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ahhaaahh but as i said i have a "superb memory " however I admit my failures and left my just washed shorts so have to walk back... but not now... there is a reason. I need to be in signal, just in case...
Now
This may seem like some spiteful snide attack, ad hominem even if a sane person knows most things are universal and certainly much of our biology is pretty standard even if we may have had a few dull decades of such obsession about the personal small things. Which is a good definition of neuroses.
I certainly remember still a previous even longer droughty hurty one.... and i have no recollection of ever taking out a water bottle. Of course the (i must go back to the stupendous chat with the therapising Austrians who really did one hundred percent chimetoo... ) this century descent into such everything-hurts, is just a natural reaction to large exterior events one of course couldn't control such as mistaking buildings for airports in YAnkeeland, then the worst of all death camps in Syria - 300,000 likely most horrible death camp deaths ... stifled to death underground in MR Assad's torture theme parks Mrs English Assad checking in with her Chelsea PR company to check for the right hashtag so as to move on asap...
But without doubt the most obvious outward expression of the mass formation neurosis sheep dip their toe into nothing is that tyranny of " you aren't hydrating yourself in accordance with my lanyard status...shame on you... " shame being the worst of all the attacks on tghe hominem.
And as for who really started it, even before (wonderful anti Gabor chat a week ago i must get to soon, even if i simply cannot understand her ghosting, ohh well folk are unknowable...because) yes the modern last 15ish years of all the messianic preachers who's whole act is to appear unpreachy ...
The worst and first offender
By the River Piedra we sat down and wept...Jesus, what a dangerous pimp of nothing he was... as was evident in the woman he ruined, the only one i really thought had it all licked...
nope - conned into forever looking for the impossible perfect candidate
when she couldn't even
mean what you say, to a lovely six year old...
which is the root of most so called 'mental elf'
con
fusion.
Common sense fused ....ooh better word - their trendy one 'Alchemist' ed... mixed in with Mister Coelho's ' theres always a better one the other side of the mountain' parasitism of the female mind...
Makes Eckheart look like a Johnnie come lately, ametuer...
now...no disrespect to real propper walkers of whom there are a few...and wanderers up to gorgeous Hillocktop streams...
But the Neruda " a conversation does not begin until we have been speaking an hour..." is pure and true.
and its so sad to meet a few fine minds and lovely fresh faced faces... and it all to be flattened out in the polite pants of politeness to visitors who one would like to know their reality deep down inside as most dont even walk up to the hills...so they must be ok
but you cant as they must walk on
back to my point, my best waffle is in many handwritten bits and bobs and i have lost track of what is up here and what isnt...yet
and what i should not put here...
But as i dont even have the battery to check first thats all that mindfulness really is... i stand by anything i may reflect upon and i know its meant only ever in good faith - and others opinions are only to debate nicely face to face ...
which as usual one evening a few ago one realised is no longer possible...
all the assumptions just one overheard sentence...
loads missed out.... for now
but i have the best ever three year excuse. The illusional gibbers.... they were bad enough in The Marches, but in Swestershire my my they are indeed a different breed
Pure bred... quite incapable of even recalling what
" ehh the chap who didnt bother using talc on his baby's bottie
can't join in the jamboree
4 billion bucks, against Johnnie and Johnnie...."
Ehhhh... LOADS of new science about sunglasses giving you cancer, infact the one thing that prevents almost everything especially arthiritic wrists for slappin my face im so happy
sunshine
And...drum roll...
AGHH i need to get to my archival chronicle that has several months of artistic photoshots of my ohh my of course the council never gets the potholes done as several months popping in to use a council offices - big job spaceship style, socket...
the array of performative water bottles! made my day.
And the way they are used as extension, wussy domination
mine is more spaceship and plenishy colour right than yours
Never having ever in my life taken water on a hike ok one day on tghe second red alert i thought this summer going so well maybe i dont ..need...to die just yet its all bullshit but i shall take one cup for the 6 km uphill ... just in case
How hydrated should you really be?
This parochial little shopping aisle now even former 'colonies' have to go in on a VPN!
And then all those little Potemkin villages all around... Firstly The Marches, and i guess more or less same time the Swestern swamp...
(and there always has been a moral, yes that's a word even if unfashionable in Gweek, of the story which is don't trust a film writer or any kind of writer who takes up the banjo - always only for one reason, to get a different kind of girl... )
as i am quite sure did Bruce having made a truly morally magnificent film in 1984, Killing, with the beautiful Dith brought to a real heroic life, that attracted the serious women who had a real heart, but his weird inner grape sodden compass rusty from the lack .......well what can one say about abusive stepfathers so i guess he gets a free pass, but i bet he took it up concurrently with or at some point before Withnail 87, thus forever destroying music, too... as well as decent deep cinema.
So, one can be all worthy and aren't i truly wonderful having had the LAST it bloody better had be it's so so boring learning even little things about the self.... and being so worthy as to discover, pinpoint even so well in waffled words a little earlier, exactly, ones last bubbling little gaseous farts of Bulldoginess ... or as the Ruskie put if in her fabulous stories in the greatest bench story war of all time, her DELIBERATELY in a way pathewtic little henry Thoreau could only masturbate thinking of something he could never ever be.... sure...her stories were better than mine and needed spinning out longer than mine, deliberately....to illustrate our POINTS that we are 100% sure of are fact...
it's just so so nice to meet someone who rightly fully believes in her self and her army even if a pacifist like me...
