Well thattoo is a bit of weird 'magyc' but I ain't telling or the Toty ones will get all of a gussety

 I mean it's not possible for the data to keep flowing into the external hard drive if it falls off my knee and disconnects, and even ten seconds later is reconnected

Anyway ...luv.... so just to spite only him, really, Mister  fake Devil's Spawn, it isn't possible for such a swamp of a spring - metaphorically speaking, to get all drained and Silas' gold to be there all along hidden from sight in the mud, and i don't do fools gold....

And for his mucky little secret wasting about 200 hrs of my precisoussss... time, become only endless glitterballs of fun...

Anyway luv, surviving even looking at some other one isn't committed to, is one thing, but can it survive those two funtime items?

Too much happening i even forgot i spoke with her just a few days ago - or rather the very expensive dog, that the bullshit witchy dollies paid for...

  (and of course 99% all so controlly even of their poor showoff mutts that just the thought of fido rolling in some sends them into paroxysms of anti-hotguss, chilly thoughts that even a Pueblo couldn't cure...)

Ehh what's the big test?  hahh hahh i din't think of that, silly billy, there were two.... surely the fake witchy one first... but two local 'connections' that may have caused an effect. Or rather the effect that affected 

or is it effected

(neigh both) 

the ultimate timeline 

And ultimate veering off course, with diesel cash only one way,  to say the least.

Now all that really matters is Suzi ("the narrator" if she ever stays sober long enough) upon giving an every-few-weeks update (she's just for rhetoric practice, Homer's shabby  rather useless indeed fake one never having much mutual benefit if my memory serves me rightly ) though for once earned my precious time " so interesting old whatisface who got hung drawn and quartered five hundred years ago for creating 75% of the words that went into their dodgy King James a bit later... one being 'landlady'   i mean listening to modern day or last twenty ish years so called feminists  you would think they weren't even allowed to own the cleaning equipment they were required to use all their 23 1/2 hour working day cleaning his bogs  they weren't even allowed to have a piddle in.... yet they had land LADIES even 500 years ago...

" and then ive read all of Elliot and Hardy and it strikes me how the babes are often really rather in charge of who shares perfect Maggie Tulliver's perfect little picnic hamper....or Ms Maddening Crowd the ultimate bosswoman surely....  hmm  i smell a rat y'old thing..."

"how DARE you ...get it so wrong, offensively to women,  i think .... i think you will find there were landladies even a thousand years ago! ....and i agree many of our forerunners ruled the roost, and wore the trousers....!"

having been given just the shortest precis of 

Feminism (me gotta new word whoop whoop 'landladyism')

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/08/feminism-me-gotta-new-word-whoop-whoop.html

which doesn't 'argue' it informs that almost all parents never mind sane psychologists knew decades ago that if one informed some ordinary person they were in a special category due centuries of oppression, and pukka princessery was just around the corner if they just hiss a little longer, then you create what is known as a 'monster'  

In fact i reckon it was all just a conspiracy created  by those too lazy to get up and watch the precession when the number one mad-sad truculent  user in all of history  thought she was far too fine a creature to need a safety belt  when on their likely international trafficking mission..." we'll create them by DEFAULT from now on .." i mean it was about the same timeline.... sadly i can't forget almost forgettable unforgettable one, as they were traffidcing the moment my own was created

 

Anyway.... that's all very well, and i know is right, but as for the pendulum, i noticed that someone with power... has for some time swung the other way, and my ohh my she whom i have read almost seems to think the monsterism is almost innate..

which is of course exactly the same dull nonsense perpetuated by yet another so weirdly devil sent notion,  almost as bad as The Brotherhood of Man's bastardisation of music at top of the pops the same year the 1976 Selfish Gene...  that yanks believe as they can't get beyond extremely small little bits of 'information' being all, and always being to blame...

Read my review of Janice’s new book The Goddess That Failed.

The Book That Finally Says It All

**Hannah Spier, MD · 4:50 AM **

There is a particular frustration that comes with hearing a claim you know is wrong but cannot immediately explain why. Women were essentially property until feminism liberated them. Men built society for their own benefit. Women were excluded from education and public life. The suffragettes peacefully fought for basic human rights. Domestic violence is

I DID NOT use anything from her, as my timeline can show that i got so offended and bored by her ignorant yank acid hatefulness of her sisterhood - that is in fact worse its the knowingness dressed up in 'MD' 

and all that lanyardery

 i haven't even looked in to Hannah's so cleverdickless over-wordery for ages

 

(remember it's about Pheebs lil' handbag so small and CLEAN felten controlly, large enough to put away the nothing in her brain, put there by Mister Totness then there...!!)

and she took so much 'green' public money i wouldn't bother even mentioning her surname 

So what did they do..... (as suzi now my slave agrees in fact said first lasteraft)  

to even the books? And only great purebred writer this century, Cusk bein' a mongtoo

Now back to the scene of the crime fiveish years ago....

a journey of only sorrow... obviously

All our life lived at Aberdovey

(til the showoff spivs overran it with their seasquirt stupid squirty seabikes)

" hmm...ok survived so far..... so dull round here ... go and chat up a bookshop babe perraps...."

And only so as to have a minor interaction, over a 50p transaction

thoughtbub "ferk why did i buy that ...the  things one will do so as to attempt a bit of human  action... first things first tear off this vile bimbo cover just in case anyone sees and remebers..."

next thoughtbub on the beach three hours later of unputdownable screatch

at almost every page

" i bet no one even gets,

go ALL the3 way girl!

  she's attackin' her own dad by proxy.... 

twice if  ive counted ciorrectly

being so so rude about his Guardian... "

and i was right no critic even mentions

what a gal, go all the way....with the best of intentions

pure supreme satirical genius bordering on insanity

of course her publisher never really got behind

nor the 'critics' too busy  trying not to offend their kind

who would never understand, if its all broke you can't fix it by a light hand

slap round the chops, 

no up their botties all the way with Bella's  laugh-out-loud mops

and pails, cures dilettante decadent still stuck in fin-de-ciecle 

(rather than Mister showoffs 'pastiche; ascertained by even Cowell and his silly game)

mere inability to go anywhere new on your bicycle

Now....all i know is life aint a competition

but if it goes to obvious next stage, i could just beat Bella in the Family racket

especially when its necessary to drown that little Rat...

his hand stuck in the worst musician in the world's boxers' pocket

rather than at least a man sticks it where it can be seen

trousered, has been.... 

