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.
Ralphschism.com My permanent one home online started 22 feb 2023.
Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
ONLY peaceful nice content here. 07958 5263eight1
they are probably a BIT less evil torturer for fun, than Assad...
As jolly good acurate history said ..he learned from his delightful even more bloodthirsty dad ( that scene of the 1000 lined up against a wall and someone goes along with a Scimitar ( gtx ..my bloodmoney funded ma lusted after) and removed their fingers from their hands en masse. .
and likely Assad Junior is responsible ( using a London based PR firm if my memory serves me right..i think his wifey employed them)
and many will have been killed in the worst imaginable Auschwitz ways..
so really its just several decades..or 15 years of the same ole....
but heres the rub
actually good newthought, i hate having them as it means i must write an essay:
all of modern Dawkinsish genetics .. arose im parrallel with Thatch...no accident
Is some incorrect fantasy that some small tjing like a gene controlls all ( youtube search " dawkins was wrong" ) when Rose Kamin and Lewontin...less fey sex kitten married to LaLa filmstar.. than Dawkins suggested it was a bit less binary and a bit more maybe otherstuff.. . and i kbew 39 years ago reading themtoo Dawkin was ... wrong though a beautiful writer ..
so even more dangerous
but obviously ever since 2010ish the younger generation faced with Syria...bad news .. on the climate which should just be called' pollution' as thattoo has killed off 3/4 of larger than mollusc life in my lifetime...
its understabdable they go ' inside' bodily ...mindbodily...and get obsessed about bits of THEIR body... smells . bits wrong..
puttig the 'wrong' grub in your gob... and .. all of it going 'wrong'
at a very small thing level...
and then to our surprise it becomes even that small personal thing what 'gender' one can obsess over...inside....its ALL inside.
hiding quite understandably from the big stuff outside..
( i realised 10+ years ago)
but heres the new ' insight'...
Gabor and hus dreadful mates..
just like Dawkins outdated wrong " its all ONLY in these jeans. ."
everyone except sane people loved.. a small little on off switch you can mindpicture...
some smallest small gatheration of atoms....
define
( which is wrong)
their 'trauma' is in fact almost exactly tve sane bingo i got the cunt..
it is imagined ( even if tvey are too illiterate moaning self pityist to state this ) like a small almost wave of small stuff ... like we imagine a 'wave' of photons.
this magical 'trauma' causing everyone to...be twats....its a very small thing ... a wave or an energy made up of bits of small stuff inside us .
fits perfectly with your modern day wrong addiction to moron Dawkins and other morons ... and other small stuff ...
defining all...
when in fact the ineffable of a big fucker .. of everything .. possibly some divine torturess in charge pulling the string round my member or who knows what .. there is more...
that small thing, trauma....
is as much tbe 'answer' as their smalltjing .. supplements ( good 4chan program a few werks ago on it their all mumbo jumbo)
They are so obsessed with that fey agenda there's no hope....
( ... cut to my films of the Welsh axebabes at the Norton show in my chronicles
two years ago
muvvafucker better with their axes than me
and the Old ex alcoholic man of Eywood
born with an axe between his reeth
he thought i woz a wimp
til one day three years ago me runnin' out if wood i asked him to stand aside
from the knotted stumps he couldn't chop and eas rejecting as unchoppable
" you think i am one if these yuppy losers, too... well... i was born with onetoo ... Ralph's ... "
and his jaw droped
....
but until i get there
oh my ohh my two orgasms in one morning before a hearty bowl of porridge
( " women have around 90% of the potential 'strength' of blokes ... " problem is they gave up doin' real landwork OR recycling rotten wood... even harder landwork that is THEenvironmentalism... not the made up one of The Gren 'party people'... just show off at shows and thus... the land became taken over by Morgan Stanley or whatever fiscalating institution cos only small cooperative .. thats woman and man togetherish farms could protect the environment better...which is mainly about strength that in fact slowly develops over decades of using the body... interestingly it carries on developing in older 'humans' too. indeed does so well into 60s still..... if you use it...
.. all i care about, telling tales on..)
But theres no point as
( google "EU personalised numberplates" .. most EU countries block them... or restrict...
all this fetid swamp, is Mamon= a society the only one in Europe - that has for all my dull adult life a meggamarket...where people - about 5-10% of The Marches..about 10% of the SW fringe regions of loonly Londoners.. where for status people spend enough money to feed a small farm with for a year, on their showoff numberplates... )
so....
ungendering
... Misseys ... on her Odd Essay....
Thing is i aint started yet....
cos
I mean ... well apart from the Mate man ( doesn't even desrve a moment of my time getting his e acute off some lying webpage)...
so a year ago running up to their fey Christ...mass
monsterim festival of consumerism
there she was...
Z
pontificatin' rather well on its all gone nuts...
But when push came to shove a month or so later...
