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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to be there back again with every single one of em..
( even if one likes only girly music and one must admit no British folkie ever even got on the same page as the likes of even them MataPedias...
and their perfect " no...i'm the daughter of Kate..."
Or that ole Queen ...
wither her nag's "bit..
of female chauvenism in me "
the english version long ago only wantin to know all their bandmates got a bit o paedo innem....
or the one on the arts show lastereve
on muses... ferk its as if one aint even allowed to THINK
this whole splodge...inspired by her...
"ohh no... vile users ... they, errata we... should have copyright rights...."
when the sexcrim stats are impossible to know
so you end up with Rupert Lowe .
really rather inventin' them...
... and the fact of it
only them modern Yanks coul only ever improve, a bit
on what was once good education
and only they could do better... upgradin via skit....
sadly i doubt even the best of them ... to brief spittle friends..... ruined by them old.. ..."stones" wedged in her head
making art thats dead ...)
Anyway real positive affirmations
even if Dave's Disapointing ... is bizarrely still flyin off the shelves
In other words i do have thousands more potential browsers....
if only, i get organised.... and a sockit ...
The work is now done
To death, and the end paragraph
was life....
or just a few hrs of it:
The whole place faking it loud and gutteral ...." and a kick in the balls....."
And her by the gutter,
bit later...... every single so quiet sweetie moment of her
for herfine youngman mainly raised elsewhere, son .... is a real...... welly in 'em hard
and thus, is the only one whom actually did 'it'
get 'it' back. For sure .... not a fake photon of her ' crip dot' blue light warped energy....
she, not even born that one, fifty years ago, when ANYthing was possible....
and err mum probably winkin
at some poor young lad pantin
( "its IMpossible ...to bear her sweaty flirtin")
on the Steppes.... back home where real babes were
now stepinn here..... and will be out with me
some or other day....soon
but theres no hury or even anticipation
As every smallest as yet undiscovered fundamental particle
of her is resplendent real....article
And thus only, in one, what Eckheart couldnt ever Tole for long enough to fake voyager
al the way to what peace and centredness will always only be
one moment of no pesky Oracle Babe ' frequency'
nor even wanting anything else, other than .... at its only pure enjoyable, secure, humanity
and of course smiles the darkest litup energy of the whole universalist
matter .... at " and you're a splendid young mongrel, master race more numerous
than muvvas " we are just vast ....shutthefuckup... ...we never end....." even moderner human, too..."
" so ...actually...i really just stopped in to add in lesson two ....
" have you seen Rock.......?"
" yea i heard he died...."
"well thats' weirdly well informed.... have you seen it yet Babs.... ??
" well... I don't care what Vladite anti-omo stuff your brain may be filled with and i am the most one hundred percent red blooded womanist ever.... all these English blokes they always all say 'it's only because deep down inside you wanna bit of this, too..'..
"with this weird kind of coercially mind reading tone,...of look
"that i hope i clearly rejoinder, mind-read-fully.... no thank you....
" but i was made to watch him up close and personal maybe the year or so before the movie....
"one of the most wonderful anti-anally uptight yank expositions you could ever imagine, shame it didnt work.....
" he still drives me beserk.....
"ten out of ten for tryin'....
"really.... it's what i doubt any even Glasnost-Ruskie tv ever managed to do
"next.... when you've digested how even the sexually wonky can enforce, their revolutionary purity,
and masculinity,
in something useful, that makes you think..... even still to this day
there's this book just come out or 'twas last year in fact,
i saw it in the shop here and had a fine chat about it
(do have actual photo so my lie of no one elses doesnt actually count as a madman's sin
but libraries are FUll of only din)
can't afford it meself but I'll get it out from some library or other if any have a TRUE cultural catalogue, left
about how a certain summer, fifty years ago....
started with Brotherhood Of Man, number one....
and then when your really rather artless Pussies Riotin'
weren't even a riotous bit of fun in their mummies ones
in about one month, along came a couple, of new artists....one had their first lil' record out, the other she had her first gig
and in fact a young lad, rightly did protect his equal from the 'dirty old sod...'
and to quote a commenter
I missed it but everyone was talking about it at school next day....
"and at least one of em was a true genius so much actual artist that we were far more terrified of her when she first hit the telly, than even him.... "
[He smiles, a very whitey smile even if mong, and about ten percent raggety head...]
" you have no idea how lucky you are.... really..."
" i do.... yes ..."
" no you simply cannot know only three years back in these lands how truly lucky you are.....
" she can sit there smirkin at me pondering when she can insert her fave word, retard, or mention her 'crip spots' .... or shout at me.... ' no you reeetarrrrd you havent REDDDDD Leeermentovvv.. you can't speak his language so you didnt even read some thinned out cats piss soup of him....you havent had a cauldron of him shoved down your gullet from childhood, in so many native words even i still dont know all the flavours and what they mean....
" ....you simply have no idea how lucky you are......
" I took CONTROL of her.....no union moanin' no gulag tribunals as to whether or not the Kommandant made some fair decision as to a year in the hole, or was naughtily coercin' .... I am herr educator.....
