righty ho simplify even more

the several buttons across the top are now only one which goes to one solo seperate page where a guide will kindof soon maybe appear..

if one ever got a quiet workspace

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

"and what pray tell are the bees in YOUR bonnet?"

 which is how a decent inclusive actually 'aware' person - me, attempts to take forward almost any new communicatrix into communicating when they confirm they wish to do just that ...

and then line two " i love to know what others buzzy ones are and then if i can maybe  just gently add in things in a non mansplainy way ..just eco / body science from years of knowings or even if we must use local voodoo sales vernacular 'learnings'  

nope no point ...

even that must be against some folklore I'm not 10,000 hr genius to have divined...or maybe i didn't  use that word thats the problem!

My only real bonnet bee the last 6 mths is every slightest Source slither of the same old but more concentrated effluent triggers so many lovely abundant memories of past effluences prior to 23...when i schismed, due the effluent

And i would love to have been able to catture every smallest 'moment' as all part of what to do or at least Ragged Trouserdly attempt to collect about the past; but i run out of notepads batteries to use in torch and never mind the disaster laptop of course is bust after going back last day of warranty for a ferkin fix..

(even if the true artfulness in getting an address wait til i write a poetical essay about that true genius moment)

And then there are so rare moments of actual 'hope' that do indeed keep one winking at the faeries and pixies " if you make me laugh like she does, well... i may believe in youtoo.."

THE answer as there really only is one (who did i speak to a fgew days ago yes i remember the kraut explaining via story how they CAN still laugh at themselves....not here any more...  "  which is a fair enough subspecies of fascism-lite..

of course i heard the utter hate in the silent observer as i said so....(thats only ever self-hatred - funny word that, almost gramatically,  implying that it is in the past...) 

The one thing above all you cannot ever even hint at is as follows: "..ehh..i was a self obsessed twat even if i had read ALL of Pilger - so effete it turned me on and i still didnt DO owt like 'take part..'...and only 25ish years ago looking at, cuddling my own lovely bundle of ectoplasmic joy did i say gradually to myself ..'if you really do love her...well 'take part'...  surfeit of democracy decent ecosystems plenty to do.... if you don't well do you really love her?.... and then i began to take part....and realised by about 20 years ago 99% of conversations with pretend urban guerrilla types warriors for truth and all that..... even those whom had truly suffered at the hands of the Stalinist Social Servs.... quite soon on in any new interaction a standard line would occur: ' well i have the  essay / photos / screenshot / legal files.. except my laptops bust and i cant get at them at the moment ...[meaning never as they never learned how to fix anything and commercial fixing pricey]....    thing is ... even like the Powys ex CAmden town decades ago hasbeen once boho woman i employed in my online bookselling buiness 26 years ago...professor of IT no less.... even she didnt have the habit of always without fail double backing up and she lost a month of book cataloging ..no backup....unbelieveable.. cost me loads.... never mind lots of lost hair....  so the thing is is that NONE of my generation developed sane sensible habits double backing up their online docs.... so of course they never taught the next generation to always do so no matter what....and thus every younger next generation its also default... British parenting, as a fine Serb once said... down the bog decades ago.....  funny that every online 'activist' type as in the woman i knew well with every single label invented to hide her scatterbrain inability to just back up her digitals...of course it becomes ultimate exceuse for never following through the many many projects she stated she was to save the local community, by..."

And then you REALLY can't say: once you have or your DAD maybe thrashed you within an inch of your ...  metaphorically of course via i aprove of gentle parenting except it needs to be rather repetetive with loads of fun STORY about reality

if i were writing a Mossycrow book rather than caring only about dresses i would address such problems theatrically ... there was a  teenager who caught on his phone a cat levitating and having a chat with the faeries circling the ceiling...  but just as s/he was about to get a billion youtube clicks uploading it.... the phone bust before plugging it in ...and it was lost.."

cos s/he didnt immediately back it up.

Because infact the usb ports werer rather worn from the amount of times someone understandably inserts a pendrive the wrong way up...

as their dad or even yummy mummy was always too busy heroicly applying for disability benefit money and extra taxis as the kid's in a  phase...to teach her him that there is always  sane solution such as marking your pendrives and anything else that may need to be plugged in in a hurry.... 

which is the RIGHT way up?..(and every one of hundreds of feeling if the plug goes in this or that way actually does slightly degrade the socket end such that sooner or later  -sooner if HP, it becomes unusable...). before always double backing up offline every single file ever always.... simply no exceptions ever in NArnia or hell, oops the same thing...

as that may be the one that actually pays for the taxis you get...errata got...cos youve conned someone (except maybe 5 or 10% who congenitally REALLY are)  your kid is innately wonky rather than  having a phase of not being as attentively parented as ideal... even the cavemen and women managed..

or we wouldnt be here

especially now that taxi cash has ...RAN out

as none of my generation EVER got involved in simple ordinary sane politics....actually grassroots common as muck-sense

nope... no point swatting at that bonnety bee as literally nobody at all ever can ever think, metoo...

maybe i should...listen

to someone with experience of what ACTUALLY matters as first stage before taking on ANY cause ever...

As i certainly applied to myself

As of course i was far too good, too.... to bother with such simple first steps..

