The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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Now..if i can persuade her via LA Grande Belazza.... which licenses in a good way if you must be one... a wrinkled old catholic, as having at least a bit of life in her..
Never mind the two great anti-catholic LIVE ON life affiormatory books...
The movie: How to a man manage, b manage your ridiculous PRTECIOUS towny incomer Bwana babe who thinks she can outsmart me...
and how to (next film, team work when you are Meatloaf and she is Karla, except far more cleverly-lippy) ...
will beat anything ridiculous Mister Nolan could never dream of, and no awful CGI either..
you couldn't program the ridiculous bots to predict her next crafty move.... nor the pure art in response...
As they are all addicted to Tolleing so much of life you literally have no idea what iron in the fires at hades can have the smallest chance of making an impression in even a pert offered Bottie...
one must be prepared for anything
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" even if it took a decade i guess of gradually seeing through her expensive Biba veil of fake tears....
" i need a strong muvva ... to learn me, mentor, impress, and i found early on THE Queen of them all....
" she would sort out your vile toxic mercury mouth, babe...... only she could...
" but the secret real weapon was always the one i truly learned from..... and unlike you lot resting on your laurells....she also stuck her finger up to the whole male patriarchy and got Ollywood reformed..or a bit of it... by long hard work .... all the way babe til the wheels fall off 'n burn...
"with no seatbelts....
(" your cohort .....sorry you don't even know what a real woman is i bet you alone bought half Brotherhood of MAn's 76 offering.....
" as you had to meet the third horsewoman of the Apocolypse age 16 ish and....
to be cont
but at last its come how do i deploy HER father...against her... it was him surely....who did the Biggest line ever in real culture before the self pitying confected victimhood people pleasers took over
So it began in pure joy... one 5am one ear open listening to the world service on the wireless on Long Wave no FM then
" Johnson Johnson have indeed been stuffing the cracks of your poor innocent girlchild's with asbestos filaments value added to the talc.." God several decades ago it was obvious you can't trust ANY producer of product so dont use ANY of it.... sadly there isn't a translation into Polish of that sentence..
and at last even if 'twas rit in the great book 'Enry Hobhouse and his Seeds of Change a LONG time ago, at last the other obvious one for fifty years
" the new research comparing those raised with sugar rationing after WW2 and then those raised from the mid 50s ...to .... now, really really does point to the fact that sugar really really does not only turn you all fizzy [a mood altering drug almost as upsy downsy as booze in some ways] but really really does actually rot your thoughtless brain for sure ... and gives you Altzers dimension and all that stuff which almost certainly all my so called readers have in spades as they dont know whats worth paying for any more..
or care about their kids.
As only lampooning the fakes ever slightly worked.... and even she admits I'm quite good at it..
even if i don't WANT to be
It's merely a trenching exercise (the hardest of all gardening jobs filling a trench with pure lovely 100% organic pony muck - "duck look thats personal service ....you even know the names of who's shit is in your bed working the magyc whist you sleep.." dig trench, 10 cm muck, dig next trench covering first with mean soil, ..repeat.. sleep )
wasting my time, as there are actually no Land Girls left even in The MArches..ok there were half a dozen there spied over the years but as one cannot say to ANY incame plastic flowergirl, " ehh... rural hinterlands even if the Swest aint one... RESOURCES.... competition for scant resources... signal, parking places outside you horseboat or cottage... affordable rents...tolerable bossladies, and last of all how to make it all actually sustainable... tail! .. fanny... muff... or Lúcia worthy of Love Actually.... four miserable old alcoholics for every babe left in The Marches - the reality of the stony ground even meaner soil than here...i had to plough for 25 years...their fake landbabes all run away to be nearer Harvey's Knicks as soon as well... their 'dream' home doesnt quite live up to the dreamcatcher version and it goes mouldy...
... for thirty years ..your Guardian never did a REAL article on the REAL problem...
I hope all my fake readers with fake time to unread my wise words ate a LOT of sugar over the last few decades and even if they have purged themselves and gone vegan now, you're fucked..
brain rot guaranteed...