" there is no one like herr.....and if you're to stay here, never mind this county that kindof started it, this country....no one else who could conceivably take on the regional camp kapos who will shout at you and dob then you in, for not having exactly the right constituency of shit in your slop bucket....
" so have you been on the walk yet i bet you haven't well if you gonna keep up the smokin' the science says that loads of sunshine and 50km a week amortise it all, as if you never have,....it's pretty clear that in fact the vod gets you far more likely in the end, to hasten it.... . "
" no not yet thats why he's here....we're off up there tomorrow....."
" good i dont need to issue any warnin's about meaning what you say as you're sayin' it in front of your waking companion, thus proving you're not a Brit as there's no way any of em can retain their kids as actual companiontoo....
" you say you're twenty two......
" you too..... so start this evening and watch the Lindsay Anderson...'twas shot in fact in one of them absurdist Ivory Towers....
"and if you look carefully its in fact rather good on bein' feminist...
she gets not only proper billing on his pillion,
even if round ear most of em were born as goddess on high, without ever earnin' it...
by taking pride of place in the front row a bit of artistic gunnin'
em down, who especially are in charge round here....
NO interest to me, ever, theyre so dull they wouldnt even know
so did you start on my list yet....?"
" yes ive bored myself takin up your ....su...gestions.. sirrrr...."
"and did you watch IT yet.... the starting gun.
even if in fey boy Italian...."
" yeeehhhhhhsssss....."
"son..... there's your lesson one
" no Enlish un would ever ever ever do what she's TOLD..... "its statistically impossible.....
"born 'n bred indefatigable.....
" not as she said to me Raputin's 'positive revolution'...
not even feminine mystery
in fact just some weird kind of tragedy....
" and...??? ...yes you....and....??!"
" yes......[said with a thing that wouldn't be understood in this vile religios nutjob a language, of Trevelyan's five hundred dumbed down years of 'baptism of fire' and even landlady .... said with a look of pure dark energy,that knows it is the only one energy that keeps the universe from exploding into some insignificant little one next door, and hiding forever there in entropy - not one stray photon escapes from her whole darkness, the most perfect;y conceived dance step in all of history, that gives nothing more away than one word, affirming.... just yes] "
" god i'm so glad.... look at herr.... who now knows that teacher is right, and unlike any others you can ever meet, just does what she's told.... i hope for your sake you can find some local and bring her to tea...
to meet your impossible, mummy....
.....
" so.... when you MAKE him watch it, too..... first things first .... and i hate all nightlife or ravey dance musac but of course there's the young lass at her canvas thats a groovy take on how none of them can ever let go here...
" but it's the balcony scene ... it doesn't matter that its a bloke slaughterin the rather stuck up woman.... its the after dinner speech... ' all ...not one but ALL of us are so rediculous decadent..
parasitical..... in a way with no precedent..... that film that scene could NEVER be made by any English film director... that's what happened duck, we almost invented that kind of superb modern enlightened..... stuff....
And then the endin.. the meanin' of life all a blahh blahh blahh..... well yes and ok maybe it is but i know what cheif dark energy
tells me
if there is any future, for your lad's lot
just blahh blahh blahh.. every day try to jot
something...... son, she is the only hope
and i hope maybe ina few years....
shetoo will try and be someone who merely contributes
with her words, into the great big daily infotainment fondue
as that's the only hope ...for you
she is the bigjob, gun at the start,
but if she's takin' you into the hills tomor on my three hour mapped out assault course
..well obviously she's the finishing line too:
she knows how really to love you "
Righty ho why is he here? ohh yes....
"and especially this kind of county.....all they do is write endless folk songs about some or other place in 'nature' or some or other mythological place....
" yet...as i spent most the summer up there..... their fat arses show they never actually even waddle up and discover what's actually the new age or all the rage.... repurposing their silly myths for a bit of modern day, far more enjoyavble, fantasy...
" but i tell you.... just go up and get lost - i am fussy about wildernesses but i do like it up in this one...
.... sadly youve missed the perfect summer .... you dont need to take the official routes or even my starter map.... next time just landlope up one or other smaller lanes.... its great lots of places nobody every walks along and motors rare as an authentic folksong....
or singer of it....shame that, its how i first educated myself.... but i can tell you don't need anyone from outside..
she knows what to do..... and i can tell, you don't want to, from your parents, hide"
i think i make very few errors (one video about 2 months ago was taken down by ITS owner not me and its still in my fix-list, i care, see...)
it was in fact this one that needed adjustment therapy (which is a 'thing' even if mine is better and free, and goes all the way, when they go as usual nowhere you need to go)
which wont make complete sense until it is one day unbowdlerised as some things must be, in this most enjoyed iteration. as there really is no knowing what madness the 'AI' sees when it reads most thoughtful and UTTERLY sensitive to all human sensibilities, material, which it put back a 'sensitive' label and i aint got time to go to the Appeal court...yet
after all i do have five thousand nosing in per day average
(undoctored photo later as my wonky old laptop hasnt got the spinach in its data centre to even merely rotate an ordinary jpg without having a jolly good grumble)
not that there's the slightest chance any will ever pay me what's due!
poor lil' K9 Tecjhros badly trained mutt, being fed a data centre for brekky every day... and some big fat owner tellin' it it must dominate as there will only be one who wins Crufts...
and myself even more, as for some months i wake every sunrise or even before and say immediately, do not even THINK of anything new or askance and don't even think about putting pen to paper as NObody ever reads anything any more except comics, or 'reels' and thus couldn't read my wise words even if they said they may...