Until i learned by bad act of course - hair torn out...money lost!

Best thing about it THE one person who was paid to teach even my generation in adult evening 'learnings'...

and i have it in writing

The real end and start at the beginning

I need HER on side...

Funny thing is the Israelis are so so FAkebooky its daft which of course became the problem...

Why havent they surely a bit reality based, realised this yet ? 

Re....boot.... the real work done, first... probably too late but we shall see

so they say do something for 10,000 hours and you get to be a genius at it

well ive put in at least 15,000  the last decade or more...

And the standard Britishbabe quip will be 

"you can ever be genius of us"

But sorry i am old school as the rural lands will always be oldschool

And the faeries aren't going to fix the environment nor even ensure the local rural school stays out of special measures.. that takes, or took, hardnose people 'of good faith'. Actually staying on script - keeping to the simple obvious 'cause' especially if strategy and objective discussed properly.

But all.... lasterregion 75%, thisterone 99% became only about one's 'look'; one's projection of certain entirely artificial lifestyle markers. From the fancy wicker basket, to desperate need to fly off to some ashram and get 'life saving' 'healing'... 100% Narniac  dystopia of ..mee... all deny of course.

And... (no interest in Dooneshire other than it's even more stark here  - so thrilling to discover The Source... back only to lasterregion soon....)

I believe in something ... beyond or who knows what, inside the bottoms of the clowns laughing at us from some quantum parallel many worlds, universe, unknowable, ineffable...  beyond the standard 'materialist scientific' model... but i havent the first idea what it is or what it is 'for' or what we are for... and i also know that ANYone ever who has claimed they do is a fraud 100% semi loon either a bit 'rapture' sick or attempting to make a living from 'it' rather than get a propper job, like being a cleaning man... or lady.

Anyway i adore the overwhelming pictural Wasteland and ever ever more insane nomenclature.. Almost all the SWest utterly lost to.

(As one superb occasional walking partner agrees)  

Of course all of this is a comfort blanket  - tjhat fails to comfort

And just as all 'Buddhist' 'meditative' 'practice' a great excuse for never ever doing anything grown up.....such as the dull unsexy not-trendy work of joining the council....  the only way i am aware of anything ever getting nudged a bit in the right direction. Unless they're Capital G Green..

But what lovely poetry ONCE!

"to navigate the vast inane"

Exactly, the merely inane...  all below is, merely... but spreads as if it's some answer - maybe i am wrong but i know i am not as i know the real thoughts of those unable to join in with this buzzing around Lord of The Flies  ...fraud.

That is extraordinarily prejudiced against anyone not coming metaphorical cap-in-hand exactly in accordance with their pretty fascist Temple talk and walk.... 

That all started here - rather well summarised indeed. 

The Long View: Deep Fakes - Seeing is Believing

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002s4cv

Not really about 'deep fakes' far more about 'theosophical FRAUD' and falsified faeries...rahh rahh 

So interesting: "some [ magyc marketeers] were even prosecuted for FRAUD.." 

******

So, all recent iconography of no interest to me until i manage to get back to the first seven years meandering and capturing the weird new unreal 'reality' that took over The Marches - once THE 'environment', but no longer as as the tarot /  weegee / astrological shamanian nonsense took over (via ONLY such incomers) ,  and more importantly was adapted into 'spirituality'  - as it's a larger market, then homeopathic wellness for dogs - no one speaks of only the wealthier being able to afford, the environment collapsed as the formerly 'people of good faith' who may have protected it and even gotten involved with the local school on the PTA .. rather spoent all thir time on their 'soul' or rather when mine feels a bit more plenished i shall make a business out of selling the formula - that never is as its merely sold in bottles of some supposed 'natural' remedy... that never was

All pof which takes up SO much time and money so of course they dont have time to go to the local planning meeting in say KIngton to block the next megga chicky factory

They then spend the next decade moaning about

now 'suing' Cargill for cash they never earned as they never attempted to STOP Cargill... 

rather just shared a few virtuous online signals they...

i have no idea what 

 but i love seeing it all so starkly - indeed compulsorily

Their aesthetic

which of course is a time consuming  arms race:

who performs in public the most plenishly

abundant

in 'love'

when i know not one ferker cares about anything beyond their own back garden fence    

But back soon to another 'case study' as this one had major  'cultural capital' - meaning " i was a LECTURER in the fab new people universities .... on how the citizens grass roots organise" 

Funny that.... a decade tending some local (lasterregion) grass roots - even with me scything with her side by side... 

One never saw or heard of her actually DOing anything relating to the regional environment 

except show off via ever more yummy so so grassroots complainant 

controlly mumbo jumbo

Far easier than actually doing a speech at a hustings for example

Anyway soon

several sort of real books about SMILING always....coming up

Even if there is absolutelly no point, the one whom 2 years ago face to face you help out with local knowledge " that chap who is lingering...look bless him but he is a bit mad hes always here sort of hustling hes so lonely but i see him occasionally angry and going even more full swiveleye  he is the only one in the whole of PAstyshire 100% cert if i were you woman in van parking here i would be wary.... ive been here 6 mths i have no fear ...except for him"

funny old world behind the ENDLESS sometimes thrice a day digital hustle

behind painted on smiles

well there is an art in being so only selfishly barefaced

not even a thanks or one word of manners

 and still keeping a smile

 

oops that belongs elsewhere - soon

so all this 'love' I just wish Huxley were lovingly reincarnated as he would have a better parable or ten to write

all 'wild' - the ultimate PR word Dooneshire 

funny ive only seen one whom is

 my wonderful elderly co conspiritor

BUt as we return back to lasterregion the real hurt starts in that some were seen as potential real eco-ally

Time...loads! invested in them

Extreme sifting...