Just wait until the poor immigrant workers figure out for sure where the holes are in your old folks home... and are so bored they use you for ...entertainment
" oi...duck... 'time and motion'!.... every single one of my dancin' steps is preplanned in my jolly fine consciousness, both sub and the one that's in charge of you with the greatest 'people skills' ever... whilst you are waffling on about how YOU think it should be done ...TIME and Motion.... all of the body sway must be utilised.... so as to get you best bang for your gold dug bucks.... i sway that way with the spade and i know that the recoil energy of the gun i wish to take to your head if you don't shut up...will abundantly sway me towards that bag there and i grab a handful....
" look even here you spraying me down im making sure i am standing on our gorgeous newly made bed....so that every spatter is used for mefirst and then to dribble off me
and with my finely balanced sweat and your stolen water
plenish your bone dry
Skeleton Coast
overdone toast...
mean soiled
glass despoiled... Wasteland of a bed...
"TIME AND MOTION...
" that's why the fake land girls coming in run away crying
" you mention nicely REAL old landpeople practices and nohhhh...
" too mechanistic or non VUdu raind dance
"or not meditatively humming to the tune of the bees just
you and me babe
are here saving with REAL work....
but say 'time and motion' to them and that sorts out the wheat from the chaff
or indeed still in recovery, chav...
LAndwork without noisy machines and strimmers
requires an internal choreography system
that even the finest Scarlet dancin to her best ever fiddle
crossed with the crossest Tango diva ever to have existed
would if they see it in propper action
you and me babe...
they would resign and go and get a proper job cleaning the bogs for the toursists...
" and then the real reason the bees are so globally warmed up they die en route to the next garden once theyve eaten all yours, ours... finest nectars and even your poncey Royal Jelly i bet they canibalise theyre so peckish...
there is the say what you mean and mean what you say....
heres is the best example ever...as to why about 20 tons of raw materials wasnt repurposed...
into the sanctuary set up by yet another precious fake
who below her act wasn't even slightly 'precious' as all the rest act
so as to skive..
from the LAnd dance...
an only hard nosed one who i saw was also slagging off her ex on her FAkebook
nastily - really nasty if the kids look! like permanent headfuck nasty
the 'he has behaviouralistic syndromes that are innate' version whilst pretending she cares about every butterfly and bee
and also being a professor of themtoo...
And getting a LOT of public 'love'..."
god you can't people please some folk some anonymous bot goes and bungs in a twenty and thus gets (un advertised) fringe benefits of an early peek at one one may need protection to post...
i just know i was reading it that summer.... in that wildflower meadow, in real bigjob 'drought' of 100 glorious days where the fields cracked of parchmentiness.... unlike this minow of a warm spell...
All summer curled up in the flowers meadow...next to her porch.... edging day by day as she well knew a real country girl needing to cool off on her front lawn notices how her neighbour is edging his way itzy witzy bitzy nearer and nearer... besrk in the long real hot days... and beserker at the one source of plenishy dampness day by day getting damper...
And then of course (well at least she did what she was told...) ....ahh bummer i was out by a year.... when a woman showed up a wordy wordsman with her perfect weapon ....which i know full well has never been beat except when she had the lezzies circlin' on The TAngled stage... a bit of REAL sexual frisson....
" ahahh fayre maiden.... look not only was it twice as long..... no panting or moaning just get on with it... the fields began to be cracketh and waketh .... Apocalyptically
Not from the heat but what a certain Johnny and Siouxsi were cooking up in their boring bedrooms that best ever summer......
For that weirdest ever REAL autumn...
caused a storm, that was indeed a real revolution...
