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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And it's every smug smiley whorecrim's legal right to be just as female-only changin' rooms as the lot next door, who won't go to 'heaven' if they're taken out by their neighbour who has had the time of the month of peace and
Of course she saw the future even if the future of the rivers is as layered with microplastic via Sheragal's inablity to call out the productistes...
indeed wedneseve.... not quite snowin' but, what on earth are you to do when ....
Anyway forget that, history ended, " metoo...
. i got a big fat orphan-seekin'
bombtoo..... and will equally, avoid
and evade The Hague.....
like them blokestoo "
Thing is..... I know for an actual fact even if for now it may sound so fabulist-absurdist-idon'tgetitist
The harm... the actual little oprphans, never mind side effects of their whole world of vudu 'healing' and retreat .... I mean there's no such thing as a 'holiday' in Hay or Pastolands if yer middle class pretending to be Napoleon in rags....
Bit of wine, dope and teepee shaggin' if the moon is in Aquarius and Saturn remembered to 'awake'...after it's long night out in the 'universe' doggin' with Pluto
nope isn't holiday, it must be 'retreat'
of course what they all so need is ...
infact from them, the rest of ...them....
So they can "hold the space" long enough to plug their laptop in to conjure up the next vat of broiled weasel words...
(and reclaim the VAT if their con is big enough, on all associated expenses such as petrol... and vans....fill up the TAnk [they would drive if they could afford] when they get bloodhounded out of Gwerk-on.... i need some new word pictures and am making them...now.... cos i have someone EXACTLY on the same page of the cartoon book that is them....)
oops here he is in word picture: the Swestern man from Londonistan....
compulsory sunglases even in February the horrid ones that make you look like....so old hat Nicholson who at least had cheeky poison grace...
And a paperback written on the forearm no one can read from the distance one seeks from any of them, where they all merge into
ugly sludge
why does the Horrid Howie get the best out of them.. the once spirited
Righty ho....now.... in the annals
The old "birds" at least know one thing......
Even the weasels aren't interested in nestin' in yer knicks any more, so.....
truth, is so much more fun..... as long as it's all the way
And i like women, i have always only enjoyed some unknowable almost magical thing is woman and man can just coexist no..." issues" its the only reason "god" or even Shakti came along
with the wrong song
I wouldnt have 'Misogynistic' hatewords in my songs....
about poor innocent little "birds" even Woman's' Hour is fretting about....
But i will tell you something, there is nothing more "human" humane actually "community" when one of them turns on her own.... and means it.
And she is making the movie.....
But that's enough, radio silence of the next-now
Let's just say when even The Greek cannot manage to be authentic when one innocently is Candide personified and more than endearingly "human" the real version which requires time, and real life story, rather than prostelisation just another form of prostitution " i was a prejudiced cunt like all the rest....and avoided your according-to-The-Guardian top 5 ever movie.... until.....
100% categorically for ever there is no point in having ANY opinions nor funny politicking points on anything ever again...
Nor beleieve anything ever that comes out of the
hahhh hahh bingo
to quote their lying load of toilet paper
In Psalms 8:2, God ordains strength out of the mouth of babes and sucklings
no one else would have had the true symetro-zenneration, with a bit of quantum flield the bullshit of anyone who thinks they know what 'reality' is ....
And what we-weefolk are ...for....
Even if i knew all along what them we-men were
('twas funny yesters when i said " and they have their coven just below... in the next level down into the 'enlightened' hell of their 'making'... ...in fact they need a name
them covenates.... call em what they are
Miss Ponzi....
one notch down, his bedhead ..... " and my my
" my my yes they ARE a coven.."
i believe it is a
well this is where even simple olde wordley words like a gaggle of witchies (no Dissin, only pukka witchie, costumes ....actually turn me on)
become lost in the crap of the badnet....
Oggle had a Frog 'clan'
deepl one of these....
And it seems that may have blown a fuse too, as attempting to SEX what imaginary 'sex' the word is..in the beautiful language....
. it seems it isn't even the right word..
you would have thought the way theyre so obsessed with witch-oh-victimisation .... from hundreds of years ago by now it would be Universal pictured... we-witchies very feminine. got bullied - the real version, at her creek and stooled head-in-the shit they never bothered to ever do owt about....
But was splendid anyway in REAL life, rather than vudu juju I don't wanna be a cleanin' lady so i will make up anything, but real, life.....
to hear that
in fact you had to hear " oh my yes they're a COVEN for sure..."
("wee weecams wee willy wankin'" that's almost Alexei level of funny and i never have time to poise or grace trying to hide from the poseurs down here takes time and 'space')
" ... dot dot dot...managed to get the s word into the second sentence.."
And then she heard some of Candida's Odyssey
Among the ...well she knows EXACTLY what i mean
And agrees., we have no shortcut shared lexicon word....
for them
Whom also define her 'experience'.
