I'm qiuite sure that fake little so called 'editor' of a so called

 

'Sceptical' magazine will have been on one,  too

 (thats what they all gather THERE for i now realise too... and why they arent ever out walking of course) 

And nobody said...maybe they should have

 ."..  and here's a rehash ...rerelease....cover of Timmy's inimitable ancestral first nation simply unreproducible real thing.... by a new singer,  Sade ..."

Because by only talent, and real soul,  nobody needs to know when you own the thing yourself.... even if it was by someone else... as she did and nobody ever even knew... the truly confident unbrainwashed they are lesser by some Green politician or self serving dire college tutor with nothing original to say but something negative, knowing there is no need.

Now all i know is that good culture makes you cry and even laugh sometimes

 and i have the stories and imagery but i guess this will never be quite the medium

but i don't care ...who knows..maybe thats Up To You

oops ive lost track of whats here and what not, lots more to do soon

the very funniest other day

(from below)

the day we rehomed Bash

A very very totally black rabbit raised by a very very central Steiner big cheese mum so central clique cult,  and didnt i have to know it

But at her nipper home they couldnt handle Bash

I wonder if she told her 'supervisor' 

(A psychotherapist supervisor is an experienced professional who provides mandatory clinical guidance, ethical oversight, and support to counselors and therapists to ensure client safety, competence, and professional development)

when she went and set herself loose on humanity as psychotherapist 

that their house bunny  was so well balanced and had done the right 'work that the moment it was put in a pen with our Hazel

it literally tore its stomach out immediately in a  murderous frenzy

which still makes me laugh, ironically, as in Londoners.... gosh poor things

can't even manage to maintain a dose of placid bunny 

Now..if i were a filmmaker, the problem 

being the 'problem' became the filmmakers

This would be a scene in something alike The Last pictureshow

2009 just when the small festivals of The Marches were being colonised by the kind who only wanted to be filmmakers

or run festivals or be musicians or anything they learned in their Southern media studies or sociology or anything except how to actually look a child in the eye; when you are paid to be there to do exactly that.

When 'community' and caring became merely workshopping 

at a weekend off shopping.

For soundbowls and tarot packs and all sorts of 'spirituality'.

But i shall come to that another day

Playfully profound...

 Righty ho... 

Now....  no drum roll; but merely because of there being no point, of even being being profound...

Well i thought she was but....

But that was the othertime - the nontime...

This time 

three years a totally nontime

And thus my 'chronicle' of this time doesnt really exist other than for the habit of protecting onesself against the worst neurosis which always goes bad for them and they love to take you with them

But randomly seeking, the damn lost periods 

A rather good audio record of

Well at least she was honest.

(even if missed out the horrendous drug dealing around and about which is so damaging and frankly a bit scary, scaring her 'community' to half death...)    

Books mentioned 

file 563 12 sept 2023 

chat with MS Books in St Just...

My records superb for a tramp

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JN0lht52eHaK8BIOfWtaWUbHnHm3N_3p/view?usp=sharing

But ultimately dull that one even if proving someone who deals in the things is often a grown up with whom one can broach as total strangers almost any subject...

Because the true profound came along a decade ago... entirely unplanned merely because of...

letting a YAnk into someone's life who had for years managed without any drugs, stated often in 'medical conferences' at my fireplace  she wished to stay off the nasty drugs... and i know that YAnk secretly having come to visit the lamby, left to die by the local redneck farmer  (on the blower  "nowt to me .. too late in the year all the rest in the top fields now....i wouldv just left in for the crows if i'd seen it..." thats modern farmers) 

And the next day " that  was lovely yesterday feeding your pet ..but...i had to put ALL my clothes in the washer the smell [of ordinary not quite spring, rather autumnal latebirth lamb] lingering made me feel ill ..."