" these lasses... so as to train them out of their default position as you say they will false Allegator any man comes to your small herd farm.... i can come and we can work on it..them... i bulletproof..and know how... village to raise a child or even 18 year olds still stuck being child..... we could even teach them tough love a lesson... cos i even had my protection on around you i dont trust a word out of your 'farmers' ' market gob ... let them make up lies ... we have..we contrive... evidence they lie.... and then confront gently ...as you know full well tragically theyre off to gaol soon if this doesnt get fixed.."
nope not able to converse despite long converses..
thing is the one thing you cannot say
" ehhh.. you have this whole act you are humble sheepfarmer ... except this supercharged mushroom or whatever gojjiberry nonsense coffee packs you are selling.. .. errata the special word.. is it capsule....errata self employed franchiseeing.... its eighteen quid for about 12 cups..... Mammon.... ohh you haven't noticed ..i did ...Gabor Mate is in the instagram feed of your franchisater .. smiley marketing it for you at some lovely cool people London function.. probably here too tjis cocaine fuelled fetid swamp of Porthleven... acfually smells like a bogtoo so much pollution running in.."
which sounds sour ....
i couldnt give a shit if some middle aged ex many year nurse bimbo is a con artist...
but i do....
when ALL his poison has seeped in everywhere. .
nope its NOT about 'trauma'.. everyone has a bit of that, and many a big blob of it..
because there is a solution....
( do something NOT you...first... to be cont later)
but also if long toughtimes...pretend
ohh " therapy"...
that you are in a story....
but a good one that is a realish one rather than some angel comes and grabs your hand and... even i still cry at...
pretend....that indeed it is just ...The Odyssey... dull years of it
There's no money in that for Mate coffee deal spons.... or bad youtube self pity vids....
the ' club' their ultimate club of we got hooked... so blame something unarguably bad... like her grand getting shot point blank in the bonce by the Nazis.. 'trauma'....
problem is... none of it works.
and anyway life is just an endless stream of morons come even closer with their pistol as you get older... especially if you do not show any hurt outside or inside
like me... i am bulletproof ...
I am quite sure a 'survivor' like Mister Mate knows deep down...his crap doesnt work......
but it keeps on bringing him custom....
and dopanine highs from the clicks
i dont get any as i never look and anyway just assume she put the feds on Mister "Groundhog", too...
problem is only one wise woman said " i dont believe in institution" or words to that effect on her Fakebook wall a few years ago...
but even that one, is not well enough self-educated in her non muvvatongue or any ...to have encountered line two of rhat cheery fine factoid: the PURPOSE of any....' institution' eg Mister Mate...should be to put themselves out if bizzness .. job done! the issue..or need for the institution, fixed...
.... and compulsion can be....
all the way..
such that you can go back and have a pint. or snort if you must...
by one REAL thing...and it sure aint god hes a conartist, wanting a codependent world...too...
to be cont
but be clear Ayn Rand was problematical....
she didnt have any answer either tho blesser for trying .
'playlist ' very incomplete work in progress as is the mote important one started 2 weeks ago superkalafrajalisticvanzen...cos it only got finnished the real life version
yesterlunchtime
and... a new... page...only a few get a peek at
That changes nothing as i have a tremendous backlog of bits to find and add on...just to make this 18 months seem sane and sequitur...
but.. in a week...i have a socket all to myself..a whole week...
duel...purpose
Someone ....knows what actual ' ally' is for....
at last.
... even if all day up in the few hills of this shithole just to...be above the fray... and get some real signal ..
... along me timbers; not rottin' like hers cos i look after my wood no matter what
I am now officially a Homerist.
Plus how to nuke two and a half milennia of their dodgy self pityin' duff book.
Homer got there, to the meaning of life a few hundred years before their " rit in 500 years BC" bullshit Torah version.... albeit with a few life-hack, albeit yuckword, quite good tips... such as turn the other cheek.. Most of The Time
sometimes just run..
no time to change this version to the hypertext in one word in link below entitled = bed
The kairos moment.... as finishing it off, in the sunshine....
i hit ' audio' "why not... i had enough of all the...."
hope....
and maybe back in the day.. of Holy Homer, maybe babes weren't as literary as ( quite likely) MUZZ Shakespeare ( who hired a gentry chappie to use his name as sometimes was the gender neutral case back in 'William's' day - hiring a well known pukka name as penname....... a good analysis of why much of Shakespeare, as indeed ..far more likely baberit of late.... .. and back 300 years before " and God said [ quite likly Misstranslated as God rather than TheWord .. there being many options in the original muvvatongue as to translation of that 'n'word...] " ....oppressed by dint of " shut up and skin a goat, or at least go and fix the fence, babes can do just as good as us litblokes... but writing's for men"... into not being able to write the word of the Bedgod
silly man wouldn' even be able to stop and think of ALL that matters: having, as lasternight, 9 magnificent hours sleep....
indeed i think..
but this is against the RULES that should be added to the Nurenberg Code if i am Miss Taken....
he referred to using sleep ' medication' in his dire few thousand pages ..
but accusing another " human" of anything medical without seeing their doctor's notes
be it " you are narcissistic / Asp-her-gers / [or as it used to be before they spent all night up on their stupid forums ] .. bipolar..or BPD or ' on the spectrum' " as is now common parlance for every Brit i ever meet.... especially female
should be an OffToTheHague crime...
making slanderoys aspersions HasBurgers or otherwise is evil..
especially whem i have sat with maybe 5 or 6 officially Court Commissioned " psych reports" on parents in front of me your UKtax paid a few grand for, to tyranise ...torture in fact...real torture ( i got a new one on my laptop now) ...quite adequate parents... that are - the expert dictats i mean, in language and intent, worse than anything Goebbels wrote ..
yankstoo i am sure even if their in"human" whorecrime, is just get the ...other..to shut up by shootin' em....
so yes there is more
i merely operate always every morning on the " if i die today " what does one wish to sumarise, for some next generation.. ... most days
about 10 more segments to be uploaded...soon
however...