" you alone seem to have ehh some balance [2020] and care about us living on in the real world.."

And thats the story.... winter 2020/21 its quite clear that almost every single person with free time who had once worn a pair of wellies on a walk in the park attempted to jump on some 'spiritual' or ... 

well they used to call it just 'lifecoaching' ....

 grift

100% grift....

Except a grift that is far more serious in that...

IT not only doesn't work, it causes the exact opposite of what it purports.

As The Queen of it all - healing, spirituality, wellness and all of it said to my face 3 years ago me the only person there (due loyalty to her lad reasons ) helping her do the bankruptcy paperwork and attempting to stop the blatant harassment - even online attacking her 10 year old boy! by me dealing person to person all her ......creditors

" simon.... the 'spiritual' people..... my my i had no idea that as soon as they had lost a few hundred quid.. [ to her semicscam fraud 30 or 40 k of upfront payments for pitches in a  healing/spirituality/ massage/vibes and world music,  festival that never happened - never could in truth]  they suddenly become such vicious bloodlusty Rottweilersmany have been my friends...my 'tribe'...for years. "

I had no idea - what a superb real film it would make especially as for my own protection every word recorded, how truly thick they ALL were...

"! listen...so i am taking your call on her [ill] behalf...as i have said i always will ...no hiding any more her your many year friend, head in sand .... i have published bank statements and photos of entirely bare cupboards, even an iminent application to court petitioning for bankruptcy and its porridge if you lie on that form... ... there cannot be ever a more open frank description of NOTHING left in the cupboard to pay back the few hundred quid you are owed... i have clarified IN WRITING is recognised as owing to you....  theres no house, only a 300 quid broken banger in the drive... nothing for any court to grab and pay you with ... i actually care about your time youre now on your dozenth call and ... dont seem to be able to LISTEN to qa full and frank description of reality.... you are wasting your time and also stressing YOURself..out....  as stated in writing and you can verify...not going anywhere lad in local school ...  attempting to return to earning via yoga.... if possible in 6 mths year may just be able to start some minor repayments... literally cant say anything more...[for the dozenth time]...  you are meant to be spiritual and mindful well...'pray' for your old friends gradual return back to strength and balance ..." 

nope doersnt work either

i have never encountered such Narniac vitriol dressed up in tie dye censoriousness...

I even felt sorry for her.... 

https://wildworldfest.blogspot.com/

great real life story of YOUR times, though

They are all 100% an illusion.... i dont jump to conclusions i live 'within' scenarios quite sincerely - duel purpose - see if we can fix it, if not the story is universally interesting  - in a Huxleyan way...

or of course George.

All i need is a desk for a year....  which like as eckersnot will never happen..

shame that so much useful material....

All about last region.

Funny thing is about this one - a sort of 'equation' of Narniitis -  when one (not me them) are surrounded by it for a decade or more so so deep Narniac Monsterosity then a few...just a few...seem to come out the other end, spitting!

Not at me, at them....

I know..i found them...just a few 

But will one ever take the next step?

There's even cash in it - a worthy career and valid avoidance of cleanin the bogs

Right back only on the chronicle, now..

some of which will appear here..in a fun way it all makes me smile

ohh yes that title - 10,000 hrs - i am not stupid, i knew only sane female energy - DOIng stuff, for real,  can work in rural environmental areas...  ive spent about 15000 hrs suucking up to, bolstering, so so intelligently nudging empowering complimenting...

only to find alliance fellowship.

I thought i was  bulletproof genius,  of reading the signs (or as they say here 'reading the room' to seem all zeitgeisty hip happening) certainly by 10,000 wasted hours

And still .. the occasional one slips through under my never trust one of em radar... 

... 

ohh well but each time the 'art' in it or even jokes do get better so .... it's still inadvertant mutual benefit - errata as bullshitting always harms one more in the longrun... the shitter

Me... i like being a shittee.... 

as soon next films will show

 

silly me

often happens but then a decade of So many excruciating time wasters ... i self-forgive, plenishly

this 'post' written and published 27 28 feb .. wasn't visible due it being set up as a 'page' and sometimes i make them as private stand alone..invitations to special ones..

one day they will all be decloaked to infotain my masses here ... 

but this shouldnt have been a page should have been a post

 https://www.ralphschism.com/p/the-problem-rise-of-zackarites.html

i only noticed as ..theres a controversial page set up i was going back to tend....i know ONE, indeed two, fabulous (like me pure progressive before the impure ones hijacked that word) " no-more-of-this-bullshit", women, agree with every word

But i need a third

so....

 Now, i need...them.

