The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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My alibi is i was actually slaving away at the time irrespective of any elf and safety folk lore, in his actual heat stressing bleedineckerslike twill be a " sauna" tomorrow... at the residence of the bloke InCHARGE of regional lore .... and without any public liability ins either...
nor any moaning
Nahhh they won't theyll stick to disrespectful jokes about foreigners, as if "scum" Ayertellers arent people born into pure zen innocence, too...
Mind you ebb and flow Nige should get a bit of a roasting
righty ho the end times coming up soon
thing is i even had to consult at length one of the Rainbowman today.. all the right tattoos too.
Even if the fine yogamamma as they all do cocked her snoop
To my surprise he ( ultra yogan, all the'right' kinds of ashram arguments - those only the 'local yogis know, about which is the one ' true' yoga )... he actually said that comedy is indeed the only hope...didnt flinch when i said it starts with us
Good job i remembered that one, if an actual chronicle of the performative neuroses is to be put into the annals which is all i want to do, about lasterregion even if no point even nicely telling anyone that in any English region.... and as for the other bits, they never even learned to read...
Yes, so before every Tom Paul Sam and Harry comes along and anoints Haidt as the true prophet knowing the reason for the great infantalisischism...
(And i gave up flying airborne craft when digital became the 'thing' 27 years ago even if only because i actually loved the next generation and would put her first no matter what my sexy needs may be... - never trust the fuckers - quite interesting 'spoof' satellite data has been sending peeps into mountains of late even if it doesnt get into your news... even if its a bit more complex in that certain testing places in Youessay block the gps to try and figure out how to outblock the Ruskies, and good ole common sense mountain pilots of that region forgot, how to avoid the mountains, without their gizmos ...and merged withgthem into all of divine eternity
Never trust ANY fucker who is only digital i am not....
And never trust anyone in a van to be human... (he awoke at TEN this morn despite full sun and no materialistic product to keep the rays out of course they all must have now.... forgetting its products
Profligate use of
Why just maybe they'll do a prebathtime, Bath babe, too... rather wrinkly perhaps from a tad too long in one...
Anyway... now it seems pretty scienticfic that laptop on your lap or even unmediated antisocial deviced jambed in next to your balls, due the heat...
may cause FAR FAR less infertility than those cute little xonos...
which we never will understand cause and effect..over a 'lifetime' or at least the fertile part...
As as sure as ferrits are...
Anyway When the this lot..
arrived (i have so many unfinished half wit half rit knowings still to finish and my laptop desktop is ONLY yours even if the meanest reader ever...)
when they started to emigrate and its a free country and i would not begrudge one even a nice long walk in the countryside they say they are in divine harmonious spiritaul at oneness with all at once..
yet i never saw one go for an actual walk ..
And when i went back to the the ultimate (early adulthood) true earth mother of them all at last ... 2018 that astonishing year..
(gets a whole book one day) despite being a senior SRN many years at The Countess.... and a day spent around her kitchen table choking on her extremely strong spliff fumes...
" where is he.....? [ she only wanted to try and coerce me into being her customertoo"
" wanker.. what a creep.... he's gone off for a walk up the hill behind me... fookin ell .. what he wanna do that for..!!"
Despite her seeing me the nett product of nearly 150km on an old pushbike actually across the Eastern fringes of upsy downsy Snowdonia, on the officially hottest day of that red alert one day a year no waterbottle nor hat... to get to her...no matter what....
only curiosity ...
But i do think sadly that there wasn't only one cause and affect for dead patients at her work...
Anyway... now had they been able to remember a simple phrase that i am quite sure even Rachel Carson got into her 1962 "precautionary principle" ....but no, as soon as they began around 18 or 19 years ago whatever 'g' we were on then....
The 'elite' began to cause division with their " you arent as good as me as you have a mobile phone and the death rays they emanate are designed by the government or Mister GAtes.... to give you cancer, sterilise you...etc.... and also they make my inner frequency really sickly.."
TO BE CONT!!!
why didnt i know about THIS one... i mean save the best til last! for adhering to the first three commandments of the wandering poet.. attempting to write the worst poetry history never imagined could be - even worse than Vogon
Its even got an ace signal inside! when usually their waste of stone blocks it out ...
and I am finished off... just when i have the perfect one of a handful as never be seen the same place even twice in a week...
IN fact there is a deliberate error in the above in that its not so much the ones who perform 'Rainbow'
or I'm too-sexy-for-Glasto
(even if paid i would never go
i knew the madness of British crowds thirty or more years back )
Its the proto wicker basket tribe the already purified inside..
firstly by their aromoatherapy
then 'detox' compulsorily
(and one has to say even if i dont think she quite understood .. the evil BBC yes ok but one has to keep up with the zeitgeist and occasionally
yesterday for the second time in six months
one of the ones that tries to be facts based, based on checking them
" ehh.... these supplements .... sliced toast or bullshit..?"
