So, it begins...

 At last i also understand who was the problem....

That day was it 1990ish...  wandering Zagreb, looking for ..her...

A mad cap Road Trip based on only 20 minutes of her in London and a flight to somehwhere i had no idea what on earth it was but knew the [todays prices] 2000 quid every penny of it was worth it..

....And why...i was such a wimp... i knew then she needed rescuing/kidnapping/abducterating... 

saving/ educating away from...from her RAmboesque " landlord" ... her almost his sexy slave...

But i don't blame him...  he was just being what he had seen on his then-still-Sov, shitty  tv ...

and the ultimate Road Trip song of course was only from HIS point of view.. gotta get back to her somehow..

Thats the whole of the last dodgy dog eared century!

Meanwhile the training course really does begin. No one is perfect ... and one can come up with the problem in word pictures, but the solution, too..

oppression is cruel TUTOR...injustice is a NURSE...

But there are multiple forms of 'oppression'....and we are going for the very hardest of them all...

The 'identity' of the so salubrious middle class English ..woman.. to whom of course even JAcqueline their once Queen 

(you were either Maralyn of Jackie - so so true) 

looked aside to, over the Pond...  the whole monolithic style and ..

well its all in Bovary.. but morphed into something worse...as mine elves do know deep down inside..

NOT ME ..i am innocent Yer on 'herr...

i just the ... 

'creative force'... forcing THEM to be who they want to be, but can't...yet

"trust" ..i sent it here and now...

now...if IT works?

I know it will

When one has the perfect 9 hours catching up a perfect but rare not 7 hrs sleep...

 

A better than ever 'arthouse' whole film comes into view.....

world record get her gettin' her Oscah...

And i don't hype or big anyone up.

I know who deserves what...

But i also know every unfinished sentence....  here and there and unloaded vid...

and bit-ten  Bob here and there

that needs filling in

Maybe..in fact

 not that i wish, anything.

Except that...

Homer was a halfway house, loser...user...

half way cruiser..

Moan moan moan, his man makes his bed

Nothing else to be said.

If bein' in reverse gear

can be this perfect Paradise, even here

(i have a range of acolytes

neophytes theyre fully cognisant of

" ferkin Nazis " .. erverywhere 

seeing freedom, in posture, berin' and not carin'

 they really do just stand and stare!

swarms of [ censored] witches judgnemental bit*ches "

at last i have found a few speak me language too:

"hate the sin, never the sinning, 

but dont be coy, a spades a spade

only way they will EVER find real 'joy'.. 

and hiss 

at anyone whiom uses words like 'bliss'.."

Anyway there's me KNOWING The Road trip ended...

And it must

have....

oops REALLY important bit to go back to a week ago on

The Sister beach...

nude, seaweed munchin'... 

hardly any mermaids "vibin"

In fact it may have even been that 'moment'

I looked up 'road trip' or was it 

longest 'ode'

/poem?

But we have to deal with redheads first

and i WAS right....

first screach of her ultra fiddle...

(i knew why... them Indogos wanted her in  the middle...

if i die today of bliss overdosin in the hay...

nobody EVER ... beat Ivry... it's not possible

(and it is EXTRAORDINARY how few in fact NONE of the fancypants immigrants to Them MArches

as they would set up in the Clique grant funded theatres of Presteigne...

smugly parading tgheir fiddles wrapped in velveteen

[ i have a disorder undoubtedly

that was the moment of out of kilter disbalance 

in order...

the moment i got to   labia/serbia

it just simply doesnt cannot stop

impromptu, just for you , mean hairless  labias

jealoius dried up rancid holes

pockets full of nuthin but your dreary woes

and that includes a famous cancelled bishop

476 hours wasted on her hopeless soul.

 18 months, safer to stay on the dole

yes the disorder - auto-i can't even be bothered ever again to ponder

whom the REAL Serb may be behind her flowery back fender

stuck on flowers, painted on {did} content...  

me happy to live only ever in a translucent tent

but it won't stop...poetry, of the worst kind

even championin' Vogon luvstuff

so perfectly used as dangerous weapon, once by a real 

team daughter and dad.... hers of course drove her mad 

but it won't stop

its NOT 'me' 

not could any AI replicate, actually bonkers so called 'creativity' 

it's a madness badness

dangerous to know... the perfect remedy to all sorrowful sadness

it's ... above all bering, new]

in a land where - its all shabby CAlifiornian crap

they're ALL stuck in the 'healing' trap]

anyway where was i i cant stop

badly rhymin'

of course still a Vogon, intergalacically lamentin'

i couldn't just persuade one nature 'luver' 

to wander in it - the best Ive ever known.... 

 and should never have bothered

but i did, because i could...

the only readson for ever doin' ..owt

of that there is no doubt)

 Right to WORK !!! there is so so so much to make saner sense of

to a dumbeed down illiteratti

(the Mong at Dawn she agrees but sttill won't quite listen

I raised myself on the best of subtle surreal  arthouse

Oona even Emir the Serb if she had bothered to help me understand

to busy thinkin' the future will come with a flick of some pseuds magic wand

THEY the great unwashed, obsessed with washin' every otjher hour

lost their natural balancin power

to OCD and trully bad TV

I am no elite i even made myself watch an episode

of 'Gogglebox' so as to understand

just how dangerous was their Road... 

(why America needed closing down

Cormacs more nihilist than even Benny Hill

so called masterpiece made them truly irreparably ill

almost as bad as AC Grayling

tellin' me to my face and recorder

that in his  favoirite story

Omelas girl... the girl needs to be locked in a GAzan death tent

so that there pertains a sane safe world order

she is sacraficed daily to..

smugify, YOU...!!!

And that's the kind of immigrant they let

 teach my kid, TOO!

 the most nihilist sky faery nutjobbery ever extant

And he the unquestionable king of 

well the problem tis these publishers

 sicko drug addicts dont even know..its CANT

And vanity...

appease his poor little towny dose of small dicked, insanity

Intouchables... he kicks away his cage

Reader on The 6.327... you burst out crin' the RIGHT tears

at the last page

(even sourrounded by underclass city

on their Googlebox confected self pity)

 the elites must be gang raped and held to ransomed

THE PACIFIST version, merely out essayed...

problem is no one pays...

for actual life affirmin

any old one can be metoo 

power of now you've really got a problem

life expectancy goin' down...

NHS mass hated...  (officially the data says..

all that 2020 "be kind" doesnt seemed to have a worked

an actual balanced mind knew 2010 it would drive you besrk) 

they'll probably even see sense

nope... not even  smugly self administered  suicide tents 

you're all TRULY fucked

unless ...

Odysseus  not only shows in some future blog

That its all just a very dull job

tolleratin' (the opposite of her "manipulating") 

Is what you've seen here...

but the real story, is hidden whirpools of 

only ever  calmest waters and

how to out smart em...

even Cyclops ess number one..

and two

And three...

just for you...

but i have to get to 100% surefire no gossip sanctuary

as one thing i know for certain, Free Speech of the 

 even 'calling out' with perfect undercover evidence

 stolen wages, burned stuff...

is no longer understood in Graylings bloodlusty land

is was always will Bee

 the answer to a crooked magic wand 

and like WAr..

i realised of late

It's not that there are no 'winners'

Five years of British 'princes' daughters

even the "first ever hippest hang glider on  the Biggin Hill grounds."

they - really did believe they were masters of the universe

those 35 ers to about 47

they knew they had inherited 'heaven'...

