Now, being a wordperfecteress one has discovered, being word perfect must be the new phase...

 'The END' being merely a turn of phrase

so to speak.

Even if my ohh my in these last ten years

say what you mean and mean what you say

my constant refrain, day after day;

is may as well be farting into a hurricane

(i like the way she said "he is, not came, and will always be, here in the fresh air between you and me" anyway i have my calling and lucky me

just to jot, but never sourly

even if 'twill be seen as so 

utterly surrounded, though one even hates to use such insulting words

all them bleedin endless Pharisees, and Sad ones...)

Anyway back to business.

A decade but also side quest, hustle

https://landlope.com/ not even the socket and quiet

so as to figure how to make it work on simple url

rather than https off to 'blogpot', god know why,  technology hell.

Anyway one lives to landlope another day

(never felt quite so out of 'place'  as here these days..

so much sadness and champagne sparkly

stuff in the way..of simple consistency never mind propriety!

a job done BRILLIANTLY, hot sun, not enough to keep any of em 'happy')

Anyway with maybe one exception I float above all their dissatisfaction

with their own day to day, or all of life

LONG ago gave up the quest for a trouble 'n strife

But merely finding quite randomly a couple of seemingly good uns who could communicate, this mode, rather than me...

especially the Swiss Walker and her same-as-me bounce

LINK down the page  seems like another age my life TOO full

of nothing ever really happens, so never expect one thing to, either

https://landlope.blogspot.com/2024/08/purpose.html

And in fact love of the camera and wanting to say something, rather than pounce

at the not-quite-right, unapproved co-opted word one may have Miss Pronounced

flourishing instead of merely growth. Or mere survival, or how to persist.

Though in fact that desert is merely to 'deepen' 

And i guess learn how to BE ... 

metaphysically:  we.. just are, here, now, more than me. 

anyway back to business sadly the bouncy Swiss had rather too much inner rumpus understandable when dad of her kids changes into a dress.

Even if it was a decade earlier.

But it takes a long long time and loadsa  lopeing... i hope she continued.

Never mind getting OFF her gizmo watch (every undulation of the path 'twas following

and telling her how she was on schedule or not...my my what a mess, no warnings heeded.

ahhhahhh yes the digital detox or rather "cure your kids of whats worse than small pox!"   not my gig, solo man,  unless there's assistance required..or needed

Anyway why did i reopen this lid 

other than to celebrate yes i know exactly whats better than all those lovely outdoor jobs i did.

And also one day organise the links and categorise

for all i care about, younger eyes

to maybe learn about what a jolly good ultra organised methodical mind

may make of their chaos, my thing.

Meanwhile NOTE TO SELF

Mister beautiful beardy, 

and his answer to my mature parental enquiry.

"what happened in your muvvaland after they decrimmed the tragic junky?"

Was perfect, and changed me

 why did i open this again there was a thread i lost

or as she said and i wrote in the longer other one  16 years ago

"its just about colouring in with, even if you never get around to joinin',  the right flavourin,  all those spaces  between the dots.."

Yes... long ago even back then landlopeing along with that fine Swiss traumatised one...  merely looking for someone not me, to speak on similar subjects with happyfaced clarity authentic. 

and MEAN it

Thus far failed...how sad never mind 

oops that n word again

But what do I "need" merely a mutual benefit jobs-for-SPACE

GOOD VIBRATION or even frequency, place

so as to merely every day at sunrise or midwinter longer sleeps..

ahhahh the meaning of life STILL is if one can have a happy eight hours  nourishing shuteye, as lastereve ...all is well... it's nice to have new dreams, too

but then one can never [fact] tell

even if i do believe... and would like to know in who..

or is it whom?

So much here as a wise one DOES know

still is class, politics, money, class

if you don't understand bites at your ass.

I do

But it's so drole to even bother speaking of it alone.

All the rest seem to want to bash you with their unsmart phone

Just for .....

well.... it matters as bringing up any child without them having a fair start

'where do you live yes on the social class chart?'

is fantasy.... and those never ever ever work.

New phase, not infact because of the new unseen  pathway 

 stumbled upon

In my  rather unhappy 'office' as it happened. 

But because my ohh my another fizzy one

starts insulting me before her fixing job is even begun!

But i would never tell or identify

Being before i started yes those Pharisees Sadducees   flippin eck

behind her back had the cauldron boilin' so as to stew  her neck

she can't be that Mantiss-like  or non-paying...  surely

Poor thing as good as Hypatia-stoned

in public, but i never google  

me i operate only on what with MY eyes, i see.

But there's no pleasin' anyone ...

forget it all, that time has gone.

So as i say.... i know why one should retreat, find quiet sanctuary

me just cos i always love to write my two decade chronicles of reality

and the quieter my surroundings, that gives the time and space to bring out the best in em, politely

As every single one

 even Mantiss number one

gave some priceless [cost fee, habit] gift,  i still smile whilst incorporating,  daily

but hers " telling off time" i think already is  better than all the rest so interminably

dull and boring, when in fact what you want to hear is what's your real feelings, whats YOUR reality

so i can learn where your line is, in perpituity

As i don't mind read,  

....ahhahh i remember now why i opened this...

they so many do unintentionally 'steal' your story, your lived reality

mine, so long English avoided,  one loses touch with their sensibility

it may be insensible to me

or downright bonkers oversensetivity

but you never know.... its far easier to meet half way if you're told to your face slammin' her door

being used to being poor

and they genuinely need a jolly good whack

exactly where the offence line is no sitting on it...

means no borderline between you and me.

just a landmine 

or ten but they can be fixed ...given time

And clarity!

Its like having a new toy i never knew may exist, the idea of 100% ferkin hyper stated clarity! 

to me is purity.

Now i love the 'divine' to unquote Mister Watts who couldnt rise above his own tragic alcoholicality

 joke on me

But at least i also know, as many have said in random wanderings their coast and even near a year their hillocks,

that the best lovely-flavoured word, works 

https://landlope.blogspot.com/

landlope (Google STILL can't spell just like my long ago 'dyslexia', phase, for years,  when i couldn't even manage is it if or iff...??!!??

along 

and these days i can spell Houlllebecq without even looking him, up

the junction

Cathy came home...

so yes long ago - six years to be exact, they all fear they say my near perfect memory

which to me is merely honouring, all and sundry

(to Suzi but sadly, seemingly lost to all sorts of endless butterflying inanity

rather than collaborate,  with the cash i've  recently bridged her to!

loads, half a mil..... and if she doesn't to the council  when he pops off, it will go)

six years back, that glorious summer

"  ten years... DOing alone lil' projects eco or social... what a bummer

"nobody else  ever follows em through.... 