When you know what you want.  And have had the most methodically plenished abundance of exactly what you need, winter....ever.

And hear that your heroines were so damn intelligent-footstampy all along...

And know there is only ever a what, now...

Well, i have HER ....in writing! as a fan :-)

 of her woodman hulk  JOBBERman.. (she saw my hurtle-'dance' 

down her plank and said "what skill!" )

Thing is.... now if anyone were to think about one's 'reputation' or even identity. There is one woman in the whole of Dooneshire County....

That nobody can, or would dare, argue with! 

How on earth...!!  what evil faerie magyc is this!... when her, technically my lifelong 'enemy',  as i am always on the side of the little man, or fox... is my main regional champion! What bizarre twists and turns life took..

Even if all i care about is 05.30 to about 08... 

that thing... which is far more pronounced in wintering, 

when there really is NOTHING

especially coldish morns of truly no hope

Life is no joke

And the groovy philosophy comes as if..compensation,

 even if everyone else except the sixty somethings

just a stupid cowardly stuck, nation 

of really no ones

But if we must come soon to the problems

What a moment, true Huxleyan Lords of The Flies

Truculent Teletubbies on acid  ...  

reflux at the slightest notion

 that constructive critique

is the same as love-of-people,  potion

The END

So, 'caring' and ....

 ..... well not only to PROVE the theory, neigh FACT

...at last

yesteraft

but i have real shamanic second sight and know what the future answer is to the only question: 

  " so....ehh...so....such an old one..... sixty four hey... and so fabulously skinny.... so ehhh.... do you have anything WRONG with you...?.."

twas her look, of : 'what are you talking about..' 

" ... well..... every single other one i've encountered here defines themselves usually in sentence three as having some... health or other mental deficiency....funny that,  in the wealthiest place around... "

Never mind a sense of humour at LAST!

Twice...

But the first proving my 'theory' - not telling!

The second my friend...  " your dangerous....you remembered! you have a memory even at your old and stooped age..! i find it astonishing the mass narcissism theseereabouts most cant even recall what one chatted about a few days afore... too busy listening to only the sound of their own voices i guess...not you......so sha;ll we go to the ceiligh...? ... or maybe not unless i have protection... ohh you know of the over-controlled sad little one.... "

" ohh...you KNOW him!! wow.... his real photo book of the region i saw and almost weeped its like rather than tell some theme park version all ... errata ALL the younger ones are addicted to.... he captures the QUESTIONS in his photographs ...  you know that there is more behind the camera or some scrap with the farm next door in the eyes of his subjects... .. REAL country life....  god how funny as soon as i mention a problematic illusionista of a promissory note really caused me serious winter hunger, due the games the lonely old rich ones are addicted to rather than simple trad 'man managemen'........you guessed immediately who or is it whom....?"

.." and the nagging.... god.... i mean youre a lonely sheepherd or woodsman up in them ills and you want real conversation politics or something real to pass the day around and all they can do is nag about things they saw just the day before,  are always dealt with such as tools always not only stowed away but like Ralph taught me as a child OILED before you put the sawblade back in its sheath.... nope.. theres no hope i just pity them...but not you.... you know Jesus even if non existent invented constructive critique, its ferkin civilisation..... you are THE answer to it all.... and as for the 'Green' i was chatting with yesteraft...my god she got the best personal  compliment ever about her new stiff brush...... but as  soon as one mentioned reality ' the rivers and streams here are fuckerooed baby...'  she actually started screaming in  a public place about  how dare you with your negativity ... if i had a babe sat next to me she would never have dared even disagreeing... same as at the JOBS:... if they know you are in a secure couple they treat you with respect.... if they think you are a solo bloke [ONE fab exception]  they chip away at you, and so so gameplay...  funny old world....not quite the one Kings College, BBC and all the rest project....  ahh yes but we realised we both knew exactly whats gone awry the first time we met...i remember every single word.. when they are so so such a  relief! .... " 

NOW!

I have three in tghe bag. The proofs of the pudding

NOw i can write what i know is THE only possible 'answer'  - solution, to the flurries of slurry....

Not into their rivers, thats temporary

Even if they are megga majority

There is only one kind of 'fascism' ..

call it 'lite' as i do...

same old cant vanity conceit

Not one would ever stop to think:

"an extraordinary combo.... bridging across forever

meetin' Mid pond....

when i watched it my my it hurt me inside

as it said " careful...or this will ALWAYS be youtoo

youtoo 

youtoo

all of us, even proven self appointed goodies

 have this in us, every single word 

never mind act, especially unseen unherd

must be treble checked: am i not just as bad

in nett effect or unintended consequence

 as the last baddie i so piously and ....

whats the word, censorious you know

my memory superb

a few days ago i got the wrong word

not Camus  as rit,

 Kafka.. not lit

they teach FULLY in our universities 

quite deliberate

as Kafka said, youtoo,, always"

Fascism is when one projects education, and some or other goody goody ideology

and yet suggested: 

" all humans almost always end up just like Donald

in Land of The Blind

so history has always said

not my opinions, nor unique thoughts from my head

i merely do listen, and do what I'm told

by sages, afore me... no matter how old 

with just a little contemporary spice... 

fleshy as thats modern, UV and IR nice"

So, me and the ONE and only MOUNTAINbabe...

we linger

If there are actual selfies faeries or fuckwit gnomes with an Ai chip that lights up their dumb eyes

like them 'ashram smiles' 

(the REAl ones all three of them, all love it "copyright me one day my tracts will be....  Nunanised likely long after im rotting on the compost heap!" 

they will be looking down up on us.. the way she smiles a real one 

and lingers in the lanes as we riff...