How astonishing, i admit all my foibles...
Having grown up... beyond their bible which is gonna get your Irangeman in again....
rather than the greatest ex junkie in history ... cos publicshame he must have suffered many years is perhaps the greatest hurdle of all... RFKjr ... if i were rewriting the magnificat Moor's Utopia today with his " the community leader you want in charge is the one whom doesnt want to be in charge.." him second sighting JC the second cummin' of so called Christ 500 odd years later
i think a new commandment guideline for today is you really DO want a fully recovered ex junkie in charge...of the world...
cos apart from the whole world being ruined by ...compulsions....
a really really ex junkie ( you cannot find in UK, as their NA and '12 steps' are fake, i know a few been there done that... it largely, almost always) fails just as Russell did..to remain " human"....knows one thing
that lying to yourself is the root of all naughty step behaviour...and problems...
so, don't
and truly moving on, into the next 'moment' ...
where he is every atom different to his ex junkie bodily atoms of thepast, every seven years we are
( oops i forgot to add in that to her)
i doubt there has ever been a better example to our yoof or anyone...or more trustworthy politician.. than the magnificat Mister didn't Croak .. but grew up ...even if with a croak
Anyway have i wonkybonce rongheaded disorder?
1983 i know the exact day i found that song.....
out of the blue
And being am unYank actual modern human....
I always until this morning always had my interpretation of her genius lyrics... first line
my most played number of the 80s .... rarely far from my turntable
" ive got The Apple in me...original cinamon style"
i always just assumed, being MODERN,
.."The Apple"... was the Big one,
and they were sat at a Bowry diner in The Apple.... her tjoughbubbling me James [ very European in fact] Joycean style her stream of Molly Bloomate consciousness...
It set the whole tune for me... modernest woman critiquing all of modernity so magnificatly
But forty one years later...
what an utter madman braindead fool...!!
the 'apple' ..no caputalisation is....
that one...
from their nonsense Miss-O- munched-the-fruit loop, book...
Even if being a genius she latterly wrapped it all around in a modern sweetwrapper of a setting... and you never quite know exactly what she means...
That the great poet.. first equal of about 5 of his generation ...
can in 2020 demand another justasgood Van-poet be gagged and stabbed
cancelled
for expressing democratic concerns
in a song
about the likely violation of the Nurnberg Principles
on bodily autonomy....
means only one thing
Benji's button ..is pointing the wrong way ... get a new direction..
there's only One Direction....
now the other one tragically drugfuelled did a last bungee
no chord
And the greatest song of all time kindof must be. .. cos fuck me i had no idea, that..... ( censored)
equal with as always
the Aunty Shaman song...
cos obviously no one knows anything, never mind who anyone is even havin a takaway with them...nor what 'second sight' they may go and see next.....as they geniusly told all in a geniys word picture
...i don't think I have ever had him on boostaroo....
Gives an interestin' viscerbodyal echo....
into a 'shamanic' dimension of ...
Not important, except syorms are bessed experienced in the ' moment' right on the Westerliest clifftop edge ...all last winter....
Fabulous real weather rather than limpwristed so called storms as they may be endured inland....
And a so called sister...
Poor tjing bumlndled off to boardin' school age about the same age as the one i heard yesteraft speakin' of exactly the same getridofemitis this pestilant shoppin' aisle ....adopted
Behind their Biba scarfed masken faces...
Nuthin to do with me i got myself adopted by the yokels and thus self cured myself of all if you... age revolutionary eleven.
However....
( xxx remember to stick in ... it belongs with 'what is ralph' really..... the interview in august with the so called 'artist' at the cliff edge .... i first came accross her exact dopplegangbanger 15 years ago almost to the day...... " ehhh...ohhh so.... now we fucked The Wye at the bottom of your [ well known ex university prof, in Wales, very well known by the whole town: awful gyppo and black hatim' bigot.. easily verifiable every word dribblin from her gob for years] mum's byway.... i .. know the next generation are going to have to revolute a bit but i fear little hope..."
professor of some bullshit arts at St Martin's on her long xmas hols at mums ... well being Wales, (just inside by 500m).... all the deeds only in dad's name....
even in this century...