Even if as usual they miss out the more crucial element being ANY expensive product .... i mean imagine what 'compromises' one of Mister Musk's harem must make ... so as to be able to afford the special Space dust
super musk....
being on the hamster wheel so as to even buy baby Muskrat a hamster always has a nett effect and its almost always negative on lifeyears...
no matter what liteyears
in the future, he's conned the whole world will be all splendid and
(i do occasionally speak with even rural younguns and its scary they manage to get his name into the third sentence always... nobody told them that money never ever ever makes you healthier deep down where it matters... nor more at peace or centred as there's always someone sniffing around even your own accountant....who just may be there only for the crumbs..or try and whip half the cake... or all of it if you are a really moronic dad of Withnail....
ohh yes i forgot then you can go around for the next few decades telling everyone about your evil accountant ran off with all your loot....
performing 'victim'...
Now i know, or knew, someone so so much more of a genius actress than any of his.... and i googled just a week ago " .. xx..' wondering if there may be an obituary...yet..
But then if you go through live living only on perfomative ... self pity.. and i wonder when i first realised and named the word 'fake'? if only my diaries of reflections went that far back...)
reality is i guess you dont have any friends left to stick it in...
prevailing in their hilltop 'sanctuary' or to be all in the Now
'retreat' - i bet theyve joined that bandwagon by now.
The ultimate even if they wouldn't know the word, all those mindfulness books and caca crap keeps them in workshop signage...
Hers " join me for a meditative meander of your Lowlander municipal park at a pound a footstep.."
Now....nobody else has managed to sneak under her skirts - changed thrice a day, the mediative garb for off to see her guruman...
Then there's lunch...
(even if merely KAren from Nottinum'....)
And then the afternoon wellies and go and eye up the slave costume....
As hubbie is too busy out in his great big performative sexy 'truck
Thing is incongruity can be one of the most sexy thrilling things....
oops how sad no morebatt
i wonder if she ever found my only once ever buy of wireless headphones in their much heap....
which were glued to this one....
Even MisterBaAtes couldnt come up with so much pathos in one workerdayman at his JOBs...
hubby ranting and fuming in his Rupert truck...
workerdayman " no she may be the most absurd creature to ever have monetised paganism in this place or any other....but at least she knows how to suck up to her slave and be on his side of the wall ...prick...as between us we have a time and motion system as to where the muckheap best belongs rather than your performative mansplaining it in your fancy loader all over the place ..... so i sit and watch him from my garrett window sweating just a little on the job you promised to do several years back... "
Now.... its all so much more interesting than may be assumed..
Especially the look she gave me sat at the fayre on Sunday....
So among the many Surrey boy nonsensicals (Suzi laughed at "Virginia Waters"...) whom i didn't understand in lasterregion as only a few of them would prance around Hay Square in ridiculously overpriced antique landrovers coercing the girls inside in plain view! with Pimm's....
As if Peter Yorke's Sloane Rangers had just indeed become the thing, 1980s... when a sane person merely laughed at them even then...
I wasn't to know that every would be 'explorer' who actually does call himself that on his radio 4 slot, mummy got him as she still has some old producers name in her London address book.... goes to the SW to practice... on,y a few who can't afford the Swesterprices made it over to The Marches anyway not quite as many hard drugs there...
When sadly mummy never told him, nor pater too busy off with nanny.. that real exploring happens when you dont want to as do the real discoveries that peeps like George Borrow made when you are just meandering unfortunately stuck on your home patch or territory or region...
So the explorer discovers previously hidden coefficients...
First encountered though at such infrequency one wasn't yet to explore ones way to the true discovery...
Of the coefficient of whenever a place very very openly brags of it being a lovely "community" theres a delightful standard not very community spirited behaviour of a solid humble workmans forever jungle grapevine way of getting his bacon...
being interfered with.
And yes HAy one first noticed this delightful habit of the (all incomer) natives... moved away 15 years ago into humble redneck potbellied sexist pig lands up in the hills behind Presteigne and nobody would dare dishonour a man and his humble workaday even if pathetic attempt to put vit'ls on his plate...
A mans or even hocus pocus saleswomans notice up in the community board which didnt go on about it being a lovely community to attract said saleswomen to buy a rotten cottage there that needed a lot of work behind the coat of paint... was a sacrosanct religious symbol: dont remove or cover it...
BUt no not in... 3 years ago Gweek (i have the photos but takes so much more battery to do it as i want..)
And of course not in thisterregion, either...
All coefficiates in a coefficient i alone have ventured into the interior to exp-lore and discover reality, that should be as seminal as Occam's razor....or some such reality check about how perverse you all are...