("fuck me bit of an a age differentiation but anyone would think them two are in love.. recon she probably knows there's two  fekin effs in affinity, too...and how they sit aside each other the back of the second one takes the stabby little horizontal part of the first one....as if its only friend ")  

" i wrote to some arts org the other day..... you're not even  allowed of course to suggest if Nan Goldin  had done some REAL perfart a year or so earlier about how i wont blame Sackler for myself becoming a junkie as only I can stop being a junkie...  well a quite good siger with some soul wouldnt have junked herself off out of this life..as only she did it nobody else ...but of course they can't take that even as an opinion to communicate around...nope.... ghosted forever " 

" problem is yes they are 100% responsible for all hate crime - just self hate as finding new solutions, by thinking for onesself as we do... are the opposite indeed almost love....    but just now and again ..

i mean our yoof  or in my case young mannery

it all went a bit hairspray wonky

problem with her Sarajevo.... 

no one wrote a great song about it...

 and sadly the fact of life thats not allowed in Gweek or 

especially Source places...

THE great spirits souls and intellects

silverliningistas...

fuck me listening to that Roula the other day....

made all the other 99 days of plattitude crap attitude

just ... not exist."

Next time will be:

" poor things..  Dwayne's Prs clearly should be sacked... or shot 

(OOPS CANT SAY THAT STATED 'PACIFIST' OR NOT - for 'shot' insert locked in a cage with Mister Change-his-mind for ever) 

nobody told him, every single every other one except the real woman from Beirut

 for months indeed several years...

every single one now, by default,

claims that  their child or someone else close

has ADHD or some other neuro whatnot

Funny that when even the  Labour Sisterhood Grandees

have basically just said all that extra schoolrun taxi cash

 brought us to our knees

And its going to STOP

No more.. gone...no point even going to the disabilities shop

pick 'n mix...

see what extras we can find for you livin in the stix

 

(first seen in leominster about two thousand and six

or maybe ten) "

Alas in the ultimate desktop cleanin phase

one operation only the next few days

she will have to go

ahahhh but there are two last sort of essays

First upon how the smart arse newclass have to come up with all sorts of irrelevant fancy words about at least half of country lads in all day with their curtains drawn

and 

I used to almost always love Mister T

no more, sorry

The 97% of us chaps well even if about 80% who are dads

care that our daughters of course only ever meet that half of blokes 

inside all day strokes upon  strokes

until its red raw

and even if they think they MAY have found one who isnt lost to that  tragic sickness

never again will they be able to know he aint...

but that's not the real issue

funny old REAL 'sociology' in action

Only three chaps i do declare, observe

put half a talk on The Tube

and against the decades long understood ethos, 

the rest is pay-as-you-go

Sam

Thinks he's handsome

Freddie's op - only there as he knows he is handsome

as do his Freddettes

And Hilary who despite being really quite old-old wears stage  makeup 

and dyes his hair

pretending he's just as handsome and young as  Freddie or even Sam....

Sociologically, male bimboism is even meaner than the other lot

Right the END of not even bad poetry merely just a slightly more flowey way of writing the same ole that ..

(god she lit up...  " five years afore... 

Utopia by Thomas More

god he figured it even then....

'JC youve been hiding for ever over there...

not puttin' YOUR all in...

well its your bloody turn! 

no hope this time...' 

was the leader we wanted,

 the one whom didnt want it

.... as the membership did in fact 'data-point' ..vomit.... prove ... with their cash "

THE END...until she joins in... errata all three.... 

Nobody will.....

 

state in atomised BahhRain.... 

" wow... that silly posh princess preenin herself at the balcony opposite all these months .... for her profile......  theres no way she would ever even speak to a not so handsome or hip  neighbour ...like me..... " 

FF to beyond the End Times, 2027....and 

" god... there she was... and there was only one seat in the basement left next to her ... so i could hardly avoid her as she had me all these many months....that would be as impolite as her....and then she  screamed! ...had to hold on to me  blubbing....as the one big noisy  bang happened  and ....well the rest is history.... look at the picture  she just posted on her Pantygram ...of the ultimate silver lining  ..... whats growing now... in her inner lining ..  and now she can even get her own tits out on OUR own balcony cos ... ... ! .."..   

wow thats good... the ultimate lining ....

 It's  regional battle day i wasnt planning to say a word  and i dint think of that one i just finger jab

*************"*"""""*********************"""

oops to Yasmin, half raghead ...

And she told me of her third time lucky, maybe

womb lining success at long bloody last! before she told her own full rags dad ...

several years of extreme  ' bullying' and offence and manipulative coerce the fuck out of her!

 Endless  as scary in delivery  as siouxsi 

" tic toc body clock!... tic toc i gonna chinese water torture you til   you do what YOU spent 3 yrs tellin me you want...."  

