Now, there's no point as even the "i'm upper middle" lot...

 are so obsessed with their labels even though HMG said quite clearly, in hushed tones, some years ago, " we're not paying for them any more.... and if you want them, and the concomitant benefit dosh, you'll have to go to tribunal every other month to keep them..."

That in fact i was told about as if to prove my point, an hour after waffling this nonsense, here today...only as too muzzly to walk on them hills...

 (god the way they perform " the moors"  - they just must say don't you know, is straight out of St Trinnians i never want to hear that word again...")

A VERY upper middle professional 'therapist' (snigger) at super snigger mindfulness central (Started by the Elmhirsts  - Yank cash,  likely Dot kicked out of Ynkland as her interpretation of the snake oil nonsense that started all this dodgy Margaret and Katherine Fox  stuff far too long ago, was so against even YAnk Free Market Trades Descriptions legislation they exiled her to the naughty step...here) told me just how often she has to go to tribunal to keep her label....

At about 4 or 500 quid an hour, i should imagine if not twice that.... as her so called 'practice' ain't quite making the profit that  the Tribunal demands she is in the means test, her against them, for school fees... a poor kid in the 'middle'.

In fact missed bit:  yes how on EARTH does one get means tested for a hundred grand worth of your only asset even if its hardly an asset until it just may be sold...

if the actual burglar returns it that is as their cops wouldn't make them...

I mean how on earth do you fill the means testing form in with that lil' complicating fact of life?

Anyway deadly serious audio about why the 'populists' get so much cash from their madmale henchmen theyre going to win..

And who is to blame: THE WORST MOST EFFETE JOURNALISM EVER. And crap publishers who darent ever allow REAL books to be published about how the 'activists' are so stupid even they cannot manage to get 99%of it right in their dumb books blaming the poor "1%" who should be called poor in that all very rich always lose it - their soul, by default... and actually VERY VERY simply pinpoint the most basic economic "101" i believe they call it.... junkie drug habit thats been out of control for decades like those around Pastyshire, and nobody even talks about it... costing you many billions every year that at least may get to rehabs if they admitted they had a problem in the first place..

Audio 101 economics that even stupid Yannis Vroufakis won't bother to tell you as her spends too long shaving off every bit of fluff and remain the Adonis every effete  BBC journo fell in luv with...as they're bit like that...as Yannis knew... 

(haven't even started on him yet)

i promise original and will save you many many billions if you can somehow even get a proper lefty in, not someone stuck in Andy Pandy's ruffly cuffs...

both made today unplanned but in the head for years...just DO it!

and i even put some ugly hashtags in but why bother all media by such awful media gatekeepers pickled everyone's brains...even all of them beauts..

no hope ever 

  

AUDIO on the biggie -  if you tell your counsellor or even MP  whats in it, s/he'll be really impressed and take your bribe to maintain your  (child's) special needs label, cash  top up... until they next fiddle with the rules, or tell a Nigelist and they will send out a hit squad on me as now they can afford even Leon  - he generally got the job done... and taught a child how to live propper life, on the job, too.... as it really would shut them up..i know how politics works in the REAL world....

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Owkhz3GN2BC7IP1-Q3VAMPmQqJeto-nw/view?usp=sharing

LOTS of missed out far more (she did call me a 'philosopher', wow....even if i called her black jump suit a bit ott for a summer's day...  and she does inhabit THE place where  all the so called greatest minds of Swestershire gravitate ... cos theyre so thick they cant even figure what madness the t's and c's are....as i sent to a so called famous reporter jock.....)

homespun hillbilly wise and energetic....

But lets get the dour stuff done first

As i have scientifically proven that nobody EVER follows through with one word they ever mutter and my my this has been the year of worthy muttering by many...

As i  - the most optimistic fool in the Kingdom, said, there is NO hope; only writing things up for just maybe in a decade there may be someone who is torturing to the End Times  [ next post that was part 2]  someone by forcing them to drink Farage's  no darkies here, pale  ale down their neck as they did at Guantanamo.... and maybe they then may get it.... solidarity or just  meaningful alliance are words invented many years ago for a reason....

  So i give up ever again ever pondering anyone ever following anything through ever.....  until that time which theyll make sure you can't read about in your fake 'liberal' Guardian, either...

Right very very per arty stuff only now.... that should have been simply entitled years ago: not one has one  bit of manners left any more, ever.