" if he wants to be immortalised .... well, if we could get it right... if we can put into character on a piece of paper
How the Papechasistes became ... the 'mindful' and "shamanic" of some made up fictionalised little shitcreek
where all they do is covet each others' lack of zen
(because it's not REALLY desirable by their shabby men)
And 'following' even if they all perform that they're above online tartery
Anyway that's a sideline diversion even if let it be known Candida was birthing pooled yesternox without any mindfulnerss tapes on in the zernny backdrop (" dont you wuu wuu me with your Gemini vudu, and as for astrology last time i TRUSTED someone with that info in fact first time EVER of course it was turned against me as ... all children can do is throw sticks and stones... pebbles in fact..... you i would have as instructoress ...as i said, kidnap, manacle, big ROCK, this cove.... ")
As everyone else would have thirty six hours afore
But nope not quite yet ....
Because tomor will be even more perfect.
And i know the zen of when
And "no regrets" if the fat scouse had actually learned to tango mutually benefittin' his teacher by chosin the right practice tracks
Why one may indeed immo inbound runnin' from the bonkers Bozzies... or whatever mixed up confused bloodlines they were Srebbin' over...
Well..... even this fetid swamp (his words, to that effect, born 'n bred witha pastie ingob... "even here there is no 'community' any more...no one looks after anyone else all Thatcherite every man for himself... ".. " yes but its the ILLUSION created in Gwerk up the road from where you were dragged out screamin all those years ago as if you had second sight.... they will one day come and hoaseboat colonise it all talking crap straight out of the biggest colon ever shmanned into existence.... .its the ILLUSION that it is other.. that's even worse...a Maggie or even a MAggie man you know . exactly where you are with one of them so be it its a free country kindof ... but they started Hay but its when they Paperchase around pimpin some version of 'community' and even Woodstock of The Mind .... when in fact all their minds were secretly set on in their invisible inner monoseeing eye, was the Luxury line of Paperchase paperweights
"rather than the commoner economy lines..and they bought into the illusion that theytoo were the "human" solution
"double entry book keeping they dont read any real books of course
" Stendhal, George ...saw through their cant and vanity
"two whole centuries ago
" the illusion that they ascended to some new enlightened wetoo wework, errata manifest, for you ...rather than solely with no soul, payin' off their personal Paperchase bills
. THAT really does HURT people...and i know it hurt, even, hertoo.... " )
No Engl (the problem with 'English' [defn: South of Manchesterish, and East...well it was East of about Ross-on-Wye thirty years ago when i Thoreaud away to safety, but they spread out their 'arrogant' tentacles to our amazement, and by a decade back had got as far as about Clyro some into even Llanidloes even if the forerunner was the silly man who committed suicide live on FAkebook whist 'channelling' Crowley ....ergo...even if that was 17 years ago] is you cannot play with it as a word even if the Portuguese managed to get there a few centuries ago with their perfect "for the English to see" a popular chant, meaning as long as her rotten hull, or better word picture, someone's rotten picket fence, has a nice coat of expensive Farrow and BAll 75 quid for 2.5 litres paint onnit - - he - a REAL man, from up Northish, told me yestermorn that its crap .. as long as the rot is glossed over then they are smiley-fine.... ] .... Britalish - despite splendid science late 90s Ritalin CANNOT be ethically double blind tested on under 18s or any "human" in fact they dished out shedloads even back then....
Except there are various forms of Ritalin.... most are in their backpacks ...
the best of all example that they all think that without 'hydration' they will die on a short amble down The Track in winter even... me i never hydrate ever beyond the same CONSTANT 7 cups of strong black Serbian coffee every morn, and no other dribbles of hydrables ever ... and am the living personification of having died years ago of course .... )
oops i have forgotten the sequitur...
well someone can still write
Never heard this, and it's not like I haven't done my homework. Damn... a runaway train of power, majesty, and stark truth
Of course the Paperchaseratti killed him....with their cuts
Even if a Belgian lead him astray, and had we had more 'closed borders', well.....
Or maybe not the Paradiso still has all of her sat at sunset on the cross....
Avec moi
her little slither of ugly Nozemetal glitterin' and showinoff
There we were an hour later. " you are the only one of her PMC's [ pasty munchin' crets i did not say that she said it, created 30 km up the same infantilising seashore - they ALways do] who i have only enjoyed every moment of speaking to [ about the ones whom we are not allowed to 'talk to' or even 'speak to' but only 'sharing' will do]...."
In fact it was Miss Information because i should have said the truth: the only English man ever....
Before he said " where can i read what you have written?"
There is a clue.
I knew.
A white man in the Bigotosphere (which is a tough one as i spent some months lasternox around the silly man whom every other words was 'the Muslims' ....but blessim, he had the only other black woman in the Cretosphere as his business partner... )
Anyway i have no interest at all whatsoever in any person from here
(well maybe the Lost Paradise ...as i need an editor, and some 'mutual benefit')
and have no regrets except....
If .... if only
It was remarkable
And as if on cue ...
the old wireless out as, no charge, or not enough for the evening and 0600 on the nailtoo
I still 'love' Alexei's teacher.
yestrue
If only he had done his moral responsibility and mutually benefited the 'universe' and mutually benefited
done it mutual
both ways passed over to the other side of their stupid poncey dance
himtoo
Because at the best atch, lastereve
It is almost impossible to make me laugh, a lot
especially his (Mister You Could'v Been anythin' my son, rattle') dreadful imoan about 2020
still Stuart Lee)
rather than dancin' for Glasto girls who ruined these toxic lands with their sarnie smiles
ACTUAL "human" evolution...