But the long term damage that did to them

Then their daughters  most of all

Now i understand why in fact the 

(as any European knows)

Ice Maiden... emanated from the pyroclastic flow

the loins of his 'victorious' afterglow

I've realised that 'winning' a war

stalemate a far better solution!

'winning' anything

is really just as dangerous for Victor

than .... any innocent, loser

in fact there is no loser..

unless you a re a part and go to 'Pradise' (antigua, never was, i lived there!)(

and think

 its full of lovely sweet people who wont smash your head in for living behind a gated community gate on their land...

Its the 100% lack of real education dominates this land

I didnt know until i came here to see just how far that got out of hand.

DAy 1 of the wayy back... gotta get to her somehow

The best ever version is lesbianic AND ginger...

oops no battery i forgot...

nOBODY EVER could... beat Ivry

it was never goin' to be possible!

(the arty farty of HAy and Presters never even HEARD of the true god...but just a few of us knew..

but ... she......did!

 .

 ... hustlers and their schemes...

Ahahhhh but there are places where,

what with  all their  'posting' "nature girl"

they so rarely seem to make it into

guess what, nature.

i guess too busy at their little machines

figuring how next to get attention.

Or just a smallest 'mention'.

As long as no one mentions

all this flowerfilled ground

where at last

(in fact it's better than ruralest MArches)

An acceptable home territory i have found.

So, the better [innix] Bob...

 Even if i have one lifetime question.

Do they all go.... a bit wonky, self flagelatin' 

need to endlessly have ... empathetic attention

in the land of get it wrong and it could be

an AK47....at your kid's school summer camp

What happened when even the greater Bob sort of became a bit 'o 

a pastiche sulkin' in his old motor, playing his better old un's

when in fact with such a  perfect start, one could have gone on forever

never mind a great usage of a great word likely to cause a little dictionary rustlin back home...

who else got "dilettante 's with their open minds.." into a perfect dictionary translation of the true nuance... indeed it could have been written for Hatesside Creekin Shitcreek  theyre too busy doin pain jobs to even notice the big jobs floatin by..

and only ever one per fire inside

 theyre all so 

pussy

sour 'n snide

(sorry thats as good as i never ever think its not me i didnt rhyme Serbia 'n labia....  it just happened... in a hurry) 

One of millions of learnin' materials i have forf any not muvva tonh]guer..

 

And who may just phoenixtercate errself...?

next.

I hope it's her from the LAnd of Paulo's Grande Belazza 

"we're the problem us snided so dilettantine, Itis here at the  Amphitheatrical

balcony, nothing left to say..." 

 Basically one could insert YAnk where older Iti said it to perfection

No awful so called Brito-lite culture could ever imagine:

us ordinary folk with no 'problems' ... no confected vulnerability

or penile operational adjustment anxiety.... just us,  sio called cultural elites are THE problem"

And thus worth its weight in Oscar

Anyway i think she The Mong does know a bit of a dilettante problem

Or the arrow straight one.....

the perfect one the writer can't even keep to

 gettin' a bit self pityin and  self obsessed...

 just cos a bit of age dampened the armpits of his older man vest

or the perfect road trip one even if anyone who actually LIKES children derates their right foot to never ever ever under any circs over 55...

strange how few seem to even like that being said thisside...

  

Anyway what was i musing...

ohh yes, who's next? 

 The dilettante escapee...?

Or the fully formed fully fledged one who makes me laugh

I do know one thing for sure (duel purpose) the sister needs to be mated..

So i DO stuff... proactively... no dancin' on ceremony

No fartin' around in perpituity... just DO it....

But the real key to not being a tunnel vision older yank is knowin absolutely ANYthing can happen 

And recreating that five  way crossroads...

fairly often

With no agenda,

is more zen than even Master Montaigne who tried a bit too hard

(what they all do.... ) 

The real no Tolle rd ahead though is the one where you know exactly what you want

and why....

and always prepare for that perfect possibility

(as The Flozz knew he will even to eternity)

but act as if there are five or even more alternative paths

equally as ...purposeful.

One thing i know for sure its impossible to even glimpse any future

second sight or blind as a bat

There is one cast iron rule in life...

 I am naughty i cannot get out of not trying hard at all mode, to make sense when i know i make more sense than all the rest put together..

if i ever get to notes and infil bits o' this and that.

Soon.

For a quarter of a decade not one idea of mine has changed, except quite impossibly, a few become possible

Even the schism is now going to be schismed

 100% certain (in fact as i messaged the BabbScott "110% 'high frequency, the last 10 days' to use your curious lingo..." the end and any more would be greedy. At least these extremely well trained comps, compliment each other. too... 

And one day will DO

" such a big aquarius shift will be the herald [ hark the angel's singin' and i don't believe in them] of much abundance.. i shall wait until then... " which was of course six weeks ago...

gosh there's good signal here!

Oh yes i forgot....I love it, it's just like 1992 (video yet to upload making cheeky comments about that particular year)

Almost ALL the houses are for sale.... there is a genuine hush everywhere...  As if they all believe all the "in times like these" your media has endlessly soothed their fragile little self harmin' souls with.

At least one, her Babbyship can accept a truth. The one... [ large intro ref context loads of time over 5 years actually counselling their victims.. even if they don't know they are as when daddy is living in the 750 grand pile... and likely to die of piles he's so old age bunged up... they can never think, what is the real stink..

they just moan and make up false allegations.

Not the Babbs ] .."are you aware the Englishman born from around 1935 to 55  especially if into minor success in their family is THE number one most dangerous animal  on the planet. Arrogant; princess in fact ... not their fault, all that " we won the war" then 50s into 60s white heat of prosperity, a bit too old for the real revoltin' fun to start mid to late 60s..... sorry much experience tells me .. they have no soul, so don't lose yours to him.."

splendid to have a simply PERFECT (once posh) same-pager...  the star of my film as it happens

you couldn't make her up.... too pukka perfect.

But that's that

This is an act of self harm 

(as well as as missived out the LAST time " ten years ago i kindof grew a few RAlphs as a sort of wry semi satirical semi magical semi Homeric handful of ... performance art...but for me all art is effete unless it TRIES to cause good purpose for the common good.."

So, that phase, soon...

Especially when i have found the one almost magical Kingdom in what is the least magical resthome for The 'Kingdom's old soulless money  in the whole land..

If only they knew. They were "sold a pup"

(the shamans and mindfuls  and tarot tarts and miscellaneous work is for cleanin' ladies, I however shall work, shop....and feminine monetisers.. who flocked here on the coat tails of it all startin' on 'up country' Fakebooks.... 15 year ago... i saw it start to happen then... so sadly predictable....

but I'm no stone chucker in glass houses...  nevermind the fake 'fragility' will have it all straight back in your face... i like fixin' things....  and my companeras..tribe.... fabulous new utopian beings - who in fact will 'tits out, back straight, eyes straight ahead..'... aren't for me.... they are just in case, someone else   needs the real free workshop, on how to be healed..of especially the 'healers' ... never mind all the dodgy seers... FACT: more suicides down here per random person encountered than i have EVER known anywhere before....and Horrorfordshire was crammed packed full of VERY lonely middle aged farmers in the hills where i lived [Craswall] ...  all the "birds" flown away to be closer to HArveys Knickers... years ago....  one per 5ish years there... two per here...and thats just ion my most carefully curated selected bunch off supposedly mindfully aware peeps.... the data: your bullshit didn't WORK - which we knew decades ago...Einstein has a great line about madness.... )

And five! ok 4 1/2 depending on her last ever ultimatum... fine freebirds.. all CURED of all that

(the recovered addict is the most evolved person of them all ! fact...the only one you can ever REWALLY trust....