I mean just take these two, today, 'insights' to use their orrid word usually reserved for their supernatural nonsense,... three really
third item, on poetry
One and two really should have gone into a fluffed out slightly more fancy pants version
and sent off to the comic, or perversion'
called the New Yorker or even Atlantic.
They're worthy.
But no point as, someone injected those 'organs' with scurvy
some years ago.
And the last line: " ehhhh....luv....... NO MAN EVER ... would be allowed to fully and unreservedly incorporate rather a lot of the manifesto of....
into his Booker Nominated literary fiction.... or even cartoon"
But no....it - that lil' incongruity in respect of 'we are all so oppressed, and disadvantaged, always... still' .... cannot go 'in'..... not even to a well educated Amor Towles book reading ... Yank.. Brit, too, in all likelihood, even if she would be rearing up to bite your nose prior to you even jabbing it in her metaphorical bosom...
So how on earth is K9 to actually decide anything for sure as it munches one day a few more bowls of other points of view.... without getting the shits for ever and a day..
and what does 'forever and a day' mean K9? Put that in your pipe and smoke it....
damn i've forgotten a whole punch line in my head since real writerly wakey wakey time...
Anyone with a brain at least a decade ago knew exactly what the machines will do, and can't. Ever. As i said to 'err the redhead.... but have so many times before, even if the problem is that yes you have to have something truly wanted and needed and lived, so 100% successfully, to lose...at which point the only wise thing the should'v been 'beaten'-organically, into silence, long ago, Wendless recently composted, Berry said " what the poet [insert any kind of original thinker, neigh even slightly 'creative'] needs is to suffer the worst most unimaginable razor blade decorated hoof jammed up yer rectum, as near fatally as possible...and survive..... it"
which is true as i couldn't ever 'let go' ever, entirely, of thinking too much about yes even longish texts to write spending half a day on them back in the day when two short paragraphs, was long....
yes...their silly machines, couldn't possibly ever be trained to up their game when some mad disgruntled employee comes along and pisses all over their circuits and they explode ... and thus eventually, being even more sparky, in what they think - ALWAYS up to the line which one never must go over unless one actually wants to be 'committed' and the older i get i do see that the Britolish are addicted to that eventuality, after all it's nowadays so trendy...
Especially if mummy's L'Oreal shares could be exchanged for a few months in The Priory...
But deadly serious, no skittish anything, I know enough about 'computer' function, even if i only ever use them for this unpaid function, which is the joy of the thing...no one owns my circuitry or in fact even invented it.... and 99% is all mine, even when 99% of the time i think " there's NO way and cutesy lil' new ways of putting things CAN EVER COME AGAIN.... especially in the least creative society Ive ever known - any of Swestershire...." (two minor exceptions who should be major but one's simply no idea what the latest ghosting's all about....shame i got her yesters THE best info ever on where to sell and what he gets for his pieces - a true mountain man has no coyness or qualms... merely one hundredpercent unreserveded encouragement, once removed...for her intent)
No way can any 'machine learning' machine fed on the fact that 99% of online is anodyne one dimensional nonsense, especially about where newthink may come from.... ever even get it: wanna write imaginatively or with a bit of life in you like them humans.... get one of them to be human, and really jab something VERY hard where it hurts... then go and lick your joints in the 'desert' for about 40 months.... then keep saying the true reality to yourself for quite a few years, there's no point never mind any way one could ever have energy to attempt to groovily make any point, ...now try thinking you stupid load of electrons owned by some stupidest so called oligarch, ever....
Or, the rather obvious real net effect of the machinery..i mean all you had to do was watch a Grammerly advert a decade back, or have fine fun with it's chief bottle washer about three decades ago....
but that dawn ....
drunk under the arch at one end of their Champs Elysee...
best free parking spot in Gay Paris...
having not passed on ones unknown crabs to her that occasion.... to know how one dimensional it will all only ever become, as they can only think in 'corporate american' unless of course they actually fancy, one...
on ones bedroom floor just as sayin' bye bye as 'friends'... my god talk about the most repressed people in planetary history...
Exactly what they then did with her Gramarly...
i mean even using that name is stupid, as my spelling is generally post tsunami
ok... but i can't recall one m or two..or an e or not
if you want a word shop, pick one like me
'Acedia' bookshop, about the same time i first met ...oops i have never even DREAMED of cheating on a woman committed to....
ahhahhh...no one knew how to spell that one so you always had to give them your lil' card ... clever marketin' technique...
and it got into second place after Aardvaark bookshop on the local guide,...
chavvy spiviness always the same as soon as brochures were invented...
