TO DO...

 Now we know just how moaney he is.....

So, even if everything espesh when one is METH odical....

 takes three times longer than the plan

 A, B, or by their sea

ten times longer as it corrodes their brains

into a compressor stall

Hidden.

at last....

As i showed one example of  ' IT  ' 

the other day.

We are off..... but talk about timely. I had no idea just how moaney bimbo their best  selling writer was ..

And how useless his ferapy: 

If you start heavy boozing again when with young child regardless of  the 2020 hysteria,  gorgeous slowdown...

You sure ain't fixed 

Why if course every other page is littered with some ' universe' they still think will fix em...

Thank you to the anti-unfix Faeries

So at lunchtime, the real ferk-yooosseee begins.

But there's no point as one won't appeal to townies,  as they live in endless hummy noise and can't really think.

And the ruralites won't be able to think either as all they will be thionking about is their rural heating oil going up by twofold or even thrice in a  few years...

And rather than think of even the smallest mutual benefit in whatever 'community' solution - the real version which is long and hard and ego-fulled - their 'workshops' and therapies proven as failure as the one they cannot do, is in these...

two audios temporary to entertain my meanies.

Because i can.

And also am off. Its time to leave....

 https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vRB-8asz8OWl4SU9aw1QmnlKIYP7N1-c?usp=sharing

And if i were brave enough it would be leave 'everywhere' for nowhere.

But i love life especially when it works out rather impossibly, sweetly, the more impossible it seems.

They'll be too busy moaning about their knob turned down for years, to even notice... that always silver lining. 

Of needing something....real....from almost any other

But i give 'back' first. 

Always.

Anyway the gobbledygook  censors have now i discover censored me, as a week of occasional waffle into the short quick clips. All along the microphone must be broken yet another fix to spend half a day on figuring and my words have disappeared - first time ever!

So, give up even that. Splendid!

And get back to plan A....

Then.

oops video was missed out of earlier one...

 I care about my 'messaging' as a decade back, especially the summer of (the lost platonic lamb The 'narrator' 2020 and her fake environmental cause  - more likely a bit of money washing in the poor unloved my river Arrow - she has one more day!)   another fraud incame and bough a cottage instead of what  she said she was spending at least 300k on,  a land/seed research project that will save the planet or at least the bit her poor solo 4wd  back and forth the shops, far away, was eating up...

 'twas realised it's all there is left is that message

(THE one that has the 'whackjob' innit)

So, there's little point focusing on the overwhelm before one deals with the real roots

It almost always being even if one don't like people much the way they have ruined 86% of all watercourses, so they say, in England... in fact i bet thats a lie and far nearer 99%

 The big test was always "if i die on your job, chuck my body on the compost heap however please do look for Ralph's old sickle, and pass it down to my lass.... her number you'll find in the unlocked phone the ONLY purpose of life is being to never need to be private even about the silly phone.....

ok one of a few..."

It's extraordinary how at least 85% of them forget...your one and only request

And the second purpose is to accept as the mad Greens can never you lost.... eg  https://www.ralphschism.com/p/israel-palestine.html but people from 'off' indeed rarely get to ones heart fully, in 'story' even if Hind may be sanctified beatified, or whatever historical cop-out there may be,  in her simply extraordinary film and it is HER film even if the babe director superb, too

Even if i know - i mean this summer one poor lost bourgeois woman complains about my tape measure being a bit rusty [ sic]  - even if fully usable as she saw using it with me....to fix the holes the [imaginary] boyfriend hadnt bothered to...

 alone it should be a Cannes  worthy ten minute short as i know full well the  Border Personality disorder is so rampant nowadays there's no point even attempting to assist those with children...

Other than leave behind something a bit more grown up than even Chaka lost to the brainwashing  of  the as always 

half of what he said was ok

But the longer one is gibbed and unabused 

or dissabused

 by their bloody my 'spiritualism'-Trumps-yours

(BEST ever exemplar yesters)

You realise just how fundamentally Yank fuelled it has been for decades...

A poor lost lamb of a people who could never even apreciate for example their superb culture of the 40s 50s.... that went beyond ' faeries' into god 'ole boys and the women muck in, too...

Just like them Former Sovs  (two fine ones in the last 48 hrs have given me the update that it's going BACKwards..)

Who had REALLY dealt with it a long time ago as Ivan said that extraordinary afternoon...

I have an interview with him i do hope ... the Mammoth when we kidnapped him

But yes so so practiced in the ultra PR of this add some slight Red Indian vibe to it all.... and demand that the only way to actually have a plenishy life is to 'follow' certain modes which are so elitist and exclusive, its daft.. 

And the 'inclusive' is merely be ME - i am the ultimate lifeforce you want to be but never could be.... never mind 'I am community'...

When the facts on the ground as they say - i have a decade of magnificent undercoverage...

of

Is the exact opposite - its all 100% a total grift...but thats ok as any sane person left the towns and cities 30 years ago as they did begin to infect

But when it all also overwhelmed the  formerly safe and sane and down to earth, rural  lands...my lands...

And nobody has even noticed or dared focus on what their ways really did mean, the carnage (of just unemployment for the youth for example who had 'inverted'in putting up with their crap just to earn an honest shilling) is truly fascinating

But not one of them ever

the quotient of them being: the more 'spiritual' they demand they* are ... the less they actually honour any persons simple one request face to face when telling them also they only want minimum wage  " please could you remember what i wish passing on to my child...[ if i kick the bucket doing YOUR jobs that if you did yourself you would be healed of being YOU and needing all these external ...crutches to whack us all with and eventually attempt to profit off.... ....] "

 * = in fact to have said 50% of those meandering into the rural lands would be far far too 'kind' ..its a bloody total fatal infection.  As at least a few fine women I have met this summer agree....

But will they ever DO anything to assist in lancing the boil.?.. of course not. 

So sad as thats what keeps you slimmer AND live longer.... so say the facts. 

Yes, the 'overwhelm'

 

21 sept - i still don't know if lil' clips are date timestamped as that would have taken a ten second figure out several years ago and as the theme is was and always will be the gibbers (Mister fabhair from PAsties, didn't even know the word..) waste it, 

Now.. 'the' artist, must build her whole gig on the big moan.

Which won't sound very nice.