At seventy one years more young in the head than ever before... i mean he was always slightly gauche and undignified maybe because he never quite went ALL the way
But what's so interesting is the schizophrenic apron disorder that Aunty has.... with their worse ever cant vanity and corvideration insanity to name but one of many pathetic little hypersensetive Paperchasist lies and deceits as there is no more kitchenknife at-the-ready lethal weapon than the Southern kitchenwoman...
They chopped off every single once thinkers balls years ago (a NONSEX matter as women can have imaginary REAL ones too) ..... and ripped out the '"connection" between said organ and tongue of course....
Except... is it because ?
why is it because?
He alone just gets bigger bollocked and ruder or for PAperchasers 'irreverent'
better than ever
Which has nuthin' to do with me
Except to be risque rude to a locally born up there on the highup Track....
Is of course the only meanin' of life there is. because....we found
perfect
balance.
that wasn't a con, but concensus
(never mind an hour later her " healing from healing" - her Scottishish mind is perfect - i wonder if i brought out the best inner.... totally 100% on the same page but as for efficiency i chuck mine at the dreadful Engillliterins.... i can overwhelm merely as all i say ive said for years except nuthin' like as artfully than of late ... but that one was purely her - arising unmediated... unforced... unambiguous..real)
so, iMoan..... she told me the ultra 'traumatisation' absurdity....
The " he channels, the fact that everyone's gettin' traumatised by all this traumatisation talk" well i channeled that as soon as i thought about it like five years ago and knew it was a Nazi gun to everyone's head, even then.... (yes i can see the future with my third sight, if i can be bothered to take the first two of the Trackbabes )
and had they not missed Gabor the world may be a rather more sane 'space'
so how can i.... "create 'space' within which to 'hold even more space'
and workshop and coercively jamb in the
remedy to all those remedies ..... "
organically
Wednesday, 19 March 2025
(from the notepad was it a week ago too much happens in my non life...
from a distance they look like the ugly inkblots they are...
needs extemporising into splodges of blotty black smudge on the "human" landscape or some such fact of life...to be cont ... indeed even the wobblers are made to look even more ugly... to be cont... indeed.... to be cont
which is the unisymzen of everything i should have been dead five years ago... before 4chan's made up I-Moan ever raised its cheeky littlechink-head, to be now immortalised into they cannot even wait for a ten year 'memorial'.... the five-year anno-moan....... . )
only some mornings which start at 0600 come what may
does one dial up the best version (oops note to self...actualising, elves... grab it before some we-man thinks he must archive it in some repository of uncensored cultural Hillaryism where he monetises other peeps words...behind his orrid little paywall.... so grab it fast i think its this one used to be SIMPLE but of course has been complicated https://www.4kdownload.com/-54
one hour and thirty seven minutes in, the hairdye song+
I had no idea just how ... they need a 'remedy' to everything and some snotty nosed git even turns 'boostaroo' a splendid simple tm into a food 'supplement'....
But.....
Don't think that i am some mere lone nutjob boostin' hate filled hatery....
cos... if you luv humanity
she... i aint stupid
we-"human" brainstorm in the one place of shelter from the storm
of her Easterly wind blowin through the gorgeous canyons of her lined face
not photoshopped on even her Insta shoppin' channel
which is the only sign of a REAL one...
there is a way...in
cos there's pone no go area
taboo
stigmated matter of
unsymmetry
" us blokes arent even allowed to THINK of that. your affliction you 'own'.....
the one that you rightly own
doesn't even really
exist.... "
"it's a moral duty...... "
Because they, do.... especially when the wonderwoman I-Moan, i uncynically enthrone
as the only one who ALWAYS makes me laugh,
ALWAYS,
so perfectly added into the mix... with her "maybe she knows a supplement i should take.."
HER, I KNOW... CAN BE
FIXED
because not only does she read good books, despite underclass heritage...
despite nuthin' bein' perfect and no REAL man (unlike almost all London inbound, Cret-o-sea men i see wear dangly earrings which a re a health 'n safety issue if ACTUALLY on an adventure......and all tattoos no matter whom they're on are so ugly they should be made a criminal matter, harassing-the-eyes.... in fact there's a new 'cause' worth dyin' for....
how remarkable....
and it should certainly be made a criminal offence to not use a half decent mircrophone when even i the poorest person in the universal symmetry whicj is also disproven by the actual real fact that in the universe where you can only be poor, you are ten times richer ( she knows the Scott that " luv... you can see from their POSTURES.....yours is fine but the rest especially if they pay shaybabes ..... theyre hunchbacks crips.... actually would qualify for crip-o-PIP their poor little souls crippled by Eckheartitis and Gwerkophy .. ..and all the things they pay or rather RESERVE THE RIGHT to need to pay for when.... Mel-o-cures, at Gwerkside creekside.... are found to be 'manifestly' a snake oil
contoo.....