The internet quite obviously after a bout year one, of Yahoo or whatever it had become
One big 99% spun of fantasy, brochure, so as to sell your rubbish, to me
Good thing about propper countrymen, they don't ever pay a penny for anything,
if it can be replaced or held up with a length of bailing string...
Anyway poor C****** (rhymes with a mark one, all they dream of) , not only stayed in touch all those years, a Crimbo card of err and 'ub, on the fancy yacht...
a bit chubby, drat
Imagine the planning committee... " ehh boss.... could you please help us define that fuckhard word 'romantic'.......
is it you and blubber belly sailing the Atlantic...
all look at us were livin' the life, on YOUR words
we monetised?
or that night you mentioned drunk, at the last crimbo party
so drunk you were crosseyed...
and cried into your punch....
reminiscing about that moment when you were
choosing whether or not to remain
and laugh at the further carpet burns, guaranteed on that particular train....
of thought, less, word salad,
sorry if i had the greatest ('foreign' female mind ever invented
i was only enthrall, and committed, to
I couldnt begin do an adequate OED entry
on what on earth it really is - that ferkin 'r' word even via this rather long ballad
that's only about just that
ohh well how said never mind
and if you think their so called 'intelligence' could even summarise lovely C***** and R's, Christmas card
well you are trying too hard
As it is impossible... as any even self-tossin itself off every day for all eternity
so called 'intelligence, will ever be
pastiche, part time, in what takes full time
being there... to even begin to know what most the words actually mean....
and even then...
And anyway as it always has been with e very new age 'conspiracy'....
there's always a solution, as per my own 'common good' ferkin obvious pro humanity
splurge to an EXACT sequence
long known, long under way...
i have absolutely no idea what on earth i will ever say
next.
And that's how you blow the anally hoof retentive stupid lil' pricks
fuse, never mind tell it a bit of truth: Yanks could never even manage an English sentence..
why such a society would until recently, give their worst offendin' people a nine hundred and ninety nine year prison sentence.
It would be so easy to blow the stupid thing's fuse
if it read me rather than micromanaged 'news'
or any other fake conformist so so say-it-to please, views
That's all the internet ever was. A very few rare exceptions
or you could just use your handwriting to truly screw with its head...
as i decided to do long ago before my mobile bed...
and as Wendless couldn't manage,
go through hell 'n back.... indeed one has more reliable scrawl
after backwards through their 'hedge' (especially hers the second of many
and what's very best is to almost never make a penny)
LOTS of scrawl in the can already
soon...later ..god i HATE self censorship but meandering the most uptight place in this universe and the next
And never actually saying ANYTHING at all about them....
one has to be careful of every smallest word or hint
as they've nowt better to do than think only of ....
well that's a good definition of universal-narcissistic-disorder, too
at least he, my fabulous first-of-two, male encounter had exactly the same reaction
" ehh yea rather overused word to say the least.."
And he (3 weeks back) educates their ...excluded... children*
And i think we know....why
* i mean just that line and quickfire dots as pauses.... no AI would ever understand exactly how all the last ten thousand years of so called civilisation, is unsaid in them lil' gaps....
nor how even the stupid Chret's got it into their 'all is cant and vanity'...
Big drop of handwritten stuff...next
oops...nor would it ever get, how when there's the smell of a hunt
and Scarlet's out front
(her equal lasterthurs i spied... and related)
sorry, her band mates,
are gonna be thinking about only one thing
her .... ****
anyway yes if AI can predict what i ponder next it can have my whole million words, free its probably already stolen
I hope it's got a piggie kind of hardon
all srewiffery, designed to get stuck
Doin' a Montaigne, just to self enhance, or next generation.
But that's the point... there has to be one lone loon who knows it never ever can
match the persist-able belief in words, like man...
even one knows long ago...
to be cont
and how does it know those four stars are cunt
when all three are so absolutely in new orbital harmony
And even beat the moanin' creator...
into ... knowing what red hair was actually for
lettin' go ALL the way... the lezzies chasin you round the stagefloor....
and teasin' em...
so as to get the VERY best out of themtoo
all the rest just one dimensional odourless yankee poo
are so obsessed with their labels even though HMG said quite clearly, in hushed tones, some years ago, " we're not paying for them any more.... and if you want them, and the concomitant benefit dosh, you'll have to go to tribunal every other month to keep them..."
That in fact i was told about as if to prove my point, an hour after waffling this nonsense, here today...only as too muzzly to walk on them hills...
(god the way they perform " the moors" - they just must say don't you know, is straight out of St Trinnians i never want to hear that word again...")
A VERY upper middle professional 'therapist' (snigger) at super snigger mindfulness central (Started by the Elmhirsts - Yank cash, likely Dot kicked out of Ynkland as her interpretation of the snake oil nonsense that started all this dodgy Margaret and Katherine Fox stuff far too long ago, was so against even YAnk Free Market Trades Descriptions legislation they exiled her to the naughty step...here) told me just how often she has to go to tribunal to keep her label....