Anyway The Rat all he ever had to say was tittle tattle

"I know the guy who is employed to be her little finger

on call night and day, even when she's fast asleep....

a little tickle in her funhole, so as to maintain her cocaine levels, 

I give him a lift out there nown  again in my Cherokee Jeep"

Stevie more actual talent in her little finger than all of their rediculous output put together...

never mind in just one perfect line summing up the whole Lowlander shamaniac/skyfaerie channeller, babe gig...

in fact all of em (cept mountain babe, she alone a true core worker one,  yesters to her hub " ehh at the head of Cot Valley PAstyshire there is a plaque...its the ONLY good art in all the Swest..its beautiful.....it shows a woman with a sledge hemmer, doing herbit, too.....

"i think she alone knows not to ask for help, nor should we,  as every bit of sweat and puff keeps her alive as long as very fit old you")

I wanna be a star...I don't wanna be a cleanin' lady..."

of course she was wrong as being a paid up member of the no union could protect the cleanon' ladies of PAstyshire i know i was one...

merely treading water up from her polliuted ones...

 bags of real human shit, no gloves just get on with it

that too is the therapy no Toty would dare even imagine....

all real change beyond their comprehension

but having now thrashed into line 

a spy top Queen of their kind

my god they'll hate it when in fact how to  prove none of their wichywords ever worked..

all invented to avoid ever doin' any cleanin' lady work

And mine, DO

soon will be proven to you:

just a number four measly thousand....  not one even the guts to come and take out in person,

 your vainglorious aversion, 

to, everything, that is just the vaginal coke residue

Stevie would have maybe shared with you

if you had ever had one real 'original thought' to think

never mind await me bein' slurped down the sink

you couldn't even get that right.

My my....soon i shall put up a  specific trip advisor:

the therapist, you deserve...

that's if your kids likely even unborn

(due your cowardice

frightened of yet-to-be alchemised, lovely lil' headlice)

dont put you out of your  made-in-Toty

 misery,  where you do belong

 

 

now..... the way never mind ' technique'

 ... to recycle Tones vile assfuckery

 ( im amazed the 'buggery'

one didnt get ai auto-blocked and put behind a warning flag

i think that says all you know about vile bigtechery..

its just a non-fag 

haggery, failure all stuck in  ...not knowin who was the true King of it all and pickin' on some assumed other word trickery  .. .)

anyway... now when you take on their ' magyc' every day

only so as to mindfuck Totnes

all the way...

just as a hobby so bored awaitin' my visa out to Serbian safety

what the fuck.....

was she some kind of temptress?

a defo survivor,  once true Queen Marianne lookalike

no yank could in the 80s match her actual greatest art

i bought my copy indeed in NZ obvious subsidiary

in the business,  of british child ( dont push it ! its such a pain in one to appeal to its reconsideration curcuit ..thuggery...) 

ive no interest in words, but actions ...

poems songs fail.....

but ferk me .... 

talk about the ultimate sports car trip in the sun ..

even if sports cars to me symbol of all thats never any fun

no 4wd to park up in the bracken out of sight

or  tin canned, safe space where one could be at it all night

and round hear 

they wouldnt hear

 so busy the phone to their ear

anyway...now the ultimate bridge that nobody else could even imagine built

seems ive stuck the knife in right up to the hilt

and it has worked

despite the faeries Interferin' tryin to  flounce 

me off the one obvious unworn path

incidentally the remedy to Sylvia Plath

one hundred percent when i get the writing of it

nobody...ever...could save him from himself

but it seems i have

In fact in Swestershire no tourist guide will tell you actual troof...

 As the only middle aged man without tattoos, good real skin, and superb walkers arse

in clearly what became a gay runaway holiday destination, metoo gets loads of really rather horrid nasty smoulderin' homo stares..

not even 'passive' aggressive, indeed decidedly agressing my bumhole every single flutterin eyelash designed to quite unequivocally state

infact eyelash-r*pe

it's horrid really nasty and should be roped in with all the rest of the sex crimes the sick aisle are fond of

 The problem is one wouldn't dare, querulous rejoinder,  i once sat at the knees of one who did a far far better  job than your fake eyelash fluttery

"I'm off asap where ...

[that's a point, HER, now she the only one truly energising mind  my under-wing Ruskie... he, needs to go on her where your nana-boat missembarked  list... 

with "guess what no one here cared, love,  if he was into buggery

thats what true artistic genious did, "] 

The Bridge Across [innix] two cross ones, on opposite asides of the divide that separates....

 now.... all i know is that as written up in the very first fast-o-draft of what all your kids will waste their cash, errata your cash on 

(SHE SAID IT AT LAST! - my truly enjoyed mountain babe " and as for that woman at the hall...."  -  that powers Toty town of no toty theyre all so absorbed in trying to think of the next twinning with some spirit that doesnt exist- i met the woman who made the very first sign 'twinned with Narnia' hahh hahhh...he is part of my maniacal better than Candide bummin' around KNOWING that its not possible in this dimension or any other that i may ever meet anyone wisdom inculcatin',  and she told me that the gypsy wagons she also paints are painted in gold leaf, on DRUG MONEY as even the top gyppo men are lost to that default position...)

yes https://www.ralphschism.com/p/mental-elf-roundup.html is far better than anyone may assume as anyway it was sent in to agent Z's ghosting operation first .... but every encounter only confirms that all the so called 'practitioners' or facile tittilators  are on the biggest grift in history and are after YOUR money too when your kids are so warped and transmoggyfied theytoo will need their 'therapy' for decades...

now.... there's TOO much to share n do....