Likely in the marital bedtoo ... having spent all her rocketfuel on her true equal....me, who has no muvva no land and certainly no muvvaland, and believes in only one place, nowhere.
Anyway how wonderful to jhave spat out quietly maybe the best decription of slightest lingering Bulldoginess - that impossible to entirely have cauterised sense of slight 'superiority. even if for the 100th time fuck this world is so ignorant of the GREAT writer Pilger the Ausie... i mean its not as if he didn't also sell quite a few million of his superb books, ever wanna be Alexei Sayle or 1980s-90s non-wuss would proudly display on their bookshelves and yes even read...
Anyway ones inner revelations and admissions of whay 'work' in fact rarely transforms its people or the occasional smelly Black Swan event...
..are nothing really, especially when you meet HER on the Hills or Moors or as real mountain men like me call them, the hillocks, and are so rediculously constantly happy in almost The Worst Place even if its very pretty up there... all you can think of is just putting up with her ...punting look, my way
that was so ridiculously perfect...
Is that its all very well being so ultra zenny mindfully wise and speak with and of purest righteous love for anyone especially a Ruskie merely due to such true 'critical thinking' - for the Britolish thats not a nasty habit that Zac and his team of plenishy abundanteenies, should come along and save you from it's what your whole so called civilisation is based on....
And then one has to also know that all politics is a game, and i felt love for the AFOREMENTIONED earlier today...
Ivan's daughter...
I would love to have come to something...
Anyway true evil is being in visitor tourist regions - any, especially so many years in that awful Potimkiny BAlack MOUNTAINS / Wye region .. as they pass through, use the locals for kicks, and then pass on... never even give you a bell and say 'lovely to meet you'... theyre always fiull of some PAulo Coehlo style quest to find inner perfection via the next KNaussguard lookalike who actually never has anything REAl to say...
such as ... it needs saying over and over and over and i learned thats all politcics is, artfully not getting bored having to say a few key policies over and..
" women who get over that 52 ish year hump, exactly same for blokes... we all freak at fifty ...
ohh thats a point its the fiftieth anniversary... i mean imagine... there you are the greatest summer ever... wildflowers all summer reading Master Durrell in the meadows of them, perfectly positioned as she knew full well to catch the odd glimpse of the days when women didnt even need to trim their bush indeed that was the whole point - to tease some poor little just teen to exploding point her and her bikini, and me...
And a few week laters the wireless goes berserk ... as if long heralded nuclear war had actually begun.. which is NOT a decadent 'westerner' claim as its all relative....ALWAYS...
when youve got lovely Elton and far lovelier Kikki on a few weeks earlier, and all is love 'n roses .... and anarchy breaks out
it hurts...it traumatises.... it makes you reassess your perfect summer of No Cider.. but my Rosie was far sexier than his.... even if it was look but don't touch.
Anyway where was i.... spite. One can perform purest worthiness in-blog, audio version as i have such a fun time almost always, on no money, on nothing, and noone, as most employers are illusionistal gibbers... and thus, have everything i need, except bloody battery.
spite.... I take only one pleasure from any writing up of anything, and am glad i have the very meanest several thousand a day minimum readership in history...
As to spite you...it is impossible to have had such a perfect sublime mature real near-hillocktop ...encounter.
And get such a warm smile ...back.
and ok in a pretty beautiful spot, too...
And ... she enjoys too the perfect waters ive all summer long
well... a decent Stevie once sang.. indeed more than sang....
The one and only.... " i try to say what i mean...and mean what i say.."
Even if forced to tell a lie....for raison, de....morality
Anyway where was i.... Master Oak.... meetin' izz wonky one he had to tame... for the first time; Even her seein' madman Heathcliffe... in the English private school girls favourite act of masochism, all they are satisfied with... all of them pale into insignificance... when compared to a simply perfect meeting ... out in some real ..naturetoo.
Yes i must stop interrupting myself thinking of the rather large pile of notes i have in respect of wise little things to just finish off that are outstanding some months - since early March to be precise when the Devils Spawn revealed his likely borderline personality disorder having found me here so he....says...
Which i will be getting to imminently or rather the day after tomorrow as i have the perfect sometime job, to actually work sometimes on ACTUAL farmer Ridd's Doonetown proper farm...
Doing what i like doing best, his dirty work too dirty for him...
Did i repeat or even get the words out adequately short coherent sentences: " loads of babes met under 50 for one non nightlife reason or another, quite randomly and rather weirdly as i am a hermit... mainly... not one ever ever ever EVER is even a BIT desirable.... ok there is one and i told Memsaab that story...and she understands why entirely off limits, which is not why she is desirable...
It's just her smile...and ... non Hunter wellies. and well.....