Anyway all i know is the word police and tyrants of (as we knew they would be the two ok brains left) Nandyites and whats the gobby one called? too busy lookin' at herself in the mirror in her newlabour red fancytop to bother crimming any words about herself the biggest bully of them all 'bullying' the language into bein' punched on the nose by her brute force, of zero.....
have picked the wrong words to police...
At least i found one whom does actually understand this....
anyway Paradise is when a recent version of the hairdye song ....opops errata
and t.h.a.t. doesn't work and is a rare crib anyway
In fact it is about en ohh double you....
i wish in a way there were two of her ... Miss "i moan" she does make me larfff despite botox and endless Mel Oh Drama...
and i mean it.
Unlike every Lizardly* snake in Stepford on Shaman-sea
oooh thats sounds rather poetical
newword: no not "frequency" as the baldiebabe stole that un...
superzensquantumymetry ...
Not 99% but every single "human" in thios universe and the one they think they'll run crying too when it turns out shamanism was a global conspiracy theory to ...
(well i havent quite figured out why, yet, except it .. errata as it doesn't exist.. however that word stole the only fine mind that could see the future: " before you say ANYthing about my ...
....... lot [ what a lovely picv, zen and mindful of nothing as no omner has anything wiorth minding means i never had time to look him up til....nowsah...] ... .." well someone could at least second sight some real future as according to sacked [ i mean properly, that's it i had enough of all their coercive man-ipples and 'bullying' bullshit] agent z... " declassified uk provide the 'data' as to why YUK certainly should be in The Hague certainly further up the queue than Krautland the Frogosphere or any tin pot little once great Tito land... "
so, the quantumzen-o-phobesymetricalsuperpositionate load of bollocks absolutely every mindful we-babe
pimps... pimpin cheap failed mindfulness for as much as they can steal....
she would never get
NO, NOT 'now' ...... when... that little zen takes me...i shall open it.
thing is.... my now-now is utterly irrelevant as
the most irreverent insulting hate-crime filled n-word of a word or two you can ever say
about two years ago, a big beefy bullshit filled shitpipe builder, his ma just kicked the bucket: ... " on her death bed i know her last words were.... formulating in her head as she was revving up for the only actual true noise she ever made, err death-rattle..... .to you..... a last sighing truth at penultimate, last ....
... 'my son
a rare crib
....you could'v been ANYthing....if you'd wan...ted...' ... rattle..."
And the funniest man in existence ... knew..... silently..... indeed was a shamedman.....
a second gen immoman - i guess thats how long it may take to understand the pure nuance and upsoidedown symmetry in the words between the words.... basically meaning you really were the actaul great white hope even if mucky-halfbread, brown... which for a stupid brainwashed younger person who thinks 'bullying' is a real thing, when ypou arent repeatedly punchedin the face over at least a year as i was, age 15, and still know always did know that i shall learn from this and over time it will be a good thing....
means the GREATEST spirit and intelligence ever to have waddled upon this land.... and you sold out ." my son..i disown you even if only for the ...five...milliseconds i have left"......
singin'.....
for two years...
just two sort of men
even if the only ones left by 2020
singin'....
And he knew something i always knew was totally and utterly impossible....
I beat him....
He had, "met his match.."
And be come funnier than even him....
(perhaps the real problem, that stupid Siouxsi with far too much makeup setting a bad example for nonironic raison d'etre an ACTUAL example... the way the first actual punk smiled there ... cannot be bothered to sing in anything resembling a tune.... cos all that matters is.....
likin' yourself propper and for the non-prophet best reasons of all....cos you can
despite them.....
...." undoin..." a double entendre no immo may ever understand .... never mind word picture in the actual second-sight mind for how they undid....
all... sanity and zensymetry of whats just.... "human"
anyway thats for another day.... even more like today than today
When I...no one else...am ready..... when it is the ultra perfect 8 hrs-sleep zen plus.... and the 'plus' is impossible to define, but is certainly based on even yesterday in my non-life four actual big things happened...
oops better hurry up only 30 min left of battery
BUT... someone "constant" and always together no matter what, has a set of part-worn boosteroo batteries, too....
just in case
and that little case
to be continued
soon
indeed boosteroos - he wouldn't listen of course, too busy KNOWING he is funner than me
the last version 1.0 went off ebay
oops errata
for all your absurd little Mister Southgate moaning on 4chan about snotty yoof needin' 'mentors' the first thing they actually need to know
is what men were once for...
rural men knew that only one thing mattered, the information...
and thus some snotty Nottyman, isn't going to listen to an actual REAL man:
"man even your absurd little Strumboy sounds loud enough on your silly little tinpot tinny machine....with a VERSION ONE.... just a few left in the world anyone who has a 1.0 and a 2.0 knows that the 1.0 was a different universe.... you cannot get them any more..."
some stupid yank doesn't know what real gold is them so blinded by the fools version
(* "god's waiting room", if you have the 750 grand for a dog kennel on a damp hillside....to virtue sigmnal ate all "humanity" with their dogdirt unpoetree, cos no trees left for the poor muttts to piss on the Crets ate them all and never replanted, 'sustainably', or generally....... just like where two year'nago whats that most forgettable place of the thief dentist Mister Abraham who stole my... MY platinum...
accord....ing to me and my chronicled recording of the stealing cunt...
