so, back an audio or so...or is it three i have so lost track of so many balls playfully a jugglin'.. but i know all by name

 Montaigne would surely know, that it would be factually incorrect to arrest a chap for treason, if he stated "98.27% of them all are dangerous headless corpses, and that's before you make the mistake of ending up alone in a tent with them "  based on a fairly random sample of maybe a thousand observed over a few decades, stuck in Hades, which any real father unlike say John Lennon  - their vilest role model heroic model, for the end of humanity,  never mind the end of real creativity, as stuck where you know you must not be nor must your child for sanity, is where actual creativity actually happens.. (as long as you avoid their 'happening's,  with one exception)

would put before anything else... remaining. Where you are stuck irrespective of tax or immo statuses as thats where you must be for lass or sonny..

Anyway ... Montaigne now i am sure i didn't Miss-hear it, an essay upon " is it moral or human to take my Missus comme les cheins over the Aga..? am i disrespecting her.... even if i rather like it that way and she gesticulates as if hertoo... "   is obviously if he did write that i KNOW he did but of course it will be supressed on the Yank internet who  wouldnt know how to do it without their vile porn, never mind ever get juiced up about anything.... but real discussion of real morality, unlike just shooting school loads of kids, is too much for them...

It is astonishing how many interesting 'base' matters are as good as non existent on their web of Yank neurosis i know all about.... from real travel...

I have no interest in but Montaigne would I am sure know that to suggest  1.73% of them are actually ok.... means that you LOVE too the 98.27% and would if one could implore those majority to actually meet and learn from the 1.73% and this is the exact OPPOSITE of treason.  You 'challenge' those you love, even if they are as dried up as  the real 'drought' of 76....to be the best possible simple copybook version of whom a lot of them once were...

That is i am sure Monters knew AN ANTI-TREASONOUS ACT...

But is a sad land indeed one of only self 'armin ones who seem actually  properly terminally addicted to ridiculous bile that comes up in their own throats....

maybe its just better they all get more facts with which to be  even more auto-bilious about 

so onward christian soldiers..

one thing as sure as ferrits ....(ohh god she had sometoo...) ....  never mind a near year BRIDGING others  - none of whom had met each other.... and the lasses, for the lasses... and nobody even suggesting they may attempt to trick-bridge mine.. there is of course even worse than that which is when ones actual ally suggests she will, and forgets.... 

Yes one thing for sure a certain Mister Brand's brand of " awakened wonders" that still has millions glued to him,  does not work at all other than to enhance the self branding of the  very odd 98%...

And any parent knows that tough love works.... even the mad ones who believed 'past lives' as policy,  also work, occasionally berrate their kids in THIS life...

So being so utterly frank and fullsome about that odd 98% Montaigne would know is exactly the same as " even you...  i still wouldnt want to disrespect you by a jolly good bit of Aga fun... unless it made you feel truly warm in a  sustainable way bent over it...and watch out for the plastic that may explode .... [ does she know!!!!? The Bush....turns out Iil' Miss 'Beyond The Script'  pefrect lil' miss Medicine babe and 'livin the life' on your paterons and coffees......living outside the 'matrix'  had falsies all along .....god i wept with the purest Billy Rowan the Undercover Hippy begging for airfares to go to BAli and write his  save-the-planet ecosongs..... false poetry of it all....all is vile but so insanely beautiful! ...but she now is world record hiolder, any sane and even insane one 45 years ago knew that all falsies are buying into their 'beast' or script.... cos you're a BIMBO...and dad never managed to tell you how to remain safe from it all, or substituting him,  most mums were 'sorted' enough to, too........ as i heard her use my favourite word BEFORE it was repurposed by the junkies... ..] "

" even vile Mancunians,  hahhh i always thought  she were a bit 'o Mick she was so post dull-folk revolutionary, ad enuf of the moanin' .. started out as a real folk lass......managed to write something perfect once... jazz it up a bit and chuck in some  true soul reality....

"even with silly padded shoulders... never mind paint a perfect real life,  neigh it has to be said Dylanesque...

" word picture of them snubbin' each other  on the street... maybe

"so perfectly

" i found, randomly... as soon as it came out and was sent to the remainder cheap shelves nobody else  bothered with her, then....

"ive known the best girly singers, always, i raised myself on them...

".... but you...ferk me you... have something else you add in, so much more of YOU... ..it was spellbinding especially right in my face ... if those loudmouths  ever shut up....you are different....you make me think, too.....of more than you, by being just you  "

The one or maybe two, percent...

her the one one percenter for sure, lil' Miss " i float above it all..." rather tall-ly

 ...me i would love to be her mutt tethered to her bouncin' by...

otherwise

bye bye too tough here 

As the 99 or eight,  god it has bored me to an early grave for about six years exactly " they seek to divide us..."

what poppycock even if i know when you're beaten,  

as even the rather great men who had the best tunes, as in Bazza....

had a FAR FAR better live version of this one up,

 just him and his axe...

so so much more perfectly nuanced and insouciant

NO 'production' it was the most perfect thing on the fairly good tube

and the twat didnt even know he had reached perfection

and removed it

Anyway THE hard word, i mean not only will no 10% maybe maneater ever understand most of themtoo can't any more

 The most 'romantic' moment in history occurred just one last time on HER hillocks

I mean .... landloping with EXTRA bounce after sending her that confession as to my "heinous crime"

But i missed out the best punchline " I'm sure their was a statute even in the Stone Age about nickin' a babes man-beatin stave.....  " that only came when her song was put into action....

bouncing along to them, theyre as good as BAzza....

To the place they sung of.....

And she was told " ive been up there in your healing mythological famous place....half the summer...not another  soul.. ehh maybe it needs a bit of a rewrite..."

And she didn't bite my head off. In fact seemed...to like my true version....

 "they only sought to divide us...." ...oops i had a better punch line in my mind and then saw bouncin' along the only one who is in the business of actual life.....

later

it will come back.

As did Master Kerr.. lastereve...: "who was that bloke ....leaving song minus the grape... ehh i cant remneber... ohh well it will as sure as ferrits are far too sane to bother with the grape come back tomorrow dawn...it always does.....  if she wants a dance.... well remember one thing..... tell er that i found the Masteress of em all when she was stuck at the MAgyc Roundabout for days....

Mary.. i knows true real  one who didnt fake it.... 

"the only one ever allowed around me with err sunglasses on.....  the rest lost to every cross and steak in the hearts they never had..... cos they even ran away from the sunshine decades ago.... why i rather prefer even The Med.... but then Pyrenees far far .... proppah jobs.....

"

Anyway "romantic...talk about a triple edged razorblade of a  word wrapped up in a  good romp so as to maybe define it... none of em even know what the other meanings are any more...