as now officially this one exceeded the last one... fifty years ago

As Stevie was there. likely passively agressively feelin' fucked off

" whats this Limey bi*ch doin' introducin me as if I'm some lil' flower faeirie..... ferkerr i gonna invent punk before them useless to-be-fat limeys get onnit..."

  and thus also predicting just how the whole noncery with their "DM me for change" arrived and landslid all humanity from the whole pestilent peninsula (NOW truly protected as the mountain babe has power... and summoned me a black opentop chariot now i come to think of it

  

 " ehh up duck....well the actual reason i shall take you up on your kerbcrawlin pickup is that my own family she was destroyed by this historical criminal, as sure as ferrits are ferrits they should pull in himtoo.... once drug dealin' Guinea fucker  who was too cowardly to seed his own so nicked mine..... and paraded her on his vile small-dick fakebook the proof being that all men with neddley ones need to be seen with a big fat cigar as penile replacement therapy in their gob...and in the eighties the smug git all he could do was also extend his lack of a dick via buzzin around belgravia in one of these and my ohh my didn't we all know every time he opened his gob just how stylish he was in his silly bug...."

Anyway one should never use nasty words like Guinea unless what you really mean is that the slithery little thing slithered his way into every rich Englishman's wallet after their guineas  and didn't care if one of his very very E*steininian adjacent buddies bragged of his ability to get cheap rate  drugged out sloanes as rich git's  party poppers...or pop tarts

And any sane man would do ANYthing to keep his daughter away from such a vile creep...

Anyway, REAl non existent 'trauma' is when for days one wishes to merely share the fact that one is only powered by girly songs... but of course most of them are fake ... so it's WHICH girly songs that matters.

LAter... but when you last knew of a lass she was wantin' to go for her Himalayan backpackery...  and one wonders just for a minute at sunrise ..." ... well for all i know.... this may have been her summer to try it - the big trek,  again her last attempt 2020 being blocked by travel issues.."

And second thought: those vile fraudulent marketeers of Tibetan adjacent  materials defrauding even the big 'festival' crowds.... and all that, never mind a cheery Chinese teacher who doesn't even know the Wigans exist...

The biggie always was how the Tibet takeover by the great tyrants was hardly ever even  mentioned  by the English vendresses of silly ethnic dresses and fancy pants, so much for democracy

 

Anyway now if this bridge works.... can be carried through, unlike the fake Totygirl bridges... 

To have two (only women have the VOICE!)  on the exact opposite sides of that seperatory issue merge into one book really would be in fact is utter genius!

Now.... all i care about is in fact what a perfect one  -  never mind summer, but three year meander,

that morally and spiritually and even aesthetically ended in the perfect place actually speaking WITH two perfect ones..

Austrian, " ehh up lassies right this Vudu whats it for? clue, no one knows...lets move on.... ohh Austrians.... well no one will have told you but . ahahh... you are of the greatest of all Euro-peeps as your Thommie Bernhard really did  climb the mountain just a tad higher than their next door  Hesse, Mann, even Goethe....  and the truly awful showoff-book recommendation collection sites have gradually the last decade slowly reticently but surely started to recognise even in this world of Anglospheric bimbos who rule it.... ' this one ..Extinction...is the  crazy gonzo, word-torturing headfuck of a  true masterpiece that in fact does deserve that adjective that nobody really knew of..'.... stupid British so called academe won't teach as it parodies them.... 

Now if only it had been on a  double red alert swelterrer.. rather than a mere amber that had scarred off everyone else.. but them. Us... bonded upon the Mts...

Able to laugh at their own pimpin' Vudu too

Which of course is the basis of a truly lovely long chat sat IN the river nearby...

i shall come back to as it is and was the cure to all their mental  back alleys the others monetise - stuck peddlin on the eternal exercise bike, outside their place, in a cul-de-sac  of course means they keep coming back and knockin at the door of what the cause is - the worst 'therapeutic' paradigm unimaginable you couldnt make it up...

As especially a year in Dooneshire the caitol of it, proves. It doesn't 'work'.

   Anyway three years almost exclusively chatting with -  as one doesn't chat 'up' fellow human walkers on hill or even the embezzled Path.... almost all female and European, and all knowing that the honour code of the walker is to always be 100% open honest and decent and caring....and attempt to outdo those limited krauts on better hillocktop philosophy...as one meanders, (British don't know this any more as their computer on their wrist  just tells them to use it to masturbate ...which is what neurotic obsession of only being obsessively concerned with  where one has 'got' to,  or might get 'to' via their inbuilt tracker, is...  even if i know many null-signal spots where it wont work, they still can't stop looking at it when told 'null spot no signal it wont work..' The English (most specifically rather than Welsh who never walk, i know i lived right on that border 25+ years and even 15 wrong side of it , which means one wasn't actually 'alive'  - being, no fellow hillwalkers, so the living  weren't, and as for the other lot, too cold) always know better.... 

so yes three years of fabulous European encounters (And one Brit  i guess sadly lost via NZ...) 

Not all are 100% perfect...

Yesterthree... Krauts.... a long chat right up top. 

" so come on what's it FOR..... you say it 'is', but why....?

" or whats the schema..... can you even say it is for some benefit to humanity  or maybe not so...? ..."

no coherent answer. of course.... except " we were brought up without a tv..." which is wonderful "how wonderful...!" except every other Kraut i have met i start with Monty Python the perfect icebreaker immediately they laugh

But then the answer was overheard.... of course, even in their seventy years this curious threesome of almost Anastasias,  even if The Ruskies only invented her late 80s to attempt to have their share of the con

I know io caught a word.... no need to translate... " yahh yahh  zeitgeist doppleganger blahh blahh.... Steiner..." whom in my HO was almost as dangerous longterm as some other notorious Jenny Cideres... the way he utterly gutted his so called folowers of every single thing real and now... by his Buddhist adjacent excuse for doing nothing NOW to protect her hills...

"It'll get sorted out by the next guy, in his next life.."

Anyway ive no idea why the BBC  get the wrong song that sums up fifty awful years in between, the longer i philosophise and the more i re-merge with Europe in spirit ... even if doubt i shall ever afford a passport renewal, yes the anglosphere is was and always was the problem....