And then to cap it all ...Reggie is on out of nowehere, even more subversive than them Pistol packin 'anti-christs' ... i mean can you imagine what disorders may have been created in the fertile mind of a just teen.... in one year you go from number one 'save your kisses for me...' through that besrker of a full real summer.... to ... four chords .... ' right....now [ Mister Tolle a real 'now' causing true change and even fullker equality than some Eckheartless neurotic control freak bullshit only used to oppress and control..... could cause in a million bad DeBotty books.....] ..I am an antichrist... i mean can you imagine !!! .... and then to cap it all over Christmas we had ... she had us on the edge of our seats every week ... will the boy get ?!? heart in mouth stuff and loads of liaisons in the bracken too...... will he get THE girl... the most romantic and rather good BBC adaptation, in history.... Lorna.... you havent lived unless you can remember every second if a REAL year... but i now know what saudade really is...."
Right that was mere practice and it must have been on a shamaniac course and got a bit of second sight, the real version with what i had in mind ....
Nobody makes me look like a fool..permanently, nor mistakes my true honourable love of a finest one for 'community guideline' abuse we will leave being in the abuseratti to Zac and his Zacharite tribe of mad abuseratti children escaped from Lord of The Flies..
wait til IT sees her for real.... the real her.... in the flesh...
Next...
Lets hope HAl9000's ridiculous little community guideline fuse blows permanently as it wont even be able to figure one of her at least 3 dimensions... which only i have Mastered...
as she well knows...
oops and we have a cameo / assistant at last - she better not edit MY dialogues... no bugger fiddles with my words, ever..
lots more to come here big chunks missed out even if it is for 'nothing'... none of the penniless nanobots meandering here would even second guess five minutes of my last few weeks ....
they must have been eating HIS (last post) tiramisu
yes very vvery 'sensitive' but not for any reason that HAl9000 may even begin to understand
YOU judge if there are nasty words in it... i know whats fact and whats fiction (survey Pornhusband and you will indeed find almost all Itailian sexual activity contains a big one up the bum section)
( but you can't tell them ' i would Eckheart Toil away on your bed even for free..... and do you more good than his toxic sludge if a selfie helping unbook....' .. just for the "human" ...talk.....
......never mind the neighbours got a show that at last surpassed the grand finale of the previously unsurpassable big boy and his babe...
.........which will be turned into an opera at some point.... especially as a rather good real artist witnessed a short extract of our performance art... . )
damn again i have to log in to my now almost dying original email account to find his website which is defunct but his wordpress i passed onto his successor ... thats still alive ...
" i can intuit by relating to you rather frankly that theres a bit in you that still needs the right fertiliser to flower .... let me make you connect with the finest artist mind the one whom embodies it... knows that yes its about sticking your finger up with a CLEAN fingernail his are lovely for his age he showed me here six months ago.... and we discussed in his native tongue.."
The phrase "all is nothing" translates to «Τα πάντα είναι τίποτα» in modern Greek or «Πάντα ἐστὶν οὐδέν» in ancient Greek.
"all in the mind" they can say all they want but you have to know the rare ones who ...aren't, Dimitri one, the truly great artist even if he never sold anything being not en-clique...
And we riffed upon the meaning of that so deep three worder...
In fact almost come true, in a you can or find it 'all' and yet as long as you know it's nothing, too....
except that's not quite the right version....to be cont
Anyway back to the now....
" luv.... oops duck.... in harder times one has to ponder REAL 'mutual benefit' now you want your beds tended for free forever into your older age....
"....me i'm only interested in an abundance of positive SOLUTIONS...
"if the lesbians can get married even if in lovetoo for a passport back to sanity....
"if... well loads of Trans..vallers I'm suretoo did so...
"all i do is try and write about the positive ones....
"even when i am over the edge into god knows what...
" and they think they became my enemy ..nope... they still get a 4.99 rating....
" .... so up here in Goldmine Heights
Air B n B a gold spade a night...
if you could lure her.... to collaborate on SOMEthing..... save the bees... save the weeds even as we are.... i just love your (insert photo later XXXX ) obsession.....
proved that she's the only one with a heart rather than a bimbo shaped hole in her botty or soul.......
" get her..... the only Mary Moviestar i have found half fanciable for decades, especially over and above the silent one, who i wrote to a year back seeing her gorgeous silvering hair in Chuck...suggesting she my maybe excelent icon for sexy hairdyefree women in their fabulous age. [ dyer know what i never really noticed you as a teenager ... run of the mill fake YAnk... but when i saw you danin' the chung with that simply gorgeous silver mane i actually thought drat why hadnt i done what all brothers maybe need to be at some time...rivals.... for your attention...