Unless one heard several months of wonderful interviews summer last year. It's quite wonderful how we found quite a few middle aged women including two actual GPs  liveing the 'dream' a little down at the coast in vans... in their early sixties who did indeed say " poor lambs, my lost sisterhood, ... they have been so so so  brainwashed into making it such a 'thing' that they can't keep out of my surgery... when they need to forget about it and get out  or maybe DO something IN society so they forget about whats been part of society forever and ... well it causes women to LIVE longer than you over there poor Mister Bloke.... so really it is the ultimate silver lined  no-pain-no-gain.... " 

And that is serious on their side of course they can't for a 'moment' stop and think what may just be... real art, too

(private for now she will see it one day)

Righty ho now even if there's no point ever pondering any useful 'message' all one has pondered all the last decade, how to guide the next gen.. and being a non 'narcissist' my ohh my the frequency of that word seems to have exploded the last week all over the wireless a male accepts males can't say passionately groovy things in public such as shut the ferkup and get fixing and accept that its a constant need so organise your life around say a monthly fixin' session....  and in time you will find you forget about your 'problems' metoo years ago! Nope man has no traction, power. or influence, in any messaging for some years as Messiers Couzens Brand and Co etc and even boat stabby chappies...  all ensured. As they have no grace whist DEMANDING you say it with them my ohh my there being no more 'left' or middle ground one day i shall get back to  

The first thing to make real art of, is back to the old place.

As... its already in intro audio cant recall iof here yet, but whatdyerknow... " idyllic lil' border town....middle of nowhere

 idylic old run down hotel.... bought by a London cult... a real one.... who so brilliantly avoided their health and safety duties, and used every kid in my past area as their slaves...

And quite deliberately had only London female management. 

Directed from some Oil-powered, tent in the desert..

But..it was the way they used - demanded via every bit of signage 'wellness'. Purity.... perfection. When my protective recording device as the poor lost Welsh plumber, plumber is telling me " the lives of the inhabitants will be at risk if they stay here overnight" 

soon.

And your AI wont tell you that history as the superb PR  and anti-transparency skills of such peeps are so developed hardly a squeek ever gets out 

Anyway it's the 'overwhelm' that yes as she said is all over everywhere....

And that is far more interesting than the con artistes  cultistes..who even bought up half The MArches...

At least one human noticed....

So, the 'dream'.

 Part one, when you sit down  - all the time in the world, and attempt to capture the undreamed  mania, it doesn't flow. And it's especially stuck, when you tell anyone you're 'living' it. 

The flow is when you are skating the knife edge, 

On the edge of the precipice, that mummy's L'Oreal shares prevent them from ever seeing the silver lining - as if irradiating multicoloured  mosses mark the exact edge of it and are your guide through the unlit few hours now'n again. 

Righty ho,  so a week back. All to myself....  there is no better pleasure than realising one wouldn't want to go to even the most talented and creative musac, as (one day)  

All to onesself... 

At charging time. Has been such learnings time for a year... no more.

"unity" whatt a joke!

 Upon their hill....at their 'ceremony' 
Never forget... just how ununufied, " our ...cerrem oneee..."

And in fact merely bad mannered.

But at least one fairly oldschool saner mind was sat there " ehh up mate i wish i had hair like yours.... it's all the disunity that caused me to lose mine...."

Now, it begins.....slowly. Slow catchup.... nonstop.

The inverb to unplenish

 

bein theres nowt to plenish her " we are VAST, retard.." unlimited soul with

As she knows...

now wow mine too isnt finished I thought 'Tamara' some ex Surrey junky on ' retreat' at first sight

nope a Former Sov superbabe

Anyway soon .... very soon

The Upgrade begins.

Abd what a lot to UP-DO

"unity"

 the progenitor

of " community"

Which fair dinkum hadn' t quite began to infect lasterregion ( his Marches where he couldn't even think! - audio a few weeks ago - " ehh we need a bit of occasional collaboration ..... so if you have your computer loaded with;that showoff  nerdy Linux junk you may need someone to collaborate matey if you wish to turn your Presteigne High St full of hipswaying junkies from mid afternoon mid 2020...... and you will only have them butterfly sporadically

so.... if they have to figure out a new opsys or just Libre Office  to work WITH you .... on what YOU cant  do but cant do alone ...

then you being so so smarty showoff on yer linux means no unity of even doc formats . ...

means nothing will get done... ever

just ask the babe on farmin today today how she had to be sat at her pc from sparrows wakey eakey to get her crop of gov  dosh.... [ as she said like waiting for Emily to rip off the world at 400 quid for her Glasto  plastic tits fest..    and if youre not waitin with baited breath in case you blow too hard as a Dolly ticket poos up ...poofff your one chance gone   

or the farmer bloke on Exmoor ... couldnt risk going out for a pee as  he had to await the window for his begging bowl ... 

if your  partner or just pop up one doesnt know your op sys ... you cant be innit together.  "

nope kike talking to a brick wall

that wants to crumble and kabd on you for being so lowly and simple mudbrick

The Technique - a WORKING title, on how meanness or all sorts of weirdness everywhere you turn to YOUR advantage but you must NOT try

Not ready until 2015

So 'The Technique' even if bits to add in indeed really all along was for, or rather persisting,  the meanies... my ralph browsers that is...

Meaning one would not be so in penury if 'twas not for them, however when that moment arrives when you end up doing something you weren't planning due some bad actor, vile self 'armer who can only use others - which won't do you any good in the end as i for sure will outlive you I am so rediculously healthy and you will be  feeling guilty on your death bed and me I will just be glad to still be alive due being 'forced' out into the freshest air, still great UV/IR....and then also something else which is almost unsayable...  but i must at some point. Anyway  a general utter bouncy life forceful pinacle reached,  because of the meanies...

Or you could merely say 'silver lining' but that is inadequate, as it is a phrase that leaves out, the true joy-bounce in knowing they should .... but never will, and you exist BETTER than they ever could, also to spite them a tad...especially if they're English ... 

 NakedLAtvian Woman in a van seemed to get the 'it' but then sold out to taking herself seriously or not seriously enough thinking she may better do what others may wish she could for them too...

I'm not stupid..i know you're all way beyond hope....  so indeed the best thing to do for the hopeless is mentally chuck em off the cliff

 

LOTS more tomorrow for 100% certain, as The Faeries always just play with you, and ....well that one had a perfect voice

So like the other one, so long sat with...

whom one felt was sitting next to you and just being herself and all the rest can go swing from a tree using their own Prozac piss stained dirty bed linen so as to not waste any usable rope

Now, actually now, the gobbledygook phase is over.