. as long as they dont go on about it forever  - Russell with his '12 steps' ... 

)

All seen the error of their and suicidal friends' ways... and changed.. remarkably fast 

except one.. the sargeant major's daughter of course.....

Blighty....what a sad little unchangeable place... especially now tea pots are back..

(BIG fat video speeches soon in the can, but no data for a few days)

so, no doubt about it...

 It is extraordinary the sulky hissy detractors.

I seem to have stumbled across a  different hologram 

wonderfully devoid of even noisy tractors.

time warpin'

but ... is it good or bad? all this (here)  best ever nature

hardly anyone at all ever out walkin'

strange but saudades keep happenin'

(montagu told off  in her, World, at1, "what planet are you from Mrs Maiden?"

had me out loud laffin')

saudades are...good.

I think i may be changing my mind.

About somethin'

 

 

BBQ'd Lamburgers

 Terribly serious...

as a full time (with lots of 'down' time) chronicler which is naughty as i far prefer trippy reflections.

And no more bad poems!

chronicler...

None of your so called 'Greens' ever tell you just how critical verges are... because they're so busy pimpin' emotional blackmail about non green things such as  body politics...

(all eco is sadly, as Extinction Rebellion fail to understand - recording soon... politics =  money; and writing proper letters)

As an always walker and not afraid of farmers, meandering their land.. there is so little 'nature' on the other side of the hedge. Really.... scouts honour. The 'environment' is almost  - objectively speaking, these verges... 

And yet 'Greens'  of Presteigne think that adopting 5 sq m of a busy bypass verge space 2020, and putting little twee signage up to make them look good is 'saving' ANYthing...

It's far harder to get their buddy's even to stay on teh same page: "if we ALL write letters to our MPS and councillors then maybe they may actually take note rather than take note of what silly self pityin' fake hippes we are.."

(thereby in that one para above summing up the WHOLE of the so called 'eco' movement for 17 years...)

part 1 and 2 later

 

So, the Naz...

 (this atch, will forever be)

And up the slope, slept just on the right slope

(it's actually amusing even if the usual neuroticism, seeing sort-o'-vanners 

setting up with their silly little under-wheel

wedges, what spanners)

And up beyond  the little kissin' gate, an unusually heavenly valley. 

Righty ho, training... 

Item1. Never do any digitals at night, in fact early mornin' 

a quick look at who's ignorin'

even the  splendid once-in-a-lifetime

emailed special offer woman in waitin'
(and she really would make some poetical/thoughtful/slightly-revolutionary man 

a truly wonderful rest of life,

no trouble 'n strife)

But the hardest thing to get into a nouveau 

knockin Pirsig off his EAsy Rider

(why has it gone to double space ?

i din't tell it to get the poignant big 'lacuna' grace

especially when forced to read through my own drivel

realising that the handrwritten poem's already

about 3 pages back - bottom right

wanted it to be Bee prominent a few more nights)

Is the harder work

But with fullest 'zen' it isn't

Day after day

(never at night)

always the same 'purpose', ten long years

Tremendously full,  even funny communication

(the butter-sElves  often a gigglin' into my ears)

 You rev them up theme-wise

they'll even say " how wise"

or something much more statesman.

And then fizzle, not even a "busy a few days, my man"

The zen of ten years, more or less on the same track,

eco/internationalist/egalitarian (= 'mental health'too)

endless dead ends, but thats the true vagabond trick

gives weird dawntime positive "energy" when it should make one sick. 

As long as one regularly finds the right atches that are as 'aside' as possible

(this region, it's bizarre, 

should be called hunchback, sensitive lands 

too terrified to leave it, they just stare at me from their car) 

  

butter-sElves

 that's maybe a better name for them..

ADHD being so old cowboy hat (as the government ministress did declare i have the recording, of her obvious despair) common as sheep muck

in REAL countryside

(for god's sake don't popularise 'fragile x syndrome' its time wasting enough when SUPERB young commiunicatrixes have to get in their pithy acronym

by default

in line one

seven syllables, or is it eight

 will waste even more of THEIR precious time...

and mine 

" was your mummy's fault..

and dad's too, but that's between me and you"

even if rather treble entendrent

one can wotsup sing, just a minute ago 

almost as good as Mister Domingo

she makes me so happy

especially when she knows its not about me

only her....  and HER ambition, to upskirt, Tate

 For which she has not only the mind

the glorious anti-sounbowlb babes of her (stolen by them from HER) Penzance

genuinely sexually weaponised ultrababe dominance

("NO! theyre stuck up enough already, they dont need 9 grands worth of augmentation

lets make Cornwall a proud county, for REAlity,  and fuck all this  shufflin' nation

of nothing but rich slaves to the property they sold off to ... Ms. 1992, too)

If Tate as much as saw a clip

he would give up, failed, his porno-chix

mere second rate manufacrtured cheapthrill 

inauthentic slave totty..

This one's good enough, diversely underprivelaged,  perfect

anti-'hip' 

REAL "warrior" Queenenough to 

 wipe that knowing  smirk off even their Mister  De Botty

But it's that damn ...

even scotch addled  mcGilchrest 

can't out viewcount him

 Alan  Watts and his near poetical "divinity"

still fuckin' it all up from the other side of his personal infinity

doesn't exist death does.

No idea whats next or forever so now you wanna BE

figurin' the now common good.

will have them  all  even her Imoan

 the Nutcrackin' Songbird 

diverted, until....  i can stop long enough to collage his

rancid older age into somethin'

convince her he's just another wolfy sheep in the same antique herd

And she ....alone....  has the words, 

and character to make anyone even me... laugh.

Not at. but with...

The End

backwards only now filling in the spaces 

between the dots

(the so atomised eyes wide shut [ thats not mine cribbed from memory]

incomin' lady drivers)

between all these non places

So that we can redraw the right map.

of just a few solo urpright, straightfaced, one faces

Which was impossible to find...until io did.

Full time for two years!

Failure is so so so much more spiritual/creatively stimulatin'

so what next don't exist,  its just .. for them.

 

Private memoir, don't look, i get obscure

 ... thirty three years...my ohh my

As if yesterday, but a whole lifetime into the next universe (all that must be stopped, too.. Quantum wave theory its as if its only just been discovered a bit too late for Mister Tolle to toll you on that unknowable one..)

war breaks out Sarajevo...we watched... together at times..