And it's guaranteed! Always... all sites where they get a mention in some regional mag as special " community", always an honest man's honest cap put out well and truly doffed to honestly cut their brambles or nettles (i would do for free as long as with a scythe but dont tell them) you get... defiled.... dishonoured...
there being no propriety behind the ...well any of it....all 100% fake
Anyway a real explorer also has famine and fuck me real country places they never stopped calling with heavy rains as per this years all March and Feb..and now three months of hardly any they dont call any more either...
And i do have the ULTIMATE venerable Lady Mistress of famously no muckin' around with her! who did enjoy to see me no top scything her lawns a month back... (due her 'back' - theyre all ILL as well!!)
As referee; and then there is the one whom well he's the only one who isn't weather fussy..ironic really. I am sworn to silence. But his letterhead would terrify most.....
Nope no hope unless you are young Rupert's drinking mate i guess.... Britain never really changed all that does is the lies they tell themselves about alcohol not pickling your brain and making you behave far older than you are when you're not really that old...
And they fear you even more for that - bouncing even all the way through merely Mediterranean heat... god the looks you get!
Anyway...i FOUND IT ... as i told her on the hill...
HE may well be a sort of hero but it seems that 1954 he almost alone started it.
That ended up in The Source ....and all their 'awake' and 'aware' nonsense when all theyre aware of is 'chem trails' which give them the excuse of never bothering to even ponder how to be the 'chosen ones' to message out about the dog tick powderers that i likely even drank this aft...
cos its all some higher power that... their 'aware' of yet because theyre 'aware' they dont even need to bother writing a letter to as magyc will make it all ok when all the 'aware' ones find each other as is....
not written in his great other books
flippin eck values consistency.... no hope if he started it...
now i have no idea why other than to irritate those whom no longer nosily click on my vidlets...
when they see the ones missed out this far - so many... are far more popular as theyre the good ones..
Oggle "best song about the odyssey" and this version of Pocahuntis or is it the Lion King comes up - which is even worse for an unborn foetus than your Eastendersitis.... ... and IT, even tells you why...
... Now, tisn't really my chosen vibe to use that now default worst word ever even than Lion Kingery....
when in the year of the LION was eaten alive by real life and god (ohh my god what i saw at the altar thisteraft theres no hope.... a supposed hippie man must gesticulate too even if the pantry was bare as his chest..)....
gave us at least a half bouncy song with which to bounce out in that more than best year ever equal only with that sweltering 76 when Margret knew....who was reading his Gerald in the long grass by hers...as she got down to her underwear.... .. half hid.... and she knew, someone knew, the schedule of when....she also put out her knicks and tights to blow in the balmy breeze....and set forth this, insanity thats stayed for life when it comes to hot weather and what its really FOR...as lovely MArgret knew so full well.....
as do all country boys with nothing else to do....
and she let me...be a boy...'growing' up
(her husband stolen some years on by the vilest hag ever the once Mrs Lennon babe who spent the rest of her life attempting to coin it in after a mere couple of years likely being lied to and cheated on... too....)
and now thisterone...
So whether or not its exactly at the root of all story ...
yes back to 2020 the year of only solar energy for 100 unbroken days from mid march that glorious year of making more new friends sort of than in the last twenty years put together....as they had TIME to stop and talk, real things...in real desrted lanes ....nothing else to hurry around and DO
Yes...anti madness strategies....well i know one that 'works' which long ago i only partly adopted some of the time because never mind trusting no so called doctor of anything especially your mental health...or Vudu sales operation selling the most special supplements and all that theyre ALL hooked on... that arent called supplements but gojii berries - the special ones that only grown on the port side of Bransons yacht parked in ST Barths... ...oops hes been deplatformed too... due associations...
or even drinking your own gojii berry flavoured piss as the key to eternal yoof..
which never works
(why they never DO anything to work on saving the watercourses as the money required to live such a ridiculously unhealed life that way means theyve that ultimate excuse.... )
pretend.... its all just an Odyssey... and sometimes (not trusting even myself therein lies sanity even if it does work long ago i knew) ...well just see every day and every character as someone out of that particular not brilliant book...
and its the motion to get from one dull fake Cyclops to the next.. thats the real cure to all maladies..
It does work....
And i have had my official 'narators' i have told them to their faces firstly didgy chret Greg and then Suzi took over the role , or was told thats who she was - in other words not a player nor anyone who does anything, just another people pleaser who...
well she does bear a kind of 'witness' - i tell her all in my story telling sessions every few weeks...
and.. the toughest old boot of them all a Surrey born Sargeant Majors self confessed very very princessy only child...