 Or it may be tomorrow or Sunday latest.

As at least one fine one can be relied upon.

And the 'mutual benefit', you scratch mine,  is trustworthily perfect... never mind his fabulous real free range eggs. 

(sadly the truly enjoyed hillockite, and trustedtoo  -  what came out of her orifice i had assumed some vague 'truth'  when will i LEARN! not that it matters a millisecond as a real man always has unplanned A B  and C impossible unpotential nothings )

(the early bird ate the best ever blackberry harvest weeks ago whist their 'sacred' moon was being lazy, too)

So what's it all about, decades...

They assume.... well if HE gets up at the sparrows crack he would demand metoo.. 

When the exact opposite is so, in that those few hours when all the rest are safely in the land of their nod, is my safespace, always...

Just me and her Faeries.... (even if she may argue just how 'cabbage'headed I am past nine...  if i don't get my sisesta..)

Now. when I am ready the nasty phase begins well it already has as all i care about is revenge - via The Technique', upon the meanest user browsers in history...

Revenge -  i believe it's in a  clip yesterday, is when you know 100% for certain no if's buts, no (his - one of the half Paks) Russell Brand fake aware awakened wonder nonsense and then running off to 'Jesus' when it all gets too much.... 

So, the 'overwhelm'....

 Sadly nobody seems to follow through or up ...

And even if i will jokey note to the fabulous violent one that I am 'fascist bossy boots' and would wish to be in charge of her winterings  fitness program, no smartwatch (my my they can't walk a hundred metres without looking at them or TALKING about whats in them loudly just on a  wander in very UNDERWHELMING hillock foothills...) no walkingboots needed 

 So yes on the wireless (here just for you at fastesterupload atch) .... at 0635, as i said to the violent whackjob poetess... " well half of my riff is intellectual..." of course guaranteed to get any English one even an ex lion tamer, violently running away...

As heralded here a week or ten days back, in audio for now.... " the ferrkkin ejits who run, academise and lanyardate social policy.....  and then retire into Dooneshire so ferrrkkkin smug it's the most gorgeous poetry of all time....

If they streamlined means testing into one river for the bottom third, run by just one gaggle of fatarsed lanyards  and then everyone in the next third up its up to them if they dip in or out for say a year ... then top third can go and dream data cantre investment ops in Chaiinahhh...  then it would save YOU a huge amount of having to pay for lanyards..."

Which is basically what they cannot say on the wireless about the fact that "eckerslike its going to get complicated in January when your energy cap may well have to be raised twenty five percent .. but we cant work out how to give relief to some who will die of the icicles jabbed in their eyes...."

Which any actual intellectual did figure out a decade back and endlessly tell the stupid Mormon who had a seat at the table next to Gazza in the Marches county councils.. AND time and money to attempt to put his oar in... with great future proofing policy from yours truly

All for free....  and as usual i was right. He will never admit of course as 'god' missed out that bit in the instructions him too busy being 'an angry god' just to shut the ferrrkk up and listen...

to what good works could be done, here, now, in this dimension, where 'he' should be sent to an illegal immo camp, to learn some sex equality, AND pipe down until s/he is less angry and does a biot of actual here and now good works or ferrkkkk off back to the boatstabby man's channel and go and try angering some other fake religion....

(i think the Krauts got it:  " i love immos... my only lass is half immo...but surely the definition of 'classic liberalism' or social democrat with a touch of commie - thats the communitarian part of it, I accept one hundred percent that at least seventy percent don't want for now any more immos and thus if i were to harp on about how my only three truly enjoyed peeps in the last decade are two halfies - one or other parent off the nana boat from the 'subcontinent',  and then one off the nana boat running away from Sarajevo  I would be in fact inviting in Nigel to be the next Steve Bannon copy cat so called bossman... even if married to a fine Kraut...       lets just say that as they should have done with all 'worship' which includes poisoning lil' Moonflower-infants's head with jostic fumes or Tarrot cards, or rather in that case can we have a century long moratorium on it all whist we sort out   her-his's garden .. as they are fakes when it comes to looking after what her/him built .... so we should also accept that most people want a moratorium of sorts on the nanas boating thgis way and anyway things rather moved on when the fine Euros started to put their K9s around the borders so as to clamp down too.... and thus its also over over there bit by bit but nobody will tell that simple fact of life to the Teapotists theyll have enough of a job at the scanners as they go to the brothels of  Benidorm so don't you think those raggety's are going to realise that game is rather up, in time, gradually.... "

Anyway all i care about is my own blatant skinism.... as over the years, especially the last three, I have realised that the Northern Irish really are some of the great minds and spirits. And a fine one of them in the hills - skinny too, her the only one met on the quiet hillock walk of 10km, all summer -  a wonderful encounter, giving her down to earth property choice advisories... bet she won't have listened.. but i asked, " so i hear that some Northerrrnnn Iiirisher babes  are writing some good alive no moaning fiction, no Joho Moyes off to Zurich when The frog equivalent 
in REAL life... written two years earlier, goes and gets earwanking so as to clear the tubes  so as he can unbeknown to him, get fast breeding from his wheelchair a bit later on... all it took was a violent cunt FAR too fast driving bastard to NOT pity him...and make, not ask,  errata, MAKE him live on by 'Drissing' him - my patent invention.... which means do what he OBVIOUSLY needs but is too wimp to do it imself...

  

.... [ i did write in to Esther Inc  - indeed two promulgated contacts, offering to do the driving,  having heard her moan on the wireless  couple weeks back  that rightly they won't let any Brit pull their own plug out the sockit yet....but even her ghost, ghosts you]   ..is this true?"

And I am reliably informed tis true that indeed them Northerrrnn Irishes have at least began some kind of next phase even if confined to the slightly more intellectually advanced regions and that some coastal or further afield places are still stuck in the retardant times...

Anyway proof of total blindness and lifelong prejudice.... one fact of life is never seek any audience ever with anyone, unless she loves her violence, and smiles so as she dominates, via her whckin'....(along to the king of fakes,  Iron Maiden gadzooks!)    if they are in any way associated with the creation of music. It is one hundred percent guaranteed to go to their heads.... and rot it, like an untreatable cancer ... if they spent the rest of life headbutting the mirror theyre addicted to,  in private,  they couldn't dislodge it, so as they can ever think any original thought, of their own..... 

Or just intelligently critique the status quo - especially their Xanax habit as they board a mere hairyplane...