"an endless alchemical cauldron of bullshit stew...

" suzi... it's now ONLY about the message.... simple, wholeseome

 hearty lines in the sand or how to assist dad or mum....

merely with a little of what maybe to be

so as they all flourish, in the healthier frequency

.... but it's that rare thing, human, a ferret would do!

but we don't know their language so a human from their zoo

but with beautiful nuance and perfect body language....

to guide  just a few into the right page....

as rare as a black moth with golden filigree..

i know i'm not barkin' up the wrong  ash died back tree

but.. there are so few and it must be a she...."

COULD.... not me

And found in the very last  place i'd expect  in pretty much all of humanity

" come back.." super super smiley

 

so never mind, 'children first' after them, animals first

i forgot i even had this absurdist work of sort of art (attempting to film the robin seemingly having second sight as s/he  pinched the ferrets grub, seemingly having radar so as to know when they were snoring in their cave and the coast all clear - robins apparently navigating by 'quantum entanglement'  and me never quite sure if they navigate into stealing the fuzzie grub i couldnt afford to let go their way.... by quantums or magyc or whatever the rest of the unknowable universe dishes up for dinner...) 

https://www.wonkyquantum.com/

(that one will really really bore you to death - that was the idea)

so yes... that's never happened before: 

just as i am unusually talking to myself " come back" 

As they even did and showed me their dead Other Animals  collection for the day.... 

someone else said it in exact synchronicity

with me

that's never happened before...

But what do i know ...nothing, except to try and always be engaged and enthusiastic with them is for EVER adult-human  "it takes a village to raise a child" responsibility

not here (countrywide)  though...and certainly not as a singularity

(ok she needs a name now the wonky faeries have seemingly nodded their hat her way....  specs?.... even if   clear sighted no need for any artificial extra dimension... 

speccy

better really....  even if 'twould 

be miss understood

as some slight... or complaint

I know which end of the 'spectrum',  she ain't

Furthermore i don't think i've ever met an English, of the same genes as me

homo-observer.... not missing much, "noticing

to me has always been my definition  always, of 'godly'...."

THE END.....

Now, 'paradise' on this earth....

 I hope she took my little several years back thingummy...

In here somewhere, gosh verbal spectral disordering my day ...

daily up at dawn, and always lovely wordplay

(all i 'want' for the here, now, next five years,  and rest of life

and a backplate armoire, poison protector, adequate wife)

I really must get a proper index sorted out!

What a job that'll be, mutual benifitially? 

My real rather beloved occupation, most professionally:

bramble patches, rotting trees,  tidied, organised, 

 in a method most nature friendly.

(but here gadzooks, i have no idea - why on earth was my paid for window notice

disappeared? 

especially after fixing her very mean earth! no one had bothered with nourishing year after year  - thirty so she said, what'r hubbies for one has to wonder ... note to ed )

Anyway, the juju Vudu, happenstance (best one for now), coincidence, my word: syncredence,  kismet or funny little serendipity...

A few years ago waffled into video here, at last i told someone live, NO CAMERA, action on a wander...

 " the way it seems to work if you ask me....you journey or pilgrimage or whatever the buzz word may be.... 

heading for there up yonder...

but some little quirk or tic or whatever word fits on the spectrum....

some little funny unexpected twist or turn bites you sometimes on your bum...

and suddenly your attention is drawn 

to the actual destination, 

there...see.... aside the path you were upon

but you had no idea that, there,  sideroute was hidden, in the 'shade'

[Jung so so moanining with not very nice words, 

but my my they follow him in trendy herds,

 hearing not much of any use -  if you are dumb enough to ask stupid me]

 that was in fact all along where you needed to ...be.

All i know, paradise would be is GOING to be especially as the bleedin thing's broken after seven not very smart years.

Time to leave this (samsung) Galaxy

And yes what a thought, go back to UNsmartie simplicity!

What a thought, smiley

But then..... as someone who made their living  for twenty years...

touching, feeling,  even smiling over, paper  ...

up in the air, so you avoid crashing into the rocks...

 

saudade  - even if a tad pretentious a word as all i worked upon

a decade plus 

was shareable, or yes, "bridging"  lexicon

paradise regained upon this one

is just a living two touching a real oldschool paper map, 

no awful smallscreen fiddling fretting or squinting into their little trap 

  

Only one is one hundred percent ... i hope ALWAYS...Above.

A very good reason to....  provide pukka helmeetery , or even...

(to be cont i have SUCH A backlog months and months, but then i know there's some kind of lampooning  snooper into notes,  posts even thought

that doesn't have play good jokes WITH us all, and 'it' can't be bought 

so i need nowt of your meanminded patreon, paypal, or buy me a coffee, 

even if I'm still shamed at letting the dribbles drop from the unpaid for icecream

NOBODY distracts me from good presentation and non-tramp identity

unless, they really are actually interesting, despite their yogi tea bag labeling self-identity

i know a fine mind, even " book  the tin can in,  and then that gives you legal pathfaindin' down the toe.. "

but two to tango EFFICIENTLY is .....

... birds and stones and shared objective, 

you dont have to be any detective, to economise: the primary directive!

figure the real purpose before off you go

And paradise is only ... no notifications, no  pings, no dring dring... 

no need to bother  charging  )

I "hope" Jesus loves yerr....

 and if it's not fake love s/he will, first things first, say " turn off your bloody phone or i won't even dignify you by thinking you a mere sheep.... far more a lamb to the slaughter...never mind  speak WITH you..."

saudade being a whole afternoon with the horrid thing OFF.

As apart from anything else it wasn't necessary to even be thinking of anyone else, as ..... well....

I don't know what to think. as the other lot do always have the upper hand, but it's so so sweet to be ordered: "calls by prior arrangement"

Every single thing about her made me almost blush...  never mind evaluate: so exactly why (i'm only ever interested in universal paradigms 

never one-on-one even when cheeky perfection) 'disability'.

 Anyway i know nothing except my bleedin' modem-phone has the weirdest ever fault in all of history

And now i got one too, a real disability...

Especially when one encounters one brave and centred enough to know that even some nutjobbiest attempt to say something "outside the box" - NO!