At about 4 or 500 quid an hour, i should imagine if not twice that.... as her so called 'practice' ain't quite making the profit that the Tribunal demands she is in the means test, her against them, for school fees... a poor kid in the 'middle'.
In fact missed bit: yes how on EARTH does one get means tested for a hundred grand worth of your only asset even if its hardly an asset until it just may be sold...
if the actual burglar returns it that is as their cops wouldn't make them...
I mean how on earth do you fill the means testing form in with that lil' complicating fact of life?
Anyway deadly serious audio about why the 'populists' get so much cash from their madmale henchmen theyre going to win..
And who is to blame: THE WORST MOST EFFETE JOURNALISM EVER. And crap publishers who darent ever allow REAL books to be published about how the 'activists' are so stupid even they cannot manage to get 99%of it right in their dumb books blaming the poor "1%" who should be called poor in that all very rich always lose it - their soul, by default... and actually VERY VERY simply pinpoint the most basic economic "101" i believe they call it.... junkie drug habit thats been out of control for decades like those around Pastyshire, and nobody even talks about it... costing you many billions every year that at least may get to rehabs if they admitted they had a problem in the first place..
Audio 101 economics that even stupid Yannis Vroufakis won't bother to tell you as her spends too long shaving off every bit of fluff and remain the Adonis every effete BBC journo fell in luv with...as they're bit like that...as Yannis knew...
(haven't even started on him yet)
i promise original and will save you many many billions if you can somehow even get a proper lefty in, not someone stuck in Andy Pandy's ruffly cuffs...
both made today unplanned but in the head for years...just DO it!
and i even put some ugly hashtags in but why bother all media by such awful media gatekeepers pickled everyone's brains...even all of them beauts..
no hope ever
AUDIO on the biggie - if you tell your counsellor or even MP whats in it, s/he'll be really impressed and take your bribe to maintain your (child's) special needs label, cash top up... until they next fiddle with the rules, or tell a Nigelist and they will send out a hit squad on me as now they can afford even Leon - he generally got the job done... and taught a child how to live propper life, on the job, too.... as it really would shut them up..i know how politics works in the REAL world....
LOTS of missed out far more (she did call me a 'philosopher', wow....even if i called her black jump suit a bit ott for a summer's day... and she does inhabit THE place where all the so called greatest minds of Swestershire gravitate ... cos theyre so thick they cant even figure what madness the t's and c's are....as i sent to a so called famous reporter jock.....)
homespun hillbilly wise and energetic....
But lets get the dour stuff done first
As i have scientifically proven that nobody EVER follows through with one word they ever mutter and my my this has been the year of worthy muttering by many...
As i - the most optimistic fool in the Kingdom, said, there is NO hope; only writing things up for just maybe in a decade there may be someone who is torturing to the End Times [ next post that was part 2] someone by forcing them to drink Farage's no darkies here, pale ale down their neck as they did at Guantanamo.... and maybe they then may get it.... solidarity or just meaningful alliance are words invented many years ago for a reason....
So i give up ever again ever pondering anyone ever following anything through ever..... until that time which theyll make sure you can't read about in your fake 'liberal' Guardian, either...
Right very very per arty stuff only now.... that should have been simply entitled years ago: not one has one bit of manners left any more, ever.
(and i know I'm desirable.. and health and safety neurosis checked, .i know ....when an ageing ex supermodel turned top Toty unheadfuckupist....at the top spot where the right fuckups queue to pay their last shilling to her, such a saviour... ... gives a certain dusky hmm come hither-maybe...look, exiting the children's playground.... she's interviewing ME at, for rather a fun long time.... in front of her eight year old)
with his fake land tune....about wifey "shrews" cos if he had known a REAL one - the one real one left...
shetoo would'v jammed one up into 'is nuts....
and told im," no muckin' out....no more mucky stuff....
over the aga, or in the bracken with my Prospect ultra-showy-bag, on fire.... unless you get back to work now after a bit of pre landman siesta fun
i'll wipe the dribbles with it..... them on youtoo, without even stubbin the embers out on your bare bum"
but my art, well, she had the real version: of not one bit 'o moanin....
or did she? maybe this one here is the real one, i ain't tellin nobody what to think...
but to make the point and make the necessary just a few grand, to get back on any road... and escape.... the best non fungible as the meanies who look at these in their hundreds and don't even buy one meagre sparkly to put on my black coffee...
ohh yes the ONE and only thing you're allowed to grumble about, in Dooneshire, invaded by every retired high court judge who'll judge you as unable to pay the rates.....
" well bugger em..... these incame lot...... they book you to rebuild their gates...
"my best most recent quip, privately..... must'v run out of Prozac, or had to cut back on it
that as up as much as the petrol, too....
no longer even have the manners to reply, sorry.....
we wasted your time, you could'v spent wastin' it on some next gibber-illusionista wanted to use you.... or so they said,
and diarised loyally in my head.....
ferkin incomers .... their hijinks gettin worse, I cannee even afford a loaf of bread they've so gibbered me this one....