(in other words lesson one is accept ones mortality - none can even manage that! One cannot live until one has entirely accepted death and ideally had a  dance with the sneaky bastard, over a  few years, from Jan  2016,  in my previous dwelling -  far colder and damper than any piece of piss Southern vanwinter...) 

But how can i possibly  even think of myself as complete or even 'centred' or at peace when chatting with a  few truly enjoyable Northerrrnn Irisherrs... the last few years " i realised your lot really were special... great minds.. Sean McP... even my sort of friend John Junk bookseller on the front line.... and a few others...  VAn the Man of course..... tries, to have his own mind....   told Hay festival  on stage they were all such a bunch of' ferrkkinnn rude Ruperts ' - the management that is  he was neverr comin back in a month of Bloody sundays i heard it live...sadly he wasn't quite so authentic  as he fakes...

But anyway of many ignored at airports  - the special door.. even a horrid lil' child kidnapper I am far too related to had Rod the Sod at one of her birthday party receptions, merely as The Rat -  her brother,  had sucked up to the worst  musician in the world, who could in turn get any celeb they wanted at their parties....   i forget which birthday of hers,  he was so forgettable...

I had to laugh when he boasted of being Phil Colins's -  the second worst musician in the world's ...new  buddy and spending time with him and his Missus 

Anyway... among many ignored as one sought the actual human beings - the cleaning ladies or even 'cigarette girls' prowling,  as their sorts of nightclubs would still have them, when any decent modern egalitarian nightclub had put up a sign in about 1976 saying if you want a pack of fags well you know where the machine is !!

But the only one ever actually enjoyed even if too briefly.. the one and only musicman one felt was not lost in the space between his upper  and lower colon...

was the Mong from that troubled Borderlands...  whom in a pretty wise interview with him i heard maybe a decade back spoke of how the conflict, argy bargin with those who would do him down for a bit 'o tar...., 

 deepened him.... 

so deep even he could tolerate The Harmony Hairsprayed  Flounce in their team, without giggling too much at the hairdo....

 ....and create bridges  that spanned even that greatest divide...

Anyway yes the orverwhelm... its so underwhelmin' the way it ... just stops all. In EVERYone ...that's the first step in any cure - the destigmata in accepting ferrkkin all have it....

Except me.... so i guess everyone merely drowns in envy

 

Now....

 oops all your awful future " we gotta have AI sovereignty...."

when all they care about is will we get the million quid kiss n tell the poor old sourpuss Fergie

Needs to get her Joany

Rivers face lift

When the only lift there is, is here, now

( why is this here sadly I ave too plenishy an  unlife i forget just a few threads

)

i know why this is here

Because meeting a real one; not in 'love'

but violence

Even if one hundred percent pacifist meeself

I can only glory in her whackiness

And she lovehearts mine

As she knows i always mean what i say

Farmers moaning, even if theyve been moaning all year about the blue tongue too

Moan moan " the heating oil has gone up 4p between breakfast and lunchtime..."

" it was eighhyytee eight pee  last week....now its eeet undred pounds for seven 'undred literes i near fell throo the floorboards...."

read what you sow time if you ain't years ago known there's nothing but mee mee mee... so said them FAtchies...

Anyway no floorboards for five years nor even small logburner in the death cave.... not only have i kept all my rechargeable batteries just at the cliff edge of adequate charge...

Always toastie in bed..

Always minimal needs in place

Even if the odd cliff edge as most of em are so odd....

Now at last I have time to ponder the past ones

 https://www.poignant2021.com/

" no one on their death bed..."

 At least there is one "  loveable " NON flaky neighbour...

Yes but can he still call himself a ferkinnejittt

 .... now i get it... the whole Lowlander gig..

Never mind my innate racialist transgressering

Now i know 97% are indeed as mad as the mist and snow....

And especially the tyrannical ocd compulsive " you gotta have positive energy" lot are so fuse blown retardant....

of all true sublime never mind pleasure...

And the actual positive vibes, of being the actually luckiest exact cohort in history - nobody before not to come even if theyre so smug cos of their spiritiually ashramist muvva  who they saw through age 2 1/2 but couldnt get a word in all that crystaline  bullshit in her shit making her scream of ecstatic self harm, just having a poo 

(remember that word pic tomorrow now we've actually three years on started at the beginning) 

But the more pleasure than one can ever dream of... in fact could never dream of..

...  from fourty five years ag  i taught my self learnin's by listening....living in every space in between certain people's words.......

just existing in those spaces and sneakily ice pickin away at their temple of sometimes something  seeking the gold, of who's fake and whom not....

but there was no way i was ever going to even see her face.... from the time i first put her on the record player...

never ever

fourty years every strained moment in her great record she's lived in mine

unseen, just every pause heard for what it is ....

real art and honest poetry

No wankin' MTV

And because i was looking to share her with her equal...

I mean it was impossible... never in a million years.... to go back FHD into the exact moment which was the moment...

That fourty years has vibrated within....

which you were never ever going to see...

 

But when you do..... the feeling of something way beyond mere patience something as impossible as the fun of her...

The poor 'all, is here so.. now'...generation can never even imagine.... what a feeling worth tolerating a whole boring life

is. 

so, in fact for the Dutch and Germans, even if

...thyre a tad stuck in the psychodrama  of

" no..... !! i know many of you lot - interviewed many and always get directly under the skin.....the AFD   are not ever going to get more that 35% .. youre all going so self pitying when in the 80s and 90s meeting a young kraut at a cafe was always only a superb equal mature dialog of equals....

"STOP.... the Former Sov East blessit is taking fifty years to catch up  with the fact that there is a bit more to life than as those Poles blessem in the mid 90s were every other word literally 'pieniądze'...

".... they will find Herman and also Mister Mann.... and then self hate as you should for the RIGHT reasons,  have being a prof at that famous UK uni which does not teach their superior Mastr Bernhard the Austrian...as it parodies just a tad academe.....

" who wipoed the floor with your Messrs Hesse and MAnn....  furthermore....question for you...Katrina, do you know what hoarding disease is...? and if so how common is it in your muvvaland please....and by the way mister she is not just a keeper she is Lorna's equal so so deep and soulful and stands up for errself ...you drag her to that wonderful alter down there in the valley..... achtung no nonsense.... do you hear!"

" well vaguely and as i say i am a pharmacologist and know a bit about the  so called mind too.....ehh i know a bit is it a ... no we hardly see it"

" yes well.. we may..."