FF a few months a 

(OOPS LAST POST: 'key posts': i haven't even started on Croatia yet...  basically when they have been dealt with, any REA:L "serbian warrior" at their embassy

 will have me compulsorily

on their  poetry

wish list and tourist brochure 

with or without her

never mind the only  real poet in history to rhythmically

methodologically

get Serbia 

rhymin' with 

labia...

no smug Croat (quite rude too in fact, put even the poutiest Serb to shame ...and there is an HONOUR among real walkers in that they offer to share their snax...ALWAYS... sat above a lovely bay in my fuckin' country! gettin' full on sincere .. " best spot to see the seals, here... " )

Is gonna tell me they are seventeen  years ahead of Serbian  accession, at least...

anyway forget her (and her gang) for ..now...

Thirty three (or maybe two i have notes, not here) ... 

Christmas ninety two i guess

We...  we... looked after quite together

The lovely (just a tad Pretty Woman affliced)  half breed.

mum from one side of  the 'border' 

dad the other

by about 5 km 

the border going right through her heart...

and thus ours too

And the next summer I drove said halfie 

and her bestie

 the very very very sulky pukka Serb..

undertsandable her true agonising heartfelt  genuinely 'traumatisin' ' tragedy

most of her folks splatted by the other lot

an actual good excuse to be silent

All the way those 300km over to the lovely Aberdoveyan beach

Her and I ..and her three bundles of joy.

A year it took me to get to that perfect joy

And common good..

Except i realise these last few

especially today .. atchin tan best one, new

said to the NAz the other day

" i have absolutely no idea who she was...  two whole years then quite a few off and ons..

no idea... could have been from another planet.... 

still don't know 

that's the truly English..one"

Until it crystalised..

the eyes

of the stream, of fairly fancy four wheel drivin'

Their look. 

Arrived here (as past region)

Nigel year, then 2020 by the legion

London tractor between their legs

Lost .. a bit nervy... out of their environment, 

a little discontent

But when they hit peak-flock of loads like them

once wonderfullest mother hen

became...

It's the stare: "I am in 50 grands worth of largeish four wheels driving.."

Even in the small dull little towns  never mind lanes 

and poppin to their local Spar, 

as the've done every day for years

its the  sharp focus only in their frontage

the complete 100% " don't you think i will ever age"

"I am NOW ... in charge of my country cottage destiny..

nobody ever existed, except mine and me.."

 

Which is so sad as in a big tank (when an old Polo will get you just as far just as fast the narrow roads so utterly bereft...of even regular passing places, in places.. and no ice ever.. hardly any mud, even)  

especially...one is so not in danger, above the fray 

on may just perhaps now'n again

take the time to notice others ...or even smile

 Now i know who she was.... 

all along

my my how one can be so so wrong

But then i come from a region

chameleons would be road squashed

hidden in the real roadloads of mud..

 or die of actual natural  freezin'.

rather than 

oops...nope.. maiden and 'head' 

are an insult to real virgins if Miss Understood

Free workshops...

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oops see below ...  (words... BAbb i think it was)

I am always on word duty these just a few months ..lasteryear...

Now...

Long ago - fifteen year'n ago to be precise... he came on to my radar

(Haidt is on ALL 'their' radar meaning every awful grooming pimp who is ruining your children, probably except for Tate... Meghan, Ben (Shapiro) Jordon-is-a-Moron... the very forgettable gay one ohh yes their big daddy Rubin only good thing about him he doesnt remind you he is gay every third word...  all of them....and The Guardian no doubt, never mind Channel 4... have there new bible of Hate..

knowledge and thinking....

apart from the fact that ALL the 'disorders' started well before Zuckerberg sucked everyone down his alogorythm method to endless anal up the bummery..

It is obvious to ANY parent even 3500 years ago: got an issue with someone, stand up, gracefully fight back or white lie (i have a recording about this 3 years ago somewhere) " ehhh mister lovely to snog you at the disco last night... thanks for calling 17 times this morning... i REALLY did mean it i think you are by far the most handsome bloke there...  thing is out of the blue they released my ex this mornin' we all thought he had been given 5 years for runnin' over the boyfriend before him's expensive poodle...with intent .... seems it was an admin error... anyway i DID love him bigtime he is LESS hansome than you but he has begged  us to have another try and keep all poodles or ferrits at a distance until he has had full time therapy...  but look i WANT TO BE FRIENDS with you... really good friends as you have sucha  beautiful soul... maybe even you and him could be good friends too down the pub ... our village  pub - he moved to the nearest bail hostel to me isnt he a sweetie.." 

means you are guaranteed to be BLOCKED by him... forever

the block button did FAR more harm than the 'like' or other such tech poor hateful HAidt too one dimensional to ever even think of...

(copyright me by the way ALL opimnions and facts expressed are unique facts from my own head with the occasional Bob line woven in usually italicised...i didnt do that for the big fat venal  judges they had to google it all..) 

 

But Haidt will be forgotten by history as soon as some next excuse comes along for being terrible parents always...

Burkeman however...

Jesus christ i have listened to 'the super boho i am a naturalistic freer rangin' version of Alain De Botty .'.[ publisher to The Burke: " try not to be so De Botty.... a bit more sweary-druggy perhaps..? to keep up with psychoactive Sam who has already convinced anyone with a small bit of brain so as to con him out of free subscription... that LSD or magic mush, even buckets of vomit  recycled after the Yahhooooasker ..have the key to unfuci' up all tbe fucked up minds....

 funny that its known as 'pyramid selling' .. i have many new pages to share soon from the midwinter research to make it as clear as day...

(you can't really search/google " conartist shaman" yet as we  - i mean the world of catchup cvalled the internet which is so so yesterday...still...are still on various other Ponzis from the past just being figured such as manipulative conartist  yoga sex cult - basically when i do Dot... i shall be crowned pod_queen of even her realm... 

"how to change your life by cutting it up into little weekly chunks" was invented about 1950 in YAnkeeland and almost everyone with a mind saw through that years ago and there are some quite good docs on that...

The Burke though believe me please ...free money back if i am wrong

is the latest most insidious version of " i am almost as handsom as Knaussguard.... and speak kindof London Groucho/old hipper fart lingo...and once read a few books on physics/philosophy  ... once had a truly dangerous cocktail.... etc...  without ever LIVING through hell/ tragedy/ being NOBODY AT ALL..[the real key to actual 'evolution' or change.....AND always sleeping perfectly].."

I put in the last line as when i fell fully  in 'love' with the giraffe last year at landlope.com ripes MANY more vids of her and i still to put up)   it was a slightly perverse pity-love even if she made up for it by bounding along without ever moaning on our paradise day of PAthway roaming...

Even she... a superb lovely European ... her smile REAL rather than painted on

Her laughter from HER belly and not from a page of Burkeman as she's invested ion some dangerous Ponzi man like him or Tolle...

She... (this is at least 75% ..!!) told me she can never sleep properly.... she was 2 hrs a night for years...

so often i encounter this and its so boring as we know that anyone who is stuck in that tragic mode..is no good to anyone on or off The Road..

Never mind NONE ever can manage to know the fine European tradition of 

+++++++++++++++ 

.. .. 

Just part of the final Road Trip as i said to Widow NAz - thats my knickers name for err...:-) big big smiley hahh hahh real belly laughter

I need team titles, as part of the cast of characters in the 20 year 'nOddyssey

" god they're so so lazy here they rarely trim the growth afront the roadsigns..and then there are other signs"  which is just a reality check - mean... ing "see their  postures! god they all hunchback shuffle.".(as SHE echoed,  !! none of my opinions are EVER without backstabbin "bird" backin backup even if it should be "watch your back"...)  