Cecile Le Gal, gave me Extinction twenty one years ago and she was a ranty uneducated Gaul with a  drug habit.. but still had a superb brain and gave me best ever booklist ever

booklists being ABOVE anglospheric 'feeling' that then became their anglospheric wussy-woke which is only getting worse.  European women don't fear or wish to judge ANYone... ever....i must have liaised with several hundred by now the lasten three years, deeply. And all i test for their booklist FIRST before interrogation. (and all are chronicled in recordings as proof - the only book i really want to finish, as it's exactly the opposite of everything every English writes... the point, everything they have has only caused this..which every single one hates - as one can see by body language and hissy levels. ..never mind fear 'n bitchiness... except a very very rare hillocktop born 'n bred...) 

 

And as for Jenny Cidered Gaza 

(even the evil beeb this summer did on change-it's--sick-mind sunday midsummer i have recorded, did  allow) or ....

that's a point i bet it's the fat fucker delayin' the entry of Serbia

too thick to understand:  when a British academic  rightly states,

 ehh Croatia did one FIRST a,  by Intl ooman Lore qualifyin'  bit 'o Jenny

Serbia were just copying their bad example" it does stand for Something i mean even if Kings College still deny

 the Supreme Court is right a boy is a boy

 - and want to mad-Frankie scientist, experiment on makin' em have the choice of pills to  become girly

FACT not silly twitter nonsensical twatteration)

I bet even the Big O had a copy of their Rumours...

and half of it is all about, his blocking the fine actual peacemakers (historical fact - real history, longerterm, Serbians famous for) of those Slavic lands

and is still stuck in silly immature angst, " ferkin limeys...always showin us up with their superiority and fey ferkin subtler golf swing...... our bird was better but she  their limey arf..... got the big grand finale....i will one day take revenge! ,,now whom can we use.. ahhahh their silly rock against racism and all that lot well they think theyve succeeded ehh....one day i will show em so who are they rocking for next...oh whats all those little green white and black stripey flags they wave...."

when of course their lass was just as good....  and both tragically childless so with nuthin better to do that row with their ex's...

 

anyway....all i know few folk 'passing' of any persuasion never mind political position, make me almost shed  a tear... 

two 'gay icons' in one day, hey...

one a true real genius of actual genoisity even if he failed to convert one lil' bone in my red blooded body sat in about row ten....

watchin' im in the flesh....

And the other....a genetically created, first sheep in town,  pastiche....

never mind true art greater than any mere Croaty Serb could ever imagine.... about how to be TRULY superior over the whole nation of Gaza nibblin' needle dix....

genius dominatrix...spiritual domination

 

now...hold the presses

 and mine are held too as 1976 the better than original rerun continues and now even includes being picked up atop my hills by a super super sexy silver in her open top sports car and she had second sight too " i wasnt going to as i knew you wouldn't want to and were in total landlopeing along  walking rhythm.... but then with a bum like that i just had to...."

" ehh you are right I only love walking but never in my whole life has a sexy one stopped even up the road never mind right next to me and asked if i want to hop in.... but just dont let ANYone see me here  i dont want to be known but those who may notice notice only ever £2 clothing items max ... rusty old tin can .... always walking.... never caring its NOT on keeping with my identity ...but then.... well what's your name then..."

 .....hold them, literally. Even if i have zero interest in a certain subject, to be revealed soon, as 'never' just got cancelled as a certain person agrees  that not only must she write a book on what few will dare to  its a bloody good ideaof mine bridging two enemies to write it in tandem...

But one things for sure bo one needs to write a book on Swestershire now as the only one little bit of culture that once put the Teapot into Great Britain, that is left.... has just released the movie of all of it especially posher Dooneshire  ...verbatim

word perfect. with exactly the correct real hidden personas when things don't quite go the way they demand....

https://youtube.com/shorts/qeywUj9B1HU?si=Wq4SrDpEqyNdvx85

and bugger me, baggery definitely missed a bit

 ...how can one possibly critique post modering stuff connected to all of capitalism be it just the start  or the bitter end without mentioning the L word  and how machinery pimping it via ' net dating' didn't truly warp that lil thing thats been around as long as so called capitalism or " culture" 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/baggery.html

now has audio number 5  on the mental illness called love 

esp as we wouldnt be here without it being some kind of a thing

Baggery has almost become a full round up of ...what the f*s ee on about?!

and  

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/baggery.html

now has a fourth audio that sums it up ...i tyhink quite well, and i couldn't give a flyin' ferrit what you think as i know you can't or you would have shovelled out the dough

errata, there is something else that makes me 'happy'

 and that is knowing just how mean and snotty 2000 readers before breakfast are... and how that motivates me in a weird way doubtless as yet unknown to DSM to just doll out even more to you to waste my time, you not shellin' out for

But,  thus,  there's no need for me ever to even ponder engaging with them or reading any silly comment not that i ever do..

a whole free book here, once again to spite you: 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/baggery.html

oops... wow she's got a bit of summit special...

 part one of lasterpost was missing a line...

that worked. The moment i pushed 'publish' to the second...

and thus won't make complete sense, just for now...

but so many past-times, holy cow...

it does.

Unless one is dealing with ultra Tots....

No hope there, so Muzz richman be-bunned,

there's another strategy...

  far far far more a 'better thing',

but can result in actions, possibly.

Unless you really do go ALL the way....and they can read, not a given today.

The 'technique' to DO (IN THE WINTERINGS TURN THIS INTO BOOK ABOUT NUMBER TEN - and its NOT 'poison pen')

In the winterings...

when they're all hiding in their seaside yurts feeling all in need of replenishings

Which is great for a few weeks when the nights draw in - resetting to wonderful nine hours a night.

Which is there to energisings... enable  or even 'empower' y'all to actually wake up and DO summit... best time of year, to do stuff, October the beginning of the great wintering, summer sadly gone, all fille dup with loads of photons...

so use them, i reckon they persist inside for a few weeks maybe even a month or so...

voomvoom vomit it all up - a summer of 'beautiful people' and cant an' vanity, and off you go...