Precisely. That worth saying hasn't moved. Commonest sense, and  that straightforward "line" 

.. simple, easy, obvious  that we all knew in saner times

haven't moved; it's that damn box's fault for jumpin' and bumpin' itself   'outside' 

the sane and simple words that haven't changed. Nor moved. 

Or at least need a jolly good rejig, as we did.

And i haven't the comedic grin to !!kick!! that box, back in to place

But i met someone who i think can, if anyone can, merely by her cherubic face.  

THE END.... no one follows through.

" NEVER.... 😉..." 

Until they do.

But define heaven on this earth now:  keep the damn thing  off until the end of time. 

All they cause is endless pain; never mind screw up my never ending rhyme.

  

Now...inadvertantly

 I shall now final nail coffinate

soon ideally when some insipid sugarfilled marmalade

you're at

the real tragedy 

no one could get into any song essay  or poetry

i discovered quite by amazing smiley little faces

someone isn't fake, in her sincerity

gee wizz what was that quite good thing i dozed off watching on the last-time-small screen night before last

all io care about is accurate history something from the early eighties

yes its cummin... ..an [F] stating " my mum a Mistress of self pity... better off forever free

from her dangerous neigh lethal  hegemony.." 

hahh hahh "Touché" (pronounced too-shay)

smiley too

culture is SO important a therapy when 

honest and true, and goin' where there's no money in goin' today

Now i will even critique number first equal fave goddess when i see cant and vanity

Her good vibes not even workin' on her angst and un zen inability

to just let go, when there's nothing we can do about the destination

the next fake little Laurel canyon

or the mountain above, 

if the pilot's scratching his bunyon

and doesn't notice the 'whoop whoop pull up'

till its coffee cup, internally, 

time for, if you ever fly, soon,

edited highlights of how just so many of them crash and burn in such a way still today that even i gasp in consternation

at how tech's done so little to even assist their concentration

  

never mind the FACT that angels aren't afraid of flying 

and the top commentress

 should have shut up and go and tug at someone else's flowery dress

 with illogical, wrongworded, fake metaphysical profanity 

never mind

 

I sat next to Minnie on a flight to Chicago, back in the early 70s and she confided she was uncomfortable flying. We talked easily throughout the flight and she didn't realize the flight was over until we touched down. As we were disembarking, she thanked me for making her feel at ease and surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. Truly, I was Kissed By An Angel and her gesture stands as a memorable highlight in my 77 years on this planet. RIP Minnie, you are missed by many, including myself.

something else, later

But yes a pure proof of total sincerity!

Here at the one place i knew it was always dangerous even to smile at them

never mind them and their so friendly "hello Simon" when any others would scurry on by

and back home, actually proof theytoo live out i do think my first great book

she had a dead other animals on her funny little poo stick

oops i keep forgetting, as it wouldn't look quite comme il on their Desert Aisle...

Actual booky saudade, gosh at the beginning of this phase of perfect unmade

up the junction, to angel rocks...

It must have been one of my very first, 

bit like Bella's  magnificent How to Kill..

Felt like tearing off the outer layer

I wont be seen reading that underclass  vile player 

of the sex up all, so as to say nothing, game

perhaps a little like Monseweerr Charrière

validatin' violence via some sewer rat, turned tame

tale of nothing deep and just the same

old hyperbollocks sensationalising something better left crashed into the rocks

but i was wrong.

He did it with such gentle and honest  alacrity

I really do think, Turgenyev, Gabriel, even the Rachels, 

nope... if i have to be castaway with only one, until all hell's

wrath is spent,

 and  rereading it a few times til Bullimore 

gets unlost at sea and finds my sactuary shore

 I really do think it would have to be that one that seemed so ultimately cliché

Henri and his butterfly does in fact win the day

As heartfelt truelived travellers tale

truthtellin' and true skincolour free idyllic  equality 

The Rain song(stress - no gap nor lacuna)

 

now...she'll think she's a songwriter..

bull

merely a soul singer... of supreme true soul as good as fatbum my failed sisterly

travelogue happy endin' 

coupla greatest mountains ever, the real reason for denying the greatest one ever just a limey dance

 as me no 'tit man' as they say....

and they don't use words like 'sobriety' 

so thusgot a very very intelligent long thoughtful giglist created by a woman of drugPornzance

who had seen them all before.... from her London  actual management tent

" she is good as you say...

but she needs to try this place here, another day

here and she'll be consigned to trite tart insipid obscurity"

and my effort in her behalf at least half a day

of course not one ever has the manners to reply  even four written real sweet songbird words thanks [for going to meet with her, and all those ideas for me]  but not today

now it has not gone unnioticed that every wrinkly Cheltenham babe that runs 4chan seems to have now found Zeppelin on their todo 

list gushing about something they never actually DID

and all fantasising about a history that never was

is rewriting of history and i'm sure the mad junkythen did nasty stuff

like The rat told me about even quite nice Axle

at a party with sidecick slash goin round jabbin junky needles into drunk  lassies thighs

just for sick kicks

anyway at least some real version of history and a fairly good song  that her of late, would have been so spazzed out of her mind by the second helping 

still going on even old 'n lined about "psychadelix"

anyway at least they had a bit 'o real emotion and confected discombobulation, made of summit sugarfree

junky 

BUT..... it was noted and this is so so hard!

As we forget infact its well hid

which side of the pond started to peddle pills to babes in arms

so their dick will never actually mature and get hard

and they of course must neurotically fiddle with history too,

hiding that one behind some latterday saintly

(quite interesting latest TOTAL spin on a man's a man 

unless he wants to eneter the running race as a babe ... 

EVEN THE UNITED KINGDOM OF TEAPOTS HASNT REMAINED QUITE THAT SUPREMELY BONKERS

challenge the fuckers to  a duel with conkers)

anyway Fordham now i diligently bought her  first cd

talk about the beginning of an eternity

of rubbish songs sung with some kind of confected virtuoisty

and imagery clearly lesbic  intentionally 

really rather pr savvy....

Utter amusical hogwash and forced unmusicality

to sell nothing to the wicker basket clad 

actual totem: the dungaree!

Anyway theres no way i can give that rude lady one more click

sunrise, typin'  in' the rain came' 

WITHOUT any name

and up comes this rather lovely looking dame

for certain she will have something real to have been sharin'

Something rhetoric heavy downpour 

of fabulous gritty chainsaw..

rantin out what its all about.... with actual sawdust-floor infused carpet shoes

KICKIN out the real blues...

soul or something sustaining..

about it now raining...

and what dyer know...