" ohh you CANT SAY THAT... my lovely students are so yummy lovely and so so so up on everuthing so much more than we were theyre really a new superrace...
i created
with my wobbly fat face and... demand they are perfect in every way... and how fare you even think this is not so ...."
only a childless fat unhappy wine and biccy addict ... a bit like Camilla Badman Gellish perraps...
demand...
Thistersummer, her exact copy, but its so so epoch definin'
the wordin'
so its a good job i was chroniclin' live camera action
it is the sanctamonious
" self righteous"
indeed rhe exact look from Stevie the goddess of and inventor of punk and actual real moderm ART. whisst poor Marina The Serb's still in her imported fake knockoff label bluejeans agravatin' her bad art crotch... and thus distractin' her from actually makin' real letgo art.....
. at ... well every second ..
but Houllebecq wrote that exact perfirmance art moment at 04.15 minutes in..
... into his own interpretation some decades later in Possibility or Atomisee... i can never remember witch
which is an insult to witches as at least they enjoyed the feeling if broomistick between the thighs....
mum's a bit of a b*tch
or rather just lost to bourgeois magpieing... like all the rest...
( insert one of many pics of' Cornish Magpie' symbology)
ancient history...
but seriously
very
when the 'elders' sit there on their fat arses...
as per thistersum'
her on one of these laughably dire 'artist retreats' to sit on fat arses at dull cliffedge vistas
and eat wine and biccies with others stole enough to afford the 300 quid aday n a half...
from near Totness
( as usual me Socratically Nestbesch MUTT zering ... [ MissKraut...the only young woman i ever felt desire for ... she broke through my tried and true defences by the only thing there ever was... that's 'desire'able....
spirit.... impossible! ... hers from ten universes up the foodchain she woz so impossibly extant ....what paradise even three short meetings... ] ... no fat mentory to our yoof for decades especially some smug rancid tjing Hay eay could understand, NestMUTTin'...is godly.... its called George-Mary-fuckin-Ann- Evans fucked em all up their dried up gussets too wulith her genius parables.... so as to PROGRESS fat cows like u not being sat on the duckin' stooltoo....
to death.
in one or two sentences, hers... from mine chronnies...
" ohh... no you are wrong... there is SO so much HOPE.... my small little [Tottytart, downshifted on stolen
SE drugmoney launderin' and armsbrokerin'
loot] community... has a few lovely lovely young people in our grassroots growin'
aware small circles i gather in .... who we encorage to be the future and..."
ohh really....
Een listenin' to that tosh for 15 plus years ...
But i get it.
The way to hide under the covers from rhe nuclear winter over the horizon
Is DO nuthin'.. except covenate in the corner twice a year smiling at some yoof who shares
izz err 'mental' ... disabilities
with some knowin' fatteratti...
who then recycles them into her defences against her conscience that she never DID ...owt..
( a trait began by the original TomPaulmen.... who conned the 'spiritual' out of everyone, especially the brown variant... whom suckered in George, and ... Ringo at least just wryly made jokes about Harry Hocus Pocus ....
Anyway that one or two lines i captured as most perfect real performance that aint very artful...
but us real
And is WHY there is no "hope"...
...none.
And why hope is a far worse swearword than *itch...
But....
The worst ever evil they committerate...
Dave's friends...mates
before the word 'friend' was stolen by a load of neurotic city folk . .
And repurposed into a notion that never was...
thats just a commercial clique
for clicks
country folk ..real ones...never did
" mate" being a word that really judt means someone to give you a lift to a yonder garage if your tractor breaks down... you will remember, forever... a favour to be returned one day
( THE only true Nazi dichotomy of this century how the worst offender Coelho of the' i must runaway and find a better spuritual guru ' poison penrit filth... also termed a real modern human perfect solution, finally ... his ' "favour bank"; a genius term.... almost mittigation for his genocidal earlier books except of course the first one that was great...his hooker book ok too....)
a real friend ... as Dave is boardin' the learjet for his offshore hols....
calls the feds
" his holiday packing ...includes enough to get him on an international drug trafficin' rap"
ten years pn from making the perfect parable..ir should it be allegory.... song
of many hairstrands ...like all great writing not tellin' the listener exactly what to think...
maybe Samson....
maybe... just fuck off and die everyone...
A few years on from his stay in The Pen.. booking made by his REAL friends....
" they saved my life... "
But nowadays every fat knowitall KNOWS...
its always their first line ( of defence... from having to think..or DO anything)
has been pig poked back into it's rightful place in history, the muddy pigsty of a faker fakin' 'is way to alcoholic oblivion....
having fucked up all his ' people' in his genes...
And the king of earworms is back.
Before his balls were gored by a passin' walrus called... " ohh you all gotta be like Mister Christopher Andy Murray Martimesque Bumfluff now... all sweet n fake" and they couldnt WRITE any more
never mimd perform it with magnificat Mrs Shakespeare on timeless Madam Macbethiam fruitjobbiness.... and laugh at a mere passin' storm...
But as for storms, i qpuld have prefferred to be on the cliff edge...
piss ... ( rememberin' to stick it out the leeside door)
on their pathetic words: ' bodily' ' visceral'.... bein' right in it
them
hurricanes...