The pained expressions - funny that my long chronicled reality check with the superb historian and his photo shoot, he said " we had a splendid fine childhood and adulthood..."

 

The aggro to find some free power to now..

Anyway righty ho... stopped.

My my what fine atches i have found...

SOme key posts, to NOW;

https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/05/the-power-of-now.html

A bit too much about the actual zen of vanning.. meaning when the truly fabulous younger one and her first run out, and even giving to me a great thought about how things CAN just be, and the day after i wrote a whole film in my head when previously i never could...

But even better she understood the 'territory' thing - roam a fairly wide one, water there, washing stream there due modesty and necessity not to get arrested for "lewd behaviour" ...  poo pot washing  spot there... quiet church for recharhe there...

But she kindof broke my heart a bit as i really did think... she would be back for 'more' of her wonderful input.... but what d'yer know..i shall never again ever speak with a younger ster...

(as the educator on saturday said to me, theyre all beyond it, will get you arrested for tough love...i could see in her utterly gorgeous dark deep Assyrian heritage i would guess, perfect eyes, still as a dark vat of finest first pressed olive oil, but left in the basement to go rancid and dead, her beloved student's mums.....all got SO fat [i see at this moment here where they park up]...   but for now thats between you and me)

key post # 2... I need FEEDback!

My ferkin ADHD elves  - several asked errata ordered:" cmon what do you think!?" And i write down their great lines " she asked for seconds" ehh and many more...

https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/05/well-i-didnt-lie-nor-do-i-cheat.html

Feedback in that case maybe the ONLY thing they understand is make a voluntary donation in my coffee machine or else!

key post next, oops we're not doin' very well there i hadnt even looked

nor finished it as its the ... roadtrippin' to being so totally in the 'zone' thats a bit fun, whereas every single adjustment to ones beggarly bowl is a chore and anyway only takes away from what (to quote BAbb, " it renews itself every sday"  - The Sublime that is ... as if to  prove the point of WHY it needs to a typical Hay-on-Why the fuck be "human" and bother to befriend HIM 25 years ago... the default lovely old godfather of the lass....  sort of wiseish sometimes mentor - world famous musical mentor...  me the only one attempting to counsel him when his wifey dies... never mind " Jeff  50 years of your Oxford donnery plus some ok stuff on The Sublime still just between you and me... but for posterity, history, humanity... we need to capture it now before you croak ..[ at 90+] .... cameras and videos were invented about 100 years ago, nowadays [2021ish] the next generation its their go-to place so wipe the egg from around your face and ...talk! ... and share yourself  at least via me...." nope.. all him lost to obscurity...[knowing i an uneducated trol had caught him up on what 'it' ..is... but always gave HIM credit..] 

 .  his 'GODDAUGHTER' as good as... goes to the country's top literature degree university.... and he has a large fabulous old library... some of the rarer ones bought for him, by me [ no other functional children or helpers to do anything ever] .... and does she even get  a paperback left to her in his will...?

Fuckin Hay... made them all ill

to the point ehhh....

(i have such massive real lies and deceit, by all the church ...must be turned into actually bounteous shining light - 'energy' that will be so translucent bright it will shatter all their shitstained windows.. . Babb is one, warden of his sick little soul.. not even able to have gratitude he had his wife for so many years.... spend his last merely moanin' ..feelin sorry for himself... tellin' me how sorry we must all be for himself....   rather than bein' a useful part of ANY small 'community' needin' a BIT of sane 'authority'

https://mendicantralph.blogspot.com/2025/04/crowdfunder-write-up-3-april-2025.html

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

one of a series of arty farty fotos trying to get the reflected window behind me in the perfect position..

DRAFT first version one of many

my my they have some big words for their con...

I shall use it on my bills to 5 or 6 so called Christians whom over 13 years...my my theyve wSTED ALMOST YEARS..OF MY PRECIOUS TIME.
only FOR THEIR BENEFIT I NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING....

OOPS ACCIDENTAL CAP

OH YES... as  BabbScott and Widow NAz agree - voiciferously!... theres this van bimbo gets mounds of your cash to meander about moanion' about " ohh my its so terrible i havent been able to wash my hair three days what yucky scuzz.." 

also she made her money as per her video evidence by offereing the biggest con ever at..

(fill ion soon) a famous 'healing' festival 

paying her to stand around looking all hip..all the usual latest generation of hip gear on their hips... bein' all workshoppy so she can go shoppin' for more hip[ stuff..

with a big bucket and some cold water!

"therapy" ....

thing is..you can see it in her face, all day she  video edits with such .... whatever

....she doesnt sleep well either....

i am ONLY interested in stage 1...sleep...always no matter what

even through the worse 'cancer scare' ever...

which turned pout to be a Ponzi scheme on me... 

the guaranteed death mole  explodin into bloody certainty

just 

dropped off one night whilst i was as usual sound asleep

(2020)

But i cannot lie, especially as my ADHD elves do check ion to see what big daddy is wafflin today...:  for FREE...

all the best stuff - how one can survive years of stuff worse than my ONLY heroine Yevgenya of The Whirlwind...

sleep well always...and be "human" enough to do the one thing you cannot fake when it comes to my ADHD elves...  sleep...  have reliable sleep, which also leads to GREAT memory...

(butterfly brains is far nicer a term especially as theyre so high functioning they are all in top 10% of one or other existence past or present, they'll deny cleverly theyve omitted to remember IMPORTANT lessons... so blame it on the butterflies too... back to them SOON XXX)

Free..... real modern day Montaigne,  How To Live...

or chose Burkeman .. he has to sell himself... he is so crap

As i have heard for many an hour many a year

Don't believe me though, believe thge data: i am observed always sleeping, well 

99% of the time...

That's a thought...

 the opposite of fraught

Nearing the end of sub Odyssey

second year

I have such absurdist Jean Paulist  jolly good fun.

(in a land where "satire"...  may as Welby,  talkin' into your own bum)

In a truly self immolatin' life-affirmin'  way

I kindof like it, here.

(only due the fact i have 3 1/2 splendid convertines...

 none of whom EVER whines

" ohh poor pity me, 

my peri men-ohh woe is we")

And we do sort of DO 

what needs to be DONE

even if in first rather scrappy draft

But that's the real 'art':

despite them.

Being as i knew years ago:

pretend-o-therapy: you're in a twenty year odyssey

and....

Well, the and is the biggest hardest word to define.

Now it's really kairos time.

They hang, a bit, on my every word.

As long as it's repeated, 

ad nauseum 

" you don't half go on, man"

(realising a few months ago how 'politics' really is merely repeating the same ole lines

time after time, to the same people - "ugly" if one must ..be as ignorant and rude as Meghan DAum

about poor childman Sam BAnkman Fried...

"politics is showbiz for ugly peeps" such a  hackneyed 

Siurfers Against Sewerage  

effluent fluent

non phrase as if you study their king Charles

Eisentsein act.

 You realise just how BAFTA actory 

is his whole heroin in their arm, tract.

I believe it makes you rather dozey.

Just like ...

NOTE TO SELF! XXX  insert here

pictures of "community" centre gatherations

using 'SOMA' as keyword for their cacasita 'celebrations'.