"ridiculous Byron with his obvious mummy issues....Dickens just rapacious for every whore in London town one can just smell through his occasional bit of fair dinkum at the head choppery..... most Europeans i knew knew exactly what it meant - the splendid best version.. not here......"  to be cont

 

oops i always forget the best humanitarian line

 " and she was instructed, prior to heading off into the hills, HER in charge, him just a novice.... of which was the sturdiest rope 

 [oohh they even

 have 'natural' horsemanship grifts now for all the Charlotte Church types  whom even bought up Rhaeder  the once safe space away from ALL of them! and went on radio 4 to waffle about 'intentional community' to praise only her... plenishment ..and abundance ....[ link from a year ago xxx ] with more cash than sense   https://www.ropecompany.co.uk/store/natural-horsemanship-horse-lead-ropes-white-navy-or-black.html?gad_source=1&gad_campaignid=1896345323&gbraid=0AAAAADnSdOte3jU0MkCMiLs97bHn-0LIq&gclid=Cj0KCQjw8JPVBhD-ARIsAO691sHW3y65h60u5FnpNqzpoZN20lefQtCnmQ94GJrEfx6nPm83Jw1FZj8aAv3PEALw_wcB )

" indeed which two from among those we had around was sturdiest ald least likely to snap or get tangled ... to make sure she packed along with the picnic..... in case they needed to tie up the nags  and dismount...if  they were tired and needed a 'nap'  in the grass together...in nature... after their fabulous first ride together... without ANY unnatural wink wink... thats a true countrymans real art...make the next generation feel all is natural and the way it should be..."

the Sea Shantie

 " or write one about the madman.... who as a sort of last resort, but if you actually love  a kid, unlike the Britolites who 99% just love the land they may be able to monetise for themselves... breeding a couple more expensive nags for profit... and need all the other users gone so she can use even more of her supplements and when they dont work douse herself with even finer grape...if you love a kid there is no 'last' resort even if each step feels like that...

"he's sick to death of stupid nag women who only have them to show off.... god only knows what? and nag about the ones who dont have as expensive supplements for their nags as they do.... (99% guilty fact... i know a couple not like that)

" lives in a tragic sick land long known you must never be alone with others' kids or some false allegation will bite you on your bum as sure as ferrets are ferrets...

" has not a penny to spare all the gibbers stopped his work  outdoors, as they felt sorry for THEMselves in hysteria year  despite owning enough land to pay for holidays in the sun forever which was the best medicine..

 " the landowner has such food faddism  - why she was 'ill' even if she was ripped off by one of the usual voodoo sales women who she was never QUITE certain if the thirty k had helped her psychosomas an itzy bit... my god that one must have been a good one to have achieved no 'healing' for thirty grand.... yet leave her victim with the idea it just may have helped just a little but not sure...? so i had to actually force feed her as she was dying of being a skeleton... as seemingly only i could see as she took her top off one day to help a BIT... ' ferk MArg you are 7 stone  or less i can see without measuring or prodding thats death zone luv... let me get FArmer Helen in why didnt she notice too... you aint arguing this time'...."

" over nearly a year a true miracle happens....  they're all whipped into actually meaning what they say....

"there's some sembelence of community and girlies are sent off into the hills with just other girlies when a year before they hadnt any confidence to even trot a bit..

"one of the girlies, the one older one age of consent,  was even encouraged ...wink wink... to go off on a solo ride in the hills with picnic hamper and her boyfriend... show him how good she is at a galop....[ my that day we smiled ... at nature in action, he made happen]....

" but by years earlier sick to death of every  fake lost sick weird Britolish... every one of their sick kids.... every one of their 99% are useless showoff nags... every one of em con the simple workman for his simple fair wage.....

" not one bit of it in any way wished as ongoing for the self.... THE one and only purpose, was in august twenty twenty.... ' MArgret let me see if i can find some lassies to adopt em for you... theyre too good for the glue factory just yet...and you do LOVE them....i dont KNOW any but who knows what may happen....if i let go and speak to any mum i see meanderin' along on my old bike... its a long shot.'..

" but from the very first second of the very first successful chat with the first mum he coerced while she was sat in her motor at the busstop with her lass abord as he saw.... 0.5 seconds in as she pricked her ear up.... ' ehh up lass...... got any girls..... girllsssss... who may like to use a nag for free...now school is out again.... 

" his thoughbubble....: wow ... ehh if there were just one... well maybe i could get my own over as a bridging operation.... a sort of relaxed new phase... maybe if she saw even a  few of them gathered in some photos...she may get jealous and  come and have a look for herself...and want a turn.... last time i saw her in the land a decade ago she was belting across the hills on one.... who knows....

" a whole actual free girls riding club.... gathering...all winter ....  and even one boy allowed as long as he didnt complain about the flies buzzin' around his bare bum...in the hills... set up for ONLY one reason....  and that failed, too... great REAl life sea shanty if you ask me... beets that pathetic Ancient Mariner who only had himself to blame anyway for his rotting albatross around his neck.... aint that what art is for... telling REAL truths about now not some fantasy ancient history... i dare you

" you could stick in one fun verse of how he even survived the terrible jagged rocks one day on the homeward leg....  him to the grape head by recorded whatsap.... ' how dare you.... i knew you would love so every word is recorded.... of how the two of us farmer Helen and i say with now your LAndlady you have conned with medical insider knowledge around her table as payyment for your use of her land.... but i made a contract written signed and witnessed by the one landswoman left my ally .... i did the illicitgirls fence rebuilding days of it for free... other fences and even getting the rats out of her house she was feeding you dint notice... for later on a tenner an hour.... and the materials you alledge me of embezzling the money for,  funny that as there wasnt any money paid for them.... the fence posts were all reclaimed from farmer Helen's land days it took me unpaid....  for your overpiced fuckin nagtoo...'....you spread one more word of that nasty runour i long ago expected.... i shall release the recording of our crystal clear careful deal .... ...shame i dont have one of your so called boyfriend coming in with his guns to suposedly shoot the bunnies when you had already been told one of our lasses was a bit towny sensetive so not to, and it did scare her away for good when she saw it.... exactly your vicious orrid lil' plan...ohh and your own brother the farrier laughed at me when i first met him and he then saw you over in the field pickin poo..... ' you've got her here....you must have a death wish...' ..... but i'm sure you're just the net result of some awful vicious circle way before you.... you stop here and now. i will  never tell one word of who YOU really are.... but you can stop your fakery here and now with me luv....as your daddy eckerslike wont have told you or whipped it out of you, too "   

 

So, an evening even if half dead due me on my poor lonesome own time zone

of ye olde songs...

I don't go out at night. Countrypeeps get to a point or got to it years, ago, of knowing that those 'out' are on a different jig...

However a wonderful fifty year old muvva. She knew.... "i want to hear more.... you are telling me things i need to know...."

" well i know one thing, even if they can't listen.... that women are ONLY desirable past fifty two.... it's the absolute fundamentalist zealotry that has taken over or rather has not evolved as things evolved in the eighties into nineties the backwards slide .... we all wobble at fifty that's fair enough being rather stupidly stuck on numbers  i guess it all started with 'three red crows' and all that voodoo....... but at fifty two some women at last just move out of the rediculous endless obsession of how other will judge their look, i guess, and thus start to actually look great... grown into who they ARE not what rubbish the advertisers or Guardian Colour Supplement papers sell to them... which incidentally PLENTY of us in our teens and twenties were way way above .. ignored it all ...

" anyway you accept the skin you have and even that is too close to their fragile bone round here as if it's prejudiced against some skin you may dream of...

"some ... grow into it... are far more at ease you can see it in their skin, age over fifty....and are thus at last truly desirable....

"me i sort of was looking for some trouble 'n strife a decade from 2016....  a hundred acres even fifty even five.... 