Anyway entirely incomplete as a 'thing' what to do when there is simple impropriety..

Especially ref work promised or stuff like that in rural hinterlands 

are the difference between actually having to wintering 

below a coupla cheap  duvets and Athenea's nag rug...as there's nothing

in the oven, due their coven, of nobodies nowhere, either..

even if every other word one would assume the opposite.

So the technique, is if a really obvious slight such as clearcut modern day slavery, which is what not paying your work-a-day man 

for work he has freelance daily jobber, done

well you wait.... the occasional reminder and when one realises no point they've made it a thing in their empty, indeed extinct, lives;

nothing else to do when the grape or drugs don't work

as to ego trip over someone who's done a simple man's day work

You know no way will they ever pay (when they can of course it all being artificial and never worth even a wheelclamp, on whats still theirs)

bide your time for the day where you are ready to wing out something

well the exact opposite of what they just know has come in and pinged:

" hey.... [ if feeling really 'umble and it's possible say something like 'you know what you are right.... and i was wrong.... that fence i built in the right place you said was afterwards in the wrong..place, i should have read your fucked up mind in the first place and knew..[having for example seen the boxes of empty vodka bots obviously left for years below the joists] you would change your wonky mind when it was too late...." This is the you are right and i am wrong phase. part 1.

But part 2 even if part 1 is almost like a champagne starter or whatever the beautiful people drink as aper-a-teeth...(or will they even realise whats gone and bit into their wobbly arse? - last week i managed to get 'rabies' into just such a communique, reference arses...)  is where the 'narrative' really matters.

A story is required. In this irreverent little side alley of a case: I was feeling a little lacking as the lovely lad maybe 12 and his so unbeautiful so humble mum i would see regularly .... having a few months  back chatted with him on millionaire st, about his fantastic wildlife photography...  hobby habit.... as his mum saw and was most in awe... ( i didn't know them! i just know who is for 'real' and i had observed over some time how she gives so beautifully of her time: 100% into him. And he obviously hasn't even any official label).

So having been slightly aloof for a few months of walking by their street often my launchpad to get the ferk away to safety on high

" so whats the lastest info on bird numbers..."

" we're into butterflies and moths now.."
" WOW.... just a few days ago and then yesterday in two different locations i saw this butterfly someone reliable said is almost unseen in this extinction event of a bonkers nation....  it looks just like: 

 [Reprised off the web of deceit and insanity]

"thing is i saw it again a few days later ...  up the road..maybe the same one..... anyway as i say after a load of not very professional waffle regarding PR opportunities yes it was seen in those trees....and in the interim a real pro one of those bug nerds half the incomers seem to have become

does say it's a hens teeth event..."

" wow thanks....[super super smiley mum]  well you know what he'll now be doin' the rest of the holls ....and  thank you again, he'll be most content.."

 (i needed to redeem myself even if i didnt KNOW i did   - thats also another part of the technique!)

and that's all that matters, that a not-understandable impropriety, is turned into something you tell them, that in fact is a gift almost gold you never knew could be...until their little act of not quite humanity...

But it must be true....  as they may feel the vibration as their gizmo vibrates....

and that's the point, it entirely placates..

of course it doesn't it likely does the exact opposite, but as you've been totally true

thats got nowt to do with you

You merely did the pure, 'right' thing. Told a tale of a positive event, without their arsey initiation,  could never have caused,  that lovely  most welcomed,  effect.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

oops this one got left on 'drafts'  so a post or twoback wont play

not my fault...   when you  realise how many buttons to press just to get here your crappy content for a worthless audience who aren't even  worthy of what's priceless....you would be amazed

BUT THE TECHNIQUE - i get endless superb upper body exercise, upper torso dancing to get the right cable, right backup drive, right notepad - sometimes at least 5 minutes of exacting physicality just to get to work every day with coffee... 

for which i am most grateful as was she lastersummer when she realised what a plateful

of maley-able dexterous talent in the upper body she had chanced upon

that was only there due several years of  Paperchaseist ocd ferocity: line up mouse, best mousepad notebook, ALL the required wires, all the next hours coffee, any pendrives may be needed, no need to move body for at least half an hour when the switch turned on, as LAST thing on the checklist as every second on wastes my time charging the fucker just for you...

and every smallest rare necessity left off the Paperchaseist set up  means wasted on-time... and it is a remarkably physical very very hot speeded up yoga frenetic 'moment' every time i turn this little underclass machine on..

  all for you... there you go, 

(that's a point the VERY best 'technique' communique phase was  last xmas... i think that should be put up here as utter masterclass... and in fact i did mean it... i am indeed only glad that mad old thing was so so bad.... despite being a 'let your yea mean yea' ist... a fake of course, par for the regional course...)

MANY MORE OVER A DECADE

to stick in here, i promise, this decade

But much much more poignant and barbed real live lived  philosophy

to be taken with a LOT of very black coffee

or you're in the wrong destination, bugger off to 

Totnes on really really toxic..sea

just down from their river

bet you this winter not one will do owt.... 

other than hide from it all with Winterings, and only polluting resource-wasteful jostix out 

ohh yes.....

 

i forgot, i mean talk about waste of time

Grasshopper training 

" could you precis it for me if you have the time...." 

ferk em all.... I was always fool, i just need about 1% of Volter's  notoriety

nicely.

even if in that one parable alone, it shows Tolle and co., just a  controlly liittle tribe of twats

more natural "being' in a herd of catty cats

Now, eighteen and a half ways you can checklist yourself to see if youtoo can think in at least one and a quarter dimensions

 being... yes you...

A really revolting picture chosen deliberately as having perhaps a secondary meaning, 'stamp' your rainbows on everything.

Any sane parent never mind animal husbandress - nags a great example in fact, knows that if a child or nag is stamping at or on anything they really are OVER controlled, over controls, neigh good for nuthin much but the knackers...