Several indeed... ( goodun yesteraft)...
" confusion wanders in..."
blahh blahhh
" chaos and turmoil prevail..."
"HOPE is [ rightly] drowned..."
every perfectly nuanced primal scream....
" ahh but strangely we.... settle down..."
I know is the greatest psychotherapeutic relationship counselling moment in evolution... until the mermaids came along and slithered all over any ...common sense and primeval fact .. laying a trail of slug mucus ....
all the way to the door of even her rottin' hull....
merely a route to any ole penny farthing worth of they'll say ANY thing if they think it makes 'em...seem ..
... floatin proud above the sludge.... and maybe one day can cash in onit too....
... ( to all, 2016: " 80s wnderin up past his Towers, NYC... my my every hoodlum i ever met knew what a fey blingy creep...ignore him... or sneer at the gaucheacity wanderin' past his front door, mzn" and had the BBC, we woulf have shown how to be grown up.... )
A sane person ignores what should never be, and thus i had ignored bourgeois Dave's " Orange man" and missplaced my 'Ginger' in lieu of not recalling anything about the dullest man on the planet. Nor his suporters or critics. Even if, errata POTUS..
mind you RFK jr, if in the inner circle unsanctamoniously inniz highest innest sanctum ... is prob the only person on the planet with excellent mittigation for doin' one
in ..
hahhh hahhh....
god i hate so many typos but such 'fragile' broken kit and no power...so be it
( for the uninformederatti it is said fairly likely that Kamala is going to have to go on the leading Podcasts shevis so desperate to appeal to the bimberatti.... blesser ...)
Of course they omitt that already the Ginger has taken 100 mil dollars from the pro Dynamitists Adelson to keep buying dynamite
But anyway RFKjr the only politician ever, cognisant still of the Blair haiatus.... excepting JC2.... modern people including myself feel they can trust
Ralph even made a long comment - thats a twice a year event at most, 7 days ago ...
anyway ....no hope for a people who cannot understand " less is more"..... nor a planet where they set the example.... cos the scrofulous 'developing' rest of the world ...aren' stupid: why should they cut back when the rest cannot ... by example.
but one thing above all seems to at last come of age a tad: authenticity...pays.
Never mind being THE key to actual 'mental health' cos you go bonkers telling a falsie...about who you are.... especially to yourself.
even the Chrets of old figured ..
but when you get a message albeit a week ago from THE only one for decades you assumed WAS and will remain 100% authentic in what she projected to my face for 7 hrs solid mid Atlantic...
THE only one for two decades.. only one... never mind " take pity ... not only did i send you, alone, a copy of the ' simon c'est terrible [ as in War and Peace, tragic but lofty ...and beautiful in a grandoise bonkers way] ' letter as i value your total committment to lofty causes all your life you proved to me with your eyes .... and yes also i need your lovely passport"
There never was any point.
when even she just became a [ big fat chunky, loads of rare metals] Blingatrice...
and using 'ethnic'atrice as a sales pitch, like all the rest
But worse...
even after the deepest re " connection" that 21/22 Christmas NYE ok just a few messages at last... so deeply deep and a bunch of digital flowers in my inbox ...
cannot respond to " you are powerful... among the chatteratti and even with the actual Euro Queen....you an official fashion activisterator and ultra femimister... get yer fellow famous babes out on the Brussels streets marchin' !... solidarity with the bravest humams ever ...ever... a fait accompli they get murdered, and raped afterwards - their rapists too pathetic to do it up front....brightest eyes ever staring into dull Mullereyed last abyssrs......them young Iranian burnin' bra babes ... had enough of all that ' 'crap'..."
you get 'ghosted'...
And then ... you still get some selected spam ref some commercial pimpin...
there is no authenticty anywhere ever...
curious in that all sorts of utter Ginger haters ( meetoo), have had enough and .... are sort of going for a BIT of authenticity ...just a bit....
will make people actually have a mind, again to....
take part
And thats all you have, ever...
Bernies are going Trumpies just cos of one croaky voiced man's authenticity ... no one else seems to even recall.... its even 'sexy' ..
( well she is .... the choccy mong- a compliment as they are often the wisest of all, and far more likly indeed to be Pilgerites .... and THEvsolution to all this 'race' or 'people' garbage... mong#1 agreed a year ago: interbreeding is it.....but tjis one, wow, flip... sex on fire !!)
and Oddschecker is pretty accurate
The Ginger has twice the betting power... now.... 7/10 vs 7/5
thats am astonishing swing... almost entirely based on some incredible new thing... a perception of some miraculous new authenticity due an actual ' community' at the top containing at least one who is...authentic
too many early morning readers before my pure genius dancin' balancing act complete... ( two old phones no battery, oldest raggety laptop in world ditto blahh blahhh)
phone full of waffle needs some waffle removing to free up space before editing an audio with a bleep i forgot to do ...
the last post - creation of .... a tango ...on eggshells - the yolks all sucked dry years ago by me.... but still a job and a half to get ready in one splurge ...
but why the WTF hasn't this gone ' viral' or had more than 15 clicks even if i never hashtag or alogorithm game. ...and never look at my own channels or comments or anything until I.. capital I in italics... need her
As i do... not cos of need but cos it's goddess power time...
maybe
÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷
ohhh my pictorial fotojournalism will get a lot more pointy hat
soon....
never mind ' conformity' ... even if it is laughable; a decade of the "self righteous" ( god i love it she said that about Rory its a perfect poem in just those words ) ... of the SR lot so botheri g about their bodies...of course they nwver did jihad against injustice ...eco or otherwise... the CONFORMISTS and hope hurts 13 oct 1415ish
but FAR more important, info in from an under 30..." the thirty year olds remain sometimes rather precious..my lot getting better balance.. and the twenty year olds a seemingly getting their feet back on the ground" ..wow...