".... one a few weeks ago had me down to hers for just a small job and i said 'ok as you fliuttered your eyelashes at me and made my Saturday morning vaguely entertainment coming to quote you.... all of two hours odd jobbery.... just make it a twenty and a cup of coffee and sarnie...'..... she then attacked me by text for about a week saying my standards were unprofessional as i had a bit of rust on my tapemeasure... I'm serious..... as a reason for NOT taking up my professionally courteous offer as obviously her 'boyfriend' mwas made up too or he would have one would have thought got out his saw and hammer.... . funny that as she had had the same holes in her walls three years despite she said being in a public super 'safe space' all scented candles at loads of quids per hour 'healing'.... .... you would have thought she would have 'cared' enough about her patients she may have cared to have measured out the bit 'o wood needed to make it look like it wasn't a building site, years ago.... weird lot.... and she's one of their main 'healer's so her blurb says... "
Anyway...now i know from a great source where the real art cash is....
This is actually a genuine NFT if they are still a thing..... a decade ago 'the next big thing' ....
An idea in a photo you can buy.... they were going for hundreds of grands at some point...
If i die of Mister K's fine sane approach to life: not one of em are worth living for.... time for a diet, of nothing...it would be priceless before you know it.
THis one from thistermorn is actually priceless so you wouldnt be able to afford it. It is indeed in the fine GNr Ditty " what we have here is failure to communicate"
... there being a rteason none of the rivers even small streams will ever be saved, in that those pretendin' ty#o failed to communicate with the lil' exact same group doin' the same in the bit 'o water next door... with a different name, and Messiah....
Anyway a pic of something that reminds me of the last time i ever actually had a real conversation, they continue, as in very early January 2023
" ahh i still cant find any REAL man who can even fix a minor problem on my jaloppy ....[ or even bother to come out to the car park located exactly here not on park4night or it may be thats a fake thing says you cant stay overnight everywhere when you can always stay overnight almost anywhere
Didnt get on my mid Wales list very quiet if one needs somewhere close to just about tolerable pubs with ok sockets and lemonade only about £1.30
as he promised to in a small town small 'community' of Knighton ive been broken down in five months now....
" which was the ultimate silver lining as stuck here i had to talk to a few i never would have normally and two great things: first i realised no point ever again thinking anyone ever will DO anything about the environment, so i am 'schisming' from any doing....just writing about their lack of doing as a Divine Comedy if i can...
"and item two if i had not been stuck here nowhere with nothing...i wouldn't have had time to find and write my first long so enjoyed handwritten letter to you....
"nor the guts to.... make it between the lines so ferkin obvious, i want only one thing.... you at the altar... make a decent woman of the two of us.... and then we can DO stuff for real youtoo talk about... one providing the other
"with cover... making him seem so sweet and nice when underneath he wants all their bumholes sealed forever unless they agree to shit their diabetes medicines and prozac poo and nowadys killerManjaro...into a bucket and keep it for their own toxic veg patch.... as the sweres will NEVER EVER be fixed in this world and the next...
" anyway off to the dentist up the border on monday i hope they havent beeen privatised too, yet... bloody thing is rather throbby...its the last thing i have to do before maybe heading down your way if i can get my tin can fixed that is.... "
a few days later:
" hi... so how was your day at the dentist and landlopeing around that old town of psueds.... ?"
This is known as communication. One makes a point for polite conversation, or useful information. The next chance one has to resume communication, either party may REMEMBER what was the last pong on the ping pong table and toss it back to them...sequentially.
It doesnt have to be in longform or even complex sentences as when i am speaking with my equal: a foreigner, i always go into shorter-sentence mode, as a sign of respect and humanity (amazing how rarely one encounters even that in supposed civilised enlightened circles, who SAY they so love eff-nix.....)
And what is the truly interesting George Borrowvian real Romany ramblin unadventurous, discoveries.... three years too long stuck in this fetid swamp (except best summer almost ever in my hillocks) is how not one can ever manage that any more, down here...
she really was the last one of her kind.... but made so unkindly that
even if there is a double jab in your eye... that Melanie one (takes LOADS public cash, REALLY TONS...helicopter loads - of dying soldiers, her job, on your public cash) the first other one i spoke with... "well when i NEED a dentist yes i know there arent officially any NHS ones left but i awake in the morning - likely lunchtime the amount of makeup she slaps on.... and manifest one.... then i call them up and immediately they are literally waiting for my one call as an appointment has magically just been freed up when they were all booked up for months to come....and they give me a free appointment that very morning..."
"ohh really.... ehh but for those not quite as aware and awake as you... if you all collected together and just lobbied for a once a week vanman and his drill perhaps to come down from Bristol or wherever.... maybe even created a small pay-as-you go fund to get an occasional private one at job-lot rates.. thats what i thought community was for... they do occasionally succeed elsewhere.... then you can all carry on siling your painted on ashram smiles for the rest of life without fear of unconscious besmirchment..... ' she aint conned enuf to get herself up to the town full of the private ones... do a roaring trade fixin smashed up soldiers gobs as sure as ferrits are ferrits.....and on your taxpayer cash, too...."