At which point, times two as said Yank was Ms old bag #1 community smiley and extinction rebellion co-stall runner... sweetly smiling so as to con all commers

One new that profoundly the WAsteland was wrong, it all ended decades ago...all sanity that is

As did her victim's whom ended up in the looney bin a few months on - those side effects on the Prozac pack may indeed not be entirely made up to cover their arses

Now that began the cautionary " she will counter attack that one when i say to people what really caused the madness.... beware behind the smiles they are lethal... and will make up any story, especially if they have also recreated themselves as some local Green goddess when in fact they stole the money from probably even the CIA to relocate theyre so ... never what they say they are.... better always have my recorder on in top pocket ever going out into the small community or anywhere in fact....  as sure as ferrits are she will already have begun her PR thrust.... as she knows I am the only one for 50km who ever got anything DONE in society.... she will of course fear only me.... "

So, that chronicle period is super interesting but then...

the gods came along and grabbed everyone by the balls just cos of Nigel's 2%and even if my heart was treble broken an only child only existed as i was working FOR the EU in the EU photographing from the air the EU so that they would be allowed to join when the maps were updated.....

A child who literally is Europe...

And what happened or rather didnt over three years i know is historical every word saved in a wonderful chronicle of attempting to DO... forgetting my recorder was on as is obvious...and just .. capturing what didnt get done....but my ohh my how they ...

well its far more interesting than 'moaned'

Which isn't really for you the browser here as if you did value profundity you would have paid upfront for many more chapters to go

For a decade living only like a monk specifically so that every penny can be saved - not even using the gas stove but infact woodburner duel purpose to cook upon...

as my religion became infact chronicling except its not sexy enough unless i do a bit of Noonan at some point and 'fictionalise'  the exact words...

unbowdlerised... even if beyond suing eyes as you cant sue for what actually did happen, or didnt

And i know the definition of 'public money'  - its not just grants...

which is the point, it is the all sorts of 'advantage' that the lambhating class game, gain, and maintain...all by dint of some 'connection' to someone officially in charge of the public money pot... most of which nobody ever notices

and Noonan so beautifully captured so historically

whist his newspapers of the day i am sure were moaning on about bankers and wanker politicians... none of whom have ever had anything remotely interesting about them, and anyway have far less power than is assumed...

There anyways was a 'lanyard class' even if in the provinces as of 25ish years ago  she invaded with then merely her clipboard

BUt... there is an equation in human affairs which is all terribly simple, which is when you have ANY human who sets themselves up as ..

well they are ALWAYS men... this one the worst of the lot  - using children exactly like the bloke in the last GREAT YAnky culture Don't look Up  where the greatest cinematic injustice  of all time took place and it got the wrong one as these 'soft spoken' guru mentypes ... well arent what they perform ever 

but he - the local one who used children in his PR when not even noticing them as the film version  not as photogenic as all the others i have in a folder somewhere but cant find this exact 'moment'

 

so back to the preused ones for now but i have a far more smug and handome hall of fame later

And as in any endeavour, if a substrata comes along or layer to quote Ms Books,  who are not quite as brazen and not quite as lethally laser focused as the strata male above - gurus we are on now, the next strata down is of course disempowered and even  half crazed with envy that the best non-cleaner jobs have already gone in the rural hinterlands they moved to from near 20 years ago and thus their offering is beyond all great PR and snakeoiled perfect smoothie..

just comedically   con  and over the last decade i have a superb chronicle of themtoo, as retreat, indeed laughing retreat... from those whom did the true damage, them blokes, them babes just a shabby pastiche and usually far less entrepenuerially sound as that takes believeing in yourself for cash when i bet deep down under their hems the spacebabes knew they were just following the herd froma  few staeps behind

i love this photo irrelevent

oops yes the Christians caught on to the big con, too...

bless em

but it was and is even more their books

the acction men get the big books so the babes have to make do with what they're really useless at in real life as meet someone in 'grief' theyre the very first to cross the road

 (and she was....ok oops wrong one what a common name )

Which is also in my chronicle but nothing like as assiduously pursued even if i pursue nothing ever... but i know what is real 'history' and even real 'journbalism' oldschool, just keeping a record of what really is behind the masks within the community

I know nobody else even notices so busy trying to figure how to pay for his superguruing or ...how to compete 

Anyway four years ago near enough i realised that all there is to do in life is attempt to eventually share my rather good Noonan...

I know it is

And although the Annie is possibly the best journalism book about the reality of The Middle East my critique was always she didnt have in enough of the bodily smells and a bit of flavour as she persisted a few months as Saddam was pondering who to do in next ...

you have to have some emotion as long as it's real, for the story to stick...