Intouchables, fine....
but books, go into your soul and stay there...
good ones unlike anuthing rit here except Cusk...and her... ( bouncin' on her Tightrope)
like Reader on the 6.27
like Ove but yes i agree dear librarian its a bit... not quite right
like ... Pereira Maintaims
lije ( with reservations, why oh why did she give a bloke purchase at the end after givin' her own dad, Rushbridger, one up the bum, twice, by attacking his 'Guardian' in her glorious sedition piece, quite rightly i knew face to face what a miron he is as i was his book search man face to face...his actual hobbies my my how Telettubbie..).. How To Kill your Family
like .. a few other Eurobooks i shall list on how to live on and.... endure
like .... well... there is only Silas
* .... herding them, over their cliff, of thinking 'publicity' helps anything in a ( to quote Pilger before his death " big brother talk" ......oops: or was that someone else i forget as my life is remarkably full for someone spent the summer being Siddartha plus Orwell's tramps combined.....) me guilty, cos.... the idea that the bossocracy may respond to ones ( their, plural) ' story' was so so fey
...of metoo....
However....
if ' story' can be " shared" .. well made, undoubtedly not fake.... the camera necessary in that too...
Cathy... Roach's Cath.... even the fey BBC admitted over decades......
Came Home and vomited all over the then status quo... a bit.
Change is so so so
ebb and flow .
grain of sand moving up the beach
a bit
'n back out into their polluted seas...
And maybe one day...
( unless a Gwerk mermaid gets it stuck up her fanny)
gets repurposed into being a core constituent
in a shiny new pane of glass.
This one...i need to make, may be crystal clear and let out all of
what should never ever be
as clear as daylight
Or to be Polish
( their etymological development ...a tautology in that etymology is development i guess.... damn the words.. of 'The Sublime', so so superior to the ' English' fey version
wzniosłość
in fullest intellectual historical usage INHERANTLY implies
" lofty intent" ....
honour
( genfed neutral)
just obvious goodness or descency
unlike the suspicious Turnerate usage historically so, in this sceptic Aisle whereby he ate one of his own paintings sheltering from a powerful " vengeful" act of god in a cave ... a merely routine thunderstorm...
And as it wasnt organically certified canvas and oil and full of real toxins unlike the made up foodfaddist imaginary ones... had a really bad belly ache for days after dribblin daiohrea over the remenants of his great unseen and part eaten work ...
as he was too pathetic to just persist, even in the rain....
so yes Polskis use the word in a far more interesting manner....
playlist trying to put these clips into one user friendly stream will come ( in lieu of no reliable electrical power to sit for 5 hrs and edit into one video ... yet)..soon.
Under construction.
A sample ' communication ... example of how to neutralise ALL arsey ( immaginary) conflict you all are addicted to, will be here in 24 hrs, assuming i have a siesta today)
PLUS this also belongs in the superSIMPLEzennyvanmindfulness
page to build up, soon...
soon...
this technique was used lastereve infact to thank the mutual "hacker"...
( never ever THINK of what to communicate digitally after teatime.... the kairos time percolates whilst enjoying lovely farming jobs ... and later on if still there inbonce as almost a poem... just trot it out ..)
hashtags: thanks ..real THANKS! to grownup lost hullrotten princesses, with their blocking finger ... my data limitations ...unintentionally! were swept away as if by shamanic vudu magic wand...
( the " sincere REAL thank you" element must be real.... then mindbodily the poetical letter written later on is creatively pure and a joy ... real 'energy' - rather than their instagram of nothing, but self promoting tragic whimpering about "energy" for attention and money, ......to write)
other hastags later
so, their 'full moon' ...
Only of course if you are stranded on this lump of rock, 99% bimbo...and that's just Russell Brand. If the sillyman with his showoff spliffing on television and amassed crowds of homoerotic whoop whoopers ever gets to Mar, and sets up camp, they will have to adopt some other nomenclature. Flyinpigsmoon... nomadeupmythsfortouristsmoon
...
As, as discovered at the first long totally offgrid - no servicrs or neighbours one for one km camp, supposedly for a month or two from Sept 2009, hahh hahh best laid plans.... four years later the actual ' living in tune with naycher' "human" learns that bright early mornings - being standard "human" does hisrher work in the day and dozes off earlyish evwning, when it feels colder anyway, but up even at 0400 the body has warmed itself up under the bearskins and it is astonishing how you can wander around in shorts well before the dawn, when it is warmer and you feel warmer from a night of bearskins... being the so called ' tribes' - their silliest word of all for bluehairs from Wolverhampton, cannot bear skin... unless they ' control' the .....
control the..?
control....