"its yet another controlly neurosis is so  serious it destroys lives i saw many with it even in a  serene easy no-issues society of the Marches.... ten skips when they moved out...and that was just for the bottled faeces and skin scratched off... luv....your minority party AFD a walk in the park compared to the zombies on spice in ours...  can i be witness please as if i don't see her there at gunpoint or not i shall never forget her and i have older desirable ones on my mind ...  " 

Now as even a ten year resident here you can't seemingly trust,  time to start opening cans of worms...

But there's a reason.... I care about any youngsters mentul elf.... especially hers....  even if i guess she won't listen..or read

But there we go.... at least in Germany  where they have proper greens who are interested in greening the land rather than some or others gendered pubes, they are indeed aware that the British 'green' party...aren't  as KAtrina's fine man said...

And he's an Oxford demi-Don 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/tyranny.html?m=1 

" come ear Circe you fake......

 ... them Sirens.... he got it wrong, I'm sure they accessorised, too....

well what ee should have done before Nolan even had a wet dream about Donnin' em all up in homo-erotica plasticised pouterry

 in the worst 'epic' film ever made.....

Is .... 

 never mind so called 'loyal' Penelope, a fake... lettin' them suitors get all suitory... 

Even if rather unpleasantly  indeed " moan moan moan we are unseen,...and unnamed...." they were 'unnamed' ....

When you meet Aglaope even if tisn't clear she was one of the dastardly pair....

And Thelxiope all in one.....

well what you do is get your attack in first....

and i am sure some bloke was at least conducting them, in the background....pretending they had full autonomy when dancin' to his whackjob stick....

Well what he should have done, is go for it - the crutch accessorisation..... nick the stick

And properjob,  take "confused"  control of the situation.... via their accessories....

Neigh even if unimagined ten times better chapter than the dull dullard one a few thousand years aback, turn it back upon .....  the only one who has the poesy within to..... actually get my inner whackjob rather frequency vibratin' ... for real.

And thus - reaccsessorising ir for good purpose,   made her laugh...... " No. I transgressed..." as she knows, I'm sure,  the most lying goodjob in history..... 

What next ?... one must admit what one's inner core is, so they can't make it up and go blubbing to some judge later on : " "i'm a fascist bossy boots.. never mind robber, of the accessory-tool of your trade"

BUT NOTE TO SELF: all that matters, a week ago seems like a decade, or two...
The young man seemingly no dad ....  Mister Moth, the real man version, unlike Raynors fake.....

 " i had it out on the laptop desktop just in case i saw youse all again.... here stand there and give us some shade so we can see ....... can you see.... it my photo ....? "

"wow yes let me take a snap of it is that ok...

and maybe he can find it so rare one day"

"twas there for you all ..... only, 

and now my summer job is done....

make sure he writes up his  thissummer  butterfly journals

take a leaf from My FAmily and Other Animals....

 i think he would like it,  and he has clearly turned his summer schoolboy lonely lostness 

into something so wonderfully interesting and new learnings found..."

So... i wonder.... what 'next'?

Even if it's the End.

Now...... when yes you heard one better....

 the real thing....

oops i aint got the 'tm' symbol on the Underclass phone

You know what the true Queenery of all fakery was

Its a certainty, i can hear him.... one of those thenRuperts...

i can hear the squeak of his patent leathers trying to avoid the beer spatters on the floor

stood just behind her......

 whisperin' rather spatterly desperate  in her ear...

" luv...... nope! you ain't  gettin' the Biba storecard back...... no way luv ....never mind the hairyplanee ticket to go and hang out with your ' fickle friends' in Antibes or Juin Les...ycunts.... up the road ....... d'you wanna bit more..!?  bit more of my production technique..... i mean it..... next time i'll twist it too as i ram it up.....  ahahhh we have one here the last whackjob, that was so well used its splintered along its shafty bit....  so this take luv u better sing it as if you indeed have some actual emotion 

you beter better   the  last take of the rather profitable comotion 

or you get the real whacjob treatment that might break through the valium lack of any emotion,

 and at least fake it for the mic....

weve canned for a so easily connable population

 and dont hurt yerself with that shovel ...its just a prop so as to go conning half of Gweek you know what community meanstoo.... "

Exactly, and thank the Faeries i have no battery left as i need to catch up with the notes

 As if it can almost read my mind, even if as i do tell em " with an emotionally retarded Bling-addicted fake as  a so called..[ well you can't speak of her, or they go Freudian on you even if he along with Jung is so discredited  - and the latter will be by me when i release my critique my that was three months ago in the perfect hillock top atch i havent got back to yet] .....  [her indoors who despite moving to the countryside a splendid part of it never even went for a walk in my hills all around....  how interesting its the what NOT that we forget even fifty years on....

And them 'what nots' are far more interesting than the years of self pitying moaning that one mustn't ever forget.... as you must never ever do that to any child. It's magyc circle toxic spacedust.. (they have in the nouveau 'upgraded' Lego even - lovely way to influence children) ...]......[ oops getting even more deliberately Thomas Bernhardian hard to read with consecutive square bracketed chunks now to really send you to the loony bin..the ONLY way you come out, the other side of the abyss is being chucked in all the way and 'punished', too, by] .... her whackjob (™)

.....she defo must never be, indeed could never be....

 bracketed i mean a real life lion tamer..... and cleanin' lady

anyway ehh yea the number one emotional retard in history, well mine even if NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.....

so one has to raise onesself by the emotion and learnings (i heard a posh one had adopted that latesd retardo-speak on that 4 chan the other day)

through the best of the girly folk, singers..

Mary Coughlan the chief of them all the way you can hear every lacuny space between  every 'held space' real ones unlike the space cadet per-versions....

the real all of real life in her ....oops 5 perecent

to the point....ungracefully made but as in the great mamouth two dusks ago....

"they all sold out...."  

exactly: so pondering ok what was the most thrilling musical attendence of ones twenties... well, ok, you can't beat sat a few rows back from the front at the Astoria and a rare occasion of seeing the junkie's son, who of course with no dad around, despite his billions,  had become a bit of a junkie too... 

And one so so nerarly could have followed in his father's footsteps especially when about two times or maybe three only thank the FAeries, one was tempted to put ones nose in his bag of finest

Columbian Marchin Powder 

the devil's  faecal matter

And hear him in his prime .....

predicting Totnes and Dooneshire years afore....

you had to be there...