THE hardest creature on the planet to make laugh...
i do every time, a lot....
which is NOT me... its called work to attempt to get her to pull her fuckin finger out and do what SHE has said for 5+ years SHE intends to do...also make good culture on all of your madness...and she has cash and contacts...
but SM sired Surrey lasses....dont know how to
share
Anyway Odyssean transfer therapy works and is quite good fun when sometimes i decide to let go back into that mindset...
Not that i need therapy or ever did the hills do that for you...
Bit quite seriously..
There is so much quite interesting recentish sort of work on the mind (none of which can ever go all the way as to quote the hilarious farmer i was riffing with today and his pukka funny rude irreverent wife lost with him in their genuinely old genuinely NECESSARY old landrover... " all the gear no idea.." after we extemporise half an hpour on " god round here they want to see your chainsaw certificate just to weed their garden which is what gardening ..is.."
I was very ioimpressed " all that safety gear and training entirely fails..."
" yes i was born with one in my mouth but far prefer a nice quit manual bowasaw but yes alone in the hills so many years no one to heal you if you accidently cut off your own leg theyre all run away to be closer to healers and..HArveys Knicks... you this learn to dance the true Zorba dance of every footfall must be precise and you must be spatially aware - eyes back of head or a memory of all obstacles noticed in the first quick scan.... of the twig behind that you may step on and it may twang into your eye thus dropping said blade onto a foot...or where a wasps nest could be hiding of even her hornets......and i never wear anything to work in the summer it only interferes wiith that solo human dance rhythm pure body human against the fallen trees...to stay safe and alive ...whatever..."
Anyway i wish i knew - theyre all too sulky ever to actually engage, or have the manners to answer genuine polite questioning about their culture and not what Eckheart says matters.... if the Former Sovs had the tradition of the road-trip song...
As 'home' and 'belonging' are absurdities ...
As is calling onesself a 'nomad' even if none are in the SW as they all fake it when theyve a perfectly ordinary house somewhere but liked the bumper sticker..
And none would understand, that the really best of all 'therapy' that shouldn't be parenthesised as it simply is a mode of existence that you dont want dont seek and are embarrassed even suggesting is your mode via absurdist video clips....
is that living on the cliff edge no parachute and usually a plan so as to just maybe eat the next week...
but you spin off and just one more time do whats the 'right' thing to do if you do it only cos you 'can'... but in fact can't really as there's no way it will work... as nobody has any imagination beyond their fake bumper plastic...
But the funny thing is it does....work.... even when the last thing you should be doing as you have basic survival stuff to do....it does at least 'awaken' you up in that selkie assistance kind of mode...
where they say "were not helping..... you can pretend we may all you like... even if the little secret is THAT is the key to it all, merely.... not having any real idea who is in charge and merely DOing it even if it causes 'suffering' in reality the very opposite happens even if one never admits it to onesself as that doesnt fit in with their coffee table book version of the perfect 'peaceful' existence...REAl peace comes from .. the opposite.... i know its been my gig much of the time from 15 years of also having LOADS of nature resty time... which is what you need to rev up and do stuff that you dont want to do and may not even BE you.... but just the attempting of it guaranteed to fail...is all the 'therapy' and even mediation that we need...
I never knew 'twas them Brontes..whom i bet faked ittoo all that so called 'Moor' 'walking'(who certainly don't warrant me wasting my time pasting a couple of dots into this to honour their name, even if... - chuck em in the river and Stendhal will make up for all the hysteria they made up.... never mind Muzzz Sagan ten times better on so called 'love'...... even younger
Which was always the problem with those North Americans, i mean i would have derided and made snide Gwerkian comments about compulsory cowboy hats in even twenty five never mind thirty five degrees...
Why didn't they
write songs about their really rather superb literature if the recent BBC adaptation got it right in The Virginian...
What a truly energising one - she rightly wouldn't let him into her waggon until she had TAMED him....via getting the poor man hooked on literature, and 'CHANGING' him forever .....so that he would live up to her supreme standards.. indeed maybe the best book ever as she knew he had to go off humping cattle some of the time which is good for you, and wiping off the shit from his boots and forrid, and hat too no doubt they were all such wimps, and being an intellectual on alternate days when she deigned to allow him to read around her....
These days someone would be in the dock for coercive cow shit disordering him around...
ooh thats VERY good you see i have no plan ever i just open up the keys and in fact plan something sane and nice and very Alain DeBottite about " the facts are everyone is going mad .. doubling ever decade at least..... despite my SEVENTY books we have corporately writ so as to heal them.. with my perfect wellness and 'work' strategies ..." unable to think that Einstein had something to say about the definition OF madness...