.... after i bet i was his only 'decent' gobvictim who actually made a point of being nice about fuckin mopheads....
...Church stretton...
.. i saw the two sausages.. (and the loony man made even the supermodel laugh "its a signnnnnnnn!"
. the wee, women don't admit that one: "we heal......and medicine you for 250 quid a weekaend pass, plus teepee " [and if i go bust cos i was frightened of the wee we-men who own the land, well there's always the sausage dog factory farm up in the bedroom at two grand a pop.])
But nobody literally no one understands, it is so sad:
this merely a metaphor or Al Gorry death if in the lasterregion still
thisterregion
lasterregion
thistermorn
Had it not been for the not very accurate second sightist December 2023, i would be unable to get my typewriter out at all, as i know all these shame....full con artists, hate you if you make even small jokes about their [in]abilities...
But i won
Anyway...
This atch.. i do think this is the most lovely ...
Behind me just a few hundred European metres ....
" I am aware that really we need to not use machinery where possible respecting animal and even human around and about"
All of which is my business, but there is a truly good business model in yet again:
the silver lining of, i am better off NOW .. this moment... by dint of yet another smiley bullshit merchant who "needed".... ( "i so so so need it fixed for my wee pooch..") her rotten wood...lots of it....fixed...
Adamantly to be fixed yestermorn (great weather so the rotten bits unusable can be collected for kindling whist it is still very dry from a week of brutalist Easterly ) ....
but I GOT TO THE "WE-MEN" before i ever heard of the 'We'™ Empire
And don't be fooled i know for a fact half of Gwerk would work on exactly the same criminal con if they had access to cash in the way he did, rather than being "community" slaves to his copy-cat operations..
LOADS MORE ACTUAL FOOTAGE AND GUEST SPEAKER AUDIO TO ADD IN HERE ONE DAY...
of domestic con artists especially the big con, so called artist.... Cretoshire's so called biggest
It would all be splurged SO more quickly and efficiently and funnily and artistically if i ever got PAID or "TIPPED" at https://www.ralphschism.com/p/funding.html to spend my time wandering the cliffs pondering how best to put things, or indeed why on earth to put off jumping as i do have jolly fine journalistic proof of how every single so called woman employer of mine for 10 years (most would at least spend some of their conned move-to-the-stix cash 'spiritual' pursuits, fake healers especially reikeeeee... all sorts of josticky Buddah crap..... actually cons one out of wages ACTUALLY PROMISED .... with a flutter of their eyelashes and of course some personal insult about ones perceived character; never any insult about the world DONE for them - fences finely rebuilt etc.... no it's your chakra they dont quite like in other words they know you see with your all seeing eye that every word drippin out the corner of theior gob, is a lie, con, fraud, deciet.... so they con you out of promised work and actual wages etc.... i dont actually care about as its always JUST 'material' as a sane tradesperson and fixer never goes anywhere near any of these incomming tie-dyed yoga matted con artists without a recorder on... ever....so i could write ten novellas about each one and couldnt ever be sued or crimmed for one word...as every word is... theirs)
anyway yes there is NO point bothering to not jump over as the we-men and then the next rung down, his sybarite snakey ones - they all have a coven of them,. as one would see around Hay-on-wye, like in ancient history this is nothing new bit BNO BODY ever writes about it they dont dare...(miss the crumbs from his table) .... ...they - we-men and coven, so warped everyone - really warped i mean.... so its not THEIR fault, all my nice customers forget they made a DEAL to employ me for x amount of time to fix stuff they are too fat or ill cos they use too many drugs, to bother doin' themselves....
(my religion isn't finished yet, or maybe even begun)
But in their horrid house of self harm and pity as staying indoors any old house
when there is sunshine to be used for healing
one
of
'them' (oh she is funny with her shaman quips from her position as snake in THEIR grass)
they...are back. Migration time....
Caught me unawares....
So, she knows....
If we could bottle 'it'
'it' needs simplifying into ...hmmmm
But i think i know the answer, even if yesterteatime the preachin' was good...
It really really is a case, ten years of people pleasing lies deceit what's otherwise known as BS ... especially in rural affairs
Filling this up once a year rather than a smaller one once a month or in my case being PUREST "Ascetic" which means i have far more important Odysseys to have been at than care any more ever what flavour my fuel is
(Food being only fuel no one can listen to)
pure ascetic on the job always no need for any fancy pants unless a new grinder is needed and a charity shop quidone is spotted a decade ago...
And all ones time stolen by the actual people pleasers and miscellaneous very very sad 'health' obsessives...
Never mind (my my we do go ionto the 'forbidden' zone, so well..)
