well this time the absurd little

 anglophilic " document" is just p'raps

'propriate

so tis time to document

especially as the ultimate bridging, worked...

i have in Memsaab's hand

"palindrome"

 I may not like big words when the only one i ever knew, and can't forget, Hannah will do, but what an absurd one.

" what is one of them please... ? i just overheard you saying"

" children tell the nice man what it is..."

what a superb mum and banker.

Fast forward through " what an absurd coincidence they should charge you a  magyc premium here on top of the likely credit default swap you will need to barter for your did dins.... it keeps happening ... i was last evening just pulling out my last hair trying to remember that word one hardly ever hears for a rfare early evening jotting... and here i am wandering down the street back off the hills ... and i hear it.... i wasn't 100% sure... but now your fine  little ones have confirmed it...

"meanwhile so you are leaving... do... due matters 2006 i can speak teacher, and know what is in the files on  your headmistresses' desk.... carnage.. only... and loads of BPD though they are still in ADHD neurowhatnot and all that stuff... even if clearly for some yerars theres a bit of a non sequitur and dichotmous made up cultural construct to rather a lot of it..

 " anyway forget all that yes the BPD and disastrous parenting.... Sharon the many year 'excluded child' freelance worker told me two years ago she can no longer cope and she's a tough Northern vanwoman and i have film of her saying so...it exploded around 2022... .in fact the interesting film is you can see her arriving at the coast in her old red banger - a rare non chavvy quiet bit of that pestilent pollutifact.. and a week later she is transformed back to vaguely human..it was killing her literally....  

"if you have the smallest doubt about chucking your 15 year career in state secondary .. well ok you dont, i believe YOU at last  some clear communicatorix!  but if you wish to continue working with kids.. go and do so in Europe.... "

"no i know... i can't go back, there is as you say absolutely no point .maybe yes Europe we shall see "

There is sanity! Martyrdom is sometimes a waste of time....

Anyway this very strange shift in the syncredentials...  I've noticed!

All it says ever is that there is no hurry to finish off several still posts in progress and in fact i need one perfect page of Sylvian prose to do her justice.. and yes shall take my time.

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/08/and-thenback-to-him-and-real-night.html

And then...back to him and a REAL 'night flight'

NOT READY TIL LATER

 

not even half finished, even monkeys need a good long walk 

simply the most romantic almost Byronic night flight ever

like Louise always said

to me...and the look on her face needed no words or silly dance to express

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

her - Justine and CO its the 'co' that matters all her co that she of course became goddess of.. without ever DOing anything to stop the pollution in the FIRST place..i tried..

from twenty years ago...

 later even if this is all its REALLY about

all of it (from about 3 or 4 years ago in the other site) 

all. their lies..it was NOT the chicken sheds  - the greens failed to ever go and complain about at planning meetings  - 2010 - 15ish..

nope already before then the domestic xenobiotics from inadequate yuppy barn sewerage systems were already ruining my daughter's ...RIVER...she learned to swim and be a real mermaid in

and i never ever ever forget who is to...blame...for what matters

but she and co are staying on my desktop as reminder....

soon

+++++++++++

he is a visual memo to send another missive to her granddaughter advising just how much of a con artist she was so don't waste time even going to her funeral if she has one....

and proof that modern remakes can be rather good even if far too nihilistic 

now who the heck is that??! either Simone.. De Bee....or... it can't be Collette surely?

Edith Wharton?

one of them i left as a reminder for some spattery in essay form but i can't remember witch...yet

And i wouldn't know how to 'reverse image' match as it is always cheating

And her...on desktop so long. It must be a snap from 2020. The 'famous' lovely plenishy outdoor book area at Hay-on-Wye...PR snap.

Where anyone who may even enjoy a Mills and Boon, knows that you won't even find one of them, there... a sop, good for nowt but toilet paper. Every one some out of date book of actuary tables in Mongolia 1963. Or a book about lovely places where such lovely nice people won't sell you drugs from their horseboats in Gweek... the 1983 edition. 

Anyway still daily i pass on THE Information

  these cuties 

 see i shall even rarely bother to ' copyright Mossy Crow inc  even if they have no manners' 

Even if like all vile ex  seasterners ...users...they just used the gorgeous Serban sexy nose .

in their pr

cos its exotic and a bit witchy... her nose

looks good on their PR

why of course they love her around... as performer . them being too unexotic themselves

so they need a caged monkey

as the English always have for centuries.. but those encaged always die earlier than they should.. so ...

but they know that

  yes that book or all three indeed true greatest art and philosophy in one and the pics have been on desktop for a month at least

to remind me to email in to Mossy HQ  and say do get on to the useless weird local library system who refuse to carry you - even if many a time i told them why nearly a year ago

and for me to bold cap underline the one word that matters.  after all without it those barbies may have spread their vile plastic tits all over the place...

 but true genius still make sone laugh

when none of their 'green' shockjock material ever could, why they always failed

oops they did ...win out even in France where one thought they may have known how to be the ...resistance

And this a question, does she need a kick up the bum somehow? as i think she is rather good

in fact i hadnt noticed until just now

leaving her calm one on desktop and this one

to remind myself to use him as an example (except his  wind and sands book which has two wise paragraphs only otherwise a bit of a fly-boy fake) of the rubbish that they vanity-piece-perform by default

and something else, next on SAint Ex...

Now....

 my  only problem is - long long ago accepting nobody else 'bridges' even if of course a 'false flag' operation - otherwise known as the worst conceivable kind of 'people pleasing',  really doers hurt...

That i know what's in about ten audios made over the last few months - rambling landloping waffling and there is splendid content within, I REMEMBER what it is ... but i can't quite recall which ones got here, yet...

And as you don't have 'second sight' either as all the tragic shamanaians  (the very worst case on The Roseland, so Gweek isn't as centre of things as it assumes)

you won't be able to make sense of me hardly being able to make sense as i can't quite recall what is here..yet

(ohh yes last post  - or rather as all 'blogging' is absurd this merely daily riff because i can

And the extraordinary thing is that i couldn't... and then the worst happens over a long long time and if you just stick in there...for years...amazing Fantasticisms happen..

Anyway a load, as in at least 10,000 aides memoirs snapped over a decade, they annoy me when i put a snap out of the so many folders crfammed full of them,  on my lappydesktop and a few months later i haven't got to them in the ...SEQUENCE ... and forget quite why at the time they were so so profoundly poignant it's daft...

And for a hobo i am extremely tidy and love only an utterly clean desktop so as to tomorrow start annew which is THE golden rule for kids, only tomorrow matters..or what next, not the 'now' so much.