The Tragedy of The Commons

https://www.google.com/search?q=tragedy+of+the+commons&rlz=1C1ONGR_enGB1138GB1138&oq=tragedy+of+the+commons&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOdIBCzY3MzU5MWowajE1qAIAsAIA&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

i could have SWORN was one of the original Eisentein books 

 him a  mere Johnny-come-lately in this  hall of mirrored sunglassed crooks.

Not him in fact, Gladwell i could have sworn.

But I'm not perfect memorising what created the false dawn.

(so will Suzy admit: " damit... the last few months havent quite.... 

manifested all that powerful new economic boost...

[ even number one 'bird' 

 ' she's seen the HATE there now i have heard'

the only one EVER I allowed to

steal my birthdata ...and  screwdriver

back into my eye.. rather than find a purposeful use

for the astrological noose

around even Suzy's slightly more literary neck

... 'luv, you got all that loot yet your charts promised?

... nope, ready to  grow up yet ?.. friggin 'eck...

nope...she'll just be pissed

another suerb example of THE hardest language in the world

why any finest 'bird' needs help, to Bee herd...]

... pride of course means 

you can't even admit to me...

no change in your means

despite your 'for SURE!' astrology"

why am i warblin' on?

Merely because i can.

Despite every single one of them...

Now I reached the 100% for sure journey's end

Never even wobblin' around, any blind bend

I could..... reverse, 

seems the best way of avertin' the hearse...

Near end of year two,

back to her somehow...

A year going back...

wards of court, all mine real preshusses

in tow...

tally ho, 

Lets ... make the anti-road movie

on the way back

 

Except this time

I know how to reuse, repurpose, and monetise

 every so called 

eco-aware, "community" (grant paid for)

desrted and wasted

 

wow 85 million views i discovered them  and real actual "human" dancin'

when the stupid English 'musos' still were debatin' whether

golly gosh whats THAT... i thought i had seen all the shit versions...

 i shall have to ponder the shamanic double entendricity of takin' the piss out of 

about the greatest song in history

 

..anyway yes Rory or  

 ... hahhh hahhh.... Rory or Justin.... 

what an entree...

both had talent.... only one learned to let go

of his own jerk-chicken little state and

find the actual stairway..... all the way there...

And ...in the only decent Road Trip to ever soon hit the silver (linin') screens

About a week ago one mornin'

Only Rory's perfect let go all the way til the wheels fall off and burn

number came true in ... the best atch 

most poetical and 'romantic' ....of 'em all....

Anyway... back to the future: we....could go backwards?

hmmm....

The power of Now....

 ...we're in business; smiley kairos-now emoji

(all they ever were, a failed business.... modelled, on about 3000 years of con)

And there has to be one last communique... (i just SO SO love it when they do that... 'diggers, dreamers' can't even take one real word of real human comment. good job i photo-back-up every hilarious lament)

Now power

TEN MORE VIDCLIPS TO UPLOAD HERE NOW

from a perfect zen van day

a week ago

Unlike Eck hard Tolle Road...

i don't cherry pick what makes ME look nice and sweety  and smiley perfect Mister super enlightened zen god...

I hate filming me at van HATE..its truly horrid even if necessary because of their failed business model as i tell you now NO one lives in the 'now' in the whole SW their main refugee haven

As i like to be 90% of the day just walking a splendid quiet pathway in the middle of nowhere... it is a genuine against MY common good looks and splendid bouncy arse and legs to make film sat down... anywhere near a stupid old van

and i have tons of bouncin vids from the last few months

but this stuff is more important

for now

especially as two years among his 'disciples'  - almost one and all...

 i have the Road Movie of why it didn't WORK

"speculum"*

 ( i would have millions of readers, dribblin on their seat edge.... which cliff??!!?? ... will it be s/he...? if you knew the ongoing STORY - it's all the same, 'connected' dots to dully thats: dull, ly, join... 20 years ive been on that meanderation among a truly smelly nation...)

" what a splendid new word..."

If elf #3 wasn't so ... [censored]: 

"Lets shine a torch up it.... and inspect every single toxic dribble ... those you do 'for The english to see'...and those like viscious whores who even hide their 'sexuality' - even if that fine young man with the best breasts i have ever had the pleasure of..

was a Spaniard twenty five years ago ... [its in the substack of great "wise" refection - i am 100% modern multi dimensional multi media experience... and know how to knit]

... in my gob until, " ehhh nope not possible no 

(ehh heres a REAL comedian who bravely crosses the pond ... even if foolishley stayed here...)

 hole..."

where was i ohh yes what you do Not hear is often the actual truth..

I love her even more.... 

as her words of a quarter of a decade ago,  poetically rebound...

What cunt that needs a good investigation from the BBC did not seek a 'response'

"The Ministry of keep-us-out-of-The-Hague... declioned to issue a statement " to...

News at nine  thats 0900 my lunchtime every morn a REAL days work by then..

item 1 something about some silly shopoholic who wants to swap his jumbo for a chinese version duty free

item 2.... (you did not hear as the BBC went to the same balls, and had the same fey 'bisexual' boy lover..)  "we asked the Ministry of genocide for a statement but didnt even  receive an email back, the underclass call it bein' ghosted, or the usual bad mannered woman who cant ansswer anything vaguely real... just huffs n puffs......[ the rest you did hear] ..to the recent statements that Briritish so called Special forces, Army Navy and just about everyone else by the believeable sound of it... 

over some years maybe even a decade 

 went around Afghanistan shooting  dead, not a bit, but  fully dead, 

handcuffed raghead kids.... probably even in the head... 

never mind women and a load of poor bedraggled beragged captives, in their back..  

 pretending to give them humanitarian, aid"  

item 3 ..  i forget

item 4..i forget

item 5 " oh yes and the so called PM is making a live statement about how he doesnt understand that all immigration forever has just been an Afghan head to kick around..political or knot.... but Angela the Former Sov...was in no doubt:  we'll have a million or even two....... quick run, this way if you please...... nor would we ever be able to afford another million to wipe the bums of the carehome lot... as even the fine Germans knew forever ago:  importing cheap bum wipers even the cheapest is not VIABLE..[ as woz rit in estianddad. dotcome or was it liesdamage.com 15 years ago...]  "

thats the economic certainty of what is the family...the only viable way to stop bumwipin immigration...even if i like Angela the Murk... and bless err what a thing she started...the murky endless " we the underclass or otherwise the bottom third need the shineyest new  motors, cowboy hats, GAP shop gear.... rather than ever actually be prrsent, parent or bumwiper to our most beloved old dear...."

.

You wont hear either but interesting even they left him to number 5 on the so called 'headlines'...

No point speculatin' a whole dodgy war criminal nation..

That cannot even do basic maths....

And this will be forever...

Time to leave.... forever

* splendid new word of the day, English really IS a lifetime of learning ..all these new joys1 .  I'm free... as rather good guru-head-teacher ..i just call guide.

(ugly) hashtag, i need more readers

 soon, and as i still don't ever hashtag as they're so ugly...

it's up to you

but even the elves will be stuck in that silly new paradigm

( his "wise"  material.... 

so few are lucky enough to be his very few clicks

this is just the quick shared version theres a full-on, free, extremely one-to-one intense, workshop, trainin' course, whippin' ass  version ... the most perfect candidate she called me "wise" and also knows what it's all for... but the best of all  - all our  kids will know, 100% authentically.... soon to be enthroned in her rightful place: next generation mother hen.... via our shared light material of the best of all culture film and .. 

daily dosing, of strong black coffee instead of poncy cereal...  that's  true 'compatibility' .. eternal)

well there are ways...

do come back i have so so much from ten years now, to weave into two years not 'now' as the now years are merely only about how to understand the then years

At the end of The Road  a trip to their temple of...