Never mind for NO smart-arse faux artistic construct, as it wasn't planned i began to just tell a bit of my own story to every random person i met and chatted with especially upon the hills..

But eckerslike as soon as you sit down and start to attempt to get organised efficiently you get taken away from seven years previously religiously doing 50 or 75 km a week and start to get a bit paunchy..

So one has to stop and unplanned start an actual few thousand km per year of Their dodgy Path...

anyway more later but there's a sequence and i still also need to get back to the genius PAul at the church and the subsequent Paul and i chatting about his true genius .. the man paid to help the paupers and infirm deliberately ignored as Paul's way out...from under his smiley lanyard ...

MY journals are real

But more sunshine forst loads ready to cheer the cockles not mine mine always are....

So, before theytoo got infected....

 Being, sorry Ethan Frome...

Infact most of Edith, never mind 

Aurore Dupin....

.... and the most magnificent literary sex fiend perraps of all time,  Collette ... Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, known mononymously as Colette

If they hadn't been far too busy living and upsticking a finger at life, with a  clean finger nail, to waste time doing themselves in....

They may have penned a poem about how both Sylvia and Virginia had to end it all, in London.... so as to be imortalised for really not very good writing

And then there we have the once fabulously sparky Jason,  with his ONLY one rather fasbulously alive ditty, as soon as he mentions the Bell Jar (which you have to call 'English' as as soon as yanks get to English so called universities they lose their mind to a 'history' that was invented just for them - as if Disney-on-Thames, or Cam,  for them to chuck their loot at, stolen over 100ish years by them from the fine Bolivians and miscellaneous other real warriors)  he's in it forever .... 

Never to have another half decent song out there...

Now this is there for a reason, in the recent latest audio not on here yet, indeed a fake journo given sneak preview.

Because even if i have zero interest in any politics mechanics of music, and know ONLY soul.. the real kind...

I also knew the one so called 'artist' who more than any ever in the world ever was so dire and only got rejected by Jools because he was so dire and yet still ...persists... thinking just because he had one of the worst daddies in history who conned the world he could Imagine anything but staying at home in his Dakota getting drunk rather than ever bothering to learjet the lad back and forth which he could have afforded every day, forever... until someone put him out of his misery.  Only at himself.

In short don't tell an artist they are any good.  Or their dad was... which is a weird hard subject. 

Far more interesting is to see the way 'evangelical' Christianity spread around even South America from the 70's due American TV...   which every single person in the world with a non retarded mind knew then was candy floss pollution  that will clog up even the most robust fine-flowing watercourse 

And is literally the reason you have a very prominent 'catholic' Mister Stanley,  almost running The Torygraph these days ...  when i bet you didn't know, that their priests aren't allowed to practice anything ceremonial such as celebrate marriage, outside anywhere but the four walls of a catholic church.... as even Mister Blair knew they were a bit dogy...

Anyway ....wow gosh if only the yoof knew just how remarkably lucky they are...

even if fourty years never actually seeing her face....

until this moment

 is better, to have lived with her since then on your 'mix' tape in the walkman meanderin' the world...

next up after Randy i still recall that one, was the one who broke through such that even fourty yonks ago not one person, of literally everybody in the land who by edict  had her Diamond Life,  ever said "oohh a break through brown lass.."  

I had no idea indeed until just a week ago lookin' err up was in fact from Nigeria...

Nor that for fourty years i was conned by them true deservant goddesses, next on the mix tape the gran finale  - the great artistic writing of Feminine Position which had no agenda, gender, or owt else anyone could make into workshops  thirty years later..

Never mind their simply genius ferkoff number 

all along keeping up the act they were some huckster gang of homely hillbillies whom could have been from Starkfield MAss... when in fact they were pukka Jersey gals

And Jersey girls really are something else.... a machine of projection, anything but back home in Jersey,  i still remember her Karmann Ghia, a fgunny old thing with the worst suspension system ever uninvented  rattlin' around the potholes of Manhattan, her   little gun in her pocketbook...

And nobody would give Helena Faccenda a wolf whistle unless they were her equal armed and dangerous but infact the sweetest thing you could ever meet when she found her man and the peroxide got chucked down the drains.... 

Which is all irrelevant other than to think some shabby bloke who once 'lured' a "Rumanian model" well into her twenties...  to a place when it opened up to their 'public' and not one person i ever knew would be seen dead even thinking " lets go to Buck House and waste a tenner  havin' a look .." 