Ok loads of nowtoo but blahh blahh...

but these are standard and obvious:

The Lowland butterfly although every other word out of even tragically her mouth is 

 anything more than a few hours and they get itchy i guess... which is why ..

ohh yes lasterpost or one in the last 24 hrs, fundamentally only a small group over several YEARS working with great fellowship, can ever really stop the shit flowing into said, hercreek...

and butterflies aren't too good at sticking to one long boring job.

And reconnection seems always impossible as if it's against some fundamental rule of how to be 'cool'

well you get what you wish for:

a few more degrees. 

and then my ohh my the best spots (atop the hills slightly yonder just love to boss you about - indeed that's the truly fascinating poetical thing of Dooneshire, a bit richer than PAstyshire, just how many plasticated notices there are all over - clearly the mnost enjoyed habitat of the incame, here... plasticate anything you can 

and as poshly as possible 

as soon as the smallest little bit of new data comes along such as a dog has dug a hole in the common my ohh my the new smart arse signage, perfectly plasticated, i had no idea !!

(this is why 2020 was quite so severe)

anyway theyre gone... off my nice clean desktop

there's nothing else to do than this...

and this hasn't started yet...

hmm what one photo sums up the truly gorgeous not-quite-itis of the region?

Maybe the one at Goosebarn  'community' goody goody vegan organic cliquey centre  (i bet they get public cash - they all do somehow thats all they're good at even if nowadays it's as covert an op as if tghe CIA wre in charge.... you never really know....) and the actual litter littered all around their 'recycling' bins.. i mean large tailor made almost hand carved ones (so as to perform ultra smuggit..) 

Exactly, petards hoisted upon if anyone just newly arrives here nope bugger off back a few years ago

 where there is an essay, first draft

and fabulous chronicle / interview

Living at the outbreak of  Russia illegally invading  Ukraine,  even if arguably USA had softly invaded Ukraine on the qt some years before,  then

accidentally go and interview a chap the very next day who was THE number one bullneck old bore of the whole (former) region...

making a real mess of the countryside with his hoarded motors all over the pace..

anyway... " as you know im a real head case..[actual time in a Birmingham gaol for something violent in the past - the come-and-buy-a-paradise-home-by-Presteigne articles dont tell you about him.... many years there ].... loads of Rambo Mad Max mates and many years i ran businesses in Russia and even Ukraine... tough guy stuff... we arent afraid of anyone and always get our retribution in first... any problems locally - landlords business rivals... you know who to come and ask to fix  a jolly good beatin'  [me obviously NOTHING to do with such people only by accident met cycling the lanes 2020 making any old new friend] ....  Ive been up all night on the wotsup and online all my various identities... arranging rescue missions for the poor beloved Ukrainians....  but you know what.... they are literally insane to even lift  feather never mind an AK in opposition.... let him have a little chunk of their weird old not unified land.... and he will be satisfied with that .... if they fight back they will just get slaughtered.... they can never win the Bear they will be  mad to try....  "

turned out to be (as reported here i think at least 3 years ago)

the reality

for every one of 100s of thousands of bereaved Ukrainian families

 And that was the VERY VERY last man i ever thought would say something vaguely sane or human...

really

 in other words all i care about is MY context.... 

Mine... that goes back at least three years

only ever started being written for one

(GREAT mind) 

and probably she stopped reading long time ago

so all my mean readers are doing, is in fact using HER ...  

And her nose at least, indeed even just her nose,  

is far sexier than all of you could conceivably be put together, all thousands of you who nose in daily...

just mean dribbling  snot

compared to a finest  real elegant nose 

Now... the most profound thing one can say, about the whole grift...

 of the last unThatchable dull fourty years...

which ends in the online-shopping-mall wars in the 'East...'

Tit for tat were're going for YOUR online shoppify operationtoo

you got ours, boohooo...

is, bless err.... these Former soviets - my gosh her nose i adore,  is  almost carbon copied from his, chief hairy,  i never realised  

They arrived and i BRIDGED especially for themtoo when i saw how Ross the fake hairshaven hippy of the Hilltops 2008ish to 9....

treated his Polish slave ('modern day' had he gone to lore) 

 with fake "love" as long as he could con him, our  nearest neighbour 2 safe km away)  into free labour... until lovely Ross declalred  sorry no more cash to pay thee

for the last few months

whist living in about a million quids worth of inherited land for free

Anyway them Formers... started to nana boat inbound... running away from Tito, or even once fine, but turned boozy Lech ...

Thing is - the worst thing for any "human" is to be told one of two things.

1. that they are raised in some 'paradise' like the so druggy mad  river-polluting horrid hay-on-Wye faketown, that imports so called culture now and again and all is well.... when very few of the effnix ever read a book... 

i.e. for kids especially to be given a false version of their 'environment'

and number twos..(all i CARE about as 30 years ago i saw through UK forever). that one is from some formerly hell hole, and thus should be treated with fake kid-gloves, even if she saw on her telly how badly we treat our kids and SAID SO!  and the whole of society theirs and ours, conspires in the biggest con of all that  things are far sweeter   elsewhere.(here) . where there is a bit more bling ...

(i must find that Guardian review of the novel about Poles on fruit farms  twenty ish years ago that made out that all Poles are such sweet innocent sweeties when all you needed to do was watch how they would spit at gypsies begging in the streets of Warsaw 1997 to know it was a tad wishful thinking, and never mind that innate cultural behaviour - said gypsies famously relocating around 20 years ago to Berlin as it was far safer.... but its the way that novel painted them all as such sweeties and finding such a  sweet society  that treated them with such sweet undertstanding.... i hear  a recent debate about is 'woke' the right word to use, when in fact wuss is the correct one long ago i figured  )

when the real understanding (always the key to mentul elf and all that) is that getting on that nana boat one should be careful.... alighting upon some far off shore of 'Arrids and all that....

never mind Owen owen...

Is it not possible that below the shiny surface to have got to be this wealthier than we were... behind the two faces, there may be something far far far darker than even Tito on his moodiest day, may indeed

be?

And also far longer ingrained

by sharp edged putty knife sealing the window

(of all actual  natural transparency) 

 in the actual reality

of the 'cultural DNA'?

Bless em... every single deluded one of them....

(my chronicles of chats with Former Sovs for the last 5ish years do actually tell that tale....some are willing to share....

 " we would have been better off staying back there..." 

especially if they have younger kids)

 Indeed... getting Closer To The Heart...of darkness

blessem...

poor lambs....

and its full circle.... the Military Ind Comp....sellin airy-bombs.. to the absurd little militarised comedian

to smash to smithereens all they really ever knew..

"you got better shops  than us... well that just wont...do"

why didn't i think of that?