"... The Rat's ex wife i believe - i so ignored her at the time i can't remember if they did get married and she ran off the week later into some other bed after five years in his....or didnt quite make it to the planned altar - so he might have had less paperwork to do....
"anyway i even wrote to her agent ref a better film about the reality of child wars and NAzi lanyardists as a ploy to attempt to obtain her passport....
"get her around for tiramisu.....yes we know Julia in Pretty Babe really is the bees knees, that moral tale all the Poles thought was a documentary ... open legs get free storecard.. blessem ....anyway there's only one cinematic one for me ever.....lure her here...as mutual benefit REAL rural honour code, find out what your houseboy REALLY needs...and you could get filmstarlet rates for her bed too..... so as to keep his adoration and muscle .... and it may just be, my little Serbian addiction may be indeed curable... "
an errata as unlike anyone else even in The Greens such as childman ZAc...
Whom, if he has a brain, having on his day one in his new shiny job, being asked within 3 minutes of his heroic election " so Zaccy old boyman...what do you think about the nasty words of Mister Lineham about a 'kick in the balls' for the slightly confused who may have wandered in to the girls by mistake even if they were in France just over LA Manche nobody would actually care a bat of a flies eye...? [ i not only do not condone all calls to even kickinging ZAc in the balls so he may fuck off and balls up the environment somewhere safe, space, like in ferkin space.. as all violence as we knew when April Ashley would go shoppin with izz or err handbag in Hay Spar...nobody actually cared, ever or said lets go duff up the old bag after a pint or ten....in fact nobody even talked about her-him ... let it be... and all that ] "
Zac "lock him up!"
Well perraps his words should come back to haunt him on the .....guillotine... what a gorgeous word
errata that implies he actually has a head or brain to remove nice and surgically and safely
Anyway errata a couple of years ago i probably seemed as mad as a headless Green, by ranting on about London-on-Sea being a lovely safe space, all the Oasis old farts trundling up to London to see em....
But caring about scientific accuracy i couldv kicked myself in them balls as i had nastily assumed the worst fakes in the world ever even as fake as Lennon and his using his lad for cheap clicks...
As i thought they were a Londin...din
I had no idea that the worst fakes in the world, just stealing the equally fake vibe of the twincity along their vile swampy canal system...
of toxic sludge
in fact i bet it was Manchester, post Joytimes ... that blackmailed Leggo to be inclusive and stick some 'toxic powder' in their cannon so the Manchester boys will feel included..
no idea they were from .....Manchester. As come the champagne supernova times the worst writing in history i switched off all musical wireless for ever almost
And as for that 'toxic powder' the children of Britolin are fed in their toysets..
well it's quite clear that the alleged co-"devils-spawn" had guzzled rather a lot of it at birth likely dosed with it by a brace of architects as alleged parents.... poor thing
wasting my spring,
it still in his churned up little system
In fact thats a point, unless she was as truly fake as mine, his mum living with one and allegedly having it off with another, that means at least being the full spawn of the devil either way is at least accurate...
" i hate Italy, especially my cunt evil brother in lore and his vile little Eppy ajacent empire of fake pasta, as does YAz-Mong and she's bred a half breed one of em.....
" as she said to me and she's was a recent MFA when i asked her four years ago where she thought i should start going to look at the so called art dodging all those anally addicted little boys on their Vespas...."
" don't bother they just copied it all from the Greeks..."
"duck..lucky escape for you.....i watched it last night and if you like the Andrew Tate look you'll be intrigued and a bit titillated, otherwise ..i mean ...i got to about half an hour in thinking this is DELIBERATELY a load of wank by design as theyre going to spin it around into adequate nuance feeling and art as a clever filmic device....but half an hour later nope i cant bear it any more....