(and i know I'm desirable.. and health and safety neurosis checked, .i know ....when an ageing ex supermodel turned top Toty unheadfuckupist....at the top spot  where the right fuckups queue to pay their last shilling to her, such a saviour... ... gives a certain dusky  hmm come hither-maybe...look, exiting the children's playground.... she's interviewing ME at, for rather a fun long time.... in front of her eight year old)

 

For sale, the ultimate non-fungible token , rit to the rhythm of

 Mister number one monetisin' misery....

with his fake land tune....about wifey "shrews" cos if he had known a REAL one - the one real one left...

shetoo would'v jammed one up into 'is nuts....

and told im," no muckin' out....no more mucky stuff.... 

over the aga, or in the bracken with my Prospect ultra-showy-bag, on fire.... unless you get back to work now after a bit of pre landman siesta fun

i'll wipe the dribbles with it..... them on youtoo, without even stubbin the embers out on your bare bum"

but my art, well, she had the real version: of not one bit 'o moanin.... 

or did she? maybe this one here is the real one, i ain't tellin nobody what to think...

but to make the point and make the necessary just a few grand, to get back on any road... and escape.... the best non fungible as the meanies who look at these in their hundreds and don't even buy one meagre sparkly to put on my black coffee...

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/come-and-get-your-free-selkie.html

Anyway where was i... 

ohh yes the ONE and only thing you're allowed to grumble about, in Dooneshire, invaded by every retired high court judge who'll judge you as unable to pay the rates.....

" well bugger em..... these incame lot...... they book you to rebuild their gates...

"my best most recent quip, privately..... must'v run out of Prozac,  or had to cut back on it

that as up as much as the petrol, too....

 no longer even have the manners to reply, sorry..... 

we wasted your time,  you could'v spent wastin' it on some next gibber-illusionista wanted to use you.... or so they said, 

and diarised loyally in my head.....  

ferkin incomers .... their hijinks gettin worse, I cannee  even afford a loaf of bread they've so gibbered me this one....

".... one a few weeks ago had me down to hers for just a small job and i said 'ok as  you fliuttered your eyelashes at me and made my Saturday morning vaguely entertainment coming to quote you.... all of two hours odd jobbery.... just make it a twenty and a cup of coffee and sarnie...'.....  she then attacked me by text for about a week saying my standards were unprofessional as i had a bit of rust on my tapemeasure... I'm serious..... as a reason for NOT taking up my professionally courteous offer as obviously her 'boyfriend' mwas made up too or he would have one would have thought got out his saw and hammer.... . funny that as she had had the same holes in her walls three years despite she said being in a public super 'safe space' all scented candles at loads of quids per hour 'healing'.... .... you would have thought she would have 'cared' enough about her patients she may have cared to have measured out the bit 'o wood needed to make it look like it wasn't a building site, years ago.... weird lot.... and she's one of their main 'healer's so her blurb says...   "

Anyway...now i know from a great source where the real art cash is....

This is actually a genuine NFT  if they are still a thing..... a decade ago 'the next big thing' ....

An idea in a photo you can buy.... they were going for hundreds of grands at some point...

If i die of Mister K's fine sane approach to life: not one of em are worth living for.... time for a diet, of nothing...it would be priceless before you know it.

THis one from thistermorn is actually priceless so you wouldnt be able to afford it. It is indeed in the fine GNr Ditty " what we have here is failure to communicate"

... there being a rteason none of the rivers even small streams will ever be saved, in that those pretendin' ty#o failed to communicate with the lil' exact same group doin' the same in the bit 'o water next door... with a  different name, and Messiah.... 

Anyway a pic of something that reminds me of the last time i ever actually had a real conversation, they continue, as in very early January 2023

 " ahh i still cant find any REAL man who can even fix a minor problem on my jaloppy ....[ or even bother to come out to the car park  located exactly here not on park4night or it may be thats a fake thing says you cant stay overnight everywhere when you can always stay overnight almost anywhere

Didnt get on my mid Wales list very quiet if one needs somewhere close to just about tolerable pubs  with ok sockets and lemonade only about £1.30 

https://maps.app.goo.gl/ALpHDTgTt6xwJjz27 ] 

as he promised to in a small town small 'community'   of Knighton ive been broken down in five months now.... 

" which was the ultimate silver lining as stuck here i had to talk to a few i never would have normally and two great things: first i realised no point ever again thinking anyone ever will DO anything about the environment, so i am 'schisming' from any doing....just writing about their lack of doing as a Divine Comedy if i can...

"and item two if i had not been stuck here nowhere with nothing...i wouldn't have had time to find and write my first long so enjoyed handwritten letter to you....