Now a truly splendid EXTREMELY back foot humbly put anti-madness strategy even through the worst of times for at least five years which is how long true grief takes to sort of go onto the back foot, is my patent copyright unmarked trade - personally, and for no cash, except oner very tragically awry chappie... who in fact i should bill as for his circa £500 or 600 indeed i did at least 200 hrs this early spring TELLING HIM THE STORY.. so so thoroughly and carefully (with so much mental diversion into all sorts of historical aspects i had to mull over for many hillwalking hours.... via his stupid made-him-madphone.... . that of his own, alleged, seed.... at minimum wage thats three thoudand quid he owes me 2000 call it quits...
As nobody EVER in this lost bank of dodgy DNA can EVER EVER follow through with anything (she seemed to know what 'people pleasing' meant up there by the hill...)
Anyway ... no battery to even slightly sanely jot this but maybe 15ish years ago i mulled upon the words of a bard who quite rightly ...ops that wasnt til 2016 got his Nobel and was so rude and Farragian arrogant pompous twat he wouldnt even go and pick up his prize so made a video of his speech... " Homer set the template to all modern story which in turn is all of live... " Yanks arent smart enough to simplify it into " some say we are Homo Narrans.." which is only part true...
meme / culture and the construct which is techinically 'story' is so much more.. tis gesture tis body language tis everything even mum screaming at East Enders on the telly when one is peri-human or still in the bunny oven...
causes you to pop out a bit anxious which then remains ones internal setting for life....
We are homo notices everything even if most dont pay attention... and then even more corrupt and deceive via propaganda, especially if 'mindfulness' or 'spiritual' 'facilitators', all of which HAS been around for nearly 175 years [based on the original mumbo jumbo of chats with your dead dad cross my palm with silver.... the history of their con is so interesting....
or something like that...
and yes did lead to their Source Central river Dart (photod here a few mths ago - playfully not identified) being so toxically evil that all the crystals and broomsticks in Totty Central put together couldnt even magyc a puddle of it fairly clean..
But then they dont notice as theyre all so busy attending witchy/healing'meditation club where they say all is so so frequency vibrationally ... awaiting the right energetic ley lines before they will maximally be at peak soulpower..
next week. Rather than go to the planning meetings or emotionally blackmailing (or if you are rich you say 'leveraging' your MP by suggesting his liason with the girl-boy in bluehair behind the solar powered bike sheds... may not go down to well with the Missus back home... or in Totty's case back in the monastery having taken her born again virgin vows...
and then you get a whole generation of the worst scientists ever polluting the lanyardists instruction book with the worst science ever still..
i know science Oggle " why are the twin studies considered flawed.." I knew several decades ago .. that any scientist who said mental elf is herredetary is indeed an accessory to a crime - that of either being hubrisy or making up a whole generation of pumped up science based on expectation... of a gong and another grant..
they can call 'confirmation bias' all they want the last 15 years but its just the same as " didnt do their job propper.."
anyway ... i have no idea why but some things sort of live here
official business business even if everyone went wet blanket and now its " ohh hand me a wet blanket i cant take another minute of this.."
wow a full battery scheduled for tomorrow in the sauna... (i have him wellish trained.. nice man)
Anyway
The thing...well firstly is never use any screen after teatime or ideally not after lunchtime - in a proactive mode i.e. typing or using words in any way other than to QUICKLY dial in one movie or maybe podacast name or rather turn on the wirless.... ohh yes they STOLE longwave too... i lived years without even FM...and thus made my own mental pictures to go with you all....only interact with the wordy bit of thye screen in the morning ideally 6am every day for a few hours and then spend all day with the sunshine easing the bad energy out of you all screen work ALWAYS inculcates and the definition of sexism is that Dr Susan Greenfield said exactly that regarding ALL small screens 27 years ago.... "small screens they always all make you feel shit...always... no matter who has texted you out of the blue... well maybe with one exception..." It is extraordinary the effect it has on sleep - no screen interaction from lunchtime .. head on pillow at 8pm thinking " put Brett on and leave it on under the pillow ...i must try and follow Brett as at least despite neurosis he has some occasional inside rail on the megalithic blue whale of industrial medicine and how it doesnt like you very much.... as an actual evolutionary biologist even if far less good than he hubrises out into their pod...as does she..." and guaranteed to be gone by 20:05 even if i want to stay awake and listen in...
so yes your shrink or expensive wellness guide wont tell you that as she wants you to be up at night emailing her at ten bucks a minute... or somehow otherwise extending her ponzi scheme (that was started by thoise Beatles' gurus, ehh... the likes of Watts Alan who just wanted to buy Notty Hill Totty a posh drink to join him as he killed himself with booze... Eckheart ohh yes the recently defrocked Deepak... and the famous Paul of Wye-sidesville he didnt care to DO anything about being THE number one environemntal scientist AND spiritual guru of that region from about 30 years ago.... and then the babes decided to outdo them at their own game... bigtime....indeed i would guess there are more 'facilitators' than ordinary second home owners / neurotic ex towny incomers, in The MArches by now....
not including the very expensive dog homeopatheress who set up a decade back....
no interaction with screens after lunch
walk or even swim in the rivers before they called it 'wild' swimming as county folk have been doing since the dawn of time...