 An actually useful and accurate usage of the web of lies deceit and terrible content

other than a bit of ye olde music 

25th of February 1978. The only performance in that horrid shitty city.... so says possibly non hallucinogenic blissy Ai i MUST get out of my browser it uses up more battery

THE MORAL of the story being that young men with long hair NEED sane elders as guides....

So there we were... a few rows back from the front in The Empire of evil... Liverpool the most fake society that ever existed, merely using their craic to get enough cash to go shopping at the 'Harrods of The North' Owens...as can be seen in the superb historical 'document'   the film set in The waterfront of that dump around 1930 the scallies of said Waterfront tenements would do ANYthing to smash the window of Owen Owen and nick the bling..

And run away as soon as they made a pile leaving the worst fake ex wife in history - we had to tollerate in my hidden away NBooneytown,  behind,  to   spend the next 40 years or so boring everyone to death,  even Womans Hour with her monetised tales of a few years marriage from teenish,  to a  world champion child deserter, monetising his fake love via Jude and all..

And nothing changed ...

especially in my mothers family....

Anyway ... young men need to be TOLD.... beware even the hairies, or at least read the SMALL PRINT

even if Atlas Shrugged is a great book you have to read between the lines and think, indeed peer at the very small lacunae, hmmm...is there ANY 'common good' in this splendidly atmospheric rather long small print novel

In that Empire that  eve a couple of spotty hairies sat open mouthed " omg ... this has the best energy ever ... and never ever to be equalled....spontaneous orgasmotron time.... "

even if a year earlier

But who would know without adult guidance....  Their little Ayn Rand habit -  nobody had ever heard of in saner lands, didnt quite chime with their cassocks and  even hairdos....

or words of "community" of "artists and craftsmen" - Hay, Gweek, all of them, just a Johnnny's come very late to the table...

 

 oops... "stuck out here" to quote the actual key to being 'mindful'

knowing being STUCK in the worst place in the world (The Marches -  Dooneshire a mere chameleon dressed up in  expensive woolly jerkins)

is the key to IT ... 

making do with the one place on the planet you know you need to not be stuck there 

I keep forgetting to finish off the loose ends which are all in my  'laundromat' queue, still

to do 

yes but there was one great one, once...who stayed true to herself, always...

or seemed to.... 

but ive lost the really drunk slurry version.... 

who summed up the 'dying swan' 

with far better aplomb

screamy and quiet  

which is the best

and predicted the performative 'panic' of every Anglospheric

so called 'campaigner', never mind Zac wasteful drainer

who i am quite sure still wears his white culottes

when dark colours at least save 1/3 of the bill

also making the planet a bit less ill

never mind the actual rest of it, all sane hippies  knew fourty years back

til the fakes came along and muscled in to the  splendid free  love shack 

with their fake 

craic

never mind, "fabricated redemptive boasts" 

made of white ones,  when even us thick woollybacks  of the very very Booneys

knew  coloured fabric kinder to the plannit...

innit

"So, why have you such awful hair..?"

 I mean back to that weird weekend, a few weeks ago, in mentul elf

nothing to do with me 

as i know the key,

 even if every episode of Farmin' Today

I accidentally listen to each day often starts with "us poor farmers all dyin' of dodgy mentul elf, too..."

yes....ehhhh....

i forgot about three weeks ago down below here.

You awake and hear they are on a 'manhunt'.

(to  the one slightly sane acquaintance " well it aint me babe, they said a white man and i am brown") 

Bugger me never mind the odd dodgy tyre; my driving license photo has me shaven. 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/mental-elf-roundup.html

And as said 'small things' - all there is in life,  such little bliss bombs when that rare stress is over.

So why leave your hair all ratty and ragged....

Having succumbed from 2014 to the dull shaven man look they all adopt?

Because.....  even if i have the zenmaster  existence ever  for several decades, the real version  which demands loads of walking meditatively, and a nap  in the bracken, and knowing that all so called zenmasters are frauds, 'taking part' is the only cure to mentul elf  there is... even if merely bridgeing a local child/parent situation that doesnt need to be all rotten planks...

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/08/bridgeing-or-lay-legal-assistance-to.html

how....ever.... not only does your once best buddy who gave you Mister Bach's one even think of suggesting that... 

Indeed nobody does, and even worse a few over the last decade who hint at it, then never follow through.

So be it an entirely warped society that doesn't even know how warped the bridge planks are they're so lost in their hall of wobbly mirrors....

Thing is. bridgeing takes up so much time, never mind getting in enough walking and napping, that a decade back i said to myself i can't even afford the annoying ten minutes  with crap quality sheep shearing thingummy, to shave the hair any more..

And let go....

Ahahhh... but the key to life is ALWAYS asking the one least likely to agree with you, the question... 

And i have all my parables and fables in a decade of fun chronicle.

Late 2020, so much cycling around that year on old ten quids worth of rotting bicycle - allowed to rot for ten years after the local official 'Green Party' MAYOR AND MAYORESS  ... bought two and never used them - leaving them out in the rain to rust and rot after only about 100 km usage  - as could be seen from the flat rotten tyres too... and even if we knew them well still charged us 30 quid for their rusty old things..i repaired even if it took many weeks (artistic photoshoot, all.... soon, or one day) 

 legs and arse in best condition ever... and as always impossible to find any replacement half sane woman in the stix... no Green Party person OR even her of the Ministry of late will ever ever even acknowledge as truth - why the countryside is so rotten... as it takes two to homestead or smallhold..

Anyway ... having had an amusing few months for the first time ever even paying thirty quid for a bit of online " you all say you like nature on Green Singles [ discovered a scam too, especially their profile pics funny how 'conscious' people all use photos from 20 years prior, unconsciously] ...  well i live in 1000 acres of fabulous forgotten secret garden overgrown parklands.... so run away from your lockdown or mad masking... and set up your tent here and we can have  fun in the sun ... "

So... there is a beast.  A true animal. Of course they all have 'Animal' tattooed on the side of their  vulgar gauche 20 grand vans even up there in very very pikey town middle of nowhere  ... (they did say she was a drug dealer too ..i know nothing as i avoided them all like the plague they are....as well as being number one performative local hair extension dealer ....)

Anyway over some years one couldnt help noting her ... KArdashianing all over the place .. but i had encountered her fruitbat mum and we would chat occasionally... 

And eventually put two and two together..

Anyway THE one woman 100% guaranteed to say... "nope matey, dont be ridiculous. you havinn a laff....!!!!! ...come inside....let me sort you out.... girls! we got a right one here to makeover... get the full shearing set out and  the disinfection kit i dont want to even touch it until i can be sure there arent any lice... " 

is the one you ask...