"nor the guts to.... make it between the lines so ferkin obvious, i want only one thing.... you at the altar... make a decent woman of the two of us.... and then we can DO stuff for real youtoo talk about... one providing the other

"with cover... making him seem so sweet and nice when underneath he wants all their bumholes sealed forever unless they agree to shit their diabetes medicines and prozac poo and nowadys killerManjaro...into a bucket and keep it for their own toxic veg patch.... as the sweres will NEVER EVER be fixed in this world and the next...

" anyway off to the dentist up the border on monday i hope they havent beeen privatised too, yet... bloody thing is rather throbby...its the last thing i have to do before maybe heading down your way if i can get my tin can fixed that is.... "

a few days later:

" hi... so how was your day at the dentist and landlopeing around that old town of psueds.... ?"

This is known as communication. One makes  a point for polite conversation, or useful information. The next chance one has to resume communication, either party may REMEMBER what was the last pong on the ping pong table and toss it back to them...sequentially.

It doesnt have to be in longform or even complex sentences as when i am speaking with my equal: a foreigner, i always go into shorter-sentence mode, as a sign of respect and humanity (amazing how rarely one encounters even that in supposed civilised enlightened circles, who SAY they so love eff-nix.....)

And what is the truly interesting George Borrowvian  real Romany ramblin unadventurous, discoveries.... three years too long stuck in this fetid swamp (except best summer almost ever in my hillocks)  is how not one can ever manage that any more, down here...

she really was the last one of her kind.... but made so unkindly that

(one day... but as The Quest says https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SzTfY7HdMV1V8FwYQie5QX9auIqxNtlhFUqBOX3TqJo/edit?usp=sharing something like the ONLY one actually a walking work of art, well she shouldnt be  in it, she floats above my art,  as the goddess of it... the last one dying of toxic fumes from her shitty creek....

even if there is a double jab in your eye... that Melanie one (takes LOADS public cash, REALLY TONS...helicopter loads - of dying soldiers, her job, on your public cash) the first other one i spoke with... "well when i NEED a dentist yes i know there arent officially any NHS ones left but i awake in the morning - likely lunchtime the amount of makeup she slaps on.... and manifest one.... then i call them up and immediately they are literally waiting for my one call as an appointment has magically just been freed up when they were all booked up for months to come....and they give me a free appointment that very morning..."

"ohh really.... ehh but for those not quite as aware and awake as you... if you all collected together and just lobbied for a once a week vanman and his drill perhaps to come down from Bristol or wherever....  maybe even created a small pay-as-you go fund to get an occasional private one at job-lot rates.. thats what i thought community was for... they do occasionally succeed elsewhere....  then you can all carry on siling your painted on ashram smiles for the rest of life without fear of unconscious besmirchment..... ' she aint conned enuf to get herself up to the town full of the private ones... do a roaring trade fixin smashed up soldiers gobs as sure as ferrits are ferrits.....and on your taxpayer cash, too...."

I did love her look when she saw me  six months later at their Hellstoned art gallery after the awful Podger showing ....it was a work of  genius perf art sat there using the plug in the cafe... 

 "cunt's gone and artfully repurposed, disguised .... what i really said to him, me just tryin' to be nice... but i know he knows i i know he meant me.. better smile at him..just slightly ashramly..

.. and he artfully put it  in his vile roadtrip poetry we're all reading, 

and darent say a thing... ..... 

just in case....anyone may ever say, he just may have an artful, point [to be cont] "

   Ahh i near forgot the REAl artless punchline..i find it extraordinary as i di know a fair few lonely ageing so called 'greens' even recently I'm still attempting to bridge one ....

" saves cash saves EMISSIONS - two per woodburner,  saves on your insurance saves your luggage from being carted around with you  if you go on a trip, all that older person pee stopping, if you have a trouble 'n strife in tow...." 

so I often bridge - "here i know one thats semi sane maybe you should have a supper or a walk.... or maybe a vanshare..or maybe  what really keeps you livin longer a cuddle in the bracken after a long walk..."

MANY times i have done such obviously necessary 'community' work especially in far less populated regions such as my last one of 30 years....and at least 37% female roadside rescue " i know a chap.. maybe able to help you keep this old thing on the road..in return for..he needs someone too" 

".. THis is how real oldschool community worked, and even bred...

I find it astonishing not one person ever has even suggested " why dont i go and con her into having a coffee at her Black Swan up the road...." or even give err a  bloody good talkin' to...

 nope.. never... which of course is why the whole 'vibe' everywhere  of the Swestershire is 100% fake 

They'll only ever do anything if there's money innit....for them

As Monsieur Houellebecq predicted in his finest Atomised

They only reviewed as "a tad Miss Oh Jenny...." 