BUt as for over 52s... about 10 maybe 20% manage to realise that not thinking they are desirable any more or could be they stop ferkin thinking about it and start to become actually human and let go into being what maybe they may be if they let go a bit more.... and become not merely desirable.... but hot as a cat on a tin roof i built for her logpile...
and all one then wants to do is curl up in her lap afterwards, because there is nothing more beyond that truest true desire... and this isn't some Cosmopolitan made up nonce-piece...
ten years of practice! Allowing 'in' those whom are desirable, sustainably so.... and not one ever has been who is younger than 52
(...excepting her who is so off limits that of course i test myself... and have passed that test. Not even a dirty thought...no mucky mucky thoughts... only purity.
Never mind the purest muck for many a mile.)
being sure of yourself, via having earned that right to be just that
...even if you don't know which end of the world is best - who can.... when the culture became so awful it never guides us as it once did....but i can...
is the only sexy thing there is
But poor Eckheart wants you to just be.... something other than all there ever was...
And i love to only spite the meaner so called readers there have ever been
BY saying that nobody has ever had such a splendid lovely... Hillocktop...scene as good as even Kundera at his best
or Ngaio Marsh... at her namesakeland.... or it would be in some other season
one which wasn't this now perfectest, purest and simplest, summer
Now... if any woke (renamed now what they always were just a bit 'wuss'y..
and sadly uneducated compared with even a Ruskie..
and the clue to all is in that 'even' ... of which i am 100% free) or arrogant Rory Stewart, or Oxford academic be they white or brown.. or fabulous white Ruskie...
can do better on this, as to why we can't really value all peoples, when we should as they are all proper valuable not some tourist version or propaganda as to they make lovely ethnic pots and musac... - it's time to go for the Serbian Nobel Prize ..peace, literature, and sucking up, all in one triumvirate - even if i am prejudiced not to know about it, i am sure they have one and i am sure it is just as pukka as the Norwegian
"so i told you the story ... ok so i get you you attempt to dominatrix me with telling LONGER ones and spinnin' them out to see when i try and interruptus... well i can nuke you there babe up your skinny Dombas...
[with ELTON moanin' about his so called soul on full volume in the boosteroo]...
" not mine mine is nothing...IVAN..how we kidnapped him... i grabbed his wheelchair as he was heckling the so called CNDs.. one of the five bigshot aristo families, family survived Leneeen... he sat on Stalin's knee when he was four... dad actually boss of the Lubyanka for a few years... he went off shooting yanks in Vietnam in his little fighter jet...lost his leg in the afghan war actually in the Khyber pass... his daughter Elaine i still remember her name ... a quarter wop ..his mother Indian and that alone is extraordinary enough for the family to have survived in somewhat aryan Moscow for so many decades.... she stole granddad's briefcase of secrets and used it as her entry visa to yankland... i pleaded with him FORGIVE HER.. let me go and find her for you..its all just a game, you know that more than anyone i have ever met....
"... but he said that for the muvvafuckerland she must one day be novichokked... well that aside he was clearly the best man o peace i ever met...and then he told us of his last few decades working for TASS in the Kremlin and just how itchy button-finger his homelanders were when Libya happened... and at the end of the four hour kidnapping session we had our jaws on the table ' are you listening to this ALL the 20th C is having tea with us...' ' ok Ivan in such an extraordinary existence.... and the last few decades alternating shared care half the time here in Ludlow of all places.. half the time back there... what is THE one thing that you have learned that is the most extraordinary...?
" and dyer know what he said i still havent quite recovered... he said that equality between wo/man was so much more advanced ... there...
"so.. please now i have a finest f kidnapped... tell me the stories...your skinny Dombas please add some meat to his bones....bring his glorious words please to LIFE..."
....and...
(oh my how the 'beautiful people' were spying on us... jaws agape flouncin' by ..i saw themtoo)
" the likes of Liz day and all her Cheltenham babes of the Beeb, fantasise about getting into his boxers as he has better hair than they could ever struggle to imagine..
" and got conned that there is anything meat and two veg in his dire unstrugglish toilet paper..
" what kind of a man strugglin' can't even manage to keep his facial hair in check and a appear a little on top of the struggle...
"anyway having read them all..in fact i tell a lie i just couldnt keep up the struggle to finish book six so performatively ' ohh and our friend the great avant garde literary essayist we all wished to emulate... ' so much Nordic dickhead name dropping
"stupid man didnt tell us anything like as the actually fine battle axe babe did at lunchtime today... Scandinavian countries dont go in for the bizarre British brutalisation of the convict...it's almost all about rehab......
"basically he clearly spent far too much time on shrooms in Notty Ill thinking he has to people please them.... why he got his books out....as they cannot conceive of anything struggling to be NOtthem..."
Now....in a whole decade of decameroning DE-Cameroning ....wow!!! thats the best pun in history - escaping his vile votiness, and it just occurred to me, well it didnt, it was my 'soul' that typed it irrespective of me
Infact that's a point, that homo Homer ... i am sure was a lesbian the way his chaps were portrayed, so performatively in plastic. And so insouciant about facial hair just copying Tate...
him and his ten year cycles. I defy him!