Is headlines in a place which everyone with a brain on my rambles has confirmed the last few months is Utterly Uttermost  polluted beyond hope...

hahhh but who's REALLY to blame.....

Well, if there's one person above all who should have been drowned in the sewers...

That year... this year.... this very year that (she needs "avenging" ) ... 

the nextermorn after Billy and his band having ragtagged along to her Hollybush as the'd been kicked off their usual festival spot down South and ended up setting up the Hollybush Free festival - the 'eco campsite' where the main attraction was litter bottles and shit left littered in a manner so artful it was Wasteland Apocolypse.... as everyone with a brain knew even then...

    is even told " my god man you're the next Bob.... "

But whom after getting the right girlfriends from his cheeky grin and the same old extremely dull music -the kind that says from the moment they walk onto the stage that we have the right 'vibe' and bohemian instruments, is so forgettable that just like poor JAson they then spend the rest of their careers trying to write just one vaguely artistic bar after theyve been told they're it

And never suvcceeding so in Billy's case a few years later attempting to cash in, via writing one 'save the planet' song and then appealing  to his lovely 'tribe' to follow pied Piper  except not to where  they crowdfund to go and write their next album the other side of the world in Bali and tweet every day to the loyal 'tribe' how the  new songs are developing in his hammock in the tropics about Global warming he couldnt possibly have become creative enough to write  without the plane fare and other 'love' sent by the 'tribe' through their money into his rather successful crowdfuding operation wryly observed over those years... 

which is what actual journalism should be actually perusing

Except the Billies weren't entirely silly billies... as they had stumbled upon the number one region where they could come and spread out... 

ignore eco 'planning' law that was there to protect that river...

have gigs and just leave all the rubbish blowing in the wind...

And rather than any journalist ever even ponder the hypocrisy of the whole damn fraud, the journalist would be first in the queue for the imported magyc mushrooms doubtless from some polluted swamp in Vietnam or Goa where they warm up the pollytunnels with burned plastic..

But what really is the only interesting thing for many years is just how rubbish, artless, unpoetical,  all art became 

as soon as they were told they 'needed' to be supported and promoted and part of the 'community' ..

We see the SW is their home range

How strange errata not, that there's no good art at all for miles except that one...

And i am quite sure they all quantumslit,  their  own main arteries to ....

god this IS 'SUFFERING' for ones artless nonsense

 as Billy (VERY SWestern  - his audience the sort who would drool over the fake Banksy someone's trying to flog in the pub next door) had cornered with his perfect millinery

 the eco Apocalypse gig market...

it becomes about hairdressing

all they have to say 

And confected, mee mee mee im so ... under the thumb of someone else.

oppressed lost lonely disadvantaged 

when in fact you get into the 'school' that indeed ruined art

That 'Brit' age 16 and even a Ted Hughes 'award' some time not too later   

Which i call parasitism.... 

ooohh silly me

errata parasites are fabulously clever super-evolved organisms which learn to live in full symbiosis with their host, often indeed enhancing the host's life chances

whereas that lot merely killed their Golden Goose, selfbbqd it in Bali

gosh i have to be careful pushing 'publish' as yes the underclass modemphone  disconnects randomly and..

ive already lost one spontaneous poetical riff a few days ago..to be cont

 

Now, it really is time.. kairos time, and i have even made a 'TO DO' note

UPDATED

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/cheer-up-now-that-perfect-spring.html

but many more to load and its all nice and abundantly plenishy and full of actual nature and sunshine as against the most fake and crass iconography i have ever seen anywhere in my whole life...even worse than seeing Pravda in it's dying day

I love as its only a collage of true lunacy...

Ai Weiwei where ARE you when one needs just one sane observer...

righty  ho now..

A  against ALL my  many year habits it is a disaster to use a computer or any device in any interactive way after teatime

All i meet and even have to tolerate for periods,  for years is people - women mainly, who cannot sleep at night....why they..also can't think how to actually change the lives they moan about

And without any doubt whatsoever as the science is we are pretty much all the same io know that if i use a device INRTERACTIVLY  - which means to write or communicate as against merely watch a movie perhaps

such as this TRUE gem randomly encountered a few months ago

(i tell all the battleaxes about as the REAL women are really getting rather tired of a certain name this last week.. qa guest appearance on that soon)

Use device interactively after tea time....not necessarily best nights sleep..

never do, always do

but they cannot listen...