" as Yaz-Mong agrees, cunt sexist anally addicted Itis, its impossible for them to have a woman in the leading role...leading.....indeed actually doing much at all, just getting done to... just like a creepy little ex drug dealer comes and thinks he can lead my daughter into his vile little material biggimite non world.... in his vile empire of a pathetic little showoff oil.... we all know what he needed his Olivo for....
"luv.... stop it you know exactly what you are, and are worthier than 'Elen that fake one of so called Troy.....errself, of looking in the mirror every morn at dawn.... and you will remember what it's called ... and if he had had you instead of the folic-ally, challenged Jep in the leading role...
" luv... all them horsemen trojanin' along are fake compared to
" i mean... here of all places, surrounded by.... well we know..... never mind our concurrence that the great Cuurtezeeahh ok you can say it like a native and were there as they were doing rubber necklaces but yes it ended well, even Northern Ireland can't truthfully reconcile ferk what a bore.... deserved both his Nobels... even if ive read him ALL unlike you you fake....
" i promise you...... look even my union laughed when i called them and told me the way you tease and torture me and temptress me with your bleedin fancy.... yea of course no ordinary cake here...its got to have truffles innit bloody ell what were we talkin about before nouveau rich bougie bougie you take the biccie....
" well it says you can't overdose on it.... so lets turn this meanest soil i have ever known in my whole life... like as mean as a childless Italian who at their wedding can't even give his other half the recognition of calling it 'ours'... nope his: ' mine ' the little olive oil spattered scumhole beamed it still traumatises me to recall... i should have keyed all he in fact actually was his stupid little beetle which was in at least every other sentence...
" but you and me luv...."
"babe...please address me as whom i am ..."
" we....are going to turn this vile mean South Western soil ....in fact even calling it soil is against the FAirtrade descriptive acts of a whole peninsula of conjobs....
" we... you and me babe..... ive never found the perfect day ever in my whole fake infested life.... never just one babe an equal with cheeky Northernish banter....ALL the way.... which is what a working man needs to tollerate the endless fake 'thank yous' of his vicious sharp elbowed slave Misterresses.... not one word believed so shut up..... only banter babe.... and ruder! sharper...all the way ..babe...
A babe... who not only digs to the depths of their fake soil....all the way and calls her ferkin GOLD spade... and Japanese too... yea Argos aint good nuf for the likes of you.....
" yea i told the union man......
" and promises of fruit tea at least an hour ago... as some way of pretending to care and get me to earn that too....your fake care
" well fuck you despite your unlawful Harissin' and coercin me into everything thats unhealthy and unsafe: us puttin the world to rites...all the way, all and sundry, even here...
" not only have wetoo made this mean vile fake soil... a gorgeous new real mansized tiramisu....
" and as it says ....you can't overdose on the treatment required....
"but also you know what a few days ago i was wandering your so called lovely little perfect Hobbit road and along comes fayre maiden well ok a bit of a middle aged thing actually smoking pot at tea time but i was a tad bereft of anyone to talk to so made the mistake of beginning a chat and despite her flowery countenance dyou know what the third sentence that came out of her gob waw...even here way away from anywhere she staying up the road.... Tommy Robinson, i kid you not .. there is only thus even if this racist little ignoramus was once ... well he once had a mind there is ONLY entertainment on the job..i do the job.... and banter you to banter back so MY job is just about tolerable
... " you entertain me....you don't nag you don't lie that the job continues then you have some made up stroke if youve spent all your dosh on terrible movies and just text like the religious biogot did that its ended despite her the week before promising it was ongoing...
" you are here unless you can muck the fuck in....to entertain me...and thus i work faster
" these silly Southerners no idea thats how you get your man to be your man and best bang for bucks..no they scheme and circle and await some imaginary slight before it happened...
"that rediculous very sad old thing up in the hills despite being told 100 times i raised MYSELF on farms and smallholdings every time an hour before job fisish time she would come and show her sad little small lonely mind qwith 'you WILL put the tools way...' despite the first job i always do at some new mad persons madhouse is check and tidy and sharpen and OIL the tools she too stupid to have bothered oiling so her sawblade was rusty...and i made SURE she saw...I'M in charge now you lost tragic fat lying ex towny....