" i was actually given one of them to use for free  after earning that gift by a winter rescuing an old one who wished assisted  end-it-all...really...she told me so..... and i didnt like her at all from earlier jobs at her place all she did was moan.... and i discovered later on what a liar! she conned me telling me she had no money at all and i took pity and would do a half day sickling her hedges for a fiver an hour i took such pity.... later on with my ALLY farmer Helen we had to help her as she blew a minor fuse and discovered she had hundreds of grand squirreled away or one at least...

 https://paddockandnags.blogspot.com/ 

" in fact thats especially why you need a village to look after an old bag...  as i would arrange two of us helping with her internet banking so one could witness the other... as the first thing a brit does if anything even slightly goes wonky such as the mistake i made asking another horsewoman to join us to shepherd my girls up into the hills with me as obviously a bloke cant be alone with his girls up in the hills in Britolin if they aint his...

" smallest peek at one caught with her knickers down they go into immediate false allegations attack...not counter attack as you never attacked them, just accepting their sick status quo...  its so sad its come to this....'community' impossible and i was great at it as i didnt want it for myself ever in fact like walks just me and one other ...

" anyway utterly random mistake...turns out the new smiley one was actually a  viscious meONLY alcoholic and BPD  who then bit by git got rid of my girls.... the clue was she had told me she had a 13 year old horsey lass and i said whoop whoop great she can make new friends too as everyone all locked away... but we never saw that 13 year old...

"but she  picked em off ...my ones....as if they were crows upon the carcass of  a still alive new foal on the grass... and as sure as rotting meat pongs, within a few months all were gone - her scare tactics had worked, she just planted malicious little ideas here and there - and i know she wouldnt have DARED ever say anything about me anyway i gradually handed over the reins as planned to a wonderful teen we had tethered by love .... and the mums didnt come back any more... i think she would pit one against the other...

" and the only solution obviously is you need a few sane ones with you to counteract this increasing madness even where i used to live for years... 

" anyway the second issue is yes this 'community' crap they all come out with...been there, done it, got the t-shirt even if my communities would be above even advertising as i would ferret em out in person.... and see first what their actual vibe was like.... the testing process not 100% perfect as described...

" its impossible... Britolin became the Lord of The Flies island years ago..in fact about 15 or 18 back to be exact...i saw it happen...to 'communities' in places where really it should have been possible...really aside places, quite easy people supposedly gentle and  all lovely tribal in a very understated way...

" where one needed alliance to just keep a few acres of  'woodland eco camping' kind of thing going for the tribes who would come, by cooperation as if you charged the 'going' rate for labour they would have had to pay double for their weekend pitch....

"and they would all sit around their campfires if the 'mush werent fucking with their heads too much ohh yes thats an insult as they all 'micro' dose nowadays...

"singing Proclaimers songs about ye olde community action... 

" but even hint maybe they could help gather some firewood the next day and you get accused of being coercive or whatever new towny word was in vogue....

" THAT...is what i want to write songs about.... the problem is that 'music' even pious ye olde lovely fiddle music.. did destroy community..... began the great disconnection WITH the land i lived experienced as theyre all up at it til even midnight means they dont get the ferk up til half way through the day....so it is the ultimate viscious circle... or theres probably some other way of coming up with some simple parable phrase to describe this ...if we wrote a song about just this and it got to number one then  it would become our thing... Ocam's  razor .. ive been sat on twenty years just trying to keep SOME simple oldschool collabortation ongoing on the land... and failed

" does only one thing....  infact is the simple explanation.... every word they utter is the opposite of whom they are.... and that makes your asshole bleed real blood as all constipation has to be forced out eventually or it makes you real sick...

" anyway yes super sexy, let go,  lassies past fifty two..... i can see in your eyes they glisten without any   products from the ashram sales site.... you'll be one, too....  but your buddy here....wow she REALLY does have it in spades.... i can tell under her disguise about same age as me.... kindof  moves, bounces, gesticulates in ways that make seem  younger than you...."

bloody well working, now...

just when something impossible come and distract even me from my trail of thought that was pukka yesters but no longer quite so sturdy a shaft...

of sunlight

 

oops forgot the punchline even from the lasters...

Master and Marg and all that....

Now....you have a rediculous rat of a blood relative whom in 2010 in fact to be nice and philosophical you put up a sort of lamentful small video clip for your daughter, saying "what an extraordinarily beautiful piece of music,  i must admit...long ive had this tape i borrowed years back just a demo mess around... " and this before anyone made money on Youtube 

you get some mad threatening email " i will sue you.." which any half sane father would think to himself thank GOD i kept my daughter away from those brain dead tragic tragedies... all ruined by the saddest man in the world, the child-man who makes cash only off his dad's name; when he wasn't actually a dad, nor was his dad a dad either...

anyway such people i guess are lifetime mad...

Even if it can all be fixed but they revel in their personal unfixability 

that became as of 2010s a badge of identity

(i said to her " well i can fix it i can fix near anything but..[to be cont]..")

Anyway forget them for now....  except who knows what sneaky little actions they may plan, even from their vile madlands,   when one just tells ones story, fully... 

But i learned over fiteen years ago exactly how to figure where the ice will crack, the tightrope snap

or other such dull metaphors for the lost and lonely with no purpose but their awful personal PR gameshow

will always attempt to gag you

And this i know EXACTLY where the line is.

100% absolute legal knife edge balancing act just the right side of that edge always.

Which is unimportant. Even if Voltaire updated  when the non-non-Tories for years all they can do is fake  their rage and appear Rightist adjacent or some other variant of not very graceful.

I am pure 100% oldschool OBVIOUS perpetual mini revolution just protecting 'gains' made which is endless hard work, classic internationalist equalicist intl humans rights ist... green before it became about whackjob sexy stuff....  classic liberal.... or  even 'part socialist'  as the rich are MORE damaged by lack of egalitarianism than the poor dont yer know.... and they are humanstoo

though no one ever says.

Anyway ... Oggle.... sometimes i wish things to be un oggleable for no seruptitious reason, merely dramatic suspense...

As  even legal 'activism' that gets JAck Straw's jackboot probably kicking you in your kidneys from behind a shroud...using your own lass as weapon but you can NEVER know...

Legal activism isnt enough. only 'story' really makes longterm difference..

and they must be a bit engaging... or have some weird provable impossible twist

And as even the lil' bit of her broken broomstick is all over the web of spidery deceit, i can't even playfully bounce on the tightrope thrown out across the thinnest of ice, which is so good for you! 

works...

cos she is mine.... 

I wonder if she noticed its no longer there.... 

And may intuit second sightly what that means.

I always mean what I say....

especially when it comes to cleanin' ladies.... 

  

But damn it these lowlanders even  a once true Highlander they only ever give you a few minutes theyre so so so busy all the time one thing to the next you gotta move quickly, which is so undignified and ungraceful indeed unartly....

to be cont

Anyway, so, ferk me....

 ... this will take a bit of Mistress and err Margheritas...

assuming we have at least one follower who can follow anything, following on from

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/09/her-lesson-one-once-she-has-watched.html

i do try to pace it so there's catch up time.

Not that i have a clue or a dime 

in my hat.

As to what on earth my thousands keep coming back for.

But...if, well let's just say, i think someone else has Thorred...