" .. Nicola... ehhh.... look be serious now.... i just may have a date sometime soon.... small possibility.... this fake Amish babe i kindof like maybe who knows.... anyway just in case....  RIGHT!!! be serious.... obv to use your lingo, i havent touched my ugly balding thatch for some years... neck hair all bonkers too....  

i now defer 100% to you

and will follow your guidance no matter how badly you will for certain make me feel

just how awful is it, and what should i do..?"

" ....you know what mate....  i think its great just as it is....."

which has in fact at least three dimensions of parable or wisdom no ridiculous WAatts Tolle or Eisenstein could even imagine...

1. the way to get over yourself is bridge even when you know there is no hope... 

two (blogger will fuck around and auto-bullet point if i  jot '2') Mister Crosby was BRIDGED for his own good by a REAL 'friend'  unlike the default fakes of Swestershire...who called the feds and had him arrested for intl drug peddling as he was about to board a plane ... his own suitcase crammed full of them, and a year or so later he said famously " my pals who dobbed me in getting me a year slammer....saved my life.. as i was as sure as ferrits are ferrits quite rapidly killing myself with them." 

3 and never trust a fake hippy 

Mister Young who went so wonky in 2020

calling all those who were a tad intelligently sceptical, NAzis

that was the true scaryness of that otherwise glorious year

even if one of the most important artists of a generation

ALWAYS have caution. 

No musician i ever knew actually had a mind ever, their art mere intermission

in an otherwise endless swamp of festerism

i would like to be proven wrong  

THE POINT....all the hundreds of illusionista/gibbers... the thousands of hours on fake Greens like the whole Green party ;leaving their own NEW RAleigh bicycles to moulder in the Kington rains... never mind rather a lot of bridgeing over 15 years... i no longer had time to cut my hair... 

" ohh what a sacrifice!!! poor me"

Until i rando-met Nix... the big sexy beast (prob placcy titstoo), of said tattooed sicktown....

... saying " looks as sexy as you could ever be, to me..."

Now.....butterflying up.... and off, switch

Now.... having met an extremely rare one who was so wonderfully frank about how she wished never to forget her  bouncy strong core that came to fullest sweet flowering in 2020, metoo.... AND  she wanted to keep hold of it!! to put it into aspic   - the truly excellent buzzing energy of that wonderful year.... i am for the very last time just a bit inspired.

And do not want to be thought butterfly as i know - i didn't know before as it's not the same in more yokel Upland lands, that butterflying from one 'friend' or 'connection' to the other is the Lowland  behaviour... me i think it's bad for the 'human', or at best not very useful as  longterm fellowship with just a few is the only way one ever gets important things ...DOne...

Anyway pity me for not being of the same species...even if i left the South East forever 32 years ago as i just called it flaky then...

 But i have just a little butterflyitis of late due attempting and failing some artful here and hopping over there the more specifically informative space

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/08/summary.html

Anyway all i know is i have about a dozen recent threads which are in my notepads are in my head also as i don't need my notepads, as i don't butterfly, and care...to follow on with points begun.

But such a good boy, I am nearly there...

And then a  whole load of stand alone bits of dire-vid that is absurdist commentary on the fact that NO... none... of any online commentariat has ANYthing useful to say  

And also all seemingly huffy commentary is the exact opposite - the way to get 'justice' is not to seek it, and find the genuinely long lasting great changes that come about due the dodginess.

(Mars Room so beautifully described how the gaoled people so cruelly treated bode their time and sooner or later some groovy little joy-bomb came along if they found some small little beating of the system.. but we can do SO much better than that.)

THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL NANCY

Meanwhile art, hmmm....   For a decade they have been butterflying in.... (last region)...in fact HAy-on-Wye fifteen...

And 93% are female blessem... but lets  just pick out one great example

Financial advisor Nicholas Peter Ford operated a £1.3 million Ponzi scheme between 2009 and 2011, conning 18 victims while maintaining an address in Hay-on-Wye. He claimed to invest client money in low-risk FTSE 100 shares, but instead gambled the funds away. He was jailed for five years and four months

very harsh by the way in England he would have got a year tops... Wales really is in the stone ages... as we knew ages ago.

... so, by 2015ish one could see, and they think they can't be seen... the embezzeleresses...

Always the same modus operant : " hey i am seeking...x ..but x becomes ...'community' ..becomes ' i am looking for investors to join us in this amazing community...shared land workshops etc etc.."

I ran across a supreme example May 2024 .. in her stolen 44 grand van, in my fave spot overlooking thingummy ehhh.. Cape Cornwall.... so quiet for months then she is there one day...  " not registered in my name for really intelligent charitable tax reasons..."  really she could not be made up no conspiracy theory matched het fabulous acting energy..

i had to put up with for some days...

But the grift was so total (ends up after 3 or 4 days of all the same waffle " a rich man worth at least 200 grand in equity will manifest himself to me here i know he is waiting for me...  even if we havent met...he will be our tribal leader and great wise one of us...  and buy the land... to gift to our great community"

Anyway having had a WITNESS to another of late - she is so sweet i doubt she knows she's an embezzedraless ...

We... as my equal her of the hard hat....did also have her jaw dropping at the behaviour os said butterflying around looking for loving 'connection'....

I know there's a Turner in hertoo... and a great artist did indeed find her fascinating...in a grotesquely beautiful way.... 

Obviously annonymised and deidentified... there's no need to get them nicked as it always ends up in tears...hopefully not violence...

But they are so common.... and nobody seems to wish to appreciate the true beauty of this always elegant newish species...

who swarmed all around The MArches after the articles in the posh newspapers 

" Hay../...Presteigne../.. Kington (snigger)  the new  sublime serene getaway places .. blahh blahh.. buy now whilst you still can" 

ditto on  Swestershire  i am quite sure...

scammers can read and do their homework.... but it's as if nobody actually ever thinks they can. I call that scammerist...

Or  Priory escapeeist

they are people too and should be 'seen', known, and understood...i mean my one sort of friend of 6 years...i still think she is probably one, and at least she laughs at my jokes about her "money laundering" via her dream cottage... she never says I am not, right.

 

So, the American, i am only ever grateful to...

Indeed define turning her evil (not a word i use, just ignorance, as always) into something actually sustaining and good for one.. one day. Never mind endless joy. To come...

Nearly eleven years ago. Even if this is quickest low-battery version, you have underwing a finest ever Grasshopper... (from that awful Caradine thing about fake Buddhism)    except this one a pure equal. Indeed far more lifeaffirming spirited little thing than i ever could have been her age...