Julia mark two, a load of swampmud glue 

does nothing for me, and if you

well you found the wrong Odyssey by accident

 so bugger off to your likely free tent

sponsored by  Cyclopse cravin' after any old sheep

never mind your're so mean you would make even him weep

at last ..her mitigating circs, just a copyist.of course....

 so there you are thirty years ago! infact thirty two.

Knowing 100% for sure which direction the rest of life's nana boat will be headed, 

any way but this way 

(and all i wanted was to rescue.... or even bolster her learnings " this Gweek creek just full of hate" which of course is an atrocious and wrong usage of the language as hate is just the latest trendy nonword for the tragedy of humanity always picking on someone lesser or considered outcrowd....

and it takes REALLY good rhetoric to cohere the crowd back into somethin g vaguely functional or

solidarityish 

wow i had lost my faith in photo art 

but thats utterly heartstopping and fuck off if you dont think so too

(if it says up yours Gorby, solidarity, then its said exactly the same as if said by an English even though it hurts them to say it so,

[exact comma placement there sadly so superbrained Serb would ever even get and thus needed translator ohh well how sad] 

they dont)

Anyway whist without a doubt  the anglosphere is the problem..

(this early summer essays still to redicipher) 

not 'place' but a shared usage of language developing into a shared arrogance and extraordinary ignorance

The Angle side of the spehere long ago one knew was more dangerous than the armed side and all their schoolkids shootin' each other

as the Angle side has this angle they are superior when they never really were and illusion is far more longterm dangerous for any peep...

Any place

there ARE human universals and ferk if i have to have one more convo (even with Muzz Gorgeous, perfect Floaty boaty above it all ) about yes some things are standard...

people especially chioldren brought up in a fake story do figure it and it really really hurts them sooner or later thats about the whole of the last 1000 years of good literary ...

not history,

 thats perved up by Starchey and co nevermind Hobsbawn... 

they cant even figure something simply biochemical that the science says the sugar makes you a tad emotionally vandal

And The angles

 were the first to thus vandalise the handle 

to quote the otherside

god ive just shocked MYSELF at the pure insta rap of that this is all NEVER a second to think

other than about how Tupac's [i have never heard] 

 finest  mum Afeni, 

GREAT legal actual 'activist' riskin neck and years up the swanny

 would likely think

ohh let bygones be bygones... do we have to....

 

i mean who has in hoistory rhymed ANYthing with the greatest ever of em all Afeni

well not many!

Now....all that really matters is the live, in person, version

 And in the last 'place' to quote Mister Andy Pandering to the press,

(at last a tad of real journalism " ehhh...well he had these big press conferences kissing tramps... but a few years on there were just as many on them streets and just as many pot holes) one ever expected, to meet and groom the only one who spits so elegantly

I know she at least will have done what she's been told  

" слушать учителя....!" 

why does it have it in our letterin' too? sadly there wasn't the other lifetime to ...well as she said quite rightly, " i left on the nana boat before developing adult understanding of my birth lingo and am opressed cos even thirty years here isn't enough to be utterly Queen,  innit ..."  slushat' uchitelya

Anyway the EFFORT to even get some Cyril in here without ferkin up the formatting of everything as for some years they don't like you copy/pasting from one page of gobbledygook to another, this...

and it SO screws with the layout

And to reprise even if not enough battery as there's a crisis ongoing that i never have as you just have to "RISE ABOVE IT ALL... " as the very sane one said, a week back gosh time flies..

Anyway that little photo " tell me the stories of simplifying.." 

And it all started with two images in fact, firstly the first one who said that  sixteen and a half years ago, and being a so called 'writer' from a  certain 'place' (i understood I'm not 'judgey' but there are side-effects to a hellish childhood, that can ripple all her life, nobody else's fault, but you get caught in her ricochet  and of course 'authority' merely smiles at the extra business they get from, playing that side of the fence )  was merely prostitutin' the trend...

The trend became for many of them to speak of " simplify" at around the turn of that decade, but they never could it was just a  fantasy 

some of them had having seen tv programs about it i guess i wouldnt know as i knew what's good for a child 25 ago - chuck it out, or give it to someone from the lands where it was compulsory

But its at times like this of late the TRUE meaning of 'simplify' comes into play

from dawn every day.

And all i care about is the VERY rare product that does what it says on the tin, or her stated ingredients arent fake plastic infused..

THE number one methodolism 

of getting Mickeysoft the ferk out of your system

 (apart from anything else it eats battery)

Jarte plus super simple notepad, for free

does indeed do what it says on the tin, except it doesn't speak Ruskie so copy paste off some webpage

especially so called AI ... 

into jarte... removes all formatting if i can be bothered

then paste into here...

In her lingo has to have two extra steps, into gmail first which doesn't discriminate

keeps the lettering  but seems to lessen the innate formatting i hate 

so as to keep it as Utterly simple day after day

No quirky little bells and whistles,

just wordplay

which of course doesn't ever work, not even on her, Mrs or is it Mizz...

Bed 'o nails.... about whom they take the  nastiest piss! 

And obviously

 no way i can be guilty

 of anything but purity

Well even an English reader of ok Follett books cannot ever any more  read between the lines.

Even rather funny fruity ones. 

as i know she just needs a laugh...

and thats just THIS 'working week'.

Righty ho the other image...

oops i havent attended to all that matters on this page 

" love...I am of absolutely no interest [she seems to unnarcissisticaly intuit

and takes my words on face value, done and dusted]..ONLY you are of any interest... and may matter some day...."

"...СЕЙЧАС...!" 

I'm not that nasty as a Portuguese jack-booted used to appear for effect...

even if you have to do some work to follow this which is all very simple really..

" this is in fact your first lesson i was awry starting at Reggie.... if you wish to understand

your adopted land"

 and about the only classical music that ever had any real feeling 

rather than faked for the crowd or king 

And i know she will have done EXACTLY what she was told.

Despite being the most informatively 

vicious hissy, fitting of course the stereotypical mould 

("and in the glorious year of our Lord twenny twenny vision...all so lovely and clear they had gone nuts due grief - losing their bourgeois jobs tvs car payments and status as a nation of shopkeepers....so just in GRIEF and one cannot reason with 'folks' in grief stupid Brett and Heather too stupid to even have figured still moaning about whatisface their chief medic...  and 'conspiracy' and all that silly billy bullshit....