The longer i live...or merely reflect upon years of their reality in their bizarre society i know not what they wish to control....or ' need' to. .. but faux control is what it all became... my whole dull lifetime.
Super hunter bluehair moons... whoop whoop.. a camp dweller knows just silly new ( 'age' is the worst of all so called insighful descriptors) words, for why its a phase of the month, when the camp dweller can awake early .. 4am... and gave a few hours of extra light to catch up on chores....
Thats a point, so all the .. ( there are no words for wuwu woke or bored latenight- and by definition in " human", users of bad info online as it became) ..precious lot...
I meandered up a Marches street 99ish thinking " god almighty theyre all becoming so precious.." ...
can get onto Wimmins' hr from Mars and moan about interplanetary menstrual justice being that being at a different mooncycle, they all gone out if sync!
petition facebook group and lots of free airtaxi fayres back into the studio back on the mothership.... to feign consternation, THE currency if a sick nation
Even if i think skiving from the absurd military industrial complex ... just a hydrocarbon powered hamster wheel.. is a fine and honourable pursuit .
Except do it based on truth. Real ' pain' ...oops getting near to banned subjects as blokes can't hint anything ref not needing a paracetamol as stone age cavewomwn had no choice *
real pain is a splendid thing and defines the...lines...
* ... its astonishing still the Yanks, and other so called modern peoples, those Polskis too... cannot manage one simple line
" even in stoneage Newcastle Brown addled UK, by about 1975 certainly early 80s... every bloke there knew and wouldnt even hint after ten Newcey Browns... that what a woman does with her womb is any other 'human's business to EVEN THINK about, ever... not for one millisecond" ... and no one ever did...
( copyrite moi, the above, ten years ago ...my simple para developed to get dull men using the internet to understand other cuntries, whom also think they understand the US legal structures via their dumbfuck internet, to shut the fuck up...)
As some backwards country like USA or is it some lesser European place is still unable to manage simple Payneian rhetoric
Arsiness, fraud (ref wages - very common in UK landwork the last decade), children dressed as 'personality' curators or costumed Gwerkians... and the 99% whom cannot STOP and not bite back digitally or otherwise... both sides of your equation.
Next....already in the can. Even if my phone filled up with et more silly video so the work required to move files here and there and backup all is often a two hour thing .. tough when unless one became even more ultra zenvannedmindfully... that would have been on an hour of battery each predawn...
But i got 'there'....
Soon. And thus .. soon, all will be put right all holes filled in.. soon. There is now 'purpose'. Which is only about tomorrow.
Damn i forgot that line " a great parentwoman will teach you...as i was randomly lucky to be taught in 1992... by the most hard to figure one of them all.. and she hates me as i did, in time.... katrina taught me with kids it's ONLY about what you do..NEXT...only... ever... ever ever ever....yesterday irrelevant next, only"
How did she sneak under my skirt hems and through the radar array...? I liked that day by her rock.
Shelter From the Storm (not me).
Who the hell WAS she...?
So called MA or Phd
of...
Shitfilm ok he was ok but why not do
(another one yesteraft who was it? it will com back...very very samesexual until... he changed his mind, later in the day..
...and went and bred a BIG family...)
The film that influences far more by majority?
There is no reasoning or rationalising, as to why... she goes sulky. Unfriendly; as I know someone who NEEDS to be herself and have some influence - you cannot get more splendidly her own woman than " i wanted to eat his crappy artwork left out on our kitchen worktop, and shit it out onto said worktop" As the ultimate act of fabulous expressionism...
Though i personally disagree in that NO 'human'... as cultural construct; mad bad dangerous to know 'actor'... is ever worth any of their property - mother earth's raw m,materials in first instance, as it will be again in the last instance, being defaced or destroyed or even recycled.. until it's fullest man-made phase has been seen through to completion.
But i do not domineer with " you shouldn't do that.." never have. No point in UK for 20+ years no one can listen to simple solutions, only clever dick mushroom cloud solutions that...look and sound big, and higher...
And what tales of youth! ( a social worker, too) " he ....[ keep it simple: there is a line we all knew about, and his pervy wankstuff in a motor on your youthful windy headland on your celebration night.. bet it was Levant Atch hahh hahhh certainly crossed it...] ....crossed THE line...
" but i never considered my self traumatised by serious wonky sexymad behaviour, all alone me and bigger than me, him... not once"
Far more interesting the tales of how age 20 'exiled' dad - a euphemism for being a bit to pally with the Third Reich... but at age 15-20 you simply know nothing - it is all a bit rabbit in the headlights....settled 1945 or 46... and started fast breeding as reaction one hopes... and populating so called 'Cornwall' with loadsa Poglets... and doin' an honest day's work down Mary Moviestar's repurposed not very good acting stage...sss....