" Bill, have you look at this...! ...it PROJECTS.... that my readerviewership ain't a loada user cunts and rather than being in a cycle of self harm and depression and all that anxiety and otherstuff.... even she conned she has 'ADHD'.... they are 'engaged' enough as 'community' of smiley .... "
Indeed ... I have to be in a splendid mood to put some Bard on ...
two minutes thirty sex to about fifty.."!.how young you weeerrrrrrrrrrrr..."
Both Stripe the so called go-to nowadays online payment centre (linkedish to Substack which is meant to be for grown-ups, and i know fullwell that reality is a 'community' of meanies hasnt even LOOKED at my Stripe page never mind pondered putting a penny in my beggar bowl....
(0hh yes another art installation soon featuring the several totally fraudulent crowdfunding pages originating in the Hay-on-Wye region featuring videos of crying children... . ...which had they originated in lowermiddle class Kington 15 km away where they voted against the km as well, the originators would have actually got six months for fraud - stating one is a charity ....when one isn't, and isnt a good songwriter either ....all that Breathing.)
Anyway how to encourage self harm this endless " look at your Stripe projections money commin in just hold on there the 'community' is there with you now buddy...." and it never will....
How young they all are why most will drown themselves of the Prozac running out
But much more important
so that was fun and in fact a rather well made docutainment piece
However.... as always (the more i think i know that unlike taking a Tolle on you as poor Eckheart imagines whist thinking children are obnoxious..... it is the more subtle forms of it... spivvery post Maggie's knickers odeur...
I had no idea, that my excellent 'symbolic' summation of them..
never mind what a con if only poor Gwerk had been told... the we are "community" con had been seen through some years before as a con...a way to get slaves to dig the dirt, for flying pigs.... " one day you will own shares in this so carry on slaving for no actual share of the equity or real pay either"
I had no idea he even existed never mind what a true perfect symbol for EVERYthing in your 'service economy' of endless spin and spivvery.... and online foolery
mere brochurism...
Because i have been too busy for too long collecting meaningful data on the actual we-men....
One is the richest so called 'artist' of her Cret-o-sphere... my ohh my the nasty things HE says about people from behind their back.....in public 'spaces' which are falsely allegator-aided so as to...??? i actually have no idea but soon he will feature in an art installation
much to BE continued..
indeed this section certainly to be upgraded and sold for shares, soon
all that "Being" ...oh yes both of them what a splendid unintended weave... "Bee...Now..." and the Being cult...
that was good. " I'm too sexy for..." but i cannot say.
As unlike Mister ( to use the word "obnoxious" and children "whining" in the same sentence really really is proof of..)
yestermorn
yes, yesterMORN stripped off
....
the last cold morn of this half of the year...
Righty ho watch out cruel world, at least one kindof knows whats what...
Its complex but so simple, really.
Back to my RELIGION in a bit
It's not finished yet....
where are notes, ohh yes.... nobody has ever said until now.... and i was so absurdly friendly to 'them' ... few days ago curious what they were foraging; " The English.."
" ehh.. now hand on a minute.....isn't your county, like ehhh metoo ... that branding ...?"
I should have doubled down " and your obsession, collecting that seasoftened old glass on the beach ... searching out the diamond in the sand dunes, purple ....'precisousss '.... i ...well..... did Cretoshire have any glass factories back in the day
"pray tell....
"and if not doesn't it make your prime motivation in life and big THING, motivation, purpose, smiley joy love Pintrest even no doubt, bits of rubbish chucked into the sea centuries yore ...made by 'The English'... "
( riff only half way con structed due power limitations)
So all- literally all, that matters, is discovering I was wrong, and as my hand went down behind my seat, to bring out a 'blade' ... she not only didn't flinch, but also chirped that she knewtoo how " by the time their fancy strimmer has been started i have already handscythed half of it... [ and you must leave half for the "birds" which means especially nettles as they are best bang for buck] "
and thus there is hope.
Which is horrid!
in fact if one were educating young mentoo, talk about an interviewer who one actually believes is sincere ...
He luved err!
You cannot fake, even as a yank (the Britolins catchin' up though!) , actual warm humanity like his, and his really good questioning, batting away the PR lines trying to get to how she actually felt... splendid stuff...
Never mind a Mistressclass on how to actually 'engage' the audience... "Miss...i wone the prize and i was quite busy.."
Of course they - not the pyjamate Empire, but I am quite sure Oxymoron-bridge... ruined her but nevertheless bless err i thought the "homecoming"
And talk about being 'abused' in that for many years i am extremely 'hygienic' about anything signed up to. I want NO 'notifications' thank you, ever. I know what I need.
Now one mustn't be an anti-whiyeyank racist piggerist because in fact Greenpeace or was it Friends of The Earth started it first: signing up to their sites in the name of lass twenty years ago, by about seven or eight years ago one started to get emails out of the deep blue sea from 'Fiorella Marshall' to make one up, or some other such slightly...just slightly enticing sounding name... (i wonder if their female members got emails from hunk guy sounding names?) ... not too English upper middle class like all the would-be writers who have been so damaged by their whole badbook industry they have to be a cleaning lady at some second rate publisher or agent... the names must be just right: a little bit sultry-bouncy even.... and it turns out its not actually from Jemimah no-longer-Khan whist her poor ex hub is starving to death in a Sikh gaolhouse (oops only 1.7% thats not fair so ignore that as minorities never really have any power ..unless...)