BUt then to be looking for the perfect folk song and i know a few and an ad comes up and it seems THEY sold Sanctuary to the advertisers....

Of one of the worst evil addcitions ever the online betting companies that have destroyed so many marriages and childhoods, dad and nowadays mum selling all their foodbank stuff to pay for their slots habit....

Is surely the one reason over all others that it should sell humanity to the next planet  as a job lot of dark matter  that even the Vogons would reject as beyond the pale..

of vomit, we became

or 99.9%

And the greatest joke in history is that that sneaky lil' 0.1%....well i encountered at the one place even more than Totysville no way was i ever going to dawdle...

Anyway assume the worst and be inspired ONLY by the superb Socratic number we came up with, together, on 'silver linings' ... shetoo

And as i said...watch the Poliakoff The Tribe its about everyone selling out.... as 99.9% did.... 

And still are, at it today....  and i am quite sure all these dreadful musicians are plotting how to sell every last sweat bead  they once spattered, to the AI... so that a false version of them will be sold for all of eternity

Ahahhh but i have a way to beat that.... or should i say, we... maybe

NEXT ... the Belgians on hoarding

 bleeped.... 

which lives in perfect synchronicity with audios of late

Especially the one that VAroufakis couldnt even dream up on his flouncey show off motorbike with supermodel on the back...

the only reason he was elevated to "one of the leading economic writers' by the thickest hacker ever in history,...

And it can artificially hack me all it wants  for sneaky stolen datas....but it couldnt predict what  got into my digitals .....

A real violent babe - armed, very dangerous, camouflaged in "war paint" ......  who has "forgiven" me (in writing so she can't put a falsie in later) ... for my "transgression" - which  is surely about the most Homerically neuro-erotic, mad, pick up trick*, in history 

As old as them stones...... on stupid Voodoo Hillock.... they all flock to to 'hold the space'... whilst i merely spend the time pondering, over at (t'must be now called Herstone)  how to beat them by the most seditious underwhelming poetical lines in history....

that ram their magyc sticks right up where the sun never shines as most of em never get out innit...

* as a PROPPER job poet, and cleanin' lady of course knows..... but won't say, to her public

oops, now..... I really mustn't insult the Faeries....

 now they've come capitalisingly off the fence...

And she laughed at "whackjob" ...

And i can live within the spatter of at least one admitted, to my face,  she tracked em down to loot their gold 'n silver

Now.....silver linings, as per lasteraudios, too much happens, nowhere...

When you one hundred percent float above it, but you have to do the work to know what that 'it' is....

(my ohh my this Youtubey thing .....frankly one has to admit one is of the luckiest exact age group ever..... no stupid whackjob of a hacking AI going for them Ausies data  could have predicted via Al and his gorey unrhythm, just how perfect that 'fed' thing on the feed is ...

I mean was she there? To see Flouncey Scot in simply perfect Harmony Hairsprayed  good form conquering that most sexist dump in the universe, I rejected, backpackin out on the first big adventure,  Down Undersville... having been "punished"by the fine real women of my early teen  comprehensive for actually not being nasty to whatserface the chubby redhead who had just gotten too much .... and couldn't take no for an answer to being mooned over for months ...

Anyway love and obsession, as long as the bunny doesn't get hurt,  are fine things and whoever pathologized them should be taken back to  exactly where she was, then.....

But as the rare quite good  4chan drama the one about the falsely imprisoned chappie  who had it off with his probation officer over the decades and eschewed those horrid Krays who probably still own half of PAstyshire, especially the town of awful overpriced childish  art, St Ives,   would really rather Homerically have on repeat " but that would be running ahead of myself.."

Anyway an unneeded  - uncalled for, last chapter of the most splendidly untherapeutic - cos no book or mindfulness course ever really is,  REALOdyssey, in history, proving Homer was an amateur and  fake, as he could never have imagined what latter-day twist you have to go through before repurposing a hunk of wood...  

Her twistin' to a bit of those,  oops still to do.... Missus Iron Maiden.... (IN NOTEBOOK NOW TOO MUCH HAPPENS, NOWHERE)

And some of the greatest classical music  in history (and i know the fiddle! ) played privately for me, in private, in the most romantic place in history...

Now i know why one should reject it - that whole cannon.. basically, they never see the sun, as one can see on their rather tortured faces... squinting at just a bit of late perfectsummer,  last rays....

The REAL 'heritage' of especially Totnes, Gweek, Hay-on-wye ....et cet er ahhh...

 

Now,  three audios, 

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ao1Pqmc8JjlSWAnDe_IrMNnZZsnWtBfV?usp=sharing

part 1 audio  - file 008 is on the economics of why UK is being charged relatively more for international loans than all other Euro countries.

The reasons you will never read in your FT, Keynes Galbraith Varoufakis or Pikkety... never mind at any awful Oxbridge university waste of cash wanky proof 

And if you disagree i shall pay you, for this supreme free stock market insider forecast and analysis...just tell me what you are worth but me a coffee wise for your stupidity of believing the above 

of reality: bankers are human too. And know inhumanity. and no economic journalists factors in what they know@ our kids are ten times more expensive than them EUs

Part 2 fill in bridge 

Part 3  = file 009 why spiritualism should be made a hatecrime, too, based on the stories i know as i did the legal cases....especially one; and if you know any eviler a racket, well i would like to know...

I wouldn't sell her 'diary' of admitting to her spiritual forces how she isn't quite the goddess they tell her every day she was but even a  shabby child abuser... 

As that wouldn't be moral. But i could get a lot for it especially from her kids who i guess never again saw their dad 

ahh yes conwoman mentioned in part 3 or was it one?  they all so merge Into sameyness...

would have been spiritually guided to one looks 

like this 

perraps

looks, LIKE, not is i am sueproof...

they all look the same in their adverts.....  " i got 200k too, to manifest your way babe ...into your perfect lil' community...."