But.. due mum/dad dad especially even if she would say mum especially - indeed a case study on the total falsity of the British 

non family

I dont know how to sum up...and none of my business as she was entirely rescued and aside... the bruvva dependent on 'compensation' cash - 100s of thou when he was quite capable of just carrying on in his fine blacksmithy job...

etc... and as for the father...(even though none overtly obviously as worse-than-toxic as her powders..)

guaranteed to  blow her fuse but several years we dealt with it all superbly...  and despite her occasional descent into the abysss (" oops wonkiness coming on.. bed.. curtains drawn...  chicken soup in 24 hrs  please but if i dont answer make it 48....")

we had it all working out perfectly.... but one weakens occasionally even if all the data know best. Loneliness is a horrid thing... or at least the inability to have frank open conversation about real things that affect millions even if its NOT as they bleat on in DSM...

" here i met this yank today that one that flounces around pretending to be Mother Theresa to the environment despite her pottery operation burning up a whole jumbo jet load of fuel per firing .... for those silly little things she sells for fifty quid in the 'farmers market' only 3 other trinket traders sell at and no farmers would be seen dead there or charging their prices... 

"anyway she said openly as soon as i chatted with her...she had depression maybe you could have a cuppa with her and you will have some fellowship .. just a bit of friendship mutual support... "

"grunt"

anyway fast forward maybe six months.... the treatment doing SO SO well!

" i just want to work outdoors and build up my little landgirl .... operation thats ALL i want ... and its going ok ish... i feel i can do three days a week and maybe as we case conference often enough i can get it to four.... "

In short one wobble... and you phone up said yank " if she's there ... tell her i can put the new job back a day  even if  they will be a bit peeved....  that Nanci is ALL she told me she wanted i am just doing what she wanted....  and thats why i asked for your support and fellowship in this very sparsely populated land of ignoramuses....to merely bolster what time and again i am told by her ... she wants... and time and again she said in our chats  - she said not me.... she...

no she doesnt want your happy pills "

Anyway fast forward a week or so....

" i just know.... i know....  "

" why don't you try one... or just half a day..... will keep the blues away.....

"they wont do you any harm.... those lists of side effects including full whacky ward little green men to tea.... thats all just  to cover their asses if some American tries to sue them for millions of damages..."

But that's not THE thing....

The thing...is of course Yanx aren't entirely as thick as they play....

If ... counterMANding the several years long in the making of, very very sensitive kindly policy  that was working .... remarkably well as a few did know...

she must of course somehow bring her destroyers in circling....

thoughbubble: " she will... attack before she has a chance to be held to account.... for her illegal pushing of her meds i just know she has....

" she will make up some story about me... that I was somehow in overbearing control and denying her lifesaving happy pills..... 

" and there's only one way to deal with that...from now on every single word every single day....  i have in my pocket a little protection device... as you never know where her attack will come from....  but that dangerous bitch, aint taking down METOO... "

And what a chronicle.... a whole decade... and the really interesting bits are the so called pro Eu pro environment lot.... 

squabbling... or worse...

Thank you ..i will make sure the history books record the name of the worst, yet most useful to posteritory,  YAnk in history...

ahahh but i have no interest in Lowlanders... it is what began in the Uplands of Herrock that winter - 2016 ...

Thats whats really interesting...

and all on tape.

And film....

 

The only other hill walker.... for some years.... 

In fact, fact, i should submit an invoice

 As someone knows that ...

(but she doesn't know of why, The Yank.... started it all, nearly eleven years ago,  and i am forever in her debt, or will be if i ever manage to get properly to my chronicles...

And every word i write has at least three as yet unseen dimensions. Never mind a once fine skinny young chap going mummy-nuts  to me the symbol of rather a lot.... our Yankee  Nancy peddled far worse heroine... [not a typo as her whole act was she was one... and passed it on  - her side effects, to another actually worthy one] 

 and nobody will even ever speak of her...."

If i have had that conversation with at least 200 maybe 300 along The Path... and  with a few in the hills...

If they are mad enough to spend 100+ a night (as the superb young German solo walker i met 2 years ago ranted on about " fuck they penalise those travelling alone never mind  this county being the biggest rip off since  my people nicked the clothes off the backs of a certain people.... its extortion...and us single peeps are preyed upon even moreso.."  a REAL report of actual words on The Embezzlers Path... as all are,  with sometimes just some fun additions to entertain or reword things how their soul was speaking, but always totally true to the actual conversational themes... and tones...

I know 99% believed me..(and 100% of walkers and European toursist read lots of good lit ...) . and also as they get the Euro booklist  personalised or at  https://leftovers2022.blogspot.com/

will go home and read good life affirming Euro modern lit...and film ... and then make comparisons with the local currency here of confected saccharine defectiveness that defecates upon any life force or joie de ..it

they wont come back.   And anyway i know their telly will tell the tale " you just wait...in a few years with all them Ruperts Nigels and even Lennons to use the evil fake family name ... none of whom are really racist but are so silly billy boys they just want to stir up some entirely untrue 'effnix crime waving'  for their vile Trump-ajacent nutjobbiness.. you will see at some point riots even some kind of insurrection .. i was talking to the Nigerians yest..and when i said ' had the Maxwell hammer job been by the hand of a brown armed... fuck there would have been a civil war.... and they immediately lit up ' GOD YEA SOMEONE ELSE SAID THAT TO US'..."

So over the last few years especially... i know i have contributed at least 200 lifetime retouristings back into their saner homeland...

so the fuckin EU Commission owes me  big bigtime commission .... even a decent Renault Traffic would do....  

though i want my Berlingo to keep on keepin on forever it just needs a paint job to confuse them... 

and a new undercarriage welded on 

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

 

"so what do you do then you hypocrite?" " ' Human'itarian work.. often three or four sessions of it a day.."

 The only good thing about Swetershire is the amount of deluded fine Europeans who must have more money than sense and believe the tourist guides...

gosh what's that i was looking for his "save our souls " song on the OGWT which is the reason the YAnx invaded as they never had a real  sane TOTP 

even Elton had second sight 

despite

Now.....someone, her Bushship.... knows how i 'protect' myself..

And even Memsaab was i have to admit truly wise for a gold digger [sic] ..

" god..have you heard about the latest celeb  man to be mined from the inside by some woman making up stories... all for gold ...  i am ashamed of my sex.... this doesnt happen even back in Soweto ....or Chile where real poor peeps live... " 

Anyway thats none of my business i merely for some years occupy myself with chats with so as to save souls.

And for certain ensure that there is less future madland tourism and they stay back in their own fine saner lands..

for real. At least 100 instances of the following, and it always works immediately they nod agreement...

And if you add in " have you read Reader on the 6.27 or Pereira or yes Ove....  you will notice that none of the characters trade upon what they bleat about being wrong with them or some hinted at vulnerability... they all live to fuck, on..." 

There is no British  neck bounce  - oops i havent finished that... of "but i know  what you are going to say and know better.."

In fact they are always silenced... and reflect " ahh i get it now.... all of that awful 2016 gobbiness...  just the spatter of a land lost only in self pity..."

anyway .. " so please  can you supply Dutch novels that are a bit Untouchables..."