As it is impossible to meet such an esteemed Magnificat, i won. It is eleven. Or ten and a half.
god i would have never have guessed...
what a simply beautiful picture
merely looking up his spellin'
some online nasties are descriminatin'
up comes the ai with "Serbian president height "
thats so so sweet! it's rediculous how sweet
To attempt to endear
" while they were arrangin' their homo erotic marchin' songs
" the nasties never let Elton's fullest skillset out for long
enough, I'm sure it woz some pre judice...
" can't tell if a boy man or castrati.... whilst them Serbs still arguin about which Titoian militian uniform to wear at the great tea party...
Anyway.... " i couldn't care
"I couldn't care less what .....
" your childhood cultural mores were ....
" more or less less is more ....
"at last...i met the perfect one....."
THE BIGGEST....skinny babe i have ever met.
(how to chat up Ruskies: " ehh shut up nice showoff coat....but... you have never met ANYone in The west who can quote you Yevgennia... both her glorious Whirlwind books and i do think she was better than the dour Solzhenitsyn. and even know that her mates called her 'Jenny'... " the look... who would have known that Ruskie adjacent can almost cry with homelanditis at one limey sentence....in The Worst Place ..in The World...)
against all the rules for far too long i haven't backed up.
so... especially as, what a fine unme time, i must. and that means i cannot move a muscle for at least half an hour.
Which i will, not..having perfect 'zen' which is merely a case of thinking before one turns anything on and represses one's appetites to open the things, now...
" they haven' t even figured the way to use the simpler words such as what does ' liberal' mean ? ...then along comes some half yank and gets all ' classic liberal' when all she is is a moody fat indoorist, saying nasty things about brown peeps when in fact just take this last week by far the clearest communicators i have chatted with, anywhere... them on their ' palaver' bench as we named it have been the local chubby Nigerians.... so so sharp and attentive to my travel suggestions ...i was quite gutted...."
blessem... stick some 'i' into the stupid little underclass dumb phone and it always knows better than a simple action to hold it in landscape so as to simply simplify one simplest fact if life in a user friendly way such that no swivelly eyeing necessary...
I may not like big words when the only one i ever knew, and can't forget, Hannah will do, but what an absurd one.
" what is one of them please... ? i just overheard you saying"
" children tell the nice man what it is..."
what a superb mum and banker.
Fast forward through " what an absurd coincidence they should charge you a magyc premium here on top of the likely credit default swap you will need to barter for your did dins.... it keeps happening ... i was last evening just pulling out my last hair trying to remember that word one hardly ever hears for a rfare early evening jotting... and here i am wandering down the street back off the hills ... and i hear it.... i wasn't 100% sure... but now your fine little ones have confirmed it...
"meanwhile so you are leaving... do... due matters 2006 i can speak teacher, and know what is in the files on your headmistresses' desk.... carnage.. only... and loads of BPD though they are still in ADHD neurowhatnot and all that stuff... even if clearly for some yerars theres a bit of a non sequitur and dichotmous made up cultural construct to rather a lot of it..
" anyway forget all that yes the BPD and disastrous parenting.... Sharon the many year 'excluded child' freelance worker told me two years ago she can no longer cope and she's a tough Northern vanwoman and i have film of her saying so...it exploded around 2022... .in fact the interesting film is you can see her arriving at the coast in her old red banger - a rare non chavvy quiet bit of that pestilent pollutifact.. and a week later she is transformed back to vaguely human..it was killing her literally....
"if you have the smallest doubt about chucking your 15 year career in state secondary .. well ok you dont, i believe YOU at last some clear communicatorix! but if you wish to continue working with kids.. go and do so in Europe.... "
"no i know... i can't go back, there is as you say absolutely no point .maybe yes Europe we shall see "
There is sanity! Martyrdom is sometimes a waste of time....
Anyway this very strange shift in the syncredentials... I've noticed!
All it says ever is that there is no hurry to finish off several still posts in progress and in fact i need one perfect page of Sylvian prose to do her justice.. and yes shall take my time.
not even half finished, even monkeys need a good long walk
simply the most romantic almost Byronic night flight ever
like Louise always said
to me...and the look on her face needed no words or silly dance to express
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her - Justine and CO its the 'co' that matters all her co that she of course became goddess of.. without ever DOing anything to stop the pollution in the FIRST place..i tried..
from twenty years ago...
later even if this is all its REALLY about
all of it (from about 3 or 4 years ago in the other site)
all. their lies..it was NOT the chicken sheds - the greens failed to ever go and complain about at planning meetings - 2010 - 15ish..
nope already before then the domestic xenobiotics from inadequate yuppy barn sewerage systems were already ruining my daughter's ...RIVER...she learned to swim and be a real mermaid in
and i never ever ever forget who is to...blame...for what matters
but she and co are staying on my desktop as reminder....
soon
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he is a visual memo to send another missive to her granddaughter advising just how much of a con artist she was so don't waste time even going to her funeral if she has one....
and proof that modern remakes can be rather good even if far too nihilistic
now who the heck is that??! either Simone.. De Bee....or... it can't be Collette surely?