 (its the seemingly unarmed who terrify me

I don't belong for a moment in performed 'community'

nor any, even very small town, dormitory )

All i know for certain, 

is that a kind of skirting, or skatin'

the thin ice, unlike every radio 'activist' or artist, making themselves sound so stupid - i mean thicker than the poor palagrian DEI chappie man

And all that needs dealing with as the only thing i hate is even the slightest notion that one is somehow Dave Rubin, 

Stern, his prettier cousin, Megyn,

or god forbid the rabid Hillbilly Elegy, 

something or other fundamentalist, bonkers 

rightist dressed up in aprons i hope under his desk

as i KNOW where the 'line' is and  sorry even Mad MAn VAnce has children,

and every other Spittin' one has JD under the desk gobbling The Big O off

but i can't find one, lets hope for the sake of his Lil' sonny Hillbillies theyre censored

Anyway the shortest impossible sentence is how can one be a proper old school but modern 'classic liberal' especially now even the word 'liberal' is being attacked by the so smug new age gitteratti who never believed in anything such as the true progress of the sixties into seventies even eighties so now brand 'liberalism' as something worse than Mao's perpetual violent headbuttery...

(insert several recent very well clicked on talks) 

  As the whole thing of being a NON Tory ... was that every smallest lil' advance had to be headbutted for years to A get it over the line, and then B. keep it there.. the WORK, of any change being that the baddies  - i.e. Tories, will always stab you back....  and this just as one  of so many examples you have some fake organisation like Families Need Fathers  - i didnt realise just how all of everything in the Lowlands these so called 'charities' are...who DO nothing ever.... (even with a good mix of babe 'trustees' ) claim you as them  when they do nothing...

 (without even tellin the best bit of that periodical piece- literally THE greatest contempt of UKS HIGHEST court ever , someone sneaked through the FNF censors, and Voltaire would have been proud of.... there being very big signs on the door " even whisper whats ongoing in this public hearing outside these doors, your to the tower.." it still being a 4 year gaol term -  2yrs but 'contemnors' dont get half time = 4 in reality -   to print that ...then) 

from https://www.simonclayton2020.com/p/media-on-cases.html

But more important after years of gobbling up charity donation, when four or five years later the baddies, read not just Tories - even if just about the least goody goody Tory ever

 is on the blower 2010 to yours truly  several times " this MAD new bill theyre trying to sneak  through in the washout  that will block your transparency law matey that even protected me against Birgit, ...it is literally Kafka on steroids.... why is NOBODY trying to block it.. or lobby on it..." which would have been REMARKABLY easy as very few MPS attend washout votes, even Hemming MP chief transparency lobbyist around that time didnt bother...so his text to me said....with not even an excuse... 

 Lord Strathclyde  an actual human being compared to the so called goody goodies of the 'charitable sector' who did NOTHING ever to protect the lore that ... was it a year or so ago they're bleating on the wireless that the lack of 'transparency' my sunshine lore  having been  snuffed out (lacuna to quote the N Irish ..later) was seriously compromising their ability to function as a functional   charity  

Which one did understand to some extent some years ago - all Londoners neurotic flaky morons too bothered about being seen on the latest Brompton bike, but i didn't entirely understand just how 100% transparent they all are - literally they have no heart soiul or any dimension beyond a unicellular sheet of blank paper... until having to be based in especially dooneshire a dull year where they - all these chappies who set up exactly such charities... 

spend their down time.... or even retire to. On ill gotten gains pretending to 'care'....

But her gaff - my ohh my - the world centre of it....

I do hope well.... the folk world needs a few new songs  ..modernising rather....

So, define: no way ever could we, me and Fay, a great but American-twintower, destroyed, singer... ever be sat at that campfire with a perfect singer behind us, ....

And it could never be beaten for campfire or even pubfire singing...

Even if poor lass, you can take the lass out of their 'orrid midlands town  officework, complex, life, but you can't take the latter out the former...

Nevertheless a few can get 'it'.. that magic 'it' and recreate it...even if faked. Very few ...

But shivver me timbers when i want absolutely nothing interesting ever again with far too much to catch up on there you are just aimlessly meanderin' to go and get some water at dusk  and...

" i try to rearrange my stuff into some modern day bad folk song ...but not about stupid pirates or nonsense sheep rustlers getting the hangman's bit of string around their finger  probably that will break, too.... as yes the folk song once was the medium of the blog or stream of unconscious bias in favour of..... ehhh... what did you just sing luv.... ahh i can say at last  'luv' without offendin' as we both speak Northish.... but luv, sorry.... that was the wildest most  vicious stuff coming out of any woman's mouth ever basically as 'orrid about a 'orrid babe as you can be..... 

"but........ exckerslike nobody mesmerises me... ever.... and all evening-time music is the reason they didn't parent their kids too pooped.... 

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/09/so-metoo-i-have-taboo-disability.html 

" but ehh ... well the only time for decades one has stopped me dead in me tracks she was sat about a metre behind us and i turned to the lass nest to me and said ' ... there's who you learn from, she is actually Joan Baez  sat behind us dont turn around dont spoil this perfect moment and i have seen the real thing in the flesh several times even if a bit older.... just listen... you won't ever hear this again as sure as ferrets are ferrets talking of which where is it.... don't let it nose around in the fire it may yelp and spoil the moment....  

" but luv.... your spittle sprayed me from the arf a metre between us face to face.... I have never heard ANYthing so perfectly viscious and perfect from sucha  sweet smiling lil' thing....

" and you had ferrits, too.... and tamed lions for a livin' .... you avin' me on or something.... or....."

define, just being wrong, in the wrongest place of them all....surely....? 

Thats it ive had enough i have a decade back to get working on...

And of course..

well talk about chatting up a co-broomsticker up by proxy:

 " you... fifty.... look nobody has told you...all this ranty music you're doing.... splendid, the guy from The Proclaimers was on the wireless today even he managed some minor sanity, and every musician i ever met was thick as two short planks and only ever obsessed with making enough cash to buy longer planks for his rockstar bed... 

" he said that his whole generation have failed to get involved in dull little ordinary non-showbiz politics, and this the mad lot rule which is wrong as there arent two sides, there are only the bourgeois and non-bourgeois, Simpleites,  who put children and  needing very little before his rockstar bed... 

"and anyway with such shit tunes as they wrote its not surprising everyone went home and had a bottle of vodka to douse the flames of hell in their earworms..

"but nobody has TOLD you.....  you...i mean you lot are DIferent... I'm heart in gob.... this anger rage and violence ion your musac.... now... if a woman LETS GO and spills her guts the real version from about 52 when you've got over no longer being an official strechin' it to life begins at fourty... it actually begins at 53 when you become for the first time ACTUALLY desirable...as long as you let go...

" when you will at last actually start to live in the skin we are all give and like it as its the only one you got wrionkles or not...

"like she is..... there...my god she is ... i told her only doc Martens and broomsticks do it for me,  and she got out her stick and quipped back.... she has it the so rare it... ...."

" god....you are telling me something i ...well ive never heard this...i needed to know this wow who are you Mister...?"

" just a.... nobody, nowhere.... who .... ... but do tell her to stick what ive just told you in her songs... as all this pirate stuff is for Gweek or some other infantile theme park.... and its about, especially her..... who i never thought could exist, any more"

to be cont

Now this will take weeks, to get to the one that, if it doesnt make you cry well ferk off and die of AI taking you over...