It is going to take time....

 especially as i underwhelmed the overwhelm though made her laugh at not even the latest 'womb wrappery' escapades...

escape  - retreat, indeed, to wrap em.... so as to save humanity [vomit] 

But at least i made her good mind laugh

so ....Tarnovski, a mer half-the-way-ist .... you're in my sights, too.... 

he only goes part of the way...

and FACT...he does sell very well in the Temple to what he rather half-baked, MissAnne Thropeically  lampoons... as my ohh my .....deep down they do do rather a lot of harm...as certain recent lovely lil' peeps have over and over again, proven

And she, their worstoff of all,  victim..is so lonely...... i saw her  and did feel sorry for what i too could have easily become

had not the solution gone and reared their wonderful lil unknowable heads...

in my lap

when they were the last fix to anything i could have ever dreamed rationalised or imagined...

as no English can ever make any dosh from,  what the poor man was brainwashed into needing so much for,   needing it for... keeping them all tickety boo grand a pushchair content

no cash in the real version of how they fix you, of  or should it be 'from' ....being you

The 'tapes' soon

 Now this is so so hard

meaning for example last longer vid and i hate taking self vids more than anything but do so merely to prove MArina had nothing ever to say in her awful perfart 

At least sometimes something actually creative comes up in my ultraabsurism disorder un arty non art...

And i forget which media things end up in: this, notepads, loads more to do even if the last 'end' scene really was the end... his lil' un has no hope when a prosperous younger hipsterish likely techy  dad  with so much dosh can't even think that the way he spends more time with his beloved lil' lad is adjusting work 'life' balance which will eckerslike confine his lad  one day to the loony bintoo...

or in chats with others or chats into phones for publication here...

all of which is all one big samey blob always the same (the word i told her at the park) what is 'it' and what did it do,.?

andswer a big rock that smothered ALL of humanity but it needs fully describing

on no battery which is hard especially to recall which bits are here and which not YET

Two once ok minds have been sent a recording which is wonderful me chatting witha  couple of very smart middle aged Belgians a few days ago, perfect English,  who basically never had heard of 'hoarding' disease....  as we attempted to describe reality of UK vs EU...

and how they evolve in that conversation is simp[ly perfect

" no no one we have heard of in EU has it...ohh yes saw it on the tv a documentary....come to think about it it was ONLY British sufferers..."

ergo

as i have decades known

compared to EU UK is so mentally fucked its daft...

(a rough estimate 1:7 or ...times as many totally disabling mental phonomena... in fact in truth thats a serious underest...

and self interest

we need to stay close....err....

as we can't fix 'us' but of course that wont be allowed

those arrogant pricks called English doctors know their Oxford is the best in the world

really...i have known enough Oxford grads and theyre all basket case.... ) 

but that interview needs the smallest bleep as i never want to offend any one place

as everywhere in UK exactly the same..

sliding scale of slippery unthink

but bleeping takes time and energy

soon

Tomorrow, i hope my loony tune dosordered readership

(oops written yesterday and the sequence is even more mission critique, critical)  

or better in a few months

oops i haven" t even started, all i think about of late heritage

are due to receive a huge bill for years of psych services... hundreds of hours, on tic

(or are in music

and only read one dumbed down 'how to' book)

rendered, on account

so this little number NOT really so much on the dull psychological phenonemon of 'addiction' - it merely vehicle

a semi academic book by the splendid Stanton working for years with the Harlem junkies wrote 

words to the affect i forget the exact sentence " all that jabbing, and all their words behaviours even family support....  there's just one cause and effect i just don't GET.... there's something that doesn't make sense..."

I spied at least thirty five years ago.
ALL you need to know about the mind, in the Stanton, it cannot be figured and there iks a cultural construct that trumps everything else... and is almost impossible to figure - Stanton a great mind!

Anyway fast forward to drole and usually fairly narcisistic Russ-o-branded disordered everyones chum Lex who is so full of 'aware' shit its daft

But as long as he isn't allowed to but in with his own opinions at least has the top intellectual guests on, sometimes...

97% who are numbties but this one is interesting.

(and the ONE good Lex where rather than a three hour waffle about history nobody understands he begins with " ok so where is psychiatry now... Mister real expert..?"

Mister honest real expert: " no better than a long time ago and in some areas especially PTSD work...we have made it worse for many.[ .. I.E. PRECISD : USA DSM A BIG  HARVARD LIE, 99% of psychology a big LIE TOO... actually explained in quite a user friendly way but he could have just said  as he SHOULD have .....plus ca change... "as Lewontin wrote in his 1992  or thereabouts Doctrine of DNA its all a load of  fey boy arrogant  politically cashcorrupted wank... even the science i am HArvard chair, of, too..." [  [ yea that Gwerk expert MS Manifest-a-dental-appointment-and-whatdyerknow-there-it-is..   i had  a nightmare about her or at least a funny  hallucination that she was human, rather than robot, as i never have even a slightly bad dream ...but god help the  trauma patients  of that neck of the woods, just back from the front....i do  hope they have plenty of patience.. waiting for an actual fix or at least real grown up explanation... ] ." 

 

published by OUP and Princeton UP our mister  Scull.. So he's not exactly some Dawkins bimbo even if OUP of course saw how his good looks and Maggie-adjacent 76 message could get their cash registers a pinging

Basically in short sue them all, your shrinks and your children's therapists as they still don't work, and  there is that fine line " ehh a shed load of 'cultural construct' in why iot goes wonky.."

BUt the biggest laugh of all even if it was so obvious even 25 years ago as they decided that little bits of data on every bit of the body was going to save your sick minds... "20 billion down the bog..." by the ultimate 'tech bros' while Zucker was still sucking his nanny's thumb

Anyway i have zero education but hustled my way into UK's top  - actually TOP  psychology undergrad course uni in  1995 ish..

no A levels purely on a few gonzo essays i decided to try and use as my way in when it was 10 applicants for every place and all the other 9 had social work degrees or btex or whatever else... and i was the chosen one..

NO A levels as all sane peeps knew in 1980 all education a construct

you gotta go out there and learn in the job of it

anyway i left as a waste of time when the all female professorialship stood at their lecterns saying with ashram smiles as if Deepak was in the front row waving a cheque for ten million quid as researcgh grant "the future of psych is only biochemical.." meaning pills. Wrong even i could work out in about 96....

Anyway fast forward now or about the last threeish years the great admittance (while the loony lot are blaming the great 'reset'  - exactly.... ) its all rather useless as a remedy never mind knowing cause or effect...