Edith Wharton?
one of them i left as a reminder for some spattery in essay form but i can't remember witch...yet
And i wouldn't know how to 'reverse image' match as it is always cheating
And her...on desktop so long. It must be a snap from 2020. The 'famous' lovely plenishy outdoor book area at Hay-on-Wye...PR snap.
Where anyone who may even enjoy a Mills and Boon, knows that you won't even find one of them, there... a sop, good for nowt but toilet paper. Every one some out of date book of actuary tables in Mongolia 1963. Or a book about lovely places where such lovely nice people won't sell you drugs from their horseboats in Gweek... the 1983 edition.
see i shall even rarely bother to ' copyright Mossy Crow inc even if they have no manners'
Even if like all vile ex seasterners ...users...they just used the gorgeous Serban sexy nose .
in their pr
cos its exotic and a bit witchy... her nose
looks good on their PR
why of course they love her around... as performer . them being too unexotic themselves
so they need a caged monkey
as the English always have for centuries.. but those encaged always die earlier than they should.. so ...
but they know that
yes that book or all three indeed true greatest art and philosophy in one and the pics have been on desktop for a month at least
to remind me to email in to Mossy HQ and say do get on to the useless weird local library system who refuse to carry you - even if many a time i told them why nearly a year ago
and for me to bold cap underline the one word that matters. after all without it those barbies may have spread their vile plastic tits all over the place...
but true genius still make sone laugh
when none of their 'green' shockjock material ever could, why they always failed
oops they did ...win out even in France where one thought they may have known how to be the ...resistance
And this a question, does she need a kick up the bum somehow? as i think she is rather good
in fact i hadnt noticed until just now
leaving her calm one on desktop and this one
to remind myself to use him as an example (except his wind and sands book which has two wise paragraphs only otherwise a bit of a fly-boy fake) of the rubbish that they vanity-piece-perform by default
my only problem is - long long ago accepting nobody else 'bridges' even if of course a 'false flag' operation - otherwise known as the worst conceivable kind of 'people pleasing', really doers hurt...
That i know what's in about ten audios made over the last few months - rambling landloping waffling and there is splendid content within, I REMEMBER what it is ... but i can't quite recall which ones got here, yet...
And as you don't have 'second sight' either as all the tragic shamanaians (the very worst case on The Roseland, so Gweek isn't as centre of things as it assumes)
you won't be able to make sense of me hardly being able to make sense as i can't quite recall what is here..yet
(ohh yes last post - or rather as all 'blogging' is absurd this merely daily riff because i can
And the extraordinary thing is that i couldn't... and then the worst happens over a long long time and if you just stick in there...for years...amazing Fantasticisms happen..
Anyway a load, as in at least 10,000 aides memoirs snapped over a decade, they annoy me when i put a snap out of the so many folders crfammed full of them, on my lappydesktop and a few months later i haven't got to them in the ...SEQUENCE ... and forget quite why at the time they were so so profoundly poignant it's daft...
And for a hobo i am extremely tidy and love only an utterly clean desktop so as to tomorrow start annew which is THE golden rule for kids, only tomorrow matters..or what next, not the 'now' so much.
Ok loads of nowtoo but blahh blahh...
but these are standard and obvious:
The Lowland butterfly although every other word out of even tragically her mouth is
anything more than a few hours and they get itchy i guess... which is why ..
ohh yes lasterpost or one in the last 24 hrs, fundamentally only a small group over several YEARS working with great fellowship, can ever really stop the shit flowing into said, hercreek...
and butterflies aren't too good at sticking to one long boring job.
And reconnection seems always impossible as if it's against some fundamental rule of how to be 'cool'
well you get what you wish for:
a few more degrees.
and then my ohh my the best spots (atop the hills slightly yonder just love to boss you about - indeed that's the truly fascinating poetical thing of Dooneshire, a bit richer than PAstyshire, just how many plasticated notices there are all over - clearly the mnost enjoyed habitat of the incame, here... plasticate anything you can
and as poshly as possible
as soon as the smallest little bit of new data comes along such as a dog has dug a hole in the common my ohh my the new smart arse signage, perfectly plasticated, i had no idea !!
(this is why 2020 was quite so severe)
anyway theyre gone... off my nice clean desktop
there's nothing else to do than this...
and this hasn't started yet...
hmm what one photo sums up the truly gorgeous not-quite-itis of the region?
Maybe the one at Goosebarn 'community' goody goody vegan organic cliquey centre (i bet they get public cash - they all do somehow thats all they're good at even if nowadays it's as covert an op as if tghe CIA wre in charge.... you never really know....) and the actual litter littered all around their 'recycling' bins.. i mean large tailor made almost hand carved ones (so as to perform ultra smuggit..)