".... i met Mister Anderson's wonderful former chief bumboy buddie obviously performing any-chappie--for-rent?

 in his solo existent

ial angst 

..  coproducer, on a Presteigne streetcorner he was so lonely as an old man and cos of the heavens on side we stopped and nattered in that glorious sunshine thentoo...

"and he told me ' Linds always used to say to me in our heyday years in the sunshine...  the key to life is stickin one up the bum of the establishment....

  but with a CLEAN fingernail'........

and he did a LOVELY performance into my camera ..

his smile was historical....

[breaching my government mandated personal space

bubble of two metres... so beautifully, real humanely]

went with his costume rather quizzical.

The only REAL smile ever seen on a Britolite's face ") 

To be cont.

 

Now that's a point!

 How come i haven't seen her on the streets... or rather backka  beyond ones.

Wow that's rather good insta-memory in that it was about then, when they

invaded roughly twenty years ago,

monetising fake "hermitude" in Those Marches

I couldn't understand, all that rustic presentation and soulful wholesome

And yet nothing between them and their fanbase - all the arrivals

rivals, in nothing but performing nothing out of any real-person playbook

Merely illusion, icon, symbol, blanked out signpost, illusion,

pointing to  nowhere other than their suburban bedroom transfusion.

Of regurgitated vomit, 

not one atom of it, 

ever in any way even reusable, or as real as pukka puke

(i bet that one's mutt's called MArmaduke)

cliff edge, suspense.... what did the truly 'beautiful people' man reply?

And why?

Later

Terms and conditions here whilst being more sublime than ever in life, 

nevertheless those consumer electronics, no receipt! 

to take back the worst offendin' 

thats why you need a reliable wife.

Or THEY win..it's never endin.... 

  Anyway all i care about is showing an organised loyal slave to her rhythm no matter what.

And what is as ineffable as the drugs piled up on even her  hilltop table

And shitty daytime tv....  

And doing a good job and just the occasional rare bit of hubris, a tad awry

"i'm  immune to it all, midday sun up high

no hat, no slip slap sloppy silly potions...

ferk me a few hours on the beloved chan gang, thisterday is givin me halucinations

' i love your job but it's not worth dyin' on, today, three i'll be gone'..."

NOTES FOR IN A BIT

luton woman

to radio 4 prog  on far less violence in society, i believe HER especially as she told me at length of her schoolkid community, there.

"You really ARE [innix] 'beautiful people' .."

" So tell me in your muvva tongue

what's that word, a foreign word, in this land

even if it's the same as Lech's necessary 

one that means one for all and all for one, or just 'community'' ?

Her most beautiful look as if she needs to bite your head off for just asking what EVERYone should know, is so beautiful it's daft.

" hahh that's funny another international word in Lingua Franca... for the English to ... run away crying if you even whisper it in their ear...

" NOW...HAVE YOU PONDERED THE NUANCE YET OF THIS PHRASE I GAVE YOU YESTERDAY,   'BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE' ? IT'S AN ORDER.. THAT I SHALL EDUCATE YOU... NOT A REQUEST... oops acc cap they certainly don't deserve a capitalisation that's the point, it's a kindof question, wrapped up in a stolen kaftan from S Ken market.... in their shoplifting days,  when let out at lunchtime from The Priory for a wander and reacclimatisation....

****

That was then, in paradise under their trees... a nice evening breeze... i need to prepare for the next encounter. What to ask her...

And prove via words she won't be 'fraid of... how hers are so ridiculously apposite, because of.. all the rest, her exact opposite

(to be cont)

But the only workshop that matters, three years hard work prepping for...

A real European man can take dissent; and, knowing more than him, like a man... and thus is beautiful, too.

Indeed saudadetoo....

(far deeper more extensive journalistic oddessay notes always accompany 

but bugger me its hard to even keep up with the backup, 

FIRST, before i get to the longform. All for free..)

And the consensus reached upon something maybe subtler

and more interesting, in his word, via ten minutes of Socratic joustings,  him and me.

Though i guess in baby one d local lingo,

 all it really means, is a Happy End 

but a bit more grown up than Disney....

And i only believe in them, pity me. 

no more landlopeing

 Even he confirmed exactly why

You reek 'a; bingo ....parlours

GOT IT

Even if his shitty Two Cities is just about tolerable and a bit better placed

(remeber the last Moor chat " ehhh... you think they taiught you how to be a lit teacher, well they didn't... Grayling et Al haven't even bothered reading actually great lit, Extinction, i know i asked him to his smiley face,  Thomas's likely best book of three quarters of a century

subtly parodying them, not comme il faut... to those unliterary

so called gods of it...

 and if you go though it Thommy 

subtly weaves in [I DO NOT COPY

in fact it hadn't really occurred as three years ago i was only dead and unhappy,

a bit] his book and art recommendations, and long i resisted Scarlet and Black his number one 

top of the pops ... 

...a far more subtle and LEARNED soulful - real ones,  take on head lops"

nope no point, deaf ears 

even where one is meant to have them for the words of other 'travellers' or mountaineers

(there being only honour upon them hillocks

lost intergenerationally in all sorts of other bollocks) 

THE THREE TREES

two aforementioned though only in briefest outline sketch

But it all started with tree grab number one. 

Twenty fourteen, the vultures still just about alive enough to descend

Two men angry at each other back to back, buzzing away

from lunchtime when they started their day

no reason to be even at odds

 mere stupid lost prideful sods

But not one word of coordination collaboration

" you take that branch i will have this...

 and that way we safely maintain a few metres ish..."

The day that one (photoshot) all countryman sanity gone.

The day that one rural honour did, end.

Now.... well a few days back. As perfect timing so as to be snide to the meanest readers ever.

 There is only one* kind of actual satisfaction.

And having deserved infotainment money from even snider snotty readers, is NOT it.... 

(*aside of raising a next generation 

partly ok.. even if almost impossible in the worst ever education of today)

THE BEST AND MOST ENJOYED JOB EVER

And not even on their dull hillocky moors.

Indeed almost equidistant between the two mere tourist ''Parks' 

But i never reveal any truly great place's identity.  

You never know what nonsense gossip or bullshit jealousy.

now... as so oft stated there is no interest in any Swestern place or time...