" luv...you want one i know you really do! .... last year or so of wombtimes...whatEVER it takes ....dogging ...  anything luv.... any thing.... your either in the club..or not .... doesnt matter how you got there   and what the membership criteria are....."

( 35 weeks in.. 

told her silly younger smartarse fidgety  doctors to fuck off about 15 ago with their .." we think you should go on insulin maybe that will make this one stick" following daddy's advice.... mine) 

so, the funny thing is...

 she is the ONLY funny one....

who proves all my ' theories'

which aren'

as all they are is several decades scanning the horizon

for one like her ...

A " human" of the hills and actual " naycher"  

notices from afar every tic and gesture

those of her dogtoo

the only one who knows a compliment 

at a distance, isnt judgement

merely ...   need to know

" i can tell the personality of the ....owner ...

from 100m ...  your lass especially proves every word

look.... the way she patiently awaits you   

seen ..ish...not heard.... your mutt

alone, well raised

 and as for your butt

for such an oldie...i have only praise"

ahahhhh... but then we laughed at the not so well raised

we have an oppressed

" shes just a sad lonely control freak..

i feel sorry for them.  "

truly slave dog, in common

and she agrees on exactly why

 

I love her, the way she ......

 So enjoyed her dad.

But only if they had had better girl guides....

And less of the crap music..

As the bombs reigned down where 'tall really started..

The political scrap between 'religions' having 'shared' out roles between them....

But.... as even certain commentators believe rightly that so called 'Christian Nationalism' is one in their 'toolkit' Sam so loves, so as to grab a few percent off silly Starmtrooper who never knew where the front line even was...

... now i know they need me....

As only one person in this ridiculous little aisle where no commentariat can say, in the times of the Gayest Icon nobody actually gave a fuck about who listened to, the one and only Greatest Queen...

And why on earth did i pinch her double from Woolies as a lost young woollyback...?

Other than i had taste even then.... which is a bizarre claim to make, but... 

Even the religious bigots long  sidelined, in those magnificent pre-them times,  had it, and her, licked....and nobody can say " we had an almost pure SECULAR state.... "  

And even the local priest nothing to do, no con-gregation to con... would have tapped his toe dutifully to pure real soul.... and smiled

unless you were the Bishopprick of Brecon

sane men as Schlink said in Flights...

want to get their child away, by whatever means necessary, to a land where almost nobody  had that nasty little habit

Just down her road...

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cj98z1np8m0o

they don't put that in the tourist guides or Hay festival brochure....

 

So, why..?

 So 'happy'? 

I got it, eureka-quietly...

But will i find today the recording? the really big one in the sequence, to prove... the audio on ...it?

IT

There is a sequence and nobody should be interested in dodgy doctors, or even rip off surgeons....

It's what happens en route that matters.

And at last there is a Queen who earned her throne.

 

Righty ho back to sunnier times

 

ahh yes... the pepper pot video is real NOT a skit...

when even the public transactional someone's paid friend wastes at least 7.5 hrs of your time too, art is merely figuring every second you can not spend  on something that will waste it so as one has time to have spent it on them..

paying for so much 'material' up front one day better get it refunded who knows doesnt matter as the art of not caring despite them is not even to spite them as they actually aren't even fit to be known as 'them'... 

and work to do!

long in notes ref my sequence

i have a perfect memory

and remember not to bother with unnecessary weighty matters be they full or empty

And have been waiting for a break in th weather for months to be forced to stay in and find this clip,  still havent found it yet

LOADS of SIDE PAGES opening up now and soon

defo crimes on this one 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/sunshine-londoners-all-ran-away-or-died.html

that page also features - i  care...if i owned even a rotting hull in Hatesville, SELL...quick...and the real recession gets worse and worse 

But then... ART CLASSES

soon 

Lots more to add to 

a taster even if for gods sake  the Estelle song has the line

hence https://asilpyg.substack.com/ 

Was I a fool or not to try to protect your real identity?

you google it ...

I shall never name her as sadly only remained a civilian...

when she should be so much more!

An actual honest one.... the world needs

source/ ref "The Dean of a famous Oxford college"  - 20 + year famous professor of medicine and very busy twenty years in operating theatres including in the pauper hospitals,  from a WORKING CLASS family, background  and education; and Dean of Oxford Uni's second largest college, and married to a GP for 40 years.. her very close colleague for several decades... so great to hear it from the actual nag's gob...

(plus tales of daily corruption among the Florrian  Nightingale lot ... my my they rip you off with what goes in their back pocket...Serbian mafioso would be jealous of their most successful grift!)

Yet would ANY artist - dozens spoken to, last summer, suggesting such REAL life projects based on some of the many wonderful TRUE stories of 'heroism' ....even consider this for art... nope only self reverential pastiche....and as for Banksy only blaming 'authority'.... 

Cartoon... a cartoon nation ...ooh i quite like that

Ai wewei chose the wrong country..

Now that IS interesting..I am not alone!