" yes i know EXACTLY what you mean... we are partly drowning in the sludge you speak of but there are still many fine  cheeky...live-onists... and thank you we won't come back ... "

"thanks...i can tell by your pure equalacist babe you taking over the chat from mister big jock pouch .... as soon as i mention books....  that these will be exactly what i need next one day...'

Now.... I am with the wimmin, or to quote The one finest one "Babe" ["...is my name...😂😂!"]

 The ...well it was meant to have ended, chronicling operation: they confess to me their heartfelt true thought.

I can't remember if a certain page has been opened to general release, debating a certain E person...

That's the thing, even a "last time ever" chat with the senior ex 'Green' person yestermorn even he can't not talk of state sanctioned Maxwsellian hammerhead operations..

And he could never listen " David...ohh please ... for fifteen years i have said to you.. nobody knows even the truth of the Gulf of Tonkin incident ...[ a set up to rev up arms sales and mad Yanx or an innocent little skirmish] ... please....stop.... have you never ever listened to me in thousands of hours of chat.."

And they will be fighting among themselves for years to come especially if Green councillors who valiantly and heroically defy the Supreme Court, blokes are bloke ruling... and want to take the piss..

And spread it around lovingly by hand, in the urinals next door,  if a once-bloke needs to sit down for effect, next door.. 

"DAvid ...Lola... Lou Reed Walking Wildly on either side...... nobody CARED... April Ashley the first of them.... lived at HAy for many years back in dinosaur times when the scheduled friday teatime event at the Hollybush was bare knucklin on the lawn... and i never heard the many thugs there who would beat you up for reading a book in public ever say lets go and duff the tranny ..."

I am with the women in the following respect:  as the hidden page says, as i do NOT want that E word polluting my search...

A fine chap on ...well ok..on the J Holland show rightly said " teens.. women  with SECURE daughter dad relationships  get sexycrimed far less than those without such, and Ms Holland only agreed..."

  

For the fake Amish so called 'therapist' - faketoo

 (recent excellent science being that your constant towny,  or even nowadays village, hum of machinery does actually drive you to the whacky ward, as it clearly did hertoo )

Even if the true equal i n fact at least once, better, of Minnie...as she got in the reality of the fabulously skanky Luton girl  into her so called Free voice... - and that's real 'art'... shame as always with musicians it never ever ever makes them understand, words...

not ready til 1930 thats for  my superfans who pile in in many a dozen every time i spit at you...

its now exactly 1930, update = 

( in fact there is a king of Segway, really - oops thats the wrong one i always forget how to spell that one so i must have ALL the labels she has the moment she comes in to the...i spent £1.60 on a lemonade to charge up for you mean cunts, all we hear is immediatelly a whole list of her kids labels...the FULLHOUSE!.... segue, Segway being the slowish machine thingummy... as i am sat at the quiet atch.... close to where the chidren play....and the speed that the vehicles belt up and down a very narrow dark road due to much treesisterliness .... of course neither do the said sisters nor the said children have a chance - there is no protection that could give them one,  if they were to run out into the road by a playground..in playtown.... and that makes me REALLY sick forever of these total 100% fakes... who have no minds nor hearts, nor even simple propriety [or as i advised Memsaab by text thistermorn 'manners' - she liked that ... ] ...)

furthermore you don't end up with one of these glorious 

actually ' HAND MADE' arty piles

and real country boys know what hay ricks are for

Now.... (NOTES DO TOMORROW MORN when i am always at my best, no matter WHAT the latest gibbering may be )

 or rather yesterone...

Nanci !!! if only she knew  11 years ago

silverest lined

fatty rotten

16.41

 the program on Plath only finished ten minutes back

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002zrnc

p4 

p3

p2

start

ahahhh but i haven't finished with YAnks (who make up i guess 40% plus the bbc content fuckin creator/providers... the last 10 years 

now so many in academe... and as i said to the perfect Younguns "  yes your little habit of shooting schoolchildren like you.. suggests you should stay over there and sort out over there before interfering with here thanks very much.." 

obviously

And she .... wasn't born there so Aint REALLY one...i had utterly forgotten that in fact i do believe all along she was a kraut...

But she's been driven so mad by her bears she won't even say if she has kids never mind a spare spousal passport space 

Well that's it.... personal purest shamania and MIND CONTROL*and even if the rule is

 you know there is some other non physicalist nutcase playing with your who mind bodily everything....

you know not what FOR nor must you ever make cash from it other than basic snail shell expenses...

you mean fuckers wouldnt dream of too busy saving up for the crappy 'Dreamcatcher' tribe who invaded even Upper Black Mountains us hopping along quite nicely until...she came with her Rainbow tribe  ripoff con job...

Anyway no idea who she was...Ms Atchin TAn painter...

But her "gratitude" ive no idea what to be gratitudious for...

all i know is being proven wrong is a good one

decades ago.... ("hmm lets have a listen to them, and it is actually there in the window when i open yet another chrome page ...waiting for me as it knew i needed it next merely for this....")

" i only like hairy music even if i bet his was a wig he was so fake....  ahh time for a blast of her gratitude song 

i have had such a weirdly enjoyable few weeks....but only to prove a point,  there is simply no way ever fourty years ago seening those totally vile nancy boys on telly even if i never watched music videos knowing its merely the sounds that matter..... no way ever its not possible that in fourty years i willoften go to it as the ...in fact it was WAY over my line, then..  menacing, ' play upon her darkest fears' is a really nasty line....  we were above all that in pure kindness and magnanimity.....  you can tell by those jumpers they were a load of pervysssss.... unable to get it up without some kink in their jumpers....   but just in a half a decade... i realise its the greatest real art ever....  it alone mages to have that extra dimension of .. 'share in what is true'...  and yet wink at her with such fabulous deep  

catscrappy reality... the only one we needed ever....

as perfect workshop....

and as for all them babies innit...i wanted every one to bugger off as far away from me as possible in some Portobello cafe...

til even  age twenty nine...

i knew 100% not even nintey nine point nine nine

exactly what i was...

until that one moment, 1992,  when i found actual me... through them"

ERRATA

 .... except those two, thirteen and fourteen...

after our talk on the hills i knew they were sincere..

(ohh had i safety net as in a female walking companion i would have dared go all the way... " a cleaning strike..a carer strike... a waitressing strike..... and a SEX STRIKE....

[but how sad i didnt dare linger long enough to give them my booklists which are so out of date " you alone.....do not live in 

..." ]

you have to do better than ...  i mean about your age she looked so sweet.. and sane

" but as we all agree grew up to be as mad as the mist n snow 

" fuck the constitution get it SUSPENDED... .. 