So you click on Jemimah and whatdyerknow a REALLY coercive manipulative little thing on why you will die if you don't bung Greenpeace a sack of gold...
I agree with (well not really having been tricked by even one of them three years ago aftter our two long face to face sessions turns out ..... actually as a man i have no voice... but her mate - her brown-mong buddy actuyal friend told me shetoo has BPD mad people pleasing itis...
her words... and i trust mongs. MAybe, only...? so dont engage with Greenpeace ever ever ever as even i got tricked (at Hay Festival of trickery and tartery), and most of our conversation was ABOUT " all the greens i have known for years abd dedicated hours days years to actual solidarity turn out to be people pleasing pseuds... " (her, on official duty) " lets 'connect' online and stay in touch as i agree and want to DO something real.." is actually in English " i will join you on fakebook and ghost every word ypou then thoughtfully provide in the 'education' lessons i requested.."
Anyway forget that as she brought me the silver lining of the true great Mong
accidentally
" my [full-PAk] dad drives around Hendon screamin out the car window " if you wanna go around in your pyjamas during daytime hours, in public, bugger off back to Pyjamaland .."
Which is only a lovely ironic wonderful scene in a film someone really DOES need to make about 'progress'...
The main theme of course being that if he hadnt arrived by nana boat overland up the Khyber Pass all those years ago, and dumped his jimjams en route, to the [ACTUAL] Heidi woman he got up the duff, his magnificent Mong offspring wouldnt be there to laugh about HER dad's wonderful words...
Not mine i merely recant reality.
One being when that new lore came along, for the folk
GPDR ... about maybe 2018ish ...
That made it illegal for a business (most charities being just that) to send emails unless they had asked nicely by email "is it ok if we send you OCCASIONAL emails begging " by that time - maybe in fact 6 or 7 years of Greenpeace dodgy tactics... categorically: " no i opt out"
But only one hurt as by then Malala inc. had become a little too frequent - almost every other day: " dosh for girls"
Long i pondered, " in or out?" And five more emails during choice time i guess answered my question.
So, having had a few years of not being bombarded by my only three sign-ups ever .... funny old world, along comes 2020, and by that summer.. well i think Greenpeace sent the odd 'exceptional' emergency request from Flossie....
But bless her (of course not her, some fuckin yank - and i am pretty sure they are based in USA but very much UK aimed so GDPR STILL APPLIES!!!!)
2020 maybe a dozen unlawful 'harassing' emails
by now its back up to about 4 or 5 a week...
Right that's enough Malalatime even if bless em there does a i think need to be a little section within: maybe about how many Yank Brit kids are brought up in a 'religion' and how quite extraordinarily most do seem to kindof grow OUT of it, and their childhood pyjamas...
BUT relative is the most important word in the language and
of course 'relative' to poor women fully apartheided by the Talibs, at least when they emigrate they can .... be ruined by Oxbridge; and Ms swift.... and one day be made to take some responsibility for it if their kids grow up and progress....
" mum....you were once THE most beautiful kid in the world, with your defiant smile no matter how the scars hurt.... infectious....
"the great colourblind in one eye, hope.... the only great speaker....
" but what happened....so Swiftly...
To Rotheram you of your actual perfect genius giftly gift of... IRON!
irony, or even self deprication if one gets all oxbridge-to-nowhere being
The Lingua Frog that you emigrated TO!
Even the yanks could last do it
back then
It works...
And as for views, there is an even slightly better magical unthinking
formula
They had even me fooled and defrauded until recently as i was sure they were the last actually HUMAN English
Turns out it can be parroted, and if they had somehow managed to get the patent on old things wearin' Doc Martens to fake bein' hip, when the only way they can afford them was decades workin' for Thalidomide Inc or Monsanto, pink...
the whole of the incommer Cretilate (I DID NOT USE THAT AWFUKL WORD IT WAS A ... who was she? in fact Paradise Saudade needs to be shortened to PS
a Ps on all the cant and vanity years ago i already had a full chronicle of so i just bored as no one wants to play... errata pay
has adopted as compulsorily as if in the Taliban Pyjamaate... of 'or else'...
I mean at least they sort of were a BIT ironic in a way...
which.... I would have assumed a few million.... gets you nearly TWO BILLION views...