Living at the outbreak of Russia illegally invading Ukraine, even if arguably USA had softly invaded Ukraine on the qt some years before, then
accidentally go and interview a chap the very next day who was THE number one bullneck old bore of the whole (former) region...
making a real mess of the countryside with his hoarded motors all over the pace..
anyway... " as you know im a real head case..[actual time in a Birmingham gaol for something violent in the past - the come-and-buy-a-paradise-home-by-Presteigne articles dont tell you about him.... many years there ].... loads of Rambo Mad Max mates and many years i ran businesses in Russia and even Ukraine... tough guy stuff... we arent afraid of anyone and always get our retribution in first... any problems locally - landlords business rivals... you know who to come and ask to fix a jolly good beatin' [me obviously NOTHING to do with such people only by accident met cycling the lanes 2020 making any old new friend] .... Ive been up all night on the wotsup and online all my various identities... arranging rescue missions for the poor beloved Ukrainians.... but you know what.... they are literally insane to even lift feather never mind an AK in opposition.... let him have a little chunk of their weird old not unified land.... and he will be satisfied with that .... if they fight back they will just get slaughtered.... they can never win the Bear they will be mad to try.... "
turned out to be (as reported here i think at least 3 years ago)
the reality
for every one of 100s of thousands of bereaved Ukrainian families
And that was the VERY VERY last man i ever thought would say something vaguely sane or human...
really
in other words all i care about is MY context....
Mine... that goes back at least three years
only ever started being written for one
(GREAT mind)
and probably she stopped reading long time ago
so all my mean readers are doing, is in fact using HER ...
And her nose at least, indeed even just her nose,
is far sexier than all of you could conceivably be put together, all thousands of you who nose in daily...
which ends in the online-shopping-mall wars in the 'East...'
Tit for tat were're going for YOUR online shoppify operationtoo
you got ours, boohooo...
is, bless err.... these Former soviets - my gosh her nose i adore, is almost carbon copied from his, chief hairy, i never realised
They arrived and i BRIDGED especially for themtoo when i saw how Ross the fake hairshaven hippy of the Hilltops 2008ish to 9....
treated his Polish slave ('modern day' had he gone to lore)
with fake "love" as long as he could con him, our nearest neighbour 2 safe km away) into free labour... until lovely Ross declalred sorry no more cash to pay thee
for the last few months
whist living in about a million quids worth of inherited land for free
Anyway them Formers... started to nana boat inbound... running away from Tito, or even once fine, but turned boozy Lech ...
Thing is - the worst thing for any "human" is to be told one of two things.
1. that they are raised in some 'paradise' like the so druggy mad river-polluting horrid hay-on-Wye faketown, that imports so called culture now and again and all is well.... when very few of the effnix ever read a book...
i.e. for kids especially to be given a false version of their 'environment'
and number twos..(all i CARE about as 30 years ago i saw through UK forever). that one is from some formerly hell hole, and thus should be treated with fake kid-gloves, even if she saw on her telly how badly we treat our kids and SAID SO! and the whole of society theirs and ours, conspires in the biggest con of all that things are far sweeter elsewhere.(here) . where there is a bit more bling ...
(i must find that Guardian review of the novel about Poles on fruit farms twenty ish years ago that made out that all Poles are such sweet innocent sweeties when all you needed to do was watch how they would spit at gypsies begging in the streets of Warsaw 1997 to know it was a tad wishful thinking, and never mind that innate cultural behaviour - said gypsies famously relocating around 20 years ago to Berlin as it was far safer.... but its the way that novel painted them all as such sweeties and finding such a sweet society that treated them with such sweet undertstanding.... i hear a recent debate about is 'woke' the right word to use, when in fact wuss is the correct one long ago i figured )
when the real understanding (always the key to mentul elf and all that) is that getting on that nana boat one should be careful.... alighting upon some far off shore of 'Arrids and all that....
never mind Owen owen...
Is it not possible that below the shiny surface to have got to be this wealthier than we were... behind the two faces, there may be something far far far darker than even Tito on his moodiest day, may indeed
be?
And also far longer ingrained
by sharp edged putty knife sealing the window
(of all actual natural transparency)
in the actual reality
of the 'cultural DNA'?
Bless em... every single deluded one of them....
(my chronicles of chats with Former Sovs for the last 5ish years do actually tell that tale....some are willing to share....
" we would have been better off staying back there..."
especially if they have younger kids)
Indeed... getting Closer To The Heart...of darkness
blessem...
poor lambs....
and its full circle.... the Military Ind Comp....sellin airy-bombs.. to the absurd little militarised comedian
to smash to smithereens all they really ever knew..
"you got better shops than us... well that just wont...do"
An actually useful and accurate usage of the web of lies deceit and terrible content
other than a bit of ye olde music
25th of February 1978. The only performance in that horrid shitty city.... so says possibly non hallucinogenic blissy Ai i MUST get out of my browser it uses up more battery
THE MORAL of the story being that young men with long hair NEED sane elders as guides....
So there we were... a few rows back from the front in The Empire of evil... Liverpool the most fake society that ever existed, merely using their craic to get enough cash to go shopping at the 'Harrods of The North' Owens...as can be seen in the superb historical 'document' the film set in The waterfront of that dump around 1930 the scallies of said Waterfront tenements would do ANYthing to smash the window of Owen Owen and nick the bling..
And run away as soon as they made a pile leaving the worst fake ex wife in history - we had to tollerate in my hidden away NBooneytown, behind, to spend the next 40 years or so boring everyone to death, even Womans Hour with her monetised tales of a few years marriage from teenish, to a world champion child deserter, monetising his fake love via Jude and all..