I still cannot quite believe or describe the 100% conformity

Even up in the bookshop cafe 

her sippin' her sugary tea

In fact impressive at first 

" my schoolkids well they needed to be given a tougher 'get over yourself' daily dose"

And then.. ran away... to her horrid other coast

Even after noddin: " fiar dinkum junkies and steroid addicts yes aboundin'.."

why do the English so so run from the actual truth of their surroundin'

Even when they so yogamatically agree with every jesture and 

" that book over there the LATEST Burke.. fancy pantin" 

...hmm thats a rather good new word, yogamatically... 

And yet again proves what 'zen' is as i have so little barttery just check uanswered email,  a quickest charge of phone (from laptop only on 12% and not even thinking of what one may warble iof this page opened..just type and

something comes out...sometimes rather rhythmically..

 it aint me, babe.... it's just

cos i know how to really be in the 'zone' ... all the way... which means to not even Be

never mind Have...

to have become nothing.

But  something other.....

certainly than a whole town of only conformity

to faux bohemenian  " ... look at me" 

seriously now, simple rather old backpack, simple rather worn sandles, simple ordinary shirt and shorts 

simple, I have better things to do with my time than shave my head (also symptomatic of body neurosis so so obsessed with their 'small things'... each and every atom which may disturb their..????)

simply the eyes the windows of the soul and

(it was so funny she got it: "look at him... mirror shades on checking his look in the mirrorlike surface of his mirror like fancy van, mirroring to him his fat fancy gut...and nuthin else")

And without a cowboy hat nearly mid summer !!!  

even on a not very sunny day!

And the stares you get!!! 

(i know it is my posture too, tits out chin up ish... back up straight... always despite their 'hate'...)

 

Ok, so 'now' to quote the silly man...

 The next phase did begin.
Even if ten years in the "maker" ing
(when the rural arts started to term themselves makers to nett some Charles Eisenstein fey man, whom will never ever actually, 'spiritually', speak of his ten year pension contributions into some South eastern conglomerate's potted plan, she the archetypal  - as my TEAM also has seen, shaman Queen.... seeks only to breed with...even if they're both rather past it, and should be onto the next phase long ago.... having "wise" things to pass on to their unborn children as they never had wise time to ave em...  so yes ... the 'maker's making

nothing

other that pseudeia.com

sugar coated jam

boree

     that's really when it all went crystaline  pear shaped... but we - the we-lot, my preshissssses... we have them in our

can...

preserved just for you.... 

and those spikey little crystals, 

when you know just how screwdriver in the eyes

dangerous, and sanded down

[ my callin'  most enthrallin' 

no errat so so boring!!!

now they have to be monetised

only ever for THE COMMON GOOD

feast your eyes

soon)

Define 'precious'

 when America was fully fat and fascist, too...

Hairy Hippy (junk dealers, so they weren't) not just

Easy Rider run out of town 

but shotgun wedded to Cormac's Road, too, boot

Ronnie Raygun on the throne,

BAddest boyBush the first his turn soon

The brave Pythons .... ehh no one said that

merely jolly, good chaps...

cashin in, 

all that redneck din

will make good material, next time back at the office

figurin fine Ministry of cultural soft powerisation

  

whereas today's so called comic

Never mind minin'

two years hidin'behind a podcasters mask (p3) 

and office no turret

ivory tower down some soho street.

" no way out, i'm stayin' here just in case some sick people i may meet" 

At the very moment when there's actually a 'conversation'

Maher at Don's for dins

K junior not yet fallen to Big phrama's  AK 47 assasin's 

pings...

And worse than armalite

to his own smug unfunny forrid

Britolite's 

so called comic,  so  smugly horrid

 and coward

too scaredy cat to  even... 

watch Don't look Up and   see there may just be hope left in one bonkers nation

That can still laugh at itself just a little.

My daughter liked that one allowed PC game, Stuart Little

(his comedian of choice,

 he thinks i  got ALL my 'voice'... 

by suckin out every arrogant little half melonin pigmented 

half "human" half che Guevara t-shirt,

 sadly by his Clash made demented.

nothing but cats piss poetry and slopily fermented

[ i see they're all heretoo...as if cowboy hats just invented and bad musac just for you]

well, that was just starters...those three years

he better prick up his Little man ears)

Reform...

 ...ed ...

Proves the point. The Reformation was for a reason...

Even if Master (not Mister) of it annew 

got his directions mixed up

Too.

Reversin' back up turdencriusted back passage marked

 The Enlightenment was here...

in the next version up of reverse gear.

Rather than really reformin'

the junky's joint

chucked away for good

That's the point, creates an actually better 'uman.

Let it be understood, 

all choice is impossible.

Such as then 

Way back when

"  not only's the music commin; back, the fey gods of it too...

 hmm two grand a pop, front row lass, 'n pop.... 

well, the rambin'-on-mobile... ebay ... swap the well used seats  for one night only , two....

if the junky, managed to grow up and be a man, kind of  mark two... 

smili'n at his junky tracks... 

in the, no it can't be the greatest of all 'come backs'..

wrong; 

right song"

what a superb ferkin Sartran (JP) intellectual use of their semi colon

Talkin of bums

now  ..... 

The greatest of all road Trip numbers

In the days before a 'gay' artist 

when a new real actually ferkin talent that is in another dimension

comes along, despite comprehension:

'snot possible to sing in an as yet unknown dimension

From beaten up small boy nervous exhaustion;

or any ole'bein 'other than the majority

One thing i would have never guessed

A Road Trip last port of call

a few decades on, now i get  the whole dam blob

why they stop and stare in carparks and some perfect acth....

Never mind  him the fat brown man in his Che Guevara T...

Vistit some shopin' town even Sunday morn

And either it's the GAp [assumin they still exist]  magazine, brochure

or 'lifestyle' mag...

But i had no idea that every other one's, 

tryin to look like the one and only uncopyable unique

James...

Whether up or down the back, Ali..

is irrelevent when you can ACTUALLY write great Punjabbin' poetry

Anyway good for me knowin' why they're all so towny-depressed and nery too

Because This whole county ios only townies, not Pathosts, or Trackers

(other than to show off some fancy new Pear shaped watch, steppin' up to Heaven, via the gate

 - to do her yet out of sequence "gates fer yackin at lass whats the difference")

 

Anyway the End of The Road, for sure

Was merely to understand just why she;s so hissy..

even if fit.

If every single person you ever see

In her pastiche of a land called London, by me

Is actually only ever dressed up like they're in Camden, or Oxford

Town slash Street.

Pity the poor fishies, never mind slimmer times ahead

All that prozac, guaranteed will drop self harmed dead, too.

 In fact now i have been also in the mind of Homer

Got hos sneaky technique.