... unless one is in such a battery pickle (yet another people pleaser) that there is only half an hour and may as well use it up as it loses 50% of half an hour even when turned off over night....
And my only regret is i just cant operate at all for months as i operate at 6am peak speedtyping and peak wistful meandering along the word highway all my OWN work indeed i lie im not intelligent enough to write engagingly but the selkies help ....when if they REALLY had a brain they would help by providing a babe with a socket ....first!
so then i can write up the juicy engaging stuff they have filed away upstairs for years....
(they don't realise that, as they are a couple, in their only other van roaming the region between jobs, of course they are left alone and nobody notices THEM......)
But how sad i thoiught they were pukka earthy: immediate unthinking response... to my " i had a lavely nap up in the cool yesteraft.."
" ewww... the ticks will ..."
Now... one could say what a metaphor for everything else, but the ticks of the whole polluted Peninsula are as born again virgin and really rather neurotic as many inhabitants, in that they NEVER go all the way... ever
never has one gone and got into the proper hairy bits... they are fakes, frauds and indeed people pleasing showoffs, never meaning it...
Never...
Even the ticks they play at being 'adventurer' "LOOK AT ME..i got you!!" often two or three a day..... . they only ever dig in at more or less hairless places on the body - thighs... even lower leg....
where they are extremely easy and fun to tease off...
Lowland wimp ticks..... unlike propper Uplander or even Mid-lander ones which get in there and have real hairy fun...
Now herein is THE REAL stuff on the environment nobody else dare actually say - i know as i have lived in it 30 years and wasted 25 years on the 'cause' of how to protect it....
(even if Little Miss Bonjour wouldn't have a hope of knowing whom her dad should have taken up with asthe older ones who have a bit of passion for a 'cause' are in fact the ones who stay sexy... for real, and that doesn't mean donning the ugly yellow jackets ..real causes are done naked, no one watching your back, and dangerously close to the edge .... especially when one also has duel purpose.....
there should always be duelism... as all the ridiculous fatty McGilchrists and whoever else is in the duality or not charts....
real duellism can only ever be for one reason...
and real opponents in the beautiful battle should also be the only conceivable way we can win...
and if one is rather good on why youre rivers are all dead and her kids whether extant or not may not even be able to futurebreed....
....once more, for that Road...
Thing is...i really really shouldn't... by every rational measure..
Every weighed up pro, and con....
But i know when i meet one, whom isn't...
Unlike. now.... even if i haven't had the time too many photons to enjoy and not trouble the atmos off to supposedly sunnier climes.. it having been possible to get a jolly good healthy tan here always if one plans ahead
I'm no nestbeshy i have for years meandered and engaged with the mums even some dads...
"start her on this.... before fake Morpurgo times....when writers were real - secondery to their lovely tales..... and had real love between their words..."
And i don't ever waste money buying them....well i did last summer.... and therein lies the tale of why even her lovely daughter will end up mad and on smack or whetever the next designer cure to....mum, is...
All the above for 3 years is mere prologue...
time for real story, soon even if i do write it daily but cant 'process' it or even stick up a few paras due...
the time wasters and the fakes whom never ever ever ever follow through even with great conversation...
all they can manage, a one off....
And then i guess the realise oops .. that means i should 'take part'.....
But then i knew that a decade or more ago and merely seek to nudge them to the books that may cement their leaden wellies into realising if you dont....
all the rest do is pose around MID summertoo in their Hunters which are extremely bad for the environment...molten rubber all over the road...
never mind them being unrecyclable...
Anyway my only regret is that i have thousands of small fill in bits of video and photo that i have to skip over barefoot as that would take a plug at dawn for weeks to catch up..
And i don't like the word 'impossible' ....but
seems so
for three years in the meanest region of the whole world by far i have ever had the displeasure of meanderin'...
But thats ok, it makes it even more poignant and life affirming, my end...
(as i told the GREAT reader, but as i am deliberately playfully obtuse, to just MAYbe engage one ... as a work of three dull years of performance arteFACT....just how utterly scaredy cat you all are especially if runaway down 'South'... "all is in his great book.... but then he didn't have a child to give his life 'meaning' why he was happy with the chopper...." except i wouldnt be rude enough to have used the second part of the sentence as she was truly splendid .... didnt mind life saving sunglasses advice.... )
Anyway i consider myself only 100% plain, normal and absolutely bang on still on what was bang on then..