Funny that... how truly inhuman all wussy-woke is as i know for a fact the life expectancy in such  desolate places where there is less money so no way anyone will ever DO anything for anyone thats real...  like The Marches....  plummeted.

Funny thing...a rather plumetty recession already clicked in Dooneshire way.... as the real down to earthies do say... most of them STILL deny there's even a glitch. your head off if you even relate fact " ive noticed car park attendance way way down from even a year ago..."  A fact, they'll end up dyin' of....too.

but the 'honour code' of the

 actual, rather than fakin it,  for a mere song: wayfarer, troubadour, ' traveller' gyppo, ehhhh pilgrim- god that one's got trendy...  nomad seemingly last years commuter's bumper sticker .. 

is a gift requires a better one, in return.

the most precious, the information: " righty ho when you live on that border for decades,  twenny twenny it went truly fascist, road blox on the border between my place, safely in England,  and illicitgirlsriding,  up the road in Wales- categorically effnic cleanin' ladying  all the tattier vans out of their would-be-Surrey.... clearly deciding that they wanted only close cropped verges and golfers from then on...

"very nastily.... i couldnt believe the body language if their stormtroopers in blue... really nasty orforitary ... gnashing with that look that says its OUR ' emergency..' you don't belong here ..

" but here are the 'safe spaces  ' years n years we est'ndad.... roamed...   meandering looking for the truly quiet perches above all their fake culture fake myths fake homely ' community' of no dentists left theyre all too busy in the pubs sharing bigotry butties....  and info about where the one ' darkie' immo is so as to avoid him as ' they started it... they brought  the bug  in dont you know ....' ..  you won't find that in your tourist guides ... me never again ever    ... but here's a list of the best atches in that unpricipled lil' shit hole ... 

right part 2 of the silliest yank in history, next

 'twas a long dark flight through the  routine occasional turbulence of the night...

" ... well 'twas as if a nag gave you a big un and it's hoof got lodged up where it 'urts..."

 " luv i can beat that..... my nag stuck hers full force up between my cheeks with a hoof that had one of them fancy punk rocker accessoristions   the edge decorated with razor blades ...

" righty ho so the you'll have to save it,  from that Oracle Babe, and Charlie eisenstein lessons, ... you're just commin to the age of consent, in not being who you were.....  prior to this exact 'moment'... eg Mister thief-Kerr, did a version of this later on just a few years ago, aged i guess about fifty two...

"which is perfect...one hundred percent full of every shard of broken razor blade picked out from where it hurts..... all of authentic reality is in every sound of his fingers sliding down the strings between strums of em...

" and the moron took it down..... and even this one,  as a younger man is pastyish, triptych with the GOOD performance missing, ...

" nope only the post fifty can begin to get true art into their waffle..... and recycle  those razor blades for either good purpose or more of the same old, but less authentic.... shame nobody told the tragic, unders...."

  

Well, that 'un shouldn't exist:

 " and my keeper, he is so healful, he once took one of my scabs and most unwatesfully ate it as convenient  extra protein....and in solidarity ..."

(this chapter ONLY to be read while sat on a hairyplane prior take off or landing..... being all superior

 about being able to afford a big jet flight to Africa or some Far Eastern less well equipped airport*,  and "fuck this idiot's buy me a coffee...let 'im starve of no sparklies on is moccas..."

The last flight of the tour: " Brucie look.... you see those mountains all around us thems the Pyrenees.... now even smaller hillocks can have very turbulent balls of air rotating fast in the downwind that can rip apart an airliner.... them big jobs  up ahead en route back home to Missus Brucie all in panic callin you every 3 mins her limmo is late to pick you up from where a taxi would be far more efficient and you can keep the change....it's kind of hit and miss anyway..maybe ruskie roultette with a10,00o chambers..... add in to that, well ok these thunderstorms are pretty fierce....   and add to that not exactly on the ball Airt Trafic Control....  we now have in front of us a gun with  maybe 50 or 100 chambers....

" for all your voodoo sweet singing about Daughters To The Slaughter and all that...and numbers of tyhe beast.... there is no way of knowing....