I do think i have discovered in that one number the lifestory of the last dull thirty years
Because in 1993 i remeber well how when for a few years - only time, centralish London was my centre of gravity
(only for children reasons)
one already knew.. firstly theyre all wandering S Ken with their heads down in their phones even then...but it was up the Road i still remeber the exact one
by Notting Hill tube
A shop arrives (very expensive lease rates of course)
selling used toys specifically aimed at so called men - grown ones
Miss Oh Jenny
= sexism ... The Don at least helps us there even if of course due the deliverate, it wont work
'tis sexist... i do entirely accept, in fact it is rather annoying in that who was one of my fave ever singers, Ms Hokum? ahhahhh hardly any trace. she, his...'other half' when she certainly made, the above
(for sale: how to live near two years in her Cretinate without ever paying a penny for parking, camping, power; water, or ever having bad posture .... despite their 'bad posture' - as the one on the SAME page, agrees..its everywhere universal ubiquitous the misery everywhere. )
TO BE CONTINUED REALLY THIS ONE LOTS MPOORE TO DO ON
So there is nothing worse than 'hope'. (even if nothing to do with me except work offered, even several dinners promised last year at the home of the cancelled ex lady bishop... who was my friend.... [ her 'Christianity being founded on two tenets, care for the wandering holey-crocked tramp, better dressed than her, and justice.and i was her consultant at great length at how we get them back...]. and still...still.... they bear false witness, a big sentence for being lying people pleasers... and i cannot be done for libel or any other of their dreadful non crimes as every word is recorded as there is no 'solidarity' even among so called Christians ... she told me so many times.... anyway they sit there like Cherubim on strong pot laced with fentanyl ... BEWARE YES ITS COMING HERE NUMBER ONE ADVISORY KNOW YOUR SUPPLIER!!!!
.. smiling and Lady gagaing "hope" .)
It is so much better for you (me) if one accepts there is absolutely no hope....
So there i was (Mrs Bounce doesn't really fool me, to be so plastered with at least an inch of makeup so as to cover up around thirty years of life... is so sad....we really were meant to have PROGRESSED beyond that cultural tinpot dead end of so much time, money, and pollutant in those pots of in fact plastic...)
I never despair ever but at times one must get a bit wry.
And 'response' is all there ever is really... nowadays at least.
And any real philosopher knows that all - all work in the 'community'
or on their cavern of hatefilled torture of poor innocent muvvas their kids stolen and used as torture weapons against them
(see the film i forget its name ... but Lucia was Paradise....
Yes...Listen
So perfectly acted and writ and released in the year of the Great White hope 2020
but the world forgot
became merely entertainment for the ...
I don't know
All of them especially my fat mong mainfriend with his plastic-bound knee...all so cynical.... effete, acedia bubbling out of their snotty Nozes ... not REAlman enough to manage to always have a neatly folded cleanly laundered snot rag always in case one met a REAL Queen.... on the sidewalk
Anyway only once has intergenerational 'trauma' broken through the fatheaded 'gender' barrier and two men bred.... Mister King Martin and Louis the laid Fair one to women
And at 28 minutes in thank god its still there the most perfect communication ever even better than some big black man and his Dreams cos you have to laugh at yourSELF
Anyway for years i have been saying " look its whitey got the problem.. listen to the SIXTEEN year old giving her speeches 2014.... i mean not much gets me really crying on my laptop keys.... .. but in parrallel one could cry for our lot... there is no way ever any Britolite brat is going to ever again communicate so beautifully, simply... as the sixteen year old from a dusty valley kindof stuck in the Middle Ages..... and be walking up Lexington avenue verbally sneering at the 'Hunter boots' as shared lexicon for a certain kind of poseur.... it is sadly not possible.... it cannot be"
And then, in Disney-on-Sea...
A whole county of the Hunters or (worse the flowery ones they wear, their, Glasto midsummer just for show)
just down from one of their eponymous bail hostels and my my the slouchy scrofulosity
There i am pondering the last word.
Which certainly isn't "there is no hope"
As it is so dull the way the stupid (telettubbies is best shared Lex but i dont know if it was still on 2005ish and on) ban you from 'generalising' so...
Painted on smiles everywhere.. when they have nothing to smile about as surely (well in some cultures still you have to EARN your smile)
In the last place in the universe ever, on the beg, (if you ARE going to change the world you have to be organised and have TWO lighters in your pocket always as the energy time and logistics required are... immesurable)
comes the only one who isn't "disneyfied" I think Ive ever met....
righty ho...
a roundup
And there is no point me searching through far too many extemporised 'posts' for that one... i knew five years ago whistling into the wind, but i like to merely be, sometimes on official environmentalist duty last MAy filming the National so called Trust spraying their lands with Roundup professional which they enjoyed telling me was soon to be banned...
And i shamanically knew the future " ehhh...if there is a tough winter the pollinators are already at the cliff edge ... ehhhmmm.... " (ice on the windscreen at dawn the last week once again but this moment NOW i know where all the best positioning is the greenhouse effect begineth..
But anyway.... doin' a "gardening degree" is one thing.... but a degree of actual truth in the field of why
I try.
Or have.
(the Tims - they are the we-men... i knew a few, and first hurdle)
Thing is... they weren't brainwashed they have 'labels', and began to communicate absolutely nothing
(the definition of pseudeia.com is especially for them, we-men.. i haven't rit that page yet)
But a labelled one ... well the end: " you have one thing really goin' for you... one thing is for sure...only your sex has a voice .. for at least a decade.... "
and her smile was not false as she rightly signalled ....
tis true.
(i have three allies middle aged ones who would maybe be able to assist)
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