" if only people realised... she was EIGHTfuckinteen...and wrote in 1954 a book that no eighty year old uptight stupid English lit professor or user could have even written in her hayday of actually having an ok foreign luvva... auch absurd maturity indeed the whole thing not taking ANY relationship stuff too seriously and knowing whom she loved... and even using him to Driss her dad into causing his next lover she disapproved of into going around the bend.... too fast, and unable to stop the death swerve which may have killed her...or maybe she chose to be killed by it.... i mean you could stick Virginia Wolf ... and all the other sexually hunghup uptightists (BUT NOT Wendy Perriam who proves that its not 'innate') in a blender and not even a whole monetised vat of them put togerther could have the truly nourishing plenitude and how to LIVEitude...of the eighteen year old Frog.... WHY we needed to remain brotherly sisterly...but not in any pervy Byronic manner...."..
Even if as a pacifist (unlike very lost Sam - even Dawkins calls 'worlds greatest head man, a case study in why no like she agreed no hope! unless... but i think she alone got it!, Sam who forgets his other commercial arm which is conning you he is ultra smiley 'Buddhist' mediational guru at ten cents a paragraph..every time he speaks and even richer from that con) it must be using balls with his fat bimbo orange tinted face on it and making us LAUGH!
Even the actual Lord of darkness who's lifetime gig is making up untrue stories against the second coming of it all...
The last great white bearded bike riding 'hope' .. said in his only ever interview " i was there in the room when the Big O called to say Hi to his new combatant and... he started to go on about windmills...and then dead birds and foxes eating them and getting so fat none of the poor Scotts could recognise them any more...he just went on and on and ferk me old smarmy Starmy who may well have faked being Helen Steels brief, hope... he was a genius not to piddle in his boxers it was so ridiculously funny... as he the Big O must have known...nobody not even someone under the care of a British shrink could be THAT mad..."
SO yes Bosnia i believe have the world stage ... the whole world is wating for them to DO something....
If i were their PR advisor i would say " DO THE OPPOSITE.. to what you know is the only just next step... dribbling the ridiculous bit of leather into a home one or not..... "
...at last we have our Suskind moment every single human smells the bad smell... and is watching on their silly boxes, except me....
And it's time the so called QAnon shamaniac were shown up as being very bad for tourism...
Now..if i die of a heart attack at such truly lovely conversation with a Brit...
This wasn't meant to have happened, i love being 100% right, always...
I better get this up which is about ten years in the Socratic dialoguing face to face...
But today launched - indeed inspired even if it will shipwreck me, as if Helen of Troy herself had been an actual beauty instead of fake - outside, and IN.... as there is only the within... all the rest just for show. ( said yestereve and i NEVER stay out into early eve... ever..."even radio QAnon got it into the 6am show this morn how 'fast fashion is fast overtaking aviation for worldwide back-to-the stoneage [ when, fair dinkum, it was a LOT warmer and i wish they would shut up as xenobiotics see asilpyg.substack.com are in fact far more serious.... fertility falling across the board etc.. and they wont have a pill for THAT! thats a rather good double.... as well as double the amount of slimmer fish in the watercourses when it goes out of patent....errata the fishies aint got a hope!)]..."
anyway i am never ever again ever going to use the words 'man' and woman' now i managed at last to get into the face of a fine thoughtful one of the latter how sexual politics has utterly ruined BRITISH environmentalism...
as of a decade ago...we saw...
and as for their absurd "feminine" coined only to monetise, nothing.... ever said thats ever sane.......
FRee substack audio even if the babes of The Stack charge for their dire (excepting Ms HAider) output...
"only women have the 'voice' "; even if their so called sisters voice something counterfactual, so as to keep only themselves in the shabbiest bits of coin
Now... here is THE thing.... if one is a neuman ... i certainly aint going to say "cis" or whatever dumb word they prefix the word that AMERICAN christian professors popularised BECAUSE they were so mad and mentally beyond illness that they got all shaky having to use the word 'sex' in their lecture theatres....
with 100% total respect for the 0. whatever small percent it is who are born with both glands... or some variant of, not full pack...
But not that kind of 'gender' politics' ..
nope years ago a wish to attack ones OWN side baSED ON WHATS IN HIS PANTS... (accidental cap no time to decap)
IS what destroyed environmentalism and why there are hardly any frogs left anywhere...
and most of the 'differences' are a cultural construct which is as strong a force as their chubby pills arent...
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Anyway the thing... now as a neutral human able to turn his hand and mind to any role, when one is for sixteen years on permanent standby so as to chuck a liferaft to ones only blood, out at sea...
for months at a time, daily...
no matter what
And a finest ever calling despite the phone blocks and no one ever calling
(i mean how on earth is even the finest minded woman ever off her nana boat to be truly esteemed in this wonky language! - ONE OF MY THREE YEAR EXTRA DIMENSIONS OFTEN WITHIN THIS TEXT, RANDOM DESCRIPTION OF WHY THERE'S NO lINGUA fRANCA AND WHAT LACK OF ESTEEM REALLY CAN DO...)