Even if sadly there is rarely any real solidarity,

 and thus one must always assume no  "community" 

either, which is indeed not going around for tea and hemp cakes

but doing the really hard stuff, in others lives

young men child blocked by so called wives

If you are expert, do that down the road

or next little settlement, anyone can make hempcakes  

pretend 'charity' to pay their rent

Anyway i MUST stop having badpoetryitis especially as i was in some same-ole  dull little arts huddle and just saying " ive concluded  of late poetry is part of THE problem.."  one gets that auto-look as if one has said that one is off to Nigel's for Teapots later ..

Which reminds me, even if known of 20+ years ago and anyway it's in one of the GREAT books and my copy back in my stored library that will i guess rot away, too and end up ioina  skip (the amount of so called educator parents its been OFFERED too, for free...and even they ghost you!) 

which had actually been in the BBC library some decades ago

they clearly never read it either

"THE one natural product that really really DOES damage the body permanently biochemically....sugar" 

and that means ALL products that have high glucose-type sugaring ...

bloody honey, too, other than in irregular small servings

But what  really is the most interesting unexperimented is the way that without a doubt it changes MOOD.

(as i expounded in my copyright theory last summer whilst attempting to educate one lostish one, and as i would only ever joke or riff upon 'copyright' except maybe regarding the ONE private buildlingsite,  story site .. which would be not private if anyone ever paid their way, say regularly... as ....well paradise!! is... a clearly extremely intelligent woman who has been abroad seven years stating " my god i can really feel a difference...[ and it isnt good, compared to her fine EU home] "   so there is no hope or as Camus said "there is hope, but not here" and thus its time to find my exit fayre... thing is the same encounter and a superb young man,  thing is i was pondering just an hour ago - sane civilised people like me and her can always manage a siesta  - as long as i can still do that...me i cn always sleep and sad to hear that my one GREAT hope in this territory even she can't and has crises...i am a different species obviously of notEast Enderstimes.... which sugar brings on - rumpus external or internal....  thing is silly me i saw a 'future' yes so iof many many more somehow accessed INTELLIGENT sedition/rebellion or at least constructive critique...but it takes years of authoritative input that must never ever preach or demand it is right, even if the proof is EASY!... maybe there would be hope... but then if 99% use 'dyslexia' as excuse... and this cant read the paper " no more cash for SEND [ indeed this was an exclusive to this site 3 ish years ago as a welsh school head teacher had told me thats the secret plan and not only no more cash ' We in Pays Du Galles are gonna tear up your labels and pretend they dont exist even if of COURSE they all do even if the science a bit 'entitled' shall we say...  which is what even Starmerstanistan has just actually said, too....but as they can't read that on online moaning sites as of course their dyslexia will FOREVER stop them like me from even knowing if 'if' has one 'f' or two...  they wont ever read that - no more cash darlin! and will continue to forever campaign for even more labels and cash for their own next generation  do they have this in America notes #2 there will be many       )

 anyway yes sugar but the really interesting heresy ( i have had a role..)  is that in fact the pauper pantries - i LOVE.. really do find funny characters in them... 

Thing is.....  (heresy -  i hope she doesnt read this she knows my name and i like her a lot!) ...  sugar... the way the poor and frail and even splendidly swivel eye are mainly doled out  high sugar scraps....

this really is an interesting Orwellian Big Sister matter than NObody dare even mention....   

anyway thats for another day but at last i have some PROTECTION!!! which merely is ONE (i arranged for her to have charity)  tough nosed " i was abusederatti.." quite normal woman in fact who knows SHE is being utterly marginalised and treated like a pet... cos i have bolstered her into at least opening up about this....and SHE is in the very epicentre of The Source of ALL truly moronic snide bitch gossip for many many a km.... 

but i can't stay even if...

****

really.... i am serious....as it has been the central thing of life for 15+ years... 

the TOTAL inability to honour ONE simple HUMAN request whatdyer call that !?

(as EVERY English woman and loadsa blokes now every other word is 'narcissist' even the one seemingly sane one...  maybe we do need a new word for the actual  'narcissism' that matters...

seriously! ... spread the below video on all their "'s/he's a narcissist sites  - i am so narcissistic i wouldn't read any comments or 'pile on's if i was paid VERY well.... and i know i am right

 as this is the one of their as yet unlabelled labels  that matters )

plus super-fans, whether narcissistic or not i don't care but make your rediculously waste of space heads  useful and remember where my scythe is kept if i accidentally chop my own one off.... 

thing is..... i do love a true fait accompli and when Ms Regional Transactional paid friend-maker can't evern mean what she says

well, it becomes totem pole for a supposed community that is so the exact opposite of what they signpost they are 

Indeed the problem: for some years (yes about her SEVEN) the once great educational depository (acc typo,  i did write re4pository but its helping today, lovely word!)  the radio 4 afternoon play or even the small 15 minute 'shorts' they do every single one is fgake about some wonderful 'self actualised Ealenor Oliphant type gaily tiptoeing through life as a sort of latent 'kind' person just innocent faery....  

when in fact their endless 100% fakery

really damages all of society

good job i wasn't on the edge of some abyss of loneliness and pondering which way, up, or down... 

And as this is a paid 'facilitator'... who can't even mean their off-duty chumminess, well...

if i just printed out and posted the 100% unredacted [excepting email/phone data] actual real life correspondence it would make a REAL afternoon short story - and a GOOD one too! poignant whatnext?  almost a life encapsulated in a few pages of A4.. two lives of course .... that tells the true story of why there's no hope whatsoever at all in this fetid Aisle of i no longer no what anymore even if i knew that 5+ years ago.....