However having broken a few times of late habits of a ;lifetime for which i shall suffer... just to spite the meanest ever voyeurs and tossers nosing in excepting three fine donors even if one a bit £10 cheapskate,, who shame the rest..

At last i shall begin MY actual medium - all screeny stuff a mere autodidacitcaldistraction

which is sound...

(as per the interview with a  vary rare thing a German conartist in her small space converted car ion the above page)  

and now i really do know even if three wonderful longchat encounters today upon hills and in library with three true full on battleaxes also HAD ENOUGH....

with your moaning and self pity

IN video above at last  a story ..of the one who above all is totem for why your kids havent got a hope...

but the story told as usual so hurriedly for now..

has a soundtrack

And i have at last written a todo not: get out the audio...of her the woodland 'forest school' public money guzzler ... speaking at 1130 am in front of her poor lovely daughter of how she was pissed and stoned in the middle of the high st on carnival day..

sadly i didnt film her daughter's face...her look my way.... disgusted with her London psychologist Mother Theresa mother 

 but i did record in audio, the true chronicle of  what was there but started..here, and is what REAL journalism is... and thats been my only actual mission for a whole decade

i shall now begin

(ooh i havent even begun yet and a certain famous magazine doesnt know they were corresponding with me last summer instead of some sweet nursie they thought they had hooked to do an expose, and what a true example of utter Telletubine  infantalised hypocrisy even when they're called We-Rootout-Hypocrisy but i have to get out  the actual email stream before i actually name) 

or maybe i did - catch her face..

And i shall find her tomorrow if i write a to do they happen

I have a very very very  well looked after chronicle terabytes of it... and it;'s important as it's not Lord of The Rings it's reality..

And on the 'Greens' and  self appointed 'goodies' when it came to 2016... and a few years on..it's historical.

ooh and theres the best ever how to smile at the dentist, always,  ever ... real therapy

Mine we battled to the death to see who could make the rudest jokes... with his drill in my gob... i would win.

And i was never funny ever ....until.... 

 

SUNSHINE at last. i don't lie

 not ready til 0930

i shall perhaps create a few of these snapshots of the glorious perfect spring and summer

I know they make me forget the rather splendid warm rains for some weeks that enable at least some catching up, and far more important being VERY stealthy as all the Londoners wander by only looking at their feet ..

Sad that nobody notices their grands worth of Brideshead rainwear... all the rest shuffling by as if its  the end Times...

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/cheer-up-now-that-perfect-spring.html

Hahh hahh ive caught you out!

 Now the PURPOSE of the above, oops below

Infact about 3 years of it on 22 Feb this year, is 

...well.... its sad.... they do their 'work' but ...i guess shetoo....

All that Tolle, all that Martín

All that even worse De Botty.... and of course all that Jungian clap trap on their bookshelves to make them look good even when the Prozac runs out... or the hairdye runs..

is for one thing above all, to learn there is NO POINT lying to yourself... 

never mind those of  far lesser import, you...

And even if your Oracle girl fans wouldn't know what 'pure' means as theyre all on The Roseland swimming in sewerage coming out of their own gobs, too.....  nor woukld she.

Purity is if i say i never 'LOOK' at 'stats' i mean it although there is one unavoidable lookings... which is on the 'new post' page it says the viewers of the last few .... 

And occasionally i may look at the meta data which in the summer had often 4000 readers a day...

 And i hope they never come back wherever theyve gone as they could have had no idea what fun was ongoing... that to some extent must be told...soon..

Anyway but i NEVER 'dig' down into viewerships.... ever.... i have a life - deliberately keeping irrelevant lifeless items like you or who you are well out of it...

which is THE key to being a bit creative or at least thinking for onesself spontaneously... even the slightest thought of whom or why ...you are there takes away...

from just me and whatever ineffable nothing there is...