They really did - heroine capitol of The Marches it never said that in The Guardian articles or tourist crap

even if the far worse drugs down Hay way - there they pretend they arent all addicted to top quality London coke, so they say

or a Prozac to get them through their day

and a pill to make them maybe sleep

All of whom moan only about THEMselves

As one sees is The Source way, too, as they started it....

When i havent met one with anything real to moan about such as the kid who loved taking her road trip movies of how many kids were Fuzzy Communisted - hundreds over the years, encouraged to know and learn about real country animals, no health and safety or even rag to rub off the shit if occasionally they do (ferrits being extraordinarily clean animals despite the 'smell' ALL the yummy mummies invading would ALWAYS mention as we introduced them down at HAy beache The Warren before their chemicals had destroyed it.... ...I am sure there is a video of when i learned the right response at last maybe 2009 " [smiley]  i bet they think  exactly the same about you when they meet you... even with your fancy Neals Yard stuff on,  or whatserfaces stuff you reek of....  comnwoman Roddick i bet it weren't all quite as chemical fee as she conned the world before selling out to the Extermination camp propheteers at L'Oreal...")

Anyway the big moan.... i don't and she hasn't even seen her last few years of ace roadtrip videos... nor ever will i guess... not had i had the time until recently to go back and realise just how perfect it really was..

even if her horrid 100% user, blood family myside, tried to sabotage everything - well in fact succeeded i guess... such cowards darent even speak with the only one in their otherwise dead line who even managed to HAVE a child never mind bring her up properly.

what a splendid story.

Soon

anyway dozens more 'real time' now or thenstuff..

i unlike every bit of Swestern signage just at a coffee shop DEMANDS you have 'good vibes' 

I know when i meet an actual rare real good vibe..

I have others its not all gloom and doom even if my my what a ,minority....

As if they didnt have them their mutts would have been needy or noisy....and quite rightly couldnt even be bothered to sniff at a stranger approaching with malign intent, to test... them...

and my that laugh of hers couldnt be faked...

what a perfect ACTUAL Happy End  to a near perfect summer of just the hillocks

Just a shame i didn't get the call about fencing jobs that would be done, FREE, and will last even their lifetime, and her maybe's, just for good banter as i tell em all...

they don't believe me...

ohh well...how sad never mind their lookpout..over badly made fences,  and crap stonework that falls down after a  mere few thousand years

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

wtf does that mean?

all i really want is to get my thousands of audios into youtube clips without a ten hr job to put them into video via very power hungry unintelligible programs just to put far more interesting audio than quickshot video..

into a channel i could never monetise anyway as you have to have an address to do so...

and the dog walkers walkin posh dogs for owners too ill to do so themselves.....virtually are the only ones with jobs and posher vans  round here 

as seen on Tube upload page

am i thick or is it in double dutch as usual

You can now upload your own dubbed audio tracks using the multi-language audio feature on your channel

HER lesson, part 2

now.... oops then...

 .. the really big one

audio file on what HAPPENED.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1YCDKdSUdkp5JOGpv2HGy2__jvJhLDcvU/view?usp=sharing

Not the Haidt version they all now use, as they don't want to ever ponder what was reality... the one they did have a responsibility for.  Which may have saved us from what is there under the sheets in many ways - his Lord of The Flies... 

As in audio above. 

And i am using my nosey readers merely as duel purpose, too. Note to self, here are the questions also within, even if the one i trained myself to ask was " so what's the Bee buzzin' around in your bonnet..or fancy cowboy hat..?"

And even that doesn't seem to work getting real allies to bolster or cross bolster, they're all just so cross....

Cos they have no purpose. Real ones. That may make you unpopular...  well you should hear what the wisest ever immo my buddy also says about the children or rather child raising techniques,  here....

you can if you are a friend... but how does one prove it?

(it does have to be said this is kindof the best free office almost ever...) 

Now i am going BACKWARDS as nothing else interesting is allowed to happen!

 It will take ten years to have fun with that, from  even ten years ago. 

Never mind never get to here and now.... even if they will assume otherwise

(HER - my true joy, always, and so beautiful a communicatrix and obviously successful parent,   being 'universal' a perfect archetype ... oh what still can be.... 

  merely

by keeping to the rules 'n line that were known of decades ago and that ain't 'trad' it's just what was indeed common sense.... 

there bein' a solution to almost everythin'....

unless of course brought up by either one of the fakest so called 'father's in history... 
But understanding, via an admittedly quite good movie  - even if it Misses out the bling addiction, as real cause and effect, just how patterns (not 'traumas')  get replicated.... down the generations. is always the key.

But of course they the third gen can't even reply to their emails.... when the weird thing is that one i do care about.... it could so easily have been me.

But somehow i had the sense to run away forever from that lil' problem. and didn't even bother going for a second chat. 

Apart from anything else the smock hid the fat
(Smockites... doesnt quite work.... nor does Dungarine, as you have to weave in 

the right kind of them, but someone knows exactly what we both mean. But won't yet say so. )

nope...photos still won't upload...ohh well back to the real job. Maybe 

hmmm... videos are allowed by IT ...

maybe IT knows better what the job is does it now, and the sequencve.......

 i doubt it but lets bring on the end of the world 99% certain -  no mere 10%,  that way instead 

I bet they're doing an 'upgrade'

 the one thing that has ALWAYS worked sixteen years of blogger dotcom ... upload photos. No longer works. 

Just when i had a whole load ready to start splurging.

Of words, first... even a fine one,  that doesn't work - even if a good try, added in by the local bigman of the church. 

HER lesson one! once she has watched the films.

even if it should be called what even Bulgakov couldn't have had second sight of 

 Short audio specifically made for the student, called

NKVD Troika survival lesson #1 

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1KAQ4ZIjkyE_QIQnvEz99hlCQCVQwy6ox/view?usp=sharing

oops i noticed one there i typed 'short' but it only allowed 'sort' - not even a typo, just its head so clogged with un intelligent extras now it can't think just to do what i type...

and there will be many others  the last few months so i am totally unreadable, even if i have in my head every word...one day i can return to fixing it all...
   would be nice if it were sooner rather than later but of course my five thousand fishies dont believe theyll ever suck in clean water ever again so you enjoy poisoning yourselves with barbs that arent even properly made which may get rid of you even more quickly if they were fully intact....

and the very worst of all thing is that i haven't even had a second to instigate a new system of at least ticking a page photo'd and put here..
Being one must make time to really enjoy such a rare summer, and if one has been gibbered/illusiuonisat'd more than ever before...  well, it takes time to catch up. BUt i have forgotten exactly which of hundreds of handwritten funstuff has got here and what hasn't so quickest most efficient use of limited power-time is just to put most of em up again.

But i will NEVER again lose track as being all 'speccy' obsessed with a decent readable output  IN SEQUENCE, is honouring you despite your meannes.... 

(ADD IN TO LESSON:" a few weeks ago ....REALLY putting myself out for one of the self-labelled, so as to get benefits,  her animals being slaughtered by the fox as we were speaking.... nobody else could tolerate her and her money hidden away from the benefits... .... ohh how sad... even saying 'animals first' ...'can we get a move on! i have my tools, scythe everything adhd--ocd-planned  for some hours, so as to be equipped for maximum efficiency, as ive done it a million times before...' it becomes about the 'gesticulating' she can't take... .... and of course nobody will have helped her giving for free the help she did seek and desperately need why she can't sleep.... ...its FAR  deeper and more serious a thing than our wordplay.... its not a game.... if you are one of her dead animals she said she loved...and must have rescued at any cost...." )

Righty ho time to get the caps off the silos.....

 soon. But fucker, you ain't exactly on side,  it was meant to rain today and i am in best rain-disguise atch.....

in place since dawn....  everytime. 