But none will even define being fixed

(in a month where NHS lawsuits fpor compo are at record levels) 

which is moving on or evolving from ever suing... anyone....ever! a fixed pe3rson does not NEED 'compensation' as they know even a need for that kind of 'justice' is entirely  the wrongthink (they have far far less of in the EU as many interviews prove) 

unlike liverpool plc  with its Hillsboro the lawsuits could pay for a hundred youth clubs - the legal fees that is....

me ... even I could have had a chunky payout summer 2018 for a sure fire false arrest

forget it... remember ONLY the hurt caused to A .N. Other by her being as usual used in others nasty mad psychogames...and try to fix that in time...

but no shorink or even DSM 10 will say that a symptom of continued sickness is needing to sue the whole psych profession for stealing ALL your cash under falsies...

or if you are my age and have spent the last decade on your kids nutjobbery...

YOUVE BEEN HAD hhahh hahhhh....

Ss even i from just a fairly  thoughtful 'amateur' interest being no letters after my name, knowing poosych very well by my own intellectual interest ONLY AS I LOVE IT WHEN HUMANS ARE PROVEN WRONG...

which is the opposite of Miss Anne Thropey..its likeing them sometimes and trying to save their gussets from getting in a twist 

Now....there's a lot been creatively UNintentionally created of late merely as the mental bounce just gets bouncier despite no reason ever to bounce...as theyre all stuck, lost or prejudge EVERYthing especially me...

i mean in REAl life not via fakebook i never use  or whatever their latest iteration of too fearful to write back unmessaging service is...

 

(heritage, i wonder if he will?) Now it really is the 'end' when the moronic lil' retard

 ..and as an ex vocational worker needing PERFECT balance in fact two of three 'callings' my lifetime, errata four, have required exceptional balance, to survive them..

The latter twenty years off and on (big one soon, maybe.... if she ever calls as her texts state) doing the tough no-help rural jobs nobody else ever bothers with, making a profession of which is sad for them as they are the only fun: building log sheds, even nag sheds... the true worker brought up doing it knows its the balance - pivoting from hammering that nail, to cutting off with hacksaw that one that someone left sticking out (especially at illicitgirlsriding - my god whoever built her last fences long ago, had a deathwish - hers, as must she have as she had left long nails sticking out, prone, that could tear woman or horsieflesh so easily.. this is the real heritage of the land they all go around cooing 'what lovely heritage' about - i do jhave the photographic evidence, over 20 years its been my hobbuy and no real time til now to start to doll out merely for artistic purposes .... ) 

no assistance, a fence to rebuild so much easier and logistically effiocient if there is someone just to hold the rails....

fatchance....so you have to adapt, or starve...and the bodily 'flow' from leaning that way to hold that rail in place, and flow the other to grab the hammer if it was YOUR fault not to have had hammer in place before grabbing the rail and lifting into place...

the dance.

The one 'pure' dance.... pivoting here, twisting there and no you can't twist too fast so as you hurt a disc... never ever having injured onsesself whist NEVER wearing silly workman boots - usually sandals all summer....  knowing always where any possible danger from the upointy old nail to the hammer head not secured adequately as the last fixer of it ..failed...

Is the only way you get through the day...a true 'land' artiste... which is ten times more arty farty dance than any so called dance artiste

Anyway with such perfect bodily awareness integrity balance and all their made up workshopping words..

I know EXACTLY how straight and level i hole my lil' underclass piece of crap  when i take a photo in 'portrait'.

But the stupidest 'upgrade' in the whole of human history that has branded itself 'intelligent' is so random...

god help us even if npo one has answered them for about five years, when the soundrels figure how to set it on email marketing

Which is the real evil of 'AI' none of the nouvea wankeratti of the podcasterati can even remember as an 'issue' -  it was only a decade or ish ago when email became so overwhelmed by every scoundrel ever invented by normal means, hacking in even to the DWP computer quite obviously as i was only registered for  tax credit (not a 'benefit' merely a Tony Blair top up for the bottom third of even workers in rip off Britain where the wanky 'campaigners' on housing cannot even tell you: "singapore THE most free of free capital flowy markets in the world..realised fourty years ago that housing cannot be free flowing as a market or you end up like Britain of the 21st c  and have an actually stalinist housing ecosystem where its very hard to rent the spare bedroom even to your own longterm girlfriend..." and Tony daren't reduce the absurdist UK property market as he was scared of change, so added a bung to the rent p;ayers that way ..)

 and kept my number and phone entirely sterile except for that one necessity but  whadyerknow  hackyspam calls started even then...and as for email, that was almost murdered 15 years ago...

so when 'AI' is set loose marketing its way into intelligent hyperspace you aint got a hope in hell that it wont win all arms races forever more even finding its way in to your various messaging apps, clearly nobody reads any more...

But i began my own patent sneaky way of getting things at least browsed a long time ago....

I wonder if it will work one last time... i doubt it as of course the real prob i didn't understand until meeting so many is that these smiley such goody goody ashramish blokes  - the ones who bob around all enlightened and sat in yoga positions... and you just know they have a largeish library of self help books on how to multi level market without ever even hinting thats what they're up to...

Don't pass on even a  letter to their sister.....and as for any attempt to email a cultural organisation or troupe of artists... and some bloke may be on email duty that day. (and this was fair dinkum apparent even 20 years ago a rare necessity to 'communicate' to some very small MArches festival or the like..)  there is no way any of these blokes - all to a one ashram smiley, and every word they market is 'community' is ever going to make sure an e,mail received by a bloke is forwarded to one of his... tribe of girlies even about her so important and possibly emotionally essential, lost property...

Anyway now it clearly is on their 'psychadelic' therapies that Sam Harris and even the cool younger Brits of psychology (soon you will realise ALL that is fake - incontrovertible evidence in essays half writ soon up here)  and i am sure DAvid Fuller a pretend once channel 4 journalist, turned guru.... yes the mush is must have as cure for all ...

anyway i shall return to that at length however its halucinating or on tghe mush "microdosing"  (this is the ultimate in wombwrap language they all MUST tell you immediately how they do just that every day to so sail through the day with the most manifestly supreme  finest minds and mindfullness...and if i hear it one more time in fact i doubt its arrestable to projectile vomit on their smock so keep that in mind!) itself and cant decide whether or not to fiddle with my way up...

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FIRST page of is it seven

this video IRRELEVENT as i have ten years of TEN times better finger pointy vids ALWAYS nongeolocated and as campuflaged as possible as there's no point pointing out ANY baddie, ALL AND EVERY 'green' too scaredy cat to go and ask if we could help by removing the plastic strewn around their lands... very very often far moreso than ZAc or any greenist or tourist brochure about Brecon Beacons NAtional park would suggest (thats where i have the best photostudies all arty farty ) 

 (even this one i didnt realise had to be CENSORED)