 Ferrits on the other hand are the one sane domesticated animal extant,  in that they aren't. They are entirely above all silly human nonsense and footstampiness, they perform exactly who they are only ever: interested and a bit of play-nipping for about ten minutes, then back to sleep... in other words they see, or second-sight their way through, and aside, all human neurotic neediness...to control dominate or  pet..(the worst of all true evils is to turn a true "warrior" into your pet...what the English have always done... basically see the magnificent whatisface ehh Elephant Man... and many earlier examples of importing the 'exotic'...and i know that's how they see hertoo..  ) 

 

uggh i had a real reason to turn this back on other than to do one of those stupid 74 ways to see if your partner is a narcissist thing that started in Yankland about the same time as they discovered Paperchase..

And only gets worse.

(talk about self *arm [ i don't want that load of losers polluting my fine stats i only very rarely look at, of real losers who may have followed something within here, but never pay up when they could...the armless having valid excuse not to be able to get their wallet out their back pocket...ohh yes if i deploy " i have a many a thousand every week that nose in to my very simple attempt to teel it like it is rather than the atrocious writing/thinking of almost every other communicator i know ive looked only to seek a few good voices for lassie they arent there......" which i almost never do, that means i would wish to share something with them FOR them - not me i thrive and am enhanced by being utterly irelevent, whatever is the level below idiot savant....but they can never think in even 1.001 dimensions i guess..]....     for me to have searched for that last 'name' who went to HAy in fact bought a bit of it just so one day he could sponsor a local stage with him onnit...never mind several years of freeloading - at the small local shows and fetes i would take lassie his self immolating version of music would ...in fact i am sure did cause more mental unwellness than even their pills that were pissed into the river.... and now having stuck his name in that means he will rise to the surface on my FEED! 

in other words the self  sacrafice i make daily to bring the real version of 20+ years of 100% perfevesion of reality

all that interests me, is ultimate, and i like it nobody would even think 0.00001 dimensionaly of just how much harm that is for me..

but then i was right in our first flurry

" sweety... i really am bulletproof..." they of course will always turn back on the likes of me: Not them.

" that sounds a bit narcissistic then.."

If only i could have cured her of just that one bit of an infection, of them...from there (The Source) 

but as discovered the true GREAT BEAUTY rather than the ok version with a great soundtrack is knowing how when at last (Totnes so mortally wounded the very very latent 'green' movement founded in HAy-on-Wye 2007ish i must check my emails i have perfect archive and anti fraudulent lawsuit library...and one of them too you can't even give away for free...

 by Esti and daddy

and the only other three committed greens

("phoebe ...if your Transition Town three... and our Friends of The Earth maybe four...  combined merged just a bit....share a comms person perraps... even email, never mind meeting place...well then the only eight at VERY best eco aware in the whole region, i have tramped forever ..and noticed.....may not feel like theyre the only ones if they come to meets never mind make the MOST OUT OF ALL OUR PRECIOUS TIME....."

" i shall call him in TT central  - Toty that is...and see if he approves... of our working together..")

I do not have to finish the above bracketed bit - long ago riffed upon herein or maybe the other slightly more formal one...

As it's obvious, and a SPLENDID definition of mass Messianic disorder, never mind their 'n' word, too. 

And WHY - the one and only reason WHY.. the environment is buggered and will always stay so...

twenty years of mass expansion, or entities, preaching mass extinction (other than in their back garden where their deodorant and hairdyes may spill, too - my new encounter hill woman sunday aft SHE said it to my face before i had a chance - a TRUE new romance!!!! but i added in " well those Extinction Rebells of course one could never say even quietly...so your brand - really rather hairdyed and made up...you are so clever to have found some new magycal sort 100" chemical free.." she laughed WITH me.... in fact she has been promoted to MOUNTAIN BABE class one...rating... i dont even mind if the maybe work doesn't come...to have met at last ONE pure equal.... is paradise on their very 'mean earth' i said lookin' at her soil...she did not auto-recoil....with 'how dare you say that about my so toiled for indigenous soil...') anyway yes i think there must be nowadays as many seperate lovely litt;le plenished eco 'activist' entities, 

as the amount of annual dead Bees

cos they never ever ever can do what they say is on their ever changing can...

or anything other than covet the shinier poster of the one next door.

oops there was a reason i turned this last 5% of battery on to waste.... ahhhahh yes

now there have been periods of earlier true ultra (i still hate her word, but there really isnt any replacement god ive spent

at least a half a mil words seeing if anything else can live equally  under that  rotting tent) zen...

But talk about the last few weeks never mind ultra photonic...

which really is the answer...

every smallest one harvested by dint of super methodical ultra being so organised so as to not waste one second which is also necessary due a few cases the last few weeks of the truly ULTRA king and Queen of Illusionistas, false flagging jobs...

one spend a fair bit of time sussing out and planning FOR them...

only to be, inhumanised.. or worse by her i said she had such lovely bright eyes..

ghostly nonsense they all do its so dull...

etc 

ehh yes.. talk about even more skin of the teeth - of course they can't even  think  in 0.0000000 actually infinity, other dimensions " if i book him then he will cease hustlin' other potential bookings for finer sunshine-immune jobs.... " which of course has been the obvious human barter in all post-agricultural existence - organising ones days around the master's needs and ones own to make sure there are a few day jobs if only ever by the day...

master then, or even i bet Mistress a fair bit too - 10,000 years back would have known that: if i book the slave then unbook without much notice... slave has lost   other hustlin's ... 

so he may eat

nope thats far too hard for the infantile of this vile and lost forever aisle..

to be cont 

The dog died of bein' too clean,too....

 Now what is astonishing is always the what NOT

what one hardly ever sees, as DSM worthy observerant, never mind having a touch of epicitis in a never ending flâneur fun time

i must stop, (epicing -  its just faster to unthink and write at the same time in awful verse)  I'm not copyin' unoriginal Voltaire 

no leccy power to copy anyone ever, mere wafting in funtime chronicles  - my goldmine,

i don't need (the data, really) as it all stays in mind

SO.. as they invaded of course they preach 'dance' which is the most artless form of anything ever, just practice

And i like being Bojangles many a morn, no malice

as someone has to merely relate what no artist ever bothers to even paint

Or you get, errata already are, just like China, never mind import their teachers into secondary school, who dont even know the word Wigan..