(in fact that's all that matters, as i have noted of late that there must be something else or annew wrong with this lil' underclass piece of shit.... being as i must type very very fast with no aforethought to save power...and can't touch type, so must look at the keys as i do..... and often no time to read my own drivel, or even see if anything is redlined by auto SUGGEST   - never ever ever DO.... anything such as 'correct' as i speak a different language than this one dimensional unicellular,  scum upon the swamp of language..... i try to at least have a few lil' interesting blades of grass pokin' out..... so as to word clout, just someone into ever followin' through

they never do

no time to check the screen  before i press publish, but i note that there must be some lag or weird delay that isn't yet another broken keyboard

its something deeper, something suggesting the stupid piece of plastic can't keep up with the 'processing' of those fingerjabs...

funny that as i strip out, ALWAYS,  everything from any device, except an RTF filemaker JArte very good i have to say... 

and leave only a few of the essential apps not even used yet such as the photo one so one can crop.... 

forget any video or sound edit... all emails online web based.... 

And a not exactly ancient laptop unlike ever before.... can no longer just manage to keep up with ordinary typing....

which of course i guess is what they want even if they couldnt organise a conspiracy if they had all the conspiracy 'theorists' lined up in parallel - all they ever are, helping...

anyway yes but what's the 'point'? well as i said to her....." i have absolutely NO IDEA what the creep is up to, what the 'deal' is....  and don't like your lazy 'hologramism'  just another reason to be all Buddhist and do very lil'....or jujst every odd generation,  performatively set fire to yerself for photo oppourtunities,  the Yanks invadin ...Vietnam or was it the Frogs....      but all i know is i guess some other knowin' stuff knows what i write, or wrote,  even if it gets lost in the tech-creep...and really that's all zen or their dumb mindfulness is.... knowin' you at least got some good words out even if due my low powered lil' spaz.... you the reader can't always enjoy 'em...in your thousands.. as it eats up half of them, midword,  and i never even notice .... but....to be cont" 

   

But...his story!

 " i tell the things that matter,  better [ typical immo perfo-victim nonsense -  so says THE GREATEST communicatrix i ever met, or heard anywhere... 'Im and i palavverin.... too much!...]  by tellin a true life story...."

Him, an actual work of art.... and between two raised continents apart, the one purest sublime,  and subliminal question....

They wouldn't even allow in so called modern day artyfact that's counterfactual....never mind counterhuman. 

(a long essay one day) 

Anyway,now, on the formerly evil day, August bank holiday.... as i said "im still vibratin' with juiciness ..... i should have stood up and let the wind go though my hair....   even if not my look, 

bein sat  next to you after your kerbcralin' pickup"

The one question of course was was she out passively stalkin'.... ? Having spied before a good arse up and down her road...?

But that's only a  mere diversionary tactic

to get back to what in fact was never elastic

Never mind in SchemeyHustlersville .... 

I know one who ain't ill.

And that is the final job.... interviewing her, a return visit: " i need to know.... now you said if it were drugs 'no way ever you're out of here lass....on your ass..'   ok extreme cases never make good case lore....

I need to know about the phase before

that tragic unknowable dilemma

how exactly is the  parenting style, 

different, in your " we dont do miles...

shut the fuck up, your in the wrong mentality,  were so vast ....

 there is no end..." 

 at least someone could predict my finest summer, no shamania needed, indeed despite IT

Now we don't do comments other than as cultural critique, observator..learner . there bein' no hope in The West, nuthin' to do with the Big O... or even Obamma the nuclear Hammer

It's just how entirely saccharine every single opinion

became, that says as i said a decade back " i no longer blame big corp, or any politician.....its only the people.... i know have no hope..  every single story related to some illness or something wrong with 'em.... even my once greatest most cherished one.... drops into her only missive for twenty years.... she's on some 'meds' ...and had to drop in to the drugstore before goin' back home to speak  silently, with her  back-yard, bears.... . "

But there's a far better story than this top rated yankee moanin'.... of how it was at his,  back home... with an actual sharp POINT to his story, of why, to change... 

I'm 69, cancer survivor this past year, still doing construction work to make ends meet and help the kids. I sat by my 90 year old Dad's bedside in my house when he died after we had cared for him for five years. I didn't realize what a rock he had been and how much his life had influenced me even though he was old school Navy and I was a '60's hippie and we never saw eye to eye even to the end. We were two rocks, side by side. Thanks, Dad

Now ...oops, So, I 💓 theme parks.... what?! that's weird i thought you said they were the root of all evil that has forested the whole land and should be hated

And having spent a glorious one discussing with many a Kraut the exact nuance or flavour of that phrase, and with STORIES... to attempt to fill in what especially their so called 'translators' won't ever 

I mean most say  "theme  park...".  said ffemmmmuhh...  park" but Deepl used to be ok says Freizeitpark   or in the language of the Mountain peeps who once had a fine multicultural city - indeed the most famous in Europe for sure...  тематски парк

The thing with them тематски парк s....plural, is that you have to know they are indeed one first. And then you can just ignore the bits that are irrelevant to you as they are the same everywhere else - the whole of The Marches became one two, and cherry pick the lil' bits that make life a real pleasure...

I suspect she is about the only one who doesn't actually hate me for always rising at dawn... or in fact somewhere between 0530 and if one has gotten behind due some thrilling rare necessity to enjoy a good film that takes one past beddy byes at tennish  630 latest... 

And being only a civilised European as i am, anything less than 7 hrs shut eye - always deep very plensihy sleep, requires a siesta, I'm sure their twatosphere even translates as 'power nap',   that works any time between around midday and even 4 pm... and that nomenclatter of 'power' is the problem in an inverse square kind of way...

In that to be truly sleep plenished, by at LEAST twenty minutes ideally about thirty .... you have the true ultra MAster of This Universe, and the even wonkier one next door,  power to do, nothing...

Except ponder exactly why they do nowt....ever. As of course physics i guess says that in  these sweet lil' тематски парк ...sss... i don't know how to pluralise in Serbian - well it says it's 'serbian' and i bet it's lying about thattoo... as far i was concerned thirty six  years ago when i bought my 'serbo-croat' dictionary at likely relatively quite a lot, that's what they nattered...

Even if you had to actually track down the glorious  lil Ms   Matijević in the backstreets of her native Zagreb... finding her just on one city name, passed on in a dreadful sad SssKenn bar*.... as much of a miracle as surviving three dull years down ear without breaking down...

Anyway ehhh... doing nothing... except always hating the one, who awakes at dawn .... even if i never overtly peck away at the fakes who merely monetise such....  but know that a lil' dawn peckery, is at least necessary to survive their тематски парк

singular, as they're always the same everywhere and always have been....  but of course one cannot even know is a fine once-user, of that language would understand  this modern dayism.... 

That even the studpid yanks got into their splendid movies of the fifties and sixties - the тематски парк metaphor, symbol, of ... especially Gweek, but almost everywhere else in Britolin that isn't an online shopping depot, or bedroom for their latter day swarm of ants...