At all ever except in fact the rare few whom prove the point which is that on the job, you need at least a bit of fun banter to take you through, that's not about the JOB, it's about anything but the job....  as you know how to do the job you're trained in from age ten by the one beautiful big gentle giant of a bloke who took all the time in the world to take you through every step...

But actually caring to pass on certain 'techniques' no matter what, can be more bitterswetly emotional headfuckerly 

put into one image, from a decade ago...

I MUST get back to, as its interesting, when all about down here is not.

a tree...

In fact two!

One fallen, in a large magnificent Secret Garden* of hundreds of hectares nobody else but me ever meandered much

The day the 'music' died...

The day that fire inside

was pissed out all about by shroomy or cider ways, or infact just a death of spirit

which had until that time, been guaranteed as time to be alive

rather than drown in quick lime

" TREE DOWN.... tree grab....!!!!.."

The local croffulate peasantry 

allowed onto the surrounding  unpathed parts of his property...

But that January

One fell just up the actual cobbled pathways there many a century

an easy 'grab' 'n wheelbarrow back to the hovels and caves

 

And January went by...as did Feb

not a peasant in sight...

March even.... (me sneakin out with quiet bowsaw, undercover of  night) 

Obvious SOMEthing..had snapped.

The heart of even Them Woodlanders, broke...

all communal spirit up in smoke

Ahahh but not quite finished that story of whatever gory nonsense had twisted them out of shape..

REAL emotion is what a junk food addicted nation  - munchin Ealenor's manky self pityful,  Eliphant 

may more get turned on by one day

Real JoJo Moyes off to Zurich time....

REAl... where's my axe and my own chopping block, and I'm sure Heath Robinson had some clever solution, 

to the ultimate failure in the only institution

that kept the land ongoing....

best simple job to share with the younger one...

so shetoo may one day just maybe be able to do the satisfying version

of a whole other tree bagged by me...

And left  standing (Ash died back) ... just in case.... there may be that oppourtunity

Of daughter and dad making use of every smallest bit of said dead tree

All you ever wish to do, real home education, as is your responsibility

* of course like all would be aristos Lady Oxford even way back then, utterly lied to her competition " Capability Brown did it don't you know.."  when one seemingly reliable source said he merely once came to tea 

and gave her a bit of planting info and emotional solidarity  

"Well owzz about that then!.." with a big fake smile.

 So just in case i die of serendipitous joyfilled plenishy stuff - real nectar, that proves itself in extremely good Bristol Chart ratings.

Not that the Swestern varieties can maintain  even their smiles  between the varying plant tops they stumble around endlessly, in the dark...

And anyway, no interest, other than that wonderful young man and less plenishy babe mum,  we huddled just lasterweek  and i had never noticed one before but he did and pointed it out to us the other side of the street of dead bees...

"keep a journal young man its truly interesting the eco upheavals this one...especially here.."

Now..i know they will have listened (posher version of Captain Fantastic en famille) and even done IT...especially when told a story of  how we gaggled around the first one seen and then where the second one was and what happened in between.

 indeed my photos are of a  far more sylvan beautiful version... a real one rather than the other come-latelys around and about..

i have zero interest in.

Other than nobody can listen to a pretty good Socratic instruction developed some years ago..

" i do not care or judge or lament i only deal in facts...  only women have the 'voice'... what with Messrs Mister Fix it, Clifford ehh those other names that's a bout all peeps can ever talk about... him and Ghislane's island ...  copper Couzens...  etc etc even if they miss out from the list about equal really rather unpleasant baby bashers and we now notice the birds have joined in in the mad fire-starting thing.... ONLY women can speak passionately in public and it may get some traction...  fact... the greens may be weirdo failures and embezzlers of my sidekicks time, but they knew that one a decade ago, put a bird up... she may be listened to just a little more than if some bonkers bloke who one just knows especially if he goes for long walks in the hills alone regularly  for his health and efficiency, is guaranteed to be a headbutter in the making.... or if in Pastylands a drug dealer's scout keeping an eye on the horizon for incomming... its HORRID to be a man in any part of Swesterlands...  anyway my hobby has been attempting to bolster, encourage, enthuse, even enrage with quite good jokes these days it has  to be said, those whom DO have the future voice...  entirely unequivocally... if THEY have a bee in their bonnet - teasing it out and then attempting to encourage ' sit or better be a wandering hobo.... and write it just splurge it all the way.... ' .."

Anyway... the one thing of course they could never listen to is just how foolish and prejudiced one can be  DESPITE knowing fact!

And she didnt look a day over about sixty two or three...in the darkened leylight of the energy fields all about...

having heard REALLY what the big (like DIVINE grift) grift is ( i only use that awful word as its become slightly trendy of late as an elbow jab that won't work). 

Indeed  what matters is that even snivelly teenagers knew that THE sex bomb of the flicks 

and even nowadays despite my hairdye prejudice AND knowing theyre stupid  retards,  as it fails ..... being natural silvering (i still do talks and photoshoots) THEY say causes them to look younger than their age as "the skin ages in sympathy with the silverin'  and i know i look fuck-me sexier even if nobody but you has ever put it quite so well..." and sunglasses as they cause earlier cancerdeath...

She still is THE sexiest real sex bomb we all knew back then even if twenty or even thirty years older than us snivelly teens...  

Anyway where did i get to.... 

THE END of the yellowed badly maintained brick road...

In the ...well not saying!  In fact that's a sneaky way to do it, place it on Exmoor! as rival....   

" thanks for telling us those stories.... is this it here [on my phone] ... ?" 

" yes ... i promise you'll like it from your clearly wise mind to even slag off your own born a Catholicism...  

"but thats not what its about, you even heard the old scholar agree with me its a beautiful tract about real pacifism..

"never mind when i watched it i realised that winter 1976  it imprinted on me  a good balanced morality

"and ive never been able to not be on the lookout for she

"is my perfect one...dark hair...skinnyish... 

"does NOT  let him get away with an easy ride...

" youve had you cake and eaten it too M asssterrr Rid...

" but you're not getting a free pass back into the bracken with  me unless you... 

"god i learned so much from that even if of course one fails to remember, and one is failure, nevertheless superb true feminist tract too.. yes she looks a bit Lorny too... though is far sexier...

"anyway back to business... so your Papism... how interesting is THAT!!!! god nobody has told me that before..."

" ahhahhh kind sir let me tell you another story... i was living in the Far East and a friend of mine was taken to the hospital and we knew dying. A Buddhist priest scuttled in from  behind the fridge almost like a cockroach ... 