I bet that Lisa one from the other wigan is minister of it or something similar

About seven million people sent to concentration camp

 to be Big Brothered into a damp

squid, of their former selves, or else!

and a so called educated educator doesn't even know that  - that her same passported, people exists.

Is dystopia ... but that's a cliched easy target, what i love is the exact same dystopias locally born 'n bred..

such as Primrose Al's overpriced bread

or far far more damaging ... 

the language used to cause princessitis, which is a REAL thing

and sex equality does indeed demand  himtoo..

a range of them were tolerated, too,  from about the same time..

in fact form a line! gee whizz

BACK TO THE THREE TREES soon.... as thats when it was all a-buzz

two men back to back, full of  anger and fizziness

buzzin madly to impress..

when a simple man knows that you dont need and stupid safety 'gear'

i chainsaw in plimsoles year after year...

and half naked if the sun is here

BUT.....you notice every smallest twig and branch

(for several metres around ones headphoned presence

only reason, have some ok music on to deaden

the boredom of one must always buzz alone)

that may twang and thus  tickle one off balance

which would just possibly cause a foot to be buzzed off

no ironcapped bootee

or fancy pants could ever save one from the infirmary...

the firmly placed perfect dance each footfall second sighted five minutes in advance

how you save yourself a bloody end to that particular dance

but no... two princesses invade

(photographed way back even then)

tree grab (fallen bigjob the peasants allowed to forrage) yes a bit of haste to get ones portion

but to see two grown men - both middle aged, both not exactly drug free

 at performative jousting via mine can cut through your branch quicker than you can, so don't you be

where i'm now buzzin, but never liaised or communicated

was the day that mass formation princessitis was logged

in my fine chronicle of why, your whole society did die

and that was merely twelve years ago

what came next was better than shitfilm FArgo

  

ahh yes in uktra speedy making it up unplanned on the hoof i doth forget

So THE SCIENCE crystal clear no nuance no need for any footnotes was 100% clear as day a decade back..

" LET YOUR NIPPERS EAT DIRT at least the first few years of their time on your American influenced OCD dirt neurosis no nitty gritty dirt allowed...

as that is best for their LIFE LONG immunity...full bodily.... and let them smear a bit of ferret crap on their face as face paint too....

its just another animals not too smelly natural poo"

But what one does NOT see ...in the whole pestilent aisle where they by default have stressed over the latest yummy mummy instruction manual

and every single one brags of 'modern' parenting of some or other newage flavour...

i see...NO ... mucky little pups.... 

funny that.....   just how in  this dimension 

and this real life, that actual scientifically proven life saver was beyond their comprehension

Over two thousand so called pageviews even before your so controlled breakfast of every atom lined up

 in a sterile little line all across your neurotically ocd wiped brekky table, of nothing ever nourishing..

except me.

so pay the fuck up as his Food For Free

certainly didnt cure his insanity 

nor Nature Cure...ANYTHING ever, i know i have lived innit far more than all of youse put together

And there's only one, day after day....

(i put it in a private audio yesters... so so private! but i just know deep down you can have thattoo...all for free...as that's the only ever cure there is, be all of me....whoever you are, certainly freeloadin' bacteria on the latest superfood, or her - embezzlaress number 3,  kefir. not that that does any good

either) 

Now in this almost as glorious as twenty twenty summer ... oops the title was meant to be, SEX ferkin, avvin' it off....

 

(   just in passing being is I am so in the flow/groove/zone it's daft 

and only ever far too much pleasure, when i should in fact be figuring how to get real sanctuary and pay for it...

    in other words they'll all think they..matter....no they don't even if one image one chap i must not forget .... him summing up every silly thing of them.... furthermore my sequence and every word of promise i recall....

never mind him - I don't fantasise even if silly hopeful unashramania eyes.... always no matter what every sunrise..

and it's a free 

but the sequence, i MUST get THE INFORMATION, to the fine Serbian priest who was truer in constructive critique than any other man of  certainly this century

oops good that's a reminder

every word for me has a flavour

now yet another, indeed its default down here.

food faddist

" want this collected rice,  me lassie...i no longer cook due the price of gas "?

" not for me i'm allergyc... i'll pass"

no longer even causes an inner bubble of incomprehension never mind consternation...

however...

now in far far too long in these always exactly the same places of be your best individuated self found plenishy self...

as long as you can afford the price ticket of her ridiculous kundalini

or whatever last year's love was up to with her sales racket

not once, in fact NEVER  well except for just once but he doesn't count

him noticed in the little alleyway in Uptown Presteigne autumn of our Lord twenty twenty, 

in the shadows, the worst musician ever in all of history

or maybe number two after The Ratty

little false allegator one day soon we shall get to him

So the routine is go to Hay from Primrose hill

fake some nicety whilst putting up the breadshop

 ("Esti and dad's Thursday usual please,  ooohhh that's  a rye and fennel as you no longer value your decade long transactional relationship unless its for a fuckin vat of gojiis or or some other faddy goatee nonsense, your only people, please" 

prices so much it made us ill).

fuck off some seemingly quite ok wife even if she can't be bothered to remember her 'locals' needs and wants

just to get the fuck out of their Primrose poncy platudinous paradise

 Anyway... can't quite afford HAy any more it really does take two to just pay the ridiculous rents...

off to piss of Presters... 

(as usual this lot can't even manage the simple phrase 'competition for limited resources' in his case  great big fat 'motorhome' - the trendy band member type whats they called 

the ones all never-been musicians lust after

but i bet he lusted after one of 'em..

poor chappie could only afford 

god what a retard,  sixteen years using this remarkably unfiddled with platform and  i forget you can change the size of the snaps...

(LAST TIME EVER I USE THOSE OF ANY OTHER!!!!! note to self written in blood!)

anyway talk about clogging up the municipal car park with very limited parking for the few who dont have a space outside their front door in that dingy little dump, poor chappie never seen with anyone else aside him in the far too large for a small car park bonkin' bus..