(accidental cap no time to decap - saved time there by copy pasting!)
aNYWAY I ALMOST ALWAYS, ERRATA ALWAYS, WIND DOWN 8pmISH .
Ditto)... in Wintering time even sixish... and very very breezily 'study'...
oops getting a bit hurried and gobbledygook...so so much to fit in, all in my head the sequence for at least 9 mths but no power
Anyway.. imaginary sex differences... i wish they would have shut up decades ago i mean one of the worst ever Chief Exec daddy's girlboss owners 16th richest in the land, polluters, was Mrs Plastic Fun, herself...
i know as she owned the quite unnecessary private Piper Chieftain aircraft i flew to Poland 28 years ago...even that was a necessary usage, in that the Yanks said " no new accurate maps so we know where to put our tanks n bombs... ..... no joineee EU.... " and thus the CIA paid her very well, pretending it was the EU cash, to send me there with a very expensive big camera in the back...
And its not the hydrocarbons or even waste of money on fake sex... indeed i would draw a line from her vile empire to 'normalising' things such that THE number one issue none of them have the balls to talk about is "how on earth do we get our lads... off the porn?" the worst of all terrible pollutants.. after her fake sex goods that do no real human any real good....ever....
Anyway .... if one values ones child i always or most evenings 7ish (without looking at the screen as that damages sleep) dial in to one or other of the worldwide voces who really do have fullest authority...and doze off to them.
(all this "you are all fed different crap by a different algorithm" is utter crap, except for the fact its all crap.. in that you can just start with a fresh Oggle account and no fattening cookies every other week if you want and you will all be fed the same table of authoritarians who have gamed the SEO.. listen to a Sam, and you end up also being nudged to a Meghan - Daum, then a Sarah H ...etc etc.... the supposed 'iconoclasts' are all the same in one big jumbled up bowl of similar coloured cherries. they got the book contracts and get a bit of SEO traction blahh blahh and i have trudged through many and listened to many younger voices in person and they also end watching the same once-writers .... in short even if she is so 'online' she can't think for HERself or say much that is original, you can use Meghan as slave, as once proper thoughtful 'liberal' journalist and writer even if clearly that was all a ruse... as she meanders through all the other so called voices and brings the leaders of the pack....all of whom are awful...except sarah Haider superpak, and her junior, Colman H....... but i do know who has the top table at the 'public conversation'...and its actually REALLY interesting though extremely badly informed and just wrong how the last year or so some of the real 'thought leaders' are viciously turning against their sisters....
(and everyone was silent as soon as Englishmanchild, Mister David Fuller or Rebel Wisdom decided to retire at the "top of our game" cos nobody had ever been playing his game anywhay and the lifecoaching retreats didnt quite work out as boasted of... as he had nothing to say except "my bumfluffy nice-man, chummychap, guru hotyogan manbeard looks nice with this camera angle.."
THis one, Hannah, really makes me laugh she is so determined to rank em all Myra Hindleys to be...
Pathologically
But she really does have POWER!!! NOW Power...she has bigtime traction...if i were a woman i would start to speak out NOW... before your children or next boyfriend stumble upon her! Attack...but mean it, nicely... the best form of defence as she has caught hold of that pendulum and hurled it back [our way] as if she's .... well she must have some love trauma in her as only a jiltee can be quite so firece!
But the publishers will love her even if most of their gatekeepers are (f).....
Hannah
If we want to actually treat the pathological female, therapy must stop measuring just "inner suffering" and start enforcing social functioning. [ even if word salad, for, smack their bums VERY very very hard for the pandemicitis of false allegations]
Anyway i am a re3diculous utopian who believes that the pendulum can do better than just endlessly swinging and this could be....
all that 'momentum' force COULD be made useful use of...
if there were just ONE great rhetorician who believed rightly in herself...
and i know what speeches they need to make as ive been rehearsing them from both sides, with only one side, face to face, for ten years....
I know what 'works' what 'lands' and what even makes superbeauties.... speak for a fair while with me in a square yestereve when i am the ugliest old tramp by far in sight....
anyway to be continued, as i have to admit i am exhausted from just one, actually having a follow up 'question' to a point all shared only for her... as nicely as possible...
I only want the best for the occasional one like her i meet, and for me, or at least 'mine': for her to have her rightful throne and be at least a bit in charge...
Ahahhh i have to get that book out....
Animals....
But it hurts as there is a story connected with it from just a year ago.... i never buy any books...but i did that one. For the perfect young girl potential reader...
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