(WHO DRIVE SO SO SO BADLY  - DEATHLY FAST, ESPECIALLY HERE - obviously as they resent... their customerstoo..)

 (but in themparks..no one of course wants to notice...reality... )

Anyway I  💓 theme parks because when even over three decades ago you know you are in the wrong country, they are wonderful for never ever giving you any reason to change your mind....  as ...well... the whole thing's just about that' really.... and i once tried to give some mafia moll  another 'option'- so instantly love at first sight even in Draycotts meaty market, exactly because she was obviously not of there - i could tell without even speaking with her...just by body language and facial expression.... , in a country supposed to be all post-sexism which the Former Sov lands had kindof managed to  infact do,   well at least one foolishly wondered if some other may return the intended  favour  especially when...

ahahhh there is a new phase (of material) even if every word has always been the same, healthy psychologies for kids... and someone said "  the way we saw you treated your kids.... back then, [ had she dared go to obvious simple conclusion, the immo never can thats just facts of life and esteem and strength and power, as any white immo into even his homeland would find,  you can't rock the nana boat in some new port... its just a fact of life! - you spend years having to take soundings as to where the bottom is of the mud in the harbour, and where the quicksand is:     its not surprising theyre all monsters...] " 

*Indeed let this be a story or word picture of just how rubbish their internet is... and rewriting of history. I mean half the world knew - even me and i knew nothing much of vile London, other than as flaneur flannin' around, seekin' feelin'....and it was probably even in the wonderful Rough Guide, to when you need a bit 'o rough...in those fine latest eighties and earliest nineties,   to ones partner in crime

" god  Frank i am so sick of fake punks at local pubs... and ANY English one flouncin at any local wine bar... .... time for where a real wise  man takes himself downstairs and hangs out where NO 'celebrity' dare go as they would be vomited all over by somepone so drunk she can't see his lanyard - one of loads of  fabulously  totally drunk tarts who will be there as we know to become a totally drunk tart...and prove even English Rosiness can be corrterised and sealed off, with a quart of something they put in the drinks there.... 

oggling:  "Draycotts Wine Bar"

Draycotts Wine Bar was a famous, long-standing institution formerly located on Draycott Avenue near South Kensington and Chelsea. While the original venue is now closed, the area remains a prime destination for wine lovers

which is as erroneous as you can possibly get, for what was only a 100% proof that meat markets work...  even in posh bits of England, that would have vomited with pleasure had their lost Sloaney one ...

oops there is an errata - correction, or clarification!  in an audio, i wouldn't wish a Romanovin'  on anyone except the bit of lopping heads off that matters: remove, nicely, and gently,  her crown, and repurpose it as an etching device that scratches all  over HER mirror too, princessiness is as bad as bein' Vlad The Impalerrrr..... 

and just as painful in the gut....

That at LAST... him and i dealt with yesteraft by his fabulous stories from bongo bongo lands...

Anyway i have zero interest in what is too distant a culture even if it asks THE one and only question that ever mattered, do you give them his 'cane' or are there other forms that may work as well...

Which had i known what would happen a year later, i would have perhaps asked her as a truly dignified woman even if just rather too much Mafia adjacent for me... and my safety - so i at first assumed....  would have answered so beautifully, TOO, in her artists lair in downtown Zagreb, by a literal miracle i had ended up in for  fine ...Croatian coffee which i am quite sure was exactly the same as the other lot's....  had i know   " so how DO you raise your children here?, even your mafia owner, even if he may have watched a few too many Rambo movies,  seems rather dignified  and honourable and certainly knows where the line is in how to honour the traveller who is obviously here for only one reason....  have a cuppa with his lass....and he's clearly got loads more cash than the hardly any i have... so its not like he is after profit...??" 

"Nowhere"

 So, i wonder who made that film? Stealing the 'n' word. Using it, infact all their fake words,  as usual to make the fakest fake place, that was never any 'place', seem what it wasn't - some kind of hotbed of anything interesting. And missing out the great scene from the truth film  a hundred years ago,  of how even Mimi i bet she would go and Oggle the 'Harrods of The North' with her tongue to the window. And you won't find that truth on Oggle.

But so timely. Him and I at it,  on our palaver bench.... the one and only question. But his stories..... now i really do 'get' it.  

It was Ralph's fault, Miss...

 

wrong way round...it gets worse the more a standard dumbphone gets updated

p3

p2 

p1

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/09/my-only-one-question-about-raising-any.html?m=1

Ferk me...that's even more glorious than....

 ... discovering THE SUBLIME is in the face of the bloke, who reminded one of just how the ranty blokes of summer 1976, didnt yet have a way of expressin their rantiness... til some came along and turned it into spitty ART for themtoo....

and all of a just like that they didnt seem so bovva boy..or hurty

this youtube i never thought....go through all the truly greatest culture in history...

and see if there's other live versions...

i mean that's what i sacraficially 

cross out for you mean cuntery

no time to even Oglle ....for what  a perfect 

performance never mind all the rest

before the twofer's got him into a dress

(two babes= 1 bloke, really rather last  obsolete, version of so called humanity)

All i 'want' to do is.... well, i did, then

 ...even if i can't yet prove it but i know the proofs exist...

But in the meantime one can only pity the 'analytics' generation. Neither 'z' nor 'x' theyre all the same: " ooohhh look that post/vid/tiktok, whatever next..  went viral load of fabulous lots of clicks..." 

I have a wonderful story from twenty ten, annus 'orridus, when the last laugh was entirely on me, jotting daily, pressing the wrong button " hmmm don't get it, one or two have said to my face, in fact one main one, embedded in the Hay-on-wye 'community' of nothing but meanness and ...well she proved it leaving a bag of grub for me - horrid sweeties and other such stuff, all stale and well past their sell by, century... but she said she reads liesdamage daily and laughs at my correct appraisal of that utter lack of community..caranage, damage... Masonic-adjacent, insanity.. but it only shows a view  or so a day....she must be lyingtoo..."

when press some other button

 some months later on 

"ferk that's scary....

thousands often, many a  day..."

Which ultimately does you NO good - especially when you worry about the proportion of Masons checking in to see how rude one can be about their obvious fascism-lite,  around the Brecon region. Hay Festival complicit funding the PRIVATE school there, when the state school was the worst presented in the universe - many a pic on Liesdamage of the peeling paint that had been peeling at least a  decade.... HAy Festival faking  - in fact worse than faking, being complicit in Jenny's Cidere...  " we care about all the children of the region, and are so so inclusive of THEM.... especially in Wales... " But they only get to be used as brochure and advertorial material (bet they got a commission! in Florences back one) ....showcased.....if they are at the private one... Brecon High being the nearest state school to them, in Wales...

which of course feeds down into a higher mortality rate in Wales than average especially if one factors in which class got access to the moaning  bit of wireless 4 - very low life expectancy among them...

As no one told them they're moaning about the wrong thing...

Anyway.... ehh yes now it is DELIBERATE. As well as situational. Being to put an audio in substack bot farm it takes more battery. Even if one gets 'stats'. I always forget are there as talk about as usual those Yanks have an ok product but as soon as it gets a good review they go and stick so many 'extra' bells and whistles in it you can't even find the 'stats' page easily so i forget its there....