But it's a free world... or ish... unless you can't afford Hay... and meandered tail between the legs having failed there, my way..

Anyway to the point, now thirty years meandering, noticing, just taking the temperature of the local flavour. Not once did i ever even hear the word 'sex' uttered, nor any evidence whatsoever that anyone ever was in any way having it...

I mean it would obviously occur occasionally such as the  remarkably great girly singstress, one met and used as trusted guitar learnstress for lass twenty years ago, and rather appreciating her first cd... never released... 

even if merely number three in the regional top of the (official, but never charged of course the spiritual goddesses get their PR defence in first)  embezzler pops....  

and pondering her as authenticity... for some years until the bun appears and i had always wondered why that chap was always dressed as if he was just back from Portobello at the local evil Coop, and then heard (not from the grapevine as i dont gossip) but from the bun's mouthpiece that he is very rich and has a fortune in the bank back at home....

theirs, well i don't think it ever was.... or lets put it this way that the spitting and visceral hatefilled spatteration about her lad's dad .... 

was tragic and rather bad

for all concerned

 all that actually matters but the absolute fantasy they all peddle " i'm staying born-again-virginal and pure til the angels mystically guide me to  my next 'husband's front door... " 

in that particular situation fair bit older, immeasurably richer... 

but not exactly long lastin'

nor ever real.

Except for the crèche fees later on.

Anyway back to the point... NO SEX PLEASE EVER unless for some kind of grift? in desperation..i know not as never even mentioned in regional conversation

(unlike Europeans especially frogs mention it just enough to make you at ease with even their rabid dogs - thats from a  recent madone communique - another day) 

and thats why ..in fact i am surpised he hasn't taken it down yet self censoring a simply superb song that always makes me grin 

a genius of kitchen utensil double entendre

all the rest of them jjust obsessed with kitchen utensil 'one up on you Miranda' - ahhahh now that has about ten dimensions i can't yet allow comprehension

of

 anyway back to the ONE and only suspected bit of mating behaviour, seen...

and i felt very sad for her the ex wifey as i saw the most ridiculous ultimate little cliche in progress...

that day cycling down meanderin' around Presters high st about as small street as poss...

god im in such a good mood its time for some remedial Boss

yes in HIS year!

made whole by..." PATTIEEE! "

yes so in the formerly ferk off with your silly Camden ways region.....

there was one i had noticed she must have had a bit too much mush one eve and lost her purse...

about 23 and those ridiculous flouncy Doc martens midsummer...

the usual feathery dreamcatchers finned onto every externality

one only feels pity

I mean those fakes the 4 Non's pretendin' Camden market when in fact created for her in downtown LA  

the whole cliche

Presters had managed to block until that finest summer

just her flouncy no Glastonbery left

what a bummer

But that day...its still seared into my REAL pity circuits, inner eye....

one silly old never-been 'rockstar' well into middlin' fifties

stuck inside of Presteenager parked her

self next to him....

and the look in that dark alley 

infact do ones job right 'n propper even Bruce Inc can't manage a video that's undammaged

by cuttin off the end

poor AI it'll never end

as it never began.....doin ones simple old fashioned job of  collecting good media now'n again

anyway i need and have earned DANGER CASH relating this at last

The really quite old, never mind 'has', never-been,  pretend rockstar

is in the darkened alley [midaft]

the way he's looking into his poor lost marooned 'groupie's eyes...

and shetoo her ashramania reflected back in his pools

of nothing but one thing on his mind....

at least i saw sex maybe once maybe about to 'appen...

but i do hope she's recovered from the ultimate cliche

that in rural lands was never meant to be unless in HAy

but then there theyre all too busy griftin' to afford the ridiculous Primrose Hill, 

adjacent rent) 

Anyway back to stuff - please note the above in brackets that has meaning - not one bit of interest to me

now in the sales pitch they are called 'rainbow stamper pens'

It has not gone unnoticed the hilarious end of an era ...of ocd

except it was far far worse an affliction

 than some DSM bad job concoction of what could and MUST only ever be Understood

I did...as i saw that particularly English (no disrespect to the pestilent bits round the edge as they never had this edge)

From about 37 or eight  years ago....

It was that  moment.... when every girly's place you would visit London town...

well unless full on fabulous pop-tart, even pay-as-you-go

 or secret junky, far to sane to bother

with their latterday or thenday zeitgeist

MY desk has so neatly laid out Paperchase...

I am IN CONTROL!!!
of every errant word or idea... and unless you are me, off you go

 which is of course THE cause and effect of every single Gabor adjacent label, sickness, and bit of BPD insanity

 

 

Now...it is really pretty rare that i ever even refer

 in person to anyone...

to even one of you..

meanies

however next little essay i must do proper really does say so much about how they don't know what cake to chose and when they may they chuck it up...in your face

to be cont

Now...one last wanky wandering day

a whole sequence of a dozen short audio files including interview with the chinese woman

i love my interviews...so do they  - they usually tell me just that. Her little tribe were jaws open in enjoyment

Number one of thousands...

but....

talk about actually dying on the job... live audio action

hours of the latest uncopyrighted but original philosophy

(apparently Voltaire even if hero didn't actually have any 'original' thought, good for me) 

files  05 thru 17

 a few private for now  but one day soon (as they are technique - private technically but i am Mr transparency....so should she be..its the way you fix...yourself... unequivocally... )

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IRGiqZBuLTN3K2KPIGBDGpHYQWzhdujG?usp=sharing

now during my long usual 15  km or so  twice or thrice a week..

ohh but they'll be DIRTY picked out of someone's recyclin..

listen to audios

three in three weeks them buggered up angels 

now... i should sue for emotional vandalism as I had just spent the last four hours saying to myself well silly me only myself to blame as being a NO FOOD WASTREL EVER..i know not what that phrase means, maybe its one thats slipped through five years beyond its use by date...so fair dinkum no one to blame....

but me 

but then near paradise....

and in we go to...feminism at last, KAIROS,  today