I did love her look when she saw me six months later at their Hellstoned art gallery after the awful Podger showing ....it was a work of genius perf art sat there using the plug in the cafe...
"cunt's gone and artfully repurposed, disguised .... what i really said to him, me just tryin' to be nice... but i know he knows i i know he meant me.. better smile at him..just slightly ashramly..
.. and he artfully put it in his vile roadtrip poetry we're all reading,
and darent say a thing... .....
just in case....anyone may ever say, he just may have an artful, point [to be cont] "
Ahh i near forgot the REAl artless punchline..i find it extraordinary as i di know a fair few lonely ageing so called 'greens' even recently I'm still attempting to bridge one ....
" saves cash saves EMISSIONS - two per woodburner, saves on your insurance saves your luggage from being carted around with you if you go on a trip, all that older person pee stopping, if you have a trouble 'n strife in tow...."
so I often bridge - "here i know one thats semi sane maybe you should have a supper or a walk.... or maybe a vanshare..or maybe what really keeps you livin longer a cuddle in the bracken after a long walk..."
MANY times i have done such obviously necessary 'community' work especially in far less populated regions such as my last one of 30 years....and at least 37% female roadside rescue " i know a chap.. maybe able to help you keep this old thing on the road..in return for..he needs someone too"
".. THis is how real oldschool community worked, and even bred...
I find it astonishing not one person ever has even suggested " why dont i go and con her into having a coffee at her Black Swan up the road...." or even give err a bloody good talkin' to...
nope.. never... which of course is why the whole 'vibe' everywhere of the Swestershire is 100% fake
They'll only ever do anything if there's money innit....for them
As Monsieur Houellebecq predicted in his finest Atomised
They only reviewed as "a tad Miss Oh Jenny...."
Funny that... how truly inhuman all wussy-woke is as i know for a fact the life expectancy in such desolate places where there is less money so no way anyone will ever DO anything for anyone thats real... like The Marches.... plummeted.
Funny thing...a rather plumetty recession already clicked in Dooneshire way.... as the real down to earthies do say... most of them STILL deny there's even a glitch. your head off if you even relate fact " ive noticed car park attendance way way down from even a year ago..." A fact, they'll end up dyin' of....too.
actual, rather than fakin it, for a mere song: wayfarer, troubadour, ' traveller' gyppo, ehhhh pilgrim- god that one's got trendy... nomad seemingly last years commuter's bumper sticker ..
is a gift requires a better one, in return.
the most precious, the information: " righty ho when you live on that border for decades, twenny twenny it went truly fascist, road blox on the border between my place, safely in England, and illicitgirlsriding, up the road in Wales- categorically effnic cleanin' ladying all the tattier vans out of their would-be-Surrey.... clearly deciding that they wanted only close cropped verges and golfers from then on...
"very nastily.... i couldnt believe the body language if their stormtroopers in blue... really nasty orforitary ... gnashing with that look that says its OUR ' emergency..' you don't belong here ..
" but here are the 'safe spaces ' years n years we est'ndad.... roamed... meandering looking for the truly quiet perches above all their fake culture fake myths fake homely ' community' of no dentists left theyre all too busy in the pubs sharing bigotry butties.... and info about where the one ' darkie' immo is so as to avoid him as ' they started it... they brought the bug in dont you know ....' .. you won't find that in your tourist guides ... me never again ever ... but here's a list of the best atches in that unpricipled lil' shit hole ...
" luv i can beat that..... my nag stuck hers full force up between my cheeks with a hoof that had one of them fancy punk rocker accessoristions the edge decorated with razor blades ...
" righty ho so the you'll have to save it, from that Oracle Babe, and Charlie eisenstein lessons, ... you're just commin to the age of consent, in not being who you were..... prior to this exact 'moment'... eg Mister thief-Kerr, did a version of this later on just a few years ago, aged i guess about fifty two...
"which is perfect...one hundred percent full of every shard of broken razor blade picked out from where it hurts..... all of authentic reality is in every sound of his fingers sliding down the strings between strums of em...
" and the moron took it down..... and even this one, as a younger man is pastyish, triptych with the GOOD performance missing, ...
" nope only the post fifty can begin to get true art into their waffle..... and recycle those razor blades for either good purpose or more of the same old, but less authentic.... shame nobody told the tragic, unders...."
about being able to afford a big jet flight to Africa or some Far Eastern less well equipped airport*, and "fuck this idiot's buy me a coffee...let 'im starve of no sparklies on is moccas..."
The last flight of the tour: " Brucie look.... you see those mountains all around us thems the Pyrenees.... now even smaller hillocks can have very turbulent balls of air rotating fast in the downwind that can rip apart an airliner.... them big jobs up ahead en route back home to Missus Brucie all in panic callin you every 3 mins her limmo is late to pick you up from where a taxi would be far more efficient and you can keep the change....it's kind of hit and miss anyway..maybe ruskie roultette with a10,00o chambers..... add in to that, well ok these thunderstorms are pretty fierce.... and add to that not exactly on the ball Airt Trafic Control.... we now have in front of us a gun with maybe 50 or 100 chambers....