But if pressed i would assume: no way do English people peruse my waffle.... I can't lie and theyre even worse than Yanks as at least YAnks dont pretend to be all modern enlightened and knowing which makes the Britolite brigade worse for you indeed than an Armalite

Which i am pretty up front about

Likely if there were tell tales which is ALL the British became.... even genuinely dangerous - this is rugged t-potter land

plenty of fuckin flags...

I mean just the accurate journalism " i once went around a few wonderful decent people in central London those ladies of the night although in the daytime when i do my socialising as the night is for dullards asking them what their clients liked

" straight sex dont be daft....nursie costumes... plastic bags over their heads... schoolboy uniforms a bit like that ausie from Ac/DC... but you want straight sex i think its so long since ive had to perform that one ive forgotten..."

And then i have yet to get to how 2020 the first one on rural greensingles find a farmers wife dotcom indeed only one was a self confessed Dominatrix ... who SAID she was above the hysteria but never actually managed the drive in her new car she was bragging about  due all the London cash she could bring in  now via telecommuting from dumpsville Ross-on-Wye .... which never was the actual countryside but some estate agent conned her it was tranquil enough so she could enjoy her punters screams...

Anyway i never look never dig but assume that my viewership is -1% Bintlish..... all the rest too busy on Only FAns jerking off to videos of  others who can afford the BSDM they  so require

Unable to even understand simpler desire

MAybe 50% yanks as theyre too thick to ever actually understand nuance and also have all the bots

And one did in the old days (10s)  get lots of foreign traffic... so....

But i am a slight poerfectionist strange but true for an ultra simple one...

And if i load something i generally TRY and check its there even if so superfast scattergun some wont have got into these playlists as in each page of links... (more efficient than ridiculous Youtubes make playlist function which takes longer)

and... if there is a  bit of music yes you get your 'copyright' gobbledygook notification...  and one must generally take care as as we know their ts and cs not even they know what they are before they 'strike' you

BUt expecting as usual yes they are must picking on the poor Ruskies - the ONLY 'territory' they ever ever block anything in....

but better confirm....

and what dyer know what a surprise!... you are  a majority of ....

weirdo must-love-to-be-pissed-on

creepy

 BSDM...mmmmmm

can-only-get-it-up-being-insulted...

cheap thrill self hating but so useless at your self hate you need to be artfully told why every day.....

i mean even the thickest spastic ever invented has got you on its radar..

The Portuguese expression for something done only for show or to create a false impression of compliance, quality, or progress is "para inglês ver" (or "para inglês ver e português crer"). It translates literally to "for the English to see," originating from 19th-century laws meant to impress British inspecto

well fuck off elsewhere as this is solid all the way through pukka unperverted real...hard...wood

 ... 

irrelevent they think they are but never

even if i need her artistic skills so may have to find a way especially as she correctly says  after VERY sincere second sighting, she is an artist who cant create any art

anyway yes so so much more to attempt to put a bit better and now i know  you can't affiord pukka BSDM only me i feel sorry for y'all  so wont suggest you're even meanies or your paint is flaking off as well as your soul long ago only flaky

all i care is i have done my spring cleaning way way ahead of schedule

Yes if it were Mr low Wattage

NOT FINISHED PROPERLY for a few days 

but this is sketch enough for now..

(i think i shall send it to the first artist... who was so rude...now she's been dumped maybe she may have got her soul back... it may help her get it back sooner, assuming she ever had one..) 

*******************************************************************

.....he, your Alan,  would have it edited down to 5 paragraphs -  about all his bimbo Telletubbine readers can manage at any one time... before needing another drugfix or 'vintage' shopping trip.. to suss out any holes in the 'market' they can colonise rather than have to get a proper job bogcleanin'...

But that takes lots more time and energy  - and that's the POINT!

Even if i haven't succinctly made it yet well i have but you will have not bothered to listen..

to such great long rambling audios with all sorts of cheeky real factoids woven in..

 

And of course alike the " so why don't you leave then if you hate the Aisle so.." bimbos, who wouldn't prethink before opening their gobs (thoughbubble or maybe a CONVEDRSATION point) " maybe he is one of them 80% who have a child and wouldn't leave even actual hell, for a pretend playschool better  version of it, like here,   if there's even a millipercent chance said child may benefit from him still being around and FULLY present for her no matter what...  as that's what real men do ohh i never met one in this sceptic shopping aisle ..that's my excuse " 

Right back to the big one

I love writing in the big one

(some to be cont there 

i have a perfect memory and know every loose end to be pulled back in from even years back)

And infact there is a 'proof' of never ever ever rising to any extremely rare insult or nastiness - anyone else would have dobbed him in for unpleasant threats just for 'loitering' in a deserted tourist layby... the only brush with sad lonely sour old officialdom in  a decade in fact

But my handwriting is in better than ever flowy artiness considering also in a hurry to make the most of the warmth and all writing is done balanced on knee...