" we could time travel to the future and see the rather dour Mister Mentour give a longwinded explanation of what can never be predicted.... pure chance

 (i like Mentour even if a bit drole but it is extraordinary how many TRULY insane plane crashes there are - if one knows how it all works that, is and the basic rules,  really awful levels of pilotage breaking even THE most basic lesson 3 in how-to-fly lessons...from even very long lived pilots...i do hope yours is one of them,  so nicer potentially generous  people  flying other aircraft arent turned into microplastics molecule combinations, instead of you)

" we cannot know if one of them rockstar killing acts of god is in front of us a quarter of a mile after take off.... for ALL YOUR BLOODY PILOT BOOKS they dont tell you that.... as its against health 'n safety... and against a false ethos of all is scientific in the air...

" look we're in the Rolly of rocks star aviatrix beasts..numbered two hundred....... Whitney had a 300 in her movie -  even if it might not have been made 30 years ago [from today].... our Kingair 200 is sturdier is the jet powered workhorse bulletproof reliable solid as a rock..... and so we either  just head for them hills....or not.... i don't care ...nobody can predict a mind like any of you ridiculous egomaniac lot.... so tell me whether or not you care...

" its like this....your choice.... me,  if you say go back home to the YAnk now.... ....me i just  light a fag and pour a coffee ... then  i just close my eyes and then push the throttled to the wall and put some actually good music on my headphones to drown out the racket of the hailstones.... and go to sleep until we've got above em at three miles up.... i can say no more....

" but you cannot control it....nobody can know if an act of god or your Beast is there and going to microburst on us today..and squash us as if we're a bug turd even a bug brushes off as if it never even shat it out.....even if we were in a Jumbo, almost just as danger of death....

"..... maybe even one in a hundred with this amount of grumblers around.... i would guess best odds a thousand......me i would go but its not me who's payin' the bill..its Up To You.... "

* many still don't have windshear alert radar ...or in a plane with a broken Doppler radar as they're still allowed to fly with it bust ....

PArt 2 next the most rediculous so called rock star in history....

"they're 'dividing' us by zapping us with 'energy' beams....and they are MAKEing us use mirrors to bounce em off us into our pretend friend over there, and not be allies any more "

yea...anyone who thinks 'they', especially if a Yank, can stay off the Xanax long enough to draw out a game plan as to how to 'divide' never mind dominate and feed 'em soma all day  ate the soma long ago, errata, is by definition prone to fat as they don't actually walk anywhere much... which allows one to 'meditate' upon there being no dividers, just for decades a load of numbties who go around spouting ...

"energy" at every opportunity so as to eventually monetise it...or use it as camouflage for them never actually spending much on chopping their own logs... even cleaning up their tools scattered around their lawns... too busy liking 'green' posts about some 'green' thing in OTHER people's places they don't like

as it's ...they think..... better for you than being a cleanin' lady

 ( we huddled and compared actual cleanin' lady roles i think she was impressed with my " ehh yea all these organic compost eco glamperies are fake.. my one it was a bucket with a big plastic bag in it, or four of them  actually, lined up in a green painted Zac-hub of green looking Zac-bogs...

...very cheap make, of bag, often split,  and uncompostable.... and running them down to the 'compost' and bag burning hole, twice a day threading around children's play areas and tent pitchin places.... it would dribble on me.... but after a week of 'woe is me what's it all come to..'.no i found true nobility in tending to their every need... honourably, thoughtfully.....   can you beat that luv for true earthiness.... and dedication to ones cleanin' job....despite them...i tell you i was even Iron Maidens private pilot one summer rockstar treatment everywhere ....even if they are fake all stocks 'n shares....and as we were on final approach Bruce would bark over my shoulder ' lads laptops away now and Wall Street Journals hidden from view.......rock star act in precisely three minutes when ee parks up witha  screamin halt all part of the act too...'  .i seriously wouldn't have swapped my few months cleanin' the shit for even a  whole glamerous career of  being a French bank robber with the  whole country eggin' you on as hero, unlike this sneery one where someone's always got to pipe up on some phone-in  ' what about the heroic sewer repair men who've got to face death defying conditions fixing the hole the evil highwaymen made.. made....send em to the gallows!'.... " the bogman beats cleanin' lady, even such a fabulous broomstick mounted one as you ...for tue zen and mindfulness.... sorry Siddhartha was a fake too ...  he only did.... nuthin' much... to find enlightenment....you gotta go to the real depraved bumhole of life quite happily as the walking there was the best....  to find it."

Anyway where was I.... all other words but 'energy' that are actually about best unimaginable energy now need to be lined up to describe the unimaginable summer of purest light purest water in this 86% pestilent waters land (official data from a month back)...nearly pure paradise, but one best ever purity:

to be cont

always with exactly the same level of energy, despite every single one of em....

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"