However with Google drive shared files - as in the audios i have kindly shared, for no dosh....  i dont think there is a download counter (you dont have to, i believe it is the simplest way of just inserting an audio into any page of digitals -the SCIENCE says even if Brett Weinstein, Heathers rather sad nerdy not-so-pacifisty bloke, and  so called scientist wants to argue with it,  paper =- goes in to your mean mind say X  times 3, audio X times two...and via the screen its just like X....  scanned butterfly shit

 But the true freedom is that i have no idea if hundereds of my obviously return readers - that one can see as a pattern, more or less on European time, though i never even bother to look at the breakdown of states as i only care about the ones the other side of that silly sea, that the poor boatpeeps are going the wrong way across.... nor sex (it's NOT for men as they don't dare say ANYThing wise, ever and if they did would be drowned ...outed for something they once did, long long ago,  so they dont any more...and i am only interested in 'reaching' the one - is there just one, who may step up and DO.... its much easier than you think.... [to be cont]

audio entitled voice 21 7 sept what i want or something like that anyway i cannot know if nobody or a thousand listen to any audio i link which is in Oggle filestore...

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1eg1vEZZqYXZMRaNOPXwuBUy8on867GVU/view?usp=sharing

which is freedom and also really good for you: you just DO it anyway... the audience has nothing ever to do with you....

unless she, or she ...wants to DO what she-she said she wanted to ...be

and then one has been ready for that for many a year.

Meanwhile. waffle on.... though i do think that 'god' i may well have out philosophised already.... 

especially in audios.

the Google ones can't be monetised nor even 'analyticised' and a publisher told 'you're a dickhead unless you try me out...'

As i can't prove anything either way, i know NOTHING..

which is always freedom, except a tad exasperating when they whom all know Tolle...Eisenstein... ehhh... its all just Deepak slowed down.... or that awful Maharishi who stole The Beatles dosh... awful in that he failed to steal it ALL .... and leftovered some to ruin a next gen...
And anyway if the tables were reversed India had nicked half of the British silverwear somne centiuries back of course the Brits would have been on any old grift to get back that which was pinched..

I am amoral, other than the perverted evil way its all turned into some or other victimbait, false story....all based on an entirely wrong reading of almost everything in history, that we need a few things for our dignity...

Bullshit as Siddhartha did find...

And as yet TO DO...my version, of actually tending the human shit - bagging up sometimes twice a day that in a plastic bag, at the ' we have the latest organic loos for true ecocampers' load of lies and damage .... is even better. 

And real...and every word recorded, as i knew i would die of it.... having to bag and move their shit to where it would be burned later... or at least the plastic bags. The rest left around 7m, behind a hedge,  from where the  

(ooohh good song time..... the way those drums came in i wonder if my lass even remembers our dance to that bit)

And then guess what, i began to like it.... and was even, unpaid. Even if she said she would.... 

so, THEN! The End. Even if there was no need to begin.

(it has become rather fashionable in the world of Sabine and Anton - the splendid science communicators, even AlcieLeery, to start to attack 'now' and kill it off the nasty people)

Note to self remember the wonderful other man - English, too, my my just ten days ago.... I couldn't do that before, stop a fairly tough guy - bit of a Depp lookalike and dressalike, stop him dead in his usual dull ubiquitous tracks " ehhh....all this 'journey' business it's so so dull and showing off  .. and the usual Glastonbury crap i think YOU can do better than that .... perhaps it's better to think of it as .... xxx [ my code if i even have long enough with a power source to google the bits that really do need prioritising ] "  i forget what i said to him but it WORKED.... as we sat huddled in our corner... of the small chairs....

He was great even if he couldn't quite listen to what he knew to be true... " matey all those kids you are saving for a living.... no hope ive seen inside the court cases, and the teachers speak with me as equal... they all say not a hope  this side of Hades freezin' over if the North Atlantic elevator goes on the blink.....i think you are truly wonderful with them...at LEAST take you and her the Missus,  over to Europe  where there is hope working with excluded kids there..."

And miraculously we even get " well yes i know deep inside you are right...Ive always thought actually Africa is calling me .... NOT fake-charity, white-guilt, conartistly... just ...maybe one can be useful there ... and, i too, like their weather.."

Anyway i have only one goal - in an interrupted audio day before yest... then...

soon. Here. soon. 

Even if as soon as i heard her  - the one true Queen, Desert Aisle, bookchoice, i knew  there is at least one purpose....

nuke that creep out of her bookshelf...

As in fact he was, 'On Children' as wrong as it is possible to be.  Never mind gave 'cover' for all the worst parents in history  - from Wuwulands or is it 'Wu' to actually camouflage their  100% inability....just to think. 

And ponder exactly what is in the simple old wisdom.... some of which of course did work!

wow i didn't notice as i really must clear my tabs... that was 76 as well!

... and even bigger wow it had never even occurred to me.... 

What i know to be almost true .... 

(if we can make one adjustment to her readin' list)

one-on-one, not sought, i never even sought to meet Stevie's cocaine applicator

and shake his hand... maybe get a little of her geredfun juice to myself

second hand.)

In fact..... it WAS it never occurred to me 

an imaginary, bit of reality

Had the two greatest souls ever in history, Queen of it

( " ohh please take those big ones out of my face.... know your place woman, and its not bugging me.... " " ok limey, heres one for you, for free ...just youse and me... and the drunk over there not quite as squiffy as me....wont even notice, this lil' bit of history...")

 gotta be the Kraut version

And her equal - i mean did they ever, had they ever, ?....well bringing up any kid telling them they are special ive realised is as bad as being the worst ever musician in history...

And her only ever equal

"ehhh up....ehhhmmmm.... its quiet here..... i never ever lower myself to speak to any famous person ever ... especially as my brother went and pimped nothing, but which celeb they may know some celeb insider tittle tattle about,  with the worst musician ever in history..... but you on your Ronnies throne at intermission.... i make exception... whist all the gussets in there are taking themselves to the hand drier and trying to recover themselves and their cool....and dryness....

" please would you sign this cd for my highness....

"this is a one off only ever in life....

"i wouldnt even wanna meet the bard if i were shagging his wife...

" yes... love to esti from Roy, thanks... she's as tough and eye twinkly as you... and i bring her up educatin' her on your video...

"that'll make her green, 

with envy sadly its mum's week....

can't have everything, at least she's  met you on the screen"

 

....hmm that's how arrogant I am it never even occurred to me that I've touched one-on-one, even if the first was a violent  slightly drunken, sexcrime assault, made up for with a one-on-one of her doing a few of hers just for me... the only two humans i even ponder as having the personal inner vibrational frequency, never mind philosophy...

And soul sisterly, freedom...

Anyway take their exact equals -  magnificent in every way, her just as gorgeous as Lil' Miss wrong-book, and him in fact yes as Roy-sexy, he knows it too... 

In one meeting....

which proves if nothing else

thinking

Was always the problem.

Righty ho pother stuff underway BUT far far too much true fun and magnificent positive vibe energy

All August, even September....

It will tyake me weeks to get back onto the journey to NOWHERE as being stuck in the last place on earth you like, and you KNOW you must not remain, is always the thing thats best for you as a fool finds time and again

 

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/09/i-like-writing.html

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/p/the-wound.html

But just to endlessly TRY to pass on this one.... my god they won't listen!

So i shall have to create a matric proving it.....soon.

 https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/the-voice.html

"only women have the 'voice' "; even if their so called sisters voice something counterfactual, so as to keep only themselves in the shabbiest bits of coin

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