Wander around your home town Smyra,

lookin for someone just sane enough  to share your woodburner

Then observe and record  every single one

 reduce their grotesquosity by a factor of at least 

fifty percent, insert telettubie, for actual tubby steroid gorgin' Somervillian beast

Or a nice sweet Cyclops for the local real meal deal

Downrate the local bought bohemian population

Crasses predictablest shopping cart nation

And  no one would believe even the half safe version.

There is no way in poetry or verse 

or performative self harmin' or wose

(i really didn't know i actually mean what i say 

bein' i avoided their shoppin' towns

and boys in girls gowns... ten year ';n a day)

just how one dimensionally straight out of the instruction book

how to lifestyle dress, walk and look

Everyone became.

Not one actual novel bit of anti institutionality.

'treally is The Truman Show

My off my,  back to Bolivia I must go..

Or at the very least  some Pyrenean mountain beach

safely out of catalogue, reach

The End all Road Trips must end with the knowledge of why reform once worked

(poor Former Sovs, wouldnt know the meaning of 'change' only Pieniążki

... And created  false notion of whom to be.. next, before understandin' whom their hosts once ..were...)

Anyway just in case i die today before i settle down fully forever into musing mode

 A few who do know me..

"nothing special about me i merely retained some good oldschool wisdom... Ralph the first a superb sceptical thinker taught me to not really trust any newfangled Pharisee

plus the fully mature wonderful mother hens

generally sorted out us wayward blokes  even then..age about sixteen"

 On my training course workshops the last year

random, free, just them and me

" shut  the fuck up...  

listen...

take brown boys, maybe 'Rotheram..'.. 

i know for a fact i cannot know the actual facts

maybe a  handful maybe a small town full.... 

of 'groomin' gangs...

I will NEVER know the data and the nurmerical numbers

nor will you...

but i know one fact.

Take any medium or even small town mainly 'white'.

The majority.

For several decades maybe more

skinny white ones... 

bit o' bumfluff, 

" here ... have a bag of good stuff.."

'Spice', then...

 

what was the one in Clun on despite her pretence it was mainly the bottle

I sat her down in the 2020 kitchen of the old bag

on her nag, on actual amphetamine

broke my heart

The "speed Queen" off to an artificial kick

start

https://illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com/

i never knew...

Her mate i had to ACTUALLY therapise

so the padocks were maybe safe for my girls  bright eyed.

Just keep it to Becky, nearly 50

Liver dyin' the data said.

" so before we get to what actual treatment or help,

 miracle if we can 

the whole stupid country self pity moanin' ... 

pretending to be spreadin'  "be kind" 

sprayed out of a can

as if automatic coverage 

a truly sick age..

None of them (who offered) ever turne dover to the next page

what ARE we going to DO

To assist her not dyin' so young, too...?"

Forget it..

 Anyway back to the pointAs the chronicles like divine comedy do relate

Data perfect whist rebuildin' her rotten gate. 

 Even her, Clun, smalltown sweet nowhere

Some bloke - wiry paleface 

"bag of this love.. get you nicely off yer face?"

Yet another  - makes no difference what sex.

Though it didnt happen 90s quite so equally

'groomed' lured 'coerced' into from what i understood from her hour after hour getting to the kitchen table truth

Really gets you into another 'headspace' ..irrational. lost, actual zombie

Where any old young fat or  or wired up wiry whitey

" no more cash.... need some more.... well, you wont even smell my unwashed for days.... 

open up up and a quickie pays..."

In other words, in fact maybe we need some other words

realtive being the only word that matters:

relative to proportion how many brown boys 'exchange'  

something for something

And what is 'force' when whitey dealer 

knows full well

she'll do anything for her mothers little 'healer'

in his bag

 

Another day. "racism" not a moment of doubt 70s  90s  The West Indians  fearin' the BNP clout

But i wonder what its really about?

That's gone as good as for now...

I'm not sure if its not now

'moneyism'

Generally speaking  brownboy  be he Rotheram or somewhere else

Seen as poorer sections of so called society

I know one fact: for ever young woman got the bad end of his deal

In whitey lands its ten  fold  times ten

times more horrid damage by sallow faced whitey 'skunk' dealin men

But Faggarge wins...

ignorance.. 

All i do know my elsves know 

"shut up with your opinion  mainly a bit warped by warped utterly ignorant media so called opinion...far far more whiite men harmed far far more white women even if its theioor parents fault .. not to make sure they know what its ALL about...  intelligently."  

its amazing how many times i hear " yes i agree i need to shut up you kinda got it bang on... i wish you could be mother hen"

But i am not stupid blokes have NO authority in any way for at least a dcades in these societies

Their made up 'strong men' 

And no one ever ever cared about a small minority who as they are 100% entitled to be, want to be 'women'...

(rest of that speech another day)

But its the preciousness

Even the hardnosed skunk sellers im quite sure use ' emotional intelligence' 

"i have empathy".. " oh you are an 'empath' so so fabulous

 ok a 10% discount on your bag of pills..

maybe you can hex [oops errata even they dont have any sense of wry humour left, so serious about their..product as a one way tiocket to eternity]

 me  free of my traumatic ills.." 

all of which  is going to be so hard to counter pendulum swing

Anyway all i care about is communicating some sanity, kindly gently..

but useful-authoratitively

Myself being part of the 'problem' importing a non first language mother tongue

Due my I dont even know what borders ARE ist 

way of being.

I know one thing above all which is 'shared lexicon' never mind  just shared meaning of many quite simple words.

A truly good example 20 years ago before it got even more BAbel with all the new lanyardist bluehair words like " empower" which i still dont know what it means as i knew many in fact most fine young women in even 1980... who gave as good as they got..

and thus most of us really did behave

And any 3 year old (officially the science says) knows what "fair" means and all wages, parliamentary numbers CEOS the lot should have been 'mandated' equal about 1978

alternate terms babe and bloke in charge

(factored for actually bein' woman, MAggie certainly was not but that would be something ist so... no system is perfect)

and leave aside maybe one percent (as the census of 2021 said) for the " i dont knows" .. say what you mean and mean what you say and society respects that if it is an actual fact...

Anyway  i belive ion more or less open borders... but am not so stupid i dont know that 90% dont and thus with nett [ i believe its nett] 500 thousand still incoming/ year i would lay a bet that Nigel will be the next  Small Swingin Dick with his German "bird" sat next when takin' tea with the Queen which really is the ultimate absurdist biscuit..

But keeping it simple...

 my faves the Former Soviets... as i discovered they also have on average such fantastic real learning within their usually finest minds...

Nevertheless likely wouldnt even understand that twenty years ago if one said " precious" ...all these new arrivals in places like HAy-on-Wye [especially] are" just so so precious.." 

(this  word does NOT mean egalitarian/ Green/ Internationalist/ Universal Humans Rightsist which anyone with a brain knew were good common sense 40 years ago)

Basically it would be as insulting as if one said to a finest patriotic Serb " your mother was stolen from a Croatian orphanage   and ... [fill in your own version of  white boys will be boys, and of course MUST be civilised far more urgently than any relatively well behaved brown men...who rarely drink either ] ..."

Its really about the very worse insult   " s/he is a bit precious'...  you can make about anyone ever...

As we all knew, then...but you wont even find in your advanced dictionary and certainly NEVER 'google translate'...

SO if i were a Former Sov i would only sleep with linguistically pretty superior, self taught, styill-love-learnin'  literary English men...