" for all your voodoo sweet singing about Daughters To The Slaughter and all that...and numbers of tyhe beast.... there is no way of knowing....
" we could time travel to the future and see the rather dour Mister Mentour give a longwinded explanation of what can never be predicted.... pure chance
(i like Mentour even if a bit drole but it is extraordinary how many TRULY insane plane crashes there are - if one knows how it all works that, is and the basic rules, really awful levels of pilotage breaking even THE most basic lesson 3 in how-to-fly lessons...from even very long lived pilots...i do hope yours is one of them, so nicer potentially generous people flying other aircraft arent turned into microplastics molecule combinations, instead of you)
" we cannot know if one of them rockstar killing acts of god is in front of us a quarter of a mile after take off.... for ALL YOUR BLOODY PILOT BOOKS they dont tell you that.... as its against health 'n safety... and against a false ethos of all is scientific in the air...
" look we're in the Rolly of rocks star aviatrix beasts..numbered two hundred....... Whitney had a 300 in her movie - even if it might not have been made 30 years ago [from today].... our Kingair 200 is sturdier is the jet powered workhorse bulletproof reliable solid as a rock..... and so we either just head for them hills....or not.... i don't care ...nobody can predict a mind like any of you ridiculous egomaniac lot.... so tell me whether or not you care...
" its like this....your choice.... me, if you say go back home to the YAnk now.... ....me i just light a fag and pour a coffee ... then i just close my eyes and then push the throttled to the wall and put some actually good music on my headphones to drown out the racket of the hailstones.... and go to sleep until we've got above em at three miles up.... i can say no more....
" but you cannot control it....nobody can know if an act of god or your Beast is there and going to microburst on us today..and squash us as if we're a bug turd even a bug brushes off as if it never even shat it out.....even if we were in a Jumbo, almost just as danger of death....
"..... maybe even one in a hundred with this amount of grumblers around.... i would guess best odds a thousand......me i would go but its not me who's payin' the bill..its Up To You.... "
* many still don't have windshear alert radar ...or in a plane with a broken Doppler radar as they're still allowed to fly with it bust ....
PArt 2 next the most rediculous so called rock star in history....
yea...anyone who thinks 'they', especially if a Yank, can stay off the Xanax long enough to draw out a game plan as to how to 'divide' never mind dominate and feed 'em soma all day ate the soma long ago, errata, is by definition prone to fat as they don't actually walk anywhere much... which allows one to 'meditate' upon there being no dividers, just for decades a load of numbties who go around spouting ...
"energy" at every opportunity so as to eventually monetise it...or use it as camouflage for them never actually spending much on chopping their own logs... even cleaning up their tools scattered around their lawns... too busy liking 'green' posts about some 'green' thing in OTHER people's places they don't like
as it's ...they think..... better for you than being a cleanin' lady
( we huddled and compared actual cleanin' lady roles i think she was impressed with my " ehh yea all these organic compost eco glamperies are fake.. my one it was a bucket with a big plastic bag in it, or four of them actually, lined up in a green painted Zac-hub of green looking Zac-bogs...
...very cheap make, of bag, often split, and uncompostable.... and running them down to the 'compost' and bag burning hole, twice a day threading around children's play areas and tent pitchin places.... it would dribble on me.... but after a week of 'woe is me what's it all come to..'.no i found true nobility in tending to their every need... honourably, thoughtfully..... can you beat that luv for true earthiness.... and dedication to ones cleanin' job....despite them...i tell you i was even Iron Maidens private pilot one summer rockstar treatment everywhere ....even if they are fake all stocks 'n shares....and as we were on final approach Bruce would bark over my shoulder ' lads laptops away now and Wall Street Journals hidden from view.......rock star act in precisely three minutes when ee parks up witha screamin halt all part of the act too...' .i seriously wouldn't have swapped my few months cleanin' the shit for even a whole glamerous career of being a French bank robber with the whole country eggin' you on as hero, unlike this sneery one where someone's always got to pipe up on some phone-in ' what about the heroic sewer repair men who've got to face death defying conditions fixing the hole the evil highwaymen made.. made....send em to the gallows!'.... " the bogman beats cleanin' lady, even such a fabulous broomstick mounted one as you ...for tue zen and mindfulness.... sorry Siddhartha was a fake too ... he only did.... nuthin' much... to find enlightenment....you gotta go to the real depraved bumhole of life quite happily as the walking there was the best.... to find it."
Anyway where was I.... all other words but 'energy' that are actually about best unimaginable energy now need to be lined up to describe the unimaginable summer of purest light purest water in this 86% pestilent waters land (official data from a month back)...nearly pure paradise, but one best ever purity:
to be cont
always with exactly the same level of energy, despite every single one of em....