 " and let me tell you what he said to me a  mere in his ashram eyes [******]* ...well clearly they aren't quite as they seem either.... "

* not telling its so good there's a whole book innit  a proper one....if only they dare....

But the real book, as to be botheredin truths of peoples other side of planet even if their nutjobbery infested London many a decade ago - no other county except Surrey of course had the insanity to believe their be-cloaked grift ... is not for the person of the other people. Who's job is merely to set example regarding her own truth telling of her own people.

Even if they never ever will as sadly i lament and daily discover.

HOW....ever.... i know what is at root. They merely can't listen; eg 

" let me tell you.... this bird i met randomly yesters... i didnt pay her much mind as she was in a flock rather past their sold byebye date... as i just added in a bit to their tour guided by someone who really DID reveal the deeper down truths to me.... 

inadvertantly

but then she had been listening and moseyed up my way  and we had this wonderful chat no holds barred based on SELF DEPRICATION the sexy sort...

yes what you hear is right we can't ever quite tear out the bloodied Mary thing.. or that silly shaded nonsense ... "

" hey but you alone maybe have the best fun -  sin, go and lie to your priest about it's frequency and absolute unfealty....  and then start over again redeemed.. even if all disloyalty is only sadness in reality, eventually" 

" anyway let me tell you a story.. about my time in the Far East... and that age i wouldnt worry  you're still  just a baby compared to me !!"

Ferk Me... i really did think maybe sixty three

A straight back bouncy body and super super sparkly  eyes...

fizzing out in the gloom

As i say, so often " hmmm....maybe ten maybe twenty percent really do LET GO all the way....  no more coyness no more fake politeness no more pretending its all peace and harmony in their local 'community'.... or as i would see that on e atop the Herrock Hill National Park just her bounding up she faster than me way past seventy three... no sports shoes or even water bot....

indeed usually attired quite witchily....

alone have what they all want, but too scaredy cat to let go and find it

... almost eternal youth AND desirability... "

stupid me why didnt i grab her and at least get her email " we need to collaborate on that one -  you ALONE daring to besmirch the unbesmirchable.... and i know you would answer one unlike all the rest i have absolutely no idea ever nowadays what on earth any of em actually have in their head behind their far less alive eyes than yours... so burnin bright
with truth serum...

and realising the key is in givin up ever again bein uptight

shame most of the rest  dont know whats best

for them..

always....even down under ... youll be liking the weather then hahh hahh..."

" bit chilly if you ask me..." 

In a manner thats the EXACT opposite of a moan:  pure unadulterated cheek, even at the expense of her regional tour guides... her local friends. 

 " yes but they all pay ten pounds ...."

We may well  need a ' fight back for humanities' but there's no hope until they start to believe the human words were invented for a reason. Free means free.  

Now what a truly splendid way to end... I do love a rare but worthy honourable textin' opponent. And even  a hippo  oath pledged among the vipers, cannot be broken, in my book.

I am now officially a superfan...and at superwar

 Chaka having an argument with  the stupid poshtarts of 4chan... via 4 chan.... once removed

" all was fine until those absurd little wanky boymen tried to get the girls by faking being real men with their silly little DJ rigs..... DJing killed real music [and a fine thesis] and is FAKE music... "

Posh..at 08.59... " chaka Kahan we love you [ yet more people pleasing when theyve no idea how to hate onself for not pleasing her one request that one night] but you are wrong...[smiley smiley Cheltenham LAdies  smileyspeak...]....."

Nobody argues with a bouncy real  Boudica ever....in my book.

THE END

wow that's a bit of a later-than-usual

 sunrise insight.

So.... you awake in the perfect Sunday Morning quiet atch yestermorn and put on the wireless and get a (there are MUCH better interesting snippets in the can all summer)

Sunday 6am comedy 

 https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3ct983h

moan moan moan....

Now i  have only one interest in 'Christianity' - having against my better judgement even 17 years ago allowed them to have conversations with me and discovering that its all about THEIR pathetic little soul, now... only

not as it was from  the real reformation maybe 100ish years ago about doing good works for the common good, now... here...

which was a fair dunkum a fair usage of skyfaerie made up nonsense...

But you really can't have it both ways, i bet it never says in any modern history books, that the natives would happily Bonobo each other from dawn til dusk...

("if it moves fuck it if it doesn't fuck it til it does")

Of finest Africa from top to bottom...

And you didnt get your head chopped off for a bit of bottie action...

Even if the Bonobos are just playing at it and all also do the serious side just above so as to foster them selves..

But being the whole of poor Africa was emotionally blackmailed into this awful Death Cult (as Chinua's fine  Things Fall apart brilliantly takes you back to...) called Jesusism  and theyve taken it a tad literally regarding anyone not doin it only missionary position with a missionary of the opposite sex...

And wish them an early  very very nasty departure to hell...

On really does have to join up those dots, too, just how him on his so called cross has made so many previously laissez faire  fine African bushmen and babes,  bein bonobo or chimp depending on the weather

 rather terminally cross...

WE...beat that fake Black Bunny

 

Now... back to the beginning and far more poignant pondered material....

And maybe clothes back ontime...

Even if i don't understand..i just don't, nor do i belong, where  the perfect fun happy  family can't even persuade their teens to take their trousers off

 midsummer at our  riviera, not even a Summer Breeze....

Now....

 If the one ok artist must ignoretoo...

I think i shall one day, but i have to incorporate the only GREAT artist and his mode...

" hmm you are interesting Peter JA ... each paintin' of your Monty Python on Viagra... collection has a few lines of poesy with it.... thats what i need to do but didnt feel twas appropriate all these wanky purists think that their customer's imagination is superior to their so called art.... "

I shall, also...one day even if the wanky word The Mong (MFA innit) demanded 

" even my art is inadequate only the word can really get the knives out and cut the butter... lets see what i can Utter..."  one day attempt to showcase my thousands of anti-berbhard snaps

Mostly never ever aforethought or staged - never enough time or place or protection

One called ??? foraging on their hillocks, next to the so called man who can only think of his foraging in the autumn, so as to enlighten his clouded mind that can't even appreciate these mindblowing early ones...  or something similar except its THE SID adjacent serendipitous happenstance one that started it really only half posted i care to attempt to make sense of all their nonsense... that is now officially beyond all comprehension.

Which is freedom and a "get IT back " i wrote on my main new notepad at the beginning of this year. Not knowing if i could even get a bit of 'it' back...

