hardly bother with their chemicalate...face 

gunk

  however ....

(ahh yes the usual stupid Rupert-Henry who styles himself on Rufus Wainwright as they all started to a decade ago, as he fucked mum once at a festival and all she has for it is a lonely postcard pic at the edge of her cracked mirror...

when he  shouldn't have bothered styling himself on anything as he didnt need to, and should have stayed very very siklent,  as mum already had the greatest of all styles next to MAggie...

 the Rufus lookysound alike talking on the wireless this aft on rewilding they are scary but the way they use meaningless Eastern garbage like 'yin and yang' - ask some imprisoned Thai how much yang they got for breakfast and.. he wont be able to even speak from the teeth falling out due tortuous malnutrition a tad familiar to the People of The Book back in some other era...or Ivan..... shows Kate should have shoved his head in the opium pipe at birth and gone and had a real one.... elsewhere

 )

got it!

of course all along....

Calling them the Tubbies Tellytype....

Always just off the mark

There's something just too corporate about them corporeal Tubs, even if of course one sees them often waddling around  in groups as if it is hereditable... (you don't hear that one so often ) which like any corporation we knew back in Jenny's ninetine eighties saner times  of course they were malicious 

But what you want is the perfect name of something you know probably is going to be even worse for you than Nigeltimes...

Or to put it another way when someone says to me a few months ago "manchester is  a great place great wholsome people...." and they are one cause of death, as i knew the second those words were said, but didn't stick to my principles which is i knew every single one a scoundrelous mentally incapacitated fraud...and should have said so and been right as history did show

Anyway.... 

yes so long ago one knew something, and even if the disaster of the whole internet without ENOUGH adhd or whatever, so as to actually get the title right and it wasn't Les BAins....

T'was Paradiso...

Just a few months before 

 

Now ... 

Poor Ian... I mean not only are you the only true genius that came out of their otherwise number two shithole, only beaten for bullshit by the land of the child denier pretending he even had one when it was Imaginary and he stayed the other side of the pond; 

But even if she may have denied it as "platonique"

" Ian... mon beau robot... the only great dancer in history who recreated it as it should all adhd ..be.... Fais ton choix, mec !...

you can only committ to one pathway.... moi, or the chipfatty one back at your so called home...

" and in future times when your little ditty has served the test of them.... and is without any doubt the one great moment and you even say 'please' ....  a Pandy shall emerge who says ' I hope we will be  back in the same 'place' in his sordid little lifetime..... 

"on ne peut s'engager que dans une seule direction..

"et tu vas jusqu'au bout, maintenant !

"mainitnenant ...

"maintenant ou .....jamais "

"and if you don't decide on the paradise of moi....  ALL the way no fartin around thinking a bit 'o her chippiness is ok on the side....

" someone in 45 odd years will know that your cop out, symbolises rather a lot but never mind the other dimensions none of your so called people will come to never be able to think in... 

" but that... the idea that anyone from Up Norfff....  mon beau génie....  would even be able to smile at his own ....réalité....

" dungarees...not even us Belges would be seen hanging from a bridge in them ..  I mean even your Muzz Wonky Westwood allowed some sense of sex bulging or otherwise...

" the ultimate in anodyne inhumanity ..... painted on smile, painted upon superficial vacuousity.... and some new style notion of 'Manchesterism'....  

" [Va te faire foutre et crève .. even if is deepl subject to the same nonsense being that the worst thing that could be said in frog was merely 'ALLEZ VOUS EN!' with the appropriate gesture only an Annik could muster...] ....

" when you have absolutely nothing to say and can't even decide what you want...now.... our remarriage....  you are already dead....

and will also probably buy a country cottage where you have even less odea of whom you are.... ism" 

* yes now... ehhh... what a chronicle i have of the Vicissitudes, but it's so much more interesting in the 21st C... 

Never mind their inability to actually get behind a babe, and pretend ... that's what's on the surface its the absolute disingenuity (its taken Oggle 15 years to figure that is a word and may need spell checking!)  neigh snobbery under the cassocks...

A complete and utter failure to be of the people.... 

Or make onseself liked by them and use a church what it was designed for... i bet his, back there in 'behind the times' Serbia, if he had a  record player,  not only sometimes had a good old real  modern art on full blast..

But he even knew that everything is just a metaphor allegory .... bit of a joke on US....

(as said to the only traveller left yesteraft " ... Brian, represented the fact we must laugh at ALL of us, every single bit .... the British forgot this even if we alone invented it  - The Pythons...Alexei...  and the last twenty years know there are things of us  - the self bit of us, that aren't to be touched...

... and when you meet a baby as i did yesterday of course one must tickle its toes... without asking!... and the one relaxed mother left knew it was exactly the right way to be" )