(no time to edit or select clearest pic) 

P1

p2 

p3 

films next, sort soon proving truest homespun loveliness always and only a FEW 'natural' things around like emotive stones found at the beach one day or HAwk feathers if you are such an emotional pipsqueak and con artist you have to perform for your useless i-learned-NOTHING book,  'grief' when a parent dies  more or less at his allotted time...

but the 'look' all lovely and homespun minimal with one Nolde on the wall even if a 30 year old poster found in a phone box in London  - i would never TELL anyone is from London as you drop out to drop OUT... and be new....even if indeed ideally nowhere, .... cos the last place was neurotic bullshit  never mind  every Tom Dick and Harry  going Tom Dick and Harry,  as the market girls are so sourpuss,  and even  by 1994 100% lost even then to Vudu ... and snake oil ops...

In one sentence, the most mortal woulds of all require no dressing..

of creature comforts  or even expert shabby chic (even if enforced due fabulous poverty )  tones and soothing just-the-right colours.. or even bourgeois super sorted fuzzy cages.. indeed all such dressings take away from the only thing that speeds eventual recovery: NOTHING... and ideally nobody ..as everyone thinks you are a ,lost ferral tramp...  with nothing useful to say... even if the simple fact of the Britolish, unlike the fine Europeans,  is they so cleverly invented the concept of when someone has had a great loss or wound and is in grief, cross to the other side of the road... 

An even better curative....  know you are not, as, il faut...

To keep up with their dull Joneses.... whether she took Tatler,  Homes and Gardens or Chat magazine...all the same dull Monolith...

Anyway LOADs more "wound🙏" to come as the above works... when i know nothing else can...

but there is wound 🙏🙏🙏 when you are sat a few days ago uploading dozens or hundreds to come....and the second you upload the first of these a certain song well known comes on the wireless...

and if the above has worked, you just...laugh... that ferkin' Rita proves once again she is effable and female as only one of them could have such a rascally sense of humour

and self censored too as there is nothing more embarrassing on the planet than admitting to have once danced to Mister Creepy Bumfluff's

 stuff....

  

Anyway righty ho....

where has this dull day gone?

Ohh yes all day partly rebooting all here 

there's even GOING to be a guide.... 

soon

in progress

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/index-at-last.html

But to start at the beginning at last ten years late but .... what no SWestern naycher guru would even KNOW about no matter how much they rip you off per ashram smile

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/what-being-in-nature-for-your-mental.html

But then there's no cure for their mental health means they dont do owt about anything i tried (should be in the Deaf School one)

"saying hello"

 Not that there's any point saying ANYthing in her hinterland to anyone...

Which is great - to bugger off into it, and discover just how flat it is...

That's the three dimensional version of 'flat'

Now i hate to be a liar and deceiver which i ain't

Nor do i use english like a Southern "tart"  - not my word, and use the word 'them' when it should be something more grammatically correct like 'those',  other than when i live within a splendid inner world of bobbing around all of them - places to do things within, or upon, to be precisely correct. 

And all Miss Use of the dodgy quite inadequate language, is for poetical and mindful purposes - the realversion when the real version of lived poeticals combines with actual mindfulness, not some made up nonsense to make the 'maker' look good as she can't get her act together and become a ubiquitous 'maker' of the most absurd theme parked tourist trinkets ever meandered through.... and that's just the art, except for one fine woman ...well two really but the first may be shy i don't know communication is impossible in this region of nothing ever really seems what it is....  such as a seemingly pleased countenance upon reencounter.

Not my problem.... one day i shall find my way back not up North as she saved my feral life by dragging me here as it's five degrees warmer on average, and anyway i was only passing through so as to ..

hmm? see what needed putting in the proposal?