And nothing changed ...
especially in my mothers family....
Anyway ... young men need to be TOLD.... beware even the hairies, or at least read the SMALL PRINT
even if Atlas Shrugged is a great book you have to read between the lines and think, indeed peer at the very small lacunae, hmmm...is there ANY 'common good' in this splendidly atmospheric rather long small print novel
In that Empire that eve a couple of spotty hairies sat open mouthed " omg ... this has the best energy ever ... and never ever to be equalled....spontaneous orgasmotron time.... "
even if a year earlier
But who would know without adult guidance.... Their little Ayn Rand habit - nobody had ever heard of in saner lands, didnt quite chime with their cassocks and even hairdos....
or words of "community" of "artists and craftsmen" - Hay, Gweek, all of them, just a Johnnny's come very late to the table...
oops... "stuck out here" to quote the actual key to being 'mindful'
knowing being STUCK in the worst place in the world (The Marches - Dooneshire a mere chameleon dressed up in expensive woolly jerkins)
is the key to IT ...
making do with the one place on the planet you know you need to not be stuck there
I keep forgetting to finish off the loose ends which are all in my 'laundromat' queue, still
And as said 'small things' - all there is in life, such little bliss bombs when that rare stress is over.
So why leave your hair all ratty and ragged....
Having succumbed from 2014 to the dull shaven man look they all adopt?
Because..... even if i have the zenmaster existence ever for several decades, the real version which demands loads of walking meditatively, and a nap in the bracken, and knowing that all so called zenmasters are frauds, 'taking part' is the only cure to mentul elf there is... even if merely bridgeing a local child/parent situation that doesnt need to be all rotten planks...
how....ever.... not only does your once best buddy who gave you Mister Bach's one even think of suggesting that...
Indeed nobody does, and even worse a few over the last decade who hint at it, then never follow through.
So be it an entirely warped society that doesn't even know how warped the bridge planks are they're so lost in their hall of wobbly mirrors....
Thing is. bridgeing takes up so much time, never mind getting in enough walking and napping, that a decade back i said to myself i can't even afford the annoying ten minutes with crap quality sheep shearing thingummy, to shave the hair any more..
And let go....
Ahahhh... but the key to life is ALWAYS asking the one least likely to agree with you, the question...
And i have all my parables and fables in a decade of fun chronicle.
Late 2020, so much cycling around that year on old ten quids worth of rotting bicycle - allowed to rot for ten years after the local official 'Green Party' MAYOR AND MAYORESS ... bought two and never used them - leaving them out in the rain to rust and rot after only about 100 km usage - as could be seen from the flat rotten tyres too... and even if we knew them well still charged us 30 quid for their rusty old things..i repaired even if it took many weeks (artistic photoshoot, all.... soon, or one day)
legs and arse in best condition ever... and as always impossible to find any replacement half sane woman in the stix... no Green Party person OR even her of the Ministry of late will ever ever even acknowledge as truth - why the countryside is so rotten... as it takes two to homestead or smallhold..
Anyway ... having had an amusing few months for the first time ever even paying thirty quid for a bit of online " you all say you like nature on Green Singles [ discovered a scam too, especially their profile pics funny how 'conscious' people all use photos from 20 years prior, unconsciously] ... well i live in 1000 acres of fabulous forgotten secret garden overgrown parklands.... so run away from your lockdown or mad masking... and set up your tent here and we can have fun in the sun ... "
So... there is a beast. A true animal. Of course they all have 'Animal' tattooed on the side of their vulgar gauche 20 grand vans even up there in very very pikey town middle of nowhere ... (they did say she was a drug dealer too ..i know nothing as i avoided them all like the plague they are....as well as being number one performative local hair extension dealer ....)
Anyway over some years one couldnt help noting her ... KArdashianing all over the place .. but i had encountered her fruitbat mum and we would chat occasionally...
And eventually put two and two together..
Anyway THE one woman 100% guaranteed to say... "nope matey, dont be ridiculous. you havinn a laff....!!!!! ...come inside....let me sort you out.... girls! we got a right one here to makeover... get the full shearing set out and the disinfection kit i dont want to even touch it until i can be sure there arent any lice... "
is the one you ask...
" .. Nicola... ehhh.... look be serious now.... i just may have a date sometime soon.... small possibility.... this fake Amish babe i kindof like maybe who knows.... anyway just in case.... RIGHT!!! be serious.... obv to use your lingo, i havent touched my ugly balding thatch for some years... neck hair all bonkers too....
i now defer 100% to you
and will follow your guidance no matter how badly you will for certain make me feel
just how awful is it, and what should i do..?"
" ....you know what mate.... i think its great just as it is....."
which has in fact at least three dimensions of parable or wisdom no ridiculous WAatts Tolle or Eisenstein could even imagine...
1. the way to get over yourself is bridge even when you know there is no hope...
two (blogger will fuck around and auto-bullet point if i jot '2') Mister Crosby was BRIDGED for his own good by a REAL 'friend' unlike the default fakes of Swestershire...who called the feds and had him arrested for intl drug peddling as he was about to board a plane ... his own suitcase crammed full of them, and a year or so later he said famously " my pals who dobbed me in getting me a year slammer....saved my life.. as i was as sure as ferrits are ferrits quite rapidly killing myself with them."