"that's why you hired me... so yes you are ONLY my entertainment unless you prove some minor use
"which all country lasses knew in once sane and civilised times
"times before even some sad popstar has to get political on the side of the bovva boys...
"..anyway i need something more interesting to speak with you about than im indoors job fascinating but yes ok .... ehh... ive read Doris and Pru too.... so yes i also want to TEACH you....
"unless you watch it tonight, you can afford ten nextflix accounts running i parallel. i aint coming back for part two.... its about you....
yes thats how you remember the name of it.... if you had been his first, instead - an actual REAL one all the way, rather than the little Italian fake mermaid who clearly traumatised him all the rest of his life and anyway she had probably been gang roped in by all the little mummys boys the other so called mermen...
" you better had duck i mean it....
" when you do then i can address you fully in the knowledge we have shared lexicon ...and you know exactly what i mean
"...If he had had you first.... he wouldnt be calling life just a 'blahh blahh blahh...' .... he would have known that there was indeed a real Queen worth searching for.....and actually having a bounce in his step rather than only dilettante knowing enuii...
".me all i ever wanted was a day digging the muck in, with one who didnt moan, about anything, and fighting me only....to get better spade's-a-spade banter in...all day .....and i never thought it was possible, no i know it was impossible...until..i met herrrrr....eeup with my tea or i down tools its an hour now since you said you would...words are so cheap.... actions only impress...
" and careful...i may not need you any more. and not come back... i mean it"
no not 'memory muscle' their recent trendy discovery. Just remembering.
(now that really is the ultimate cliche... a green one of them, Sprites.. tootling along the windy byway her in a bobhat...)
Tucking onesself into bed for the Sunday movie (smashystream i believe the latest piratejob holding up fine) , god what Utter rubbish it is.... i simply cannot beleive just how one dimensional and all the blokes look like that one one cannot avoid, Mister Tate...
Bullnecks and silly performative beards..
And its got if i recall an Imdb 8.7 or something like that....
Flip what's it come to.... would they even get a real one - cyclopses, herds of sheep... sirens... (they're given as good as they get)...ehh.... suitors..? probably not if thats what the so called king of Hollywood thinks is a true 'epic'
All i know is had my gobby Northerner not been at home thistermorn, and SO SO looking forward to her mucky day with me.... i wouldn't be here... so as to battle on even another day. And get to posts in drafts half made over the last week.
Righty ho so what are the most beautiful words to hear " i didnt see you there, mate.." Satermorn
Meaning my stealth op is perfect especially there.
now this is getting a bit junky problematical as i know he was one them meandering the street of Kington Cyclops town a decade ago but i did think he had passed on into my notepad THE meaning of life but his little version was only three words...
The phrase "all is nothing" translates to «Τα πάντα είναι τίποτα» in modern Greek or «Πάντα ἐστὶν οὐδέν»
the magnificent Dimitri - late of Corfu until he washed up on these pestilent shores a few dacdes ago and " ohh my the art ..is just so 'safe'..." one didnt need a translator to see his face transmoggying into a look of disgust..
and he is an arts 'mentor' a fine man of eighty still looks 60 as ...he got THE fight in him
To be cont
Except the allynowt journeying... i guess is over. But i do have until the 1st of August before it gets truly serious...
A day i always hated more than any other in previous regions where the 'visitor economy' hadnt become absolutely everything, as it heralded the beginning of the truly awful month...
But two years ago iot was the very opposite, the beginning of a great fun new month...
Anyway nothing to do with me ... they blow through pretending otherwise... have to come back to be relevant; and i guess could never take it in that my ONLY interest is not to whine about the incame, who stayed, but to decribe just how truly fragile the fringe hinterlands always were (being the majority of the 'environment' in that small scale farming or homesteading really is the best bang for eco buck... on no bucks.
And the only way it could be just about sustainable, is that the rural person knew that ones word had to be one's bond..
'rural honour' even if one couldn't use highfalutin words like 'honour' near cowboys of sheepbabes the real thing...