" as you told me the whole world will not be safe until you have a babe in the hotseat.... and i just know you mean it.."

which of course was a ..(yesterday audios i KNOW the illness they all just butterfly from one new 'connection' to the next and their plan is to be seen having at least a dozen a day... why they have no real friends, to dig their gardens when broken backed and stooping...  that even told her " pull your socks up he likes handwashing  he told you that turned him on for gods sake woman.... seven years of your hermitude...he will do them for you when you are too old and dance-hall hipfucked... to manage your own any more ' as Eckheart Tolles you you will always be perfect as long as you've bought into me..' "

yes... never ever trust a yank to have even meant a wink....

But a few days later there i am standing nattering in front of the extremely rare moth at her showwindow (I TOLD her get onto the BBC thatll bring buyers to your shopwindow...all PR is just PR and maybe ssales unless you are pure like me and almost nobody every pays for true PURE stuff.." she didnt believe me but it turns out i was actually RIGHT)

And...antique landrover... NOBODY knows me here or the few who do hide it or themselves behind sunglasses...

and theres a  bloody fan or two screaming as if i am a beatle redshifting down the road.... like really embarrassing anyway i thought there must be another simon somewhere  as i always hated my name so ignore it

no... their smiles .. were unmistakable.... not only did they enjoy and be affected by our fairly long chat....

but they must have....

must have listed

and watched it.... 

I hope they didnt tell the grands' or even dad (who had told one of them to watch don't look up...)

who had encouraged them to be what they already are as was patently obvious ... and watch the film made specially for them...

The only hope left.

But it made me happy and the exact opposite of failure as there is no taller and more dangerous scree filled lowerslopes... mountain, than a couple of YAnkee  just-teen girl sat cross legged half way up one...

i was actually terrified of... until

The joint workshop

 it taking just one real teacher,  to actually teach real tango

"sorry...even if i am only fifty quid a day....i cant uncork you....... I dont have the opener  let you out of your self imposed bottles...

" ugghhh.. lets bring on him he is for free he is so unEckheart Tolleing.... "

..."

ahh did i remember the punch line, so you write the  best ever fan letter ever to an actual once 'family' member you had forgotten existed for many a year she was so dull.... "gee whizz as an older silver you are actually fanciable, like my jaw dropped at how sexy.... when as that young thing i never noticed you  that's a superb movie plot for your Mister billionaire moneybags.if you care about the planet as you post on behalf of your kids.."

...which was read... 

just one greatest compliment in a letter ever!

and you get blocked!

The ultimate proof  never trust any Yankee smile ever .... not one word that comes out of their gobs ever....

Now....

 several did get a fully evidenced journalistic EMPATHETIC expose [cute]  of the decades of fakes... in the 'land' a few months ago.

They had their chance, and for at least a decade I am merely looking for an actually authentic income stream...

And long ago knew there is only one  workshop/retreat/sanctuary or even her lovely "hermitude" course, needed:

How to be actually happy in your new 'happy place' often bought with mummy's L'Oreal shares hidden in the South Ken cellar from actual Nazi times, or ones sharer options from being Monsanto's PR supremo   a few decades before heading off to fuck off the whole of the rural lands by lying you are a Goodie... when even you don't believe it deep down inside.....anyway where your money came from is one thing - your business except don't perform it came from being NICE....you don't get a chunk of even Kington never mind  Clifford by Hay, artisto-Moor... by being NICE.... however country peeps live in the 'moment' once it has taken a generation to get over ' fookin load of em flouncin' around in their electric powered 4wd  space ships i could buy two new tractors for the price of that, BLOCKING my lanes... rather than  be up all night as i was lasters fixing my old rust bucket to get the harvest in... and not even get the cost back out of the 'market' of creating it ... anyway forget your past, if you want to be HAPPY in your happy place in the stix, especially when they eventually build the motorway direcly to Biba or HArvey's Knicks .... for your weekly commute...

.. THE only workshop you need attend (i mean fifteen hundred quid i noticed for the latest 'soulwork' con up on aristo-Moor i bet it was in a tent next to the pub for  when they start arguing about which verse of The Fatty McGilchrist nonsense if right or left brained  :

    HOW..... TO..... ENDEAR....YOURSELF...TO ...YOUR ...BLOKE  as you will be neurotically afraid of even the midges and moan about themtoo so will need an actually landborn [ish]  one  to do even your basic jobs like saw your fallen wood...   after pissing off all the ex boyfriends and the like - those you didn't steal from to 'arrive' at your 'destination' all Road Less Travelled bullshit and anyway they dont visit as often as you imagined as actually theytoo prefer to be in drugdeal distance from Portobello, or The Priory...

(that is good 'drugdeal distance' anotjher new sublimity 

that just arose unthinkingly

 - sums it all up...  that's why they never leave Gweek for very long...othertowns too i have a list... but its extraordinary even in Doonsehire if you mention that vile little shit filled creek that poisoned her of course as i tell EVERYone on my daily tripadvisor VERBAL version of these chronicles... there being three, the daily unplanned everyone met for a decade gets a BIT of one or other story... the one that is curated and manifested into attempts at some kind of  proper book job... they all ghost but not entirely this last February....  and this version which is my favourite to do, as it is pure - except for one bot and his miserly 20 euros a month back, and another who ...well he became the story, too..... but it needs battery...  )

ANYWAY now as i told her i respected ONLY her... as a whole day workshop of her was only fifty quid! and she is an artist and ok mind....

But sorry... dancin...

ohh im in such a glorious mood always even now lets have the wangs...

oops wrong one...

was it six months ago i finally saw it..

so ridiculously overhyped not some great 'philosophical tract' 

Even if my letter was.... " gee whizzz... when you were The RAt's bird all thiose 3 or 4 years....and if i remember correctly my sister in law for about a week...  

" but indeed i have a mental block i know you were GOING to marry the slimey rodent   i cant remeber if you did i wouold never have come i know i was invited to MAnhattan ..i had grown out of it VERY quickly....

"anyway you know i never for one second fancied you...it was some vague brotherly duty i still have the photos that day you wandered under the Brooklyn bridge across 

" but anyway... look Mia.. the rivers are all ruined just as much by mens deodorents babes hairdyes Extinction rebellion's compulsory every-other-week hairdye  

"The River Wye formerly an iconic spot i got a Designated Bathing area put in fuck i shat [drug free] blood  to start that but it was me and last year the first proper testing showed diabetic pharma, [i bet Prozac piss was present too but their testing innedquate as ALL the egomaniacs still arguing on the fakebook about which milecule does what its laughable ] ... and by now i am sure fatpill traces...