And then i get the whole full house!

Talking of which... now according to the vile backstabbery all about i won't even emerge from hers... today.

Never mind get my fairly earned humble pay.

We shall see who lives ONLY for ...now

 

golly the Oggle spyware does a useful thing sometimes...

 even if i blew it's fuse long ago

Dishin' up another lovely  unknown from that REAL summer, likely just cos i rit '1976'

 (the only one who did the Badger Baiter's best  one, just as good) 

it being safe now to return to that Test being the Lennon adjacent fake family man pretending to bridge across the pond,  has thankfully retired  to contemplate his last unshakable  coil  of old microphone cable around his fake rubberneck.

anyway maybe the texan weather of London that one made her feel at home and all sweet smellin of the dustbowl....

Righty ho ....now one needs ...

nothing, except to work on the Rough Guide to what the vile continent really was, even if nuthin to do with me and anyway  it was as if the boards of the ships that they slept upon that perraps first  Mayflower, were  a second sighting, heralding,  of just how dead-plank like they would be in the sack, during my adventures in them fabulous  mid eighties and on...   

 And thus i am only European; nevertheless history must not be rewrit nor the travel guides.

Anyway as one saw in those eighties, meandering their fake historical monuments  god they had  a complex...

And if they had just stopped the Easy Ridin' and thought.... if we stick a snub nosed little  Los Angeline junky...

Whom actually was a KRAUT and her dad a bus man...big ones...

Indeed i do hope Nige doesn't play this at any future rallies.... or we could get 'im where it hurts...

Anyway merge a ruined kraut, with a bit of a toff, from Ill Notty lands...

 

And you get a perfect mongrelisation  where the nutjob Kraut (and ok a bit of English in err too mixed up with the coke she would have applied externally, thus  inventing the fizzy gusset way before i even dreamed it up in a moment of fizz a few days ago..)  managed to kick the snotty English out of the snotty English and create perfection 

before the rest of em a bit late to the party -  even if rightly attempting to take one out of the greatest fakes of all time

Anyway that will all have to wait even if i have zero interest in any manufacture or origin story of anything its merely do they have heart or soul

and furthermore even if a mere first draft and something does need editing if i ever get a socket...

audios 4 5 and 6  16 aug waffle folder

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1_TW5l0ZG5-mdXpc7q4A6TybQ7U9cHS0d?usp=sharing

You know there is no hope whasoever as number three mentions.... when in this region it is impossible now to have a conversation even with a sportwear clad silly old man,  even HINTING  that 'magyc mushrooms' "sprinkled over ones cornfales every morn" just like the other drugs so many politicians even are dependent upon.... may not be the key to all future psychology...

Nope...one gets smiley-growled at  even with the sexy girfriend in jogger pants aside, as it's not comme il faut, which is merely another more elegant gazelle like phrase for being a dead sheep 

which i know is the key to life, alive ones awake every morn with pure and simple thought in their heads, always, " hahh hahh that was lovely awaking to LAndslide after that perfect nap... before meeting the perfect and so polite immediately chatty and friendly family.... there on my last day"

so, later

 There's a letter to be taken

being I'm loyal to every European

That can now find the flaw, neigh error....

In the stony circular wonderchat with them Thomasinas...

As i realised via  The one and only Queen of Soul

stompin at the mere second rater's last gig

who's own so called Queenship couldn't  even calm the soul of addiction to the grape

and a real healer can make an old crippled pervy get up from his chair at 3 minutes fifty perraps to have  abetter view of the mountains from above

and her erroneous book selection

That indeed to be esteemed enough to take on some necessary correction.

Is indeed even better than meetin' ones equal.

chapter 1

 "so... is she number four...?. I mean it's obvious she's had to duel her elders for every bit o' attention.... and ferk me....... she does it the AUFENTIC way... five year olds oops sorry lass... nearly six.... don't meet eye to eye, 

quite so flirtily ...

old buggers like me 

just the other side of the perfect waters 

that don't separate youze lot from me.... "

"no number three...

" but as you can see ...i mean little miss bossy boots, we even had to lug her scooter over half the bleedin' moors..."

" MOTORBIKE mummy! "

" as you can see...and hear..." 

*******

chapter 3

" .. hey .... there's no signal here .....we're in a nullspot look all around and if you see the hillbrowlines all around you'll have to go up there to get a whisper of it...

" nahh it dont matter i was just using mum's phone to call my phone, ive lost it..."

" ahhahhh young man well that's perraps a good lesson in you can't rely on these things always as we were just talkin' 'bout...and that silly government alert that awoke the sheep dozing outside  your tents "

 

1976

Now even if i Missrecalled one fine event, that of The Hurricane and the world's most desirable fiddler  ever, and best, indeed a year earlier.

In the great rewrite of history that fair dinkum started with the worst blokes in the world, then... ignoring the first propper pukka appearance of punk, never mind annotatin them history books just so, even if my Deserted Aisle would  be only quiet girly tunes, "this is a song about an old Welsh witch.." my my we've met a few attempting to monetise them...

All the incame to The Marches, ever did...foraging for something that never existed...

As thisteryear i have attempted to save so many from " ehhh... a great heritage expertbabe said to me all her heritage compulsion is made up as nobody can imagine why forexample they built these stupid stone circle inventions.... "

And they often get a little jaw dropped that someone dare not to be in the most conformist mindset ever in history, all tourism is....

  Indeed all them 'stones' could'v been for for all we know..

To tempt  the Great fizzy one to do a live gig so as nobody need bother mergin' ICE leccy gloves with gussets inc as someone found the magyc formula long ago...

in that glorious year when she should have drowned them hormoneless m oanin Ramones and taken her true throne upon ...indeed kicked down their silly Stoneyhenge and saved everyone a lot 'o time..

THE PURPOSE of all that sweaty stone work was over thousands of years to only tempt her... 

  

Now... even if a bit of a fake Johnny come lately

....The infamous 1976 UK drought lasted for 16 months in total, beginning in May 1975 and running through August 1976. The most intense peak of the dry, hot weather—often remembered as the 1976 heatwave—lasted for about two months from late June to late August 1976

And a propper summer spawns a bit of a rant later on that  glorious....year...

oops how to actually give all the so called Gen Z a mental illness that'll really piss em off and make realise they're entitled to nothin, at all....  when they realise that in fact exactly mine was the 'chosen' ones...

i mean what a ferkin discovery!