They would just stare at you as if you belonged in one of them 75 k SUVs or even XJS's that makes them sour inside them up all night reboring the engine of their tractor just to make it live to fight another day...
and maybe get the hay in...
iT..not being the 'economic' in any other way than the only sustainable economic unit of the land - the real version rather than the Mrs stepford comes to truman towers version, was always mucking in together... and keeping to your word.
(ohh my why does one have to fight so even saying a week ago to the academic and friend of the 'Minister' of the land...
" it is only sustainable over medium term in regions where the babes cant easily commute to the nail bar every day..if two are together at least tangoing in relative peace most of the time..." and despite the official data being 3.6% ... and as previously ascertained to be nice to the fine genuinely respected Mister TAtchel, lets round it up to 5%...
which doesnt even allow for example Mister Bowie who well arguably 'changed his mind' and bred ... after so kindly marrying for a passport too...
but why any time one mentions 'partnership' never mind marriage is there such an auto-kerfuffle, like instantaneously, about the really rather minority in the countryside who love a bit of muck elsewhere than on their wellies... it's not only exhausting its so so boring... as if one has immediately insulted all the minority by not saying " the environment and land was always more sustainably managed and made to work on average in a way that's better for nature if its a couple doing it in tandem [real life examples given, interesting real ones] and that of course includes pixies in a same pixie relationship, never mind their furbie fans whatever one of them is... et cet er ahh...." i just hate being alive in this ridiculous country, always... even if i awake every day always with a glint in my eye no matter what
But yes...a decade long quest for just a FEW saner good minds, you pinpoint them occasionally, And of course its always ruined by taking up all the energy one needs to merely lobby for the majority who may just have managed to remain sustainable had theytoo not... with their auto-thing which i filed up in the hills a few weeks ago and havent even had the e4nergy to check if its in here or was it another snapshot...
i know one fine one who doesn't do it though.. that immediate almost up on her hind legs to headbut you the minute you have actually began to express any sane balanced opinion...
anyway where was i ..ohh yes, a real ongoing dry spell for 10 weeks more really means almost all outdoors work suspended or cancelled...
which really does throw into relief the way tyhe Lowlanders wasted my time i didn't have to waste as country men or women know that you have to make hay whilst the sun shines, in MArch...and April...
but diverting my haymaking tackle to others now reaps only a firesale ..
time... time given then, when in fact i should have been spending time filling up the reservoir just in case but of course not only can the Lowlander not think of the no psycho version, they can't think that the otherlander may be giving away his one and only chance of the year to make enough to keep going the rest of the year...
i know what that is, NPD... even if just ignorance not worthy of a label..
(other than as a shortcut word, acronym, for the true end of the road, BPD)
oops i wanted to put his wonderful word about her, 'turbulent' in the title, ohh well as usual ultra multi tasking just to persist into the day, on fresh air... hopefully muck heap fumes soon as long as my saviour the older NORTHERN woman is ready for action...
oops the 'l' is cut off i'm not scared of adders i snooze in the bracken often at afterlunchtime especially a lovely day like yesters..
not 'turbulent. years of youthful plodding up a hill pushing your bike it being too steep to peddle..
I know cycling psychogeorgraphically made my inner persona...
but can she a Lowlander understand ? time may tell...
which is merely due to a wonderful new reader - well i think she can, who wants to know "wtf are you..?" as she is a rather good unusually alive artist. And agrees that some joint effort on certain things connected to her next generation twenty something, also, is needed... they have no REAL guides or saneish old farts to show them How to Live...
all i really know from a life of observationalism of all their fancy 'modalities' is that lots of long walks up the hills of N Wales pushing your (hardly any gears) bike, no cycle helmet either, back up to get home or elsewhere far more fun, i think is a splendid vaccination against going psycho..no matter what Lowlander nonsense is so thrown up in your way...it's all utterly behind one back, down the hill, Utterly irrelevant, to the 'now' ... and one has to save every bit of puff to make it where you need to be: back up above them, in safety...