But of course it has to be in the failed alcoholic nonwords of Mr Watts they all so so lap up... when basically all he could ever say was ave another bevvy and forget about tomorrow and here's a clever dick 'spiritual' reason why, too...

And when your audience is mainly  - or was at first, wan looking birds who haunted S Ken 'vintage' market buying or selling second hand clobber as Mick N Keith up the road had chucked you out as being rather too off with the faeries, of course they're going to lap up his so erudite and splendid smock-clad deliverances from.... well basically Mister Brand copied him, too, to get the same girls... none of whom want to ever know REAL solutions to anything as that takes hard work...  being unpopular too so those girls will walk on by, entirely unable to differentiate passion - the thing you need to tolerate the dull girls who poretend to care about anything, and 'anger' - me i havent had for decades infact never really... which is what a FULL fully rural teenagerhood shoves into you as a lifelong injection cure remedy and prophalactyc...

which of course they hate more than anything else as the non rural only has confected or even hyped emotion as tool...  even if they all stab away so as to be able to afford the latest expensive  'meditative' healing,  retreats.. retreatING....from themselves   all dressed up in an expensive woolly so they can 'find' themselves .. at some cold damp yurtcamp  - the only difference or differentiation - indeed class differential, is the scabby underclass ones are usually next to a motorway and the more Homes + Gardens lot have their up in the hills where ground rents are five times more, for nothing as there's no 'wilderness' anywhere in the SW i know ive been off on a mission looking for it...

Just very angry blokes ...which is what tourism does anywhere in the world always will always did...

Nothing to do with me .. learned to exist in my own parallel universe ignoring even then colourful kagoules.... only tourists wear even when they're identifying themselves as traveller or  the more popular common as much nowadays 'adventurer'...

Which is the saddest of all modern pursuit as the only worthwhile adventure ever is being nobody nowhere with nothing purposeful ever to do... as you know nobody else would even 'get'  your Henry lifestyle albeit with rather less 'DELIBERATION' as thats the problem...

(NOTE TPO SELF THE ULTIMATE ZEN FILM ...from about winter 2015/16 or maybe the one before  or after - december....  the previous two months unusually warm (when living 8 years on an actual cold swamp - weird... listen to the 'your history is wrong' audio ) and that september i had done a really once-a-decade ferret cage refurb - my my the care i had taken! all wood so carefully dried out for many days under glass and if the sun was out all day, in the dried our air, blahh blahh...  dig out every smallest bit of rot, three coats of creosote which takes at least 6 days if done properly - a couple to dry between coats...  like.. the rolls royces of finest old proper wood hutches, well maintained by a dillegent ye olde schooler... even if their woner was never to see them again....

[You ACT, and carry on acting,  as if the best obvious thing for mutual benefit (having pondered the pros and cons for at least a few years) will come to pass...no matter what passes; or  some other act  may scupper....

(my lived philosophy - and i know no wiser, period and ive read thousands of yogi t-bag labels and even some Alan Watts  until the projectile vomiting became too sour-mouthing  for even me to bear) ]

...ehh yes ... at least 75 hrs over a month of fabulous zen fixing and refurb...

All ferrets  - Fifi, Leon, and a few of their lassie kids for him to incest with once a year  when it gets musky, which DOES actually cause them to live longer as lassie ferrits die from  not havin' a ruck once a year - as earlier covered in audios maybe jotting, too....  a perfect philosophical ehhh.. parable .... back in their homes after a few weeks for the creosote vapours to fully evaporate and  go and pollute the biosphere  ... the fixer so so smug and truly at one with nature and himself and all is well....

Until a  mid December all preparing to go Winterings  - baton down the hatches (extreme wind funnel  bearing down upon my backdoor from the NW  - from the hills  ..and of course one has earned a very wintering winter bathing in ones own smug plenitude of  cosy looking after onesself what do they say now ohh yea self care... crackly fires wood piled up high.... happy snoring ferrets )...

and .... 

I WILL FIND THE FILM NOW!!!! as i am so zenned and all is prepared for y'all  even if the meanness is returning, that abundance of beggars bowl (i do have ralphmendicant google identity too as of a decade back, but never really rolled him out  - as a pisstake on BEGGARS) gold n silver over a  few weeks  just to trick me into thinking i dont ever again have to tolerate an Illusionista...

which is bad for you