3 and never trust a fake hippy
Mister Young who went so wonky in 2020
calling all those who were a tad intelligently sceptical, NAzis
that was the true scaryness of that otherwise glorious year
even if one of the most important artists of a generation
ALWAYS have caution.
No musician i ever knew actually had a mind ever, their art mere intermission
in an otherwise endless swamp of festerism
i would like to be proven wrong
THE POINT....all the hundreds of illusionista/gibbers... the thousands of hours on fake Greens like the whole Green party ;leaving their own NEW RAleigh bicycles to moulder in the Kington rains... never mind rather a lot of bridgeing over 15 years... i no longer had time to cut my hair...
" ohh what a sacrifice!!! poor me"
Until i rando-met Nix... the big sexy beast (prob placcy titstoo), of said tattooed sicktown....
... saying " looks as sexy as you could ever be, to me..."
Now.... having met an extremely rare one who was so wonderfully frank about how she wished never to forget her bouncy strong core that came to fullest sweet flowering in 2020, metoo.... AND she wanted to keep hold of it!! to put it into aspic - the truly excellent buzzing energy of that wonderful year.... i am for the very last time just a bit inspired.
And do not want to be thought butterfly as i know - i didn't know before as it's not the same in more yokel Upland lands, that butterflying from one 'friend' or 'connection' to the other is the Lowland behaviour... me i think it's bad for the 'human', or at best not very useful as longterm fellowship with just a few is the only way one ever gets important things ...DOne...
Anyway pity me for not being of the same species...even if i left the South East forever 32 years ago as i just called it flaky then...
But i have just a little butterflyitis of late due attempting and failing some artful here and hopping over there the more specifically informative space
Anyway all i know is i have about a dozen recent threads which are in my notepads are in my head also as i don't need my notepads, as i don't butterfly, and care...to follow on with points begun.
But such a good boy, I am nearly there...
And then a whole load of stand alone bits of dire-vid that is absurdist commentary on the fact that NO... none... of any online commentariat has ANYthing useful to say
And also all seemingly huffy commentary is the exact opposite - the way to get 'justice' is not to seek it, and find the genuinely long lasting great changes that come about due the dodginess.
(Mars Room so beautifully described how the gaoled people so cruelly treated bode their time and sooner or later some groovy little joy-bomb came along if they found some small little beating of the system.. but we can do SO much better than that.)
THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL NANCY
Meanwhile art, hmmm.... For a decade they have been butterflying in.... (last region)...in fact HAy-on-Wye fifteen...
And 93% are female blessem... but lets just pick out one great example
Financial advisor Nicholas Peter Ford operated a £1.3 million Ponzi scheme between 2009 and 2011, conning 18 victims while maintaining an address in Hay-on-Wye. He claimed to invest client money in low-risk FTSE 100 shares, but instead gambled the funds away. He was jailed for five years and four months
very harsh by the way in England he would have got a year tops... Wales really is in the stone ages... as we knew ages ago.
... so, by 2015ish one could see, and they think they can't be seen... the embezzeleresses...
Always the same modus operant : " hey i am seeking...x ..but x becomes ...'community' ..becomes ' i am looking for investors to join us in this amazing community...shared land workshops etc etc.."
I ran across a supreme example May 2024 .. in her stolen 44 grand van, in my fave spot overlooking thingummy ehhh.. Cape Cornwall.... so quiet for months then she is there one day... " not registered in my name for really intelligent charitable tax reasons..." really she could not be made up no conspiracy theory matched het fabulous acting energy..
i had to put up with for some days...
But the grift was so total (ends up after 3 or 4 days of all the same waffle " a rich man worth at least 200 grand in equity will manifest himself to me here i know he is waiting for me... even if we havent met...he will be our tribal leader and great wise one of us... and buy the land... to gift to our great community"
Anyway having had a WITNESS to another of late - she is so sweet i doubt she knows she's an embezzedraless ...
We... as my equal her of the hard hat....did also have her jaw dropping at the behaviour os said butterflying around looking for loving 'connection'....
I know there's a Turner in hertoo... and a great artist did indeed find her fascinating...in a grotesquely beautiful way....
Obviously annonymised and deidentified... there's no need to get them nicked as it always ends up in tears...hopefully not violence...
But they are so common.... and nobody seems to wish to appreciate the true beauty of this always elegant newish species...
who swarmed all around The MArches after the articles in the posh newspapers
" Hay../...Presteigne../.. Kington (snigger) the new sublime serene getaway places .. blahh blahh.. buy now whilst you still can"
ditto on Swestershire i am quite sure...
scammers can read and do their homework.... but it's as if nobody actually ever thinks they can. I call that scammerist...
Or Priory escapeeist
they are people too and should be 'seen', known, and understood...i mean my one sort of friend of 6 years...i still think she is probably one, and at least she laughs at my jokes about her "money laundering" via her dream cottage... she never says I am not, right.
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