" luv.. i actually thought you were just an ok plainish younger woman, even if nothing to do with me but i bet my family loved snaring another B list untalented celeb.... ... but when i saw you in Chuck ....  fuck.... i actually cried she is so utterly sexy and lovely.... anyway we need an icon who can tell the world that middle aged babes who let it go sexy silver not only become actually fanciable.... but also are helping save the planet...please Mia....  and i saw you say you zare a writer now greart can we have some more please..."

OOPS.... so so so ultra fast ...workshop...

" come and be taught HOW to have your MAN... the country woodsman....keep coming back and DOING THE JOB to the very best of his ability...... always...no matter what nonsense you spout.. and he will be 100% loyal always..if you treat him....

 EXACTLY.....word perfect.... like this genius.... "

and i am quite serious as not only is it very tiring and stressful to keep having to change houseboy xo often

when the last load of logs cut 5 years ago didnt get brought in and thus rot

(are they stupid do they not think us houseboys dont notice...' hmm all that cut wood in her twnty acres.....  someone paid to get that done ....yet its all  left in piles and now rotten.... uhhh ohhh....another onet get the KUSHNER PRINCIPLE strtategy in FIRST....right what do i NEED....  anyway yes all lies and deceit another who cant retain their houseboy... and it will be for the usual reason.. their gobs..)

it is ECO NEGATIVE  all the chopping and changing due madbitchiness....

as the same houseboy over time does appreciate where the birds nest and which frog may be where..

 and economically positive as its best bang for stolen conned Monsanto pension bucks...  and thats your business ours is to make it WORK for you despite you...

workshopping inc

i am serious

its the ONLY workshop they all need and also would make them LIVE longer as you at least need a fairly reliable houseboy to bring in the logs etc if you are so sour and full of lies that everyone else has run away 

And a real country houseboy never ever ever holds your sins personally against you

you are just a JOB

Now... the one GREAT BEAUTY bloke.....

 And he's bantering back ..

" my price... minimum wage AND banter or i am not interested..

" frickin ell....  they won't even look at you without you showing them their expensive chainsaw course workshop certificate that private schoolboys go on in an attempt to cure them of what The Priory failed to....

" well i can use a VERY sharp instrument without even looking at how close  my blade is  to my fingers....as my actual zen, poise, ferkin grace..is always perfect....DESPITE them....."

And maybe this will shut the ferkup the (actual public service announcement)

New scientist a sort of.... well it was an ok brand...

And ..i never IMAGINED how many flat dimensions there were-are in the Flatlands of the Swest .. every "bird" (NOT MY WORD - HERS... it was for me, too far,  and i tried to tell her.... but i am nothing ) 

Every wicker basketen, Doc Martini booted - in the middle of HIGH summer... on the beach...

starry eyed, ashram smiley  "i manifest an NHS dentist and one calls me up straight away..." retard* three years ago on her shitcreek shore....

Every ridiculous ridiculous one of them ..in fact that's better than Lowlanders... Flatlanders...

 And i dont care about the 100% conformist 100% samey ones here but they trickled in to the actual Wilderness lands where i chose to run away to avoid their default 100% "flakiness.." 

(the adorable don't-fuck-with-me-i was-the-YOUNG ONES stunt double...bird retweeted my word  of 1992 ["god theyre all so flaky i must run away" and then a reason i could never imagine  in all dimensions extant came and ferked me up where it hurt to know i was wrong...]  back to me sat at her desk....  that really was a moment...)

Anyway (i dont put it centre justification Oggle remains so badly made that if you put up just one photo it rejustifies all your text and i havent battery to fix owt...yet

in fact this chunk  there wasnt even a photo and i see IT decided to centrally justify me

just do a Nigel...

Anyway...  at least in lasterregion they shut up in 'public'   but here three agonising years indeed June the sixth

 day of ( why on earth did i communicate that " be gentle the anniversary of his mister devil's spawn death..." i never said that before ...)   now over three years of the worst ashram eyed claptrap ever

" ohh its all the quantum waves we know we are surfing into Oracle Girls higher frequency of entanglement with the Divine.... "

And even sadly the one superb one, Imoan...  who is ANTI-bonkers-soundbowls as they the soundbowl snakey ones... conned her fine Cornish interbred sister into parting with fine Cornish shekles ....

poor Imoan even.... spoutiung some claptrap stary eyed about their new scientific  understandings of what is ongoing in the "quantum upsydownsiness"   what on earth ....every waffle they show off here by default...in public...always.... some SPECIAL interpretation... all speaking in Flatland sotto vcocce one dimensionality

to make them look, not just, pretty

of what nobody has the FIRST IDEA ...about

And here we have it in perfect yummy girl with just the right diversity haircut and smiley saccharine rammed up her bot - the Italians' favourite habit and porn

" reality.... could be absolutely anything and ...  those 'other dimensions'  which could indeed be fundamental to actual 'reality'  never mind the maths that don't add up.... are very  very good at hiding... we cant even imagine them there..."

 (BUT...Miss Funky chops if only they would state, simply "Einstein...good try... and yes a bit of it works  the Newtonian bit the space cadets use.... but basically truth is beauty and the truth is that lot 100 years ago are all wrong .. as have been everyone else since as it all dont add up...

". and that is freedom....  we know FERKALL....  as Lee Smolin said with actual Beauty to Brian Keeting in 2020ish or 21ish ace 'discussion' ...in an AUTHENTIC extremely bad production values REAL chat....' its all probably WRONG... even my two cutting edge string theories.'.. 

"so dont ever believe any of us... especially you silly woman who by default have to say that they know the quantum energy vibe shifting utter nonsense just cos you heard some Rainbow Tribe fake type say it with such earnestness around a Gweek campfire...on SOMEONE ELSE'S money...abnd had seen some YAnk produced thing with Pocahuntis music in the background about 'quantum waves'  - the next big thing ...only HE saw  and he dreamcatches of surfing one day the only way any 'bird' may take him seriously deep inside hetoo knows he spouts only others sewerage but is merely caught on the hamster wheel to hell... errata he's already innit... 

".... we know NOTHING is far more beautiful and in fact actually ..TRUE")  

 IN other words if they ever stop showing off about whats unknowable, they may go to the next Surfers Against Sewerage totty-attractin'  bbq and tell those con artists " ehh youve failed so far.. everyone swims in your seas,  dribbly-shits 'em for weeks afterwards .. a REAL surferbabe told my recording device 18 mths ago..... so why you all look so smug and STILL take public money for a failed business model..only business ever interested you was a bit of funny business as the embers die from being otherwise distracted  from your beachisde poking ..

after your chick-BAIT bbqs on the beach....a bit of other poker..." 

 * whom incidentally got paid to fix the mangled soldiers,  flying back in to Gweek international Jenny fascist airport...  the flightpath above their absurd nana boats...