.....unless

BUt of course when all the Eleanor's mums (i.e. the publishers and the agents) are only addicted to sugar coated Elanor ....  

it became the ultimate not only bad taste, but cannibalistic zombie filled black hole WORSE than Mr McCarthy's Road...

As i knew a decade back 

why i set out looking for the only solution

One to perhaps sometimes watch your back

BUT there's no failure 

when such magnificent material

in my can copyright or not

All i ever really cared about so....

what was all of it the extra gifts (even real love) all about?

Same wellies as me...:-) ..could probably even spell Solidarność

 ..... " i only spoke with you as you're not in the bourgeois [Hunters/etc].... uniformity"

we shall see.

Being NOTHING actually changed from twenty years ago 

simonclayton2020.com and all that....

the number one failure of all time

How.... ever... what really did change was then - as all law is based on people being able to tell some bewigged toss pot, their stories....

most of my victims - real ones not made up for attention, mums and dads who wrongly had the "Maoists", to quote his LORDship.. Wall, sadly dead, being very Maoist, could tell their story in at least one dimension,  but then that changed...

as of maybe ten years ago its all sort of by ESP they would think just by picking UP their device to call the willing free lay legal advisor, moi,, that was enough' they didn't need even pen and notepad out to take down the advice they had called expressly TO receive..

never mind actually write out the STORY first....to save my time...

No hope but a crusade to get a lad maybe one day  over to Portugal - as long as NOT the bottom third all taken over by ex Horrofordshire and Gweek junkies and their 'retreat' ing trustifarian operations...

is a fine thing to hope to do ...

Now...my territory is rather superb but i need to hide from it... because an action must be done.

Soon

cont....to be constructed today

as i am so organised its daft and can do circus tricks 

Now.. here is one of many 'things' i not only ponder but also do... philosophise upon what are those i encounter and get to know non judgemnentally to be fully Narniac complicit;

But as one encounters SO SO many who are crushed by a bit of non-winter (even a local ally a goodun!) and obviously it aint the actual winter that crushes them its that they dont know what it is for - as a pure bodyist in that i am in far more bodily sync, harmony 100% consistency for at least 3 decades - same habits diet every day... not ocd merely as i grew out of needing to care about some special 'food' it being, fuel... 

its for adjusting to splendid longer nights and getting a jolly good 8 hrs almost always ... and then when you've plenished a bit...

figure what insane things to DO - in their "communities" not what i think is right but what they say is rightfully needed..  a bit of winters nothing much else to do with the spare hours than do something...hard....  from calling out cant and vanity to even calling a spade a spade and knowing which grave to be working on just making it a tad shallower...not for me as i roam even if i can't afford the fuel to go far..

(nor new tyres needed to go anywhere quasi legally.. other than at shoulder times when the fuzz are likely having their tea and cakes) 

   

winter is great its when you figure what really is what and neecessary...

and learn the way to get through

and DO

is there aren't 'difficult times' its all just a rerun of The Odyssey..maybe

BUT this language truly did become the self fulfillin' bleedin moanin' prophecy

which of course to query it becomes merely a bit of dull stoicism when in actual fact i got one better...

VIDEO PLAYLIST CONTINUES AT NEXT POST https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/02/now-that-is-interestingi-am-not-alone.html

 

 

revenge time, upon my superfans

and mean voyeuristic  readers...

(there are SO many lonely bitter middle aged women in Swesternshire who having ripped off the underlanyardists  - not as sharp lanyard edged as those above, to buy their shabby 'dream'  cottage -  which of course never works as you can't run away from who you had to be

come

but i could earn a fortune with a whathey called?,  Onlyfans  thing stripping off and jumping in the very underwhelming hilltop rivers all winter and giving them a very expensive pay-as-you-go thrill - pandering to their dreams they were sadly never equipped emotionally to ever follow except in the estate agents catalogue... cos clearly nothing else thrills them the wan looks and bowed shoulders as they get into their compulsory 25 plate ... or take a walk in fairly ok countryside, and spend literally half of it looking into their phones"! ..)

  But i don't do that kind of pay-as-you go or infact merely samey old sameness real revenge will be if the other 'stream' of consciousness actually achieves something, fiscal... 

It's so real-life good 

it could

And is SUCH a pleasure to begin to put into writings up and a few different videos audios which must not ever meet these here as its propper incognito...Belle Du Jour style incog...

Thing is alternate audios and videos are on the same theme... but you get the far less elegant format...to piss you off.

And they the other recipients the elegant... but they must never know of you - or not yet and thus material must be google firewalled to perfection...

videos here must never go there, ditto most audios..but not all some will be teasers like below....(due even they are supposedly finable )

free substack audio

American Notes (#1 are yank cultural critics so completely morally bankrupt as UK so called arbiters of intelligent culture became from 15 ish years ago?)

 https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/american-notes-1-are-yank-cultural?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

now even if not even started the real version yet... for you tight-fists...

there is a grand finale already in the can

for tomorrow