....and hilltop serenity.
there is a lot more END OF THE ROAD..materielle, in my drafts still to maybe finish and get up here ....soon
Now all we need is a tad of the rains, which won't come ..
Them BBC weather still in paranoid android mode... demanding you need your wellies a few hours thistermorn, just in case
(and the ONE GREAT journalist man dead ...ferk at sixty eight... my Sundays are over...and he never even moaned "this may be my last episode" i feel cheated... i was entitled to know!)
Now... there really is only one tune....
times two
... " a mile up from your den of take every quid or grand...but as we know you can't parody, them, there... it would be fatal.....two...."
the most obviously dangerous ever hilltop interaction.
" right you two.....
" when one of your 'kind' was given the diversity hire bigjob on merit.... i took Estelle to London town and we saw on the metro... do you call it..ehh i forget i only speak with bloody foreigners and i do take care to speak in their tongue as thats respect i never hear anyone else even attempt in this BPD narcco paradise of hell .... ohh yes subway...
" i wish i had taken a picture actually i think i did.... every single Evening standard out being browsed, and every single one a black face on the front smiling out down that carriageway...... ... even if he turned out to be a bit..."
" yes we know a remilitarising conman.....let her side down ..."
" anyway...forget that.. how is it that you knew that Finland... ohh yes dont forget Chileehhh..... ' no more ferkin pesky democracy on merit lets get it, great reset, over and done with.' ... babes in top jobs equally and THEN lets figure out who has the sexiest hardo and thus gets it on 'merit'...
" i mean if it were me maybe, you see she changed her MIND...no English can ever do that, seems impossible interbred from the times oif us runnin' the slave trade i guess.... and i duno about Former sovs if they jhave a change-ones-mind soul.... probab;ly fatally infected, too....
" me.... Tulsi... she recently resigned, i guess due your big beast goin' a bit more pogun than he had suggested he may....
" me i would vote for her regardless of label.... as you say, theres nuthin between them i mean how did you know we're all three just oldschool classic liberals and yoos still in school...so Tulsi in my opinion but maybe there are others... ....why you need to start up the babes [on sexstrike] tea party.... and no mad Sarahs who begat the big beastie boyman infact thats an insult to men.....
"that fabulous steak of grey says to me she really does know how to live in her older skin...and courts incongruity the only actual sexy thing there is if its done with sincerity...
". and i am even more of a pacifist than Captain Fantastic as ive lived and loved in warzones, inadvertently....and sat in a front room in late '92 with a lovely young Serbo Croat VAnja we had given refugee digs too and her mum and dad were on each different side of that madness by so called birth, and they lived on the actual demarcation line between mum's in laws, wanted to eat dad's....
" but if a babe can change her mind as she seemed to .....and spout peaceful means....
.....
.... .."
" well we will look into her and picket herfirst...... "
"but theres just one thing..... i wonder if you know..... your people..... in my wanderings and various landlopings the world even if the best are up into hell and here you are, the only hope there ever can be ....
" if you want to know the difference between your gaf and all the rest....
"even the so called hippies gotta have the biggest fat noisy motorbike..or biggest noisy hippy waggon... even CAptain F gotta have his big showoff bus...
" nobody in your whole pestilent big country ever can even imagine... that less is more....."
some wordless true words of nodded yesir! ...dont need explaining
" but i know if there were more of yooz, sat in the potholed and crumblin' track up here...as if back home in Virginia in the interbred loony parts no one dares explore ....well there may just be hope.... "
"we couldnt in backhome in fact they dont have them, its all fancy and fenced off ...we love this old steepsloped.... weedy byway to nowhere we could sit here all day just...
being.. but we are interested in politics... and yes we had heard of Marie Black.... so yes what are we waiting for..!"
or maybe two. Even if the same dull theme rolled into ten years, no change.. iondeed thirty
.........Uses ex corde vita as its official motto to represent an educational philosophy focused on individual freedom, emotional growth, and inner passion over rigid competition
Now i can die... as i know there is hope, and none..
As the Greeks knew with that one sentence of three words, a long time ago.