The only one i just do not get!
Of a year and a hlf of lost causes, as they have no 'cause' nor have they ever...it's a free world but don't tell me GAbor everyone's fey Mate and his same ole' record on repeat of intergenerational trauma - not even worth quote marks as his filmstar looks won - all people respond to - looks... and became your thinking..
Even if merely 'rote'. No facts behind it. No trying to actually BE anything else other than clever excuses to moan.. rather than DO.
Which is extremely hard to hear as a younger person with genuine 'depression' or 'addiction'...
Maybe what is easier to hear - as every 40-70 year old in UK lies when they say their yoof are gentle and sweet (a virtue signal gone very wonky)... no they aint they have been semi-brutalised by Affluenza consumerism materialism etc etc etc... not their fault as my generation had good books like Affluenza decades ago..
(and my own copyright diagnosis, 25 years ago.. Eastendersism... being the ANGST one began to see on tv around then.. endless angst..of course kids pick it up from the telly...as did mum and dad.. just shittvism... far more serious methinks than even being one of Gabor's pet junkies - what they are! .. for humanity at large..)
Anyway.. there you are much of May...
Day one you herald and flag solidarity
I mean if it wasn't for
Solidarność
and Lech...
Well, things would likely be different..
Even for "warrior" Serbs..
And i always talk no matter what about my Poglet... always have..no blind spots no self pity no faked trauma for Gabor's workshops...
So her and I have the ultimate ... she lives for her three adult kids... knows metoo... mine a Poglet, Shetoo!
surely the ultimate in
splendid Solidarność
But i am glad.. i really DO understand....
all of this land
Except upland and maybe further away fringelands way away from the Southern tourist - all 'incomers' are .. unless they really do have to learn to become farmers depending on real mutual benefit, by solidarity (better not speak European to most of them as THEY voted for... [ fact, as i wandered many farms from 2017-19 in places where there were not even any brown folk for many km.. " well at least it will keep the black folk away.." heard day after day].... higher input costs, which is what BREXIT is...
Uplanders, farmer types sometimes...perhaps the odd poet left in the very fringelands of The Cheviots - not so much a tourist incommer hotspot...
know you have to have FEW words.. and FEW people.. more than a handful is just an endless party... and nothing gets DONE at parties...
and those words and people you use.. solidarityish.. you remeber, mean, and are the basis of 'community' or rather just getting by...
But i know that ALL SWers.. are the same as Londoners... in a big anonymous puddle of polluted water. ... Its a free country but don't pretend otherwise as pretenderism makes you ill is all i know...
..pontificating on " the equation of, is hurting Blue Helmets an eight or nine out of ten on the baddie scale?.. so we can make some 'judgement'.."
Because by seven or eight years ago i knew, do not blame the Military Industrial complex, CIA Mi5 or even kiddults like Starmer .... or Green MPs... or big business.
Only blame the people for
failing to retain the better education and wisdom we did to some extent have in the 80s ... that gave us Ignatief, and even Chomsky when not being too drole and inhuman.... and even Paisley and McGuinness sat down and had a sneaky guinness together whilst pretending to pray at the pew....
the people never knew
cos they failed to care
to listen
And enquire
Anyway the problem with the
evil Deathstar that is the BBC and especially superwoke World Service
Is that once in a while, in fact maybe only 4 or 5 times in 20 years of my sometimes tining in... if one is early riser and catches the 04.45 ...
Yes Israel got it up the bum bigtime ... but i even doubt they have such a ....
her 'struggle' .. thister0445...made me cry ... not in sympathy...pity.... for her
but utter total admiration for a young woman who can even kindof so smartly laugh at " our tent may get splatted at any moment"
I dont think, errata i know... just like with little Malala... sadly no English can ever be as big, and godlike communicatrix as....
Aiya...
And the people..these ones ... simply dont know why... all life should be cherished cos its not about fringe element jihad nutters whi could be bribed back to the straits if narrower behaviour, as history has always shown, its about thousands of her...
Sam Harris really is quite disgusting, and proves ' meditation' does not...work
( many audiis from the ladt 3 months ro stick in here, now, too...plus summerwalks.... i gave up years ago knowing there is no hope..not even The beloved funnyman Mong ..one of the smartest men i have ever met, cared...nor is able to remember our excelent education via Joan of the Black Bushe, nor the flawed Godbard, himself.)
...story, that will never be told... except out in a few carefully chosen texts already...
With one purpose, only..... to see if a few carefully curated and tollerated ( a year) gussets could ever get really juiced up ever again, with real 'human' story juice... cos the best stories. Are for that....
don't know why i didn't finish that last little irrelevent smatteration into the concaternation of worldwide crapperating...
Juneish...twenty twenty... Bozza has told, demanded the neurotic London-set, freakedoutophobe at every bug and smell, mad atomised nation " Be family... 'ts all yer got.."
No hope...
But .. three months in to becoming a true Troubadour - ( no one will listen, i sat in a dusty gaolyard in 2003, the HOTTEST death-summer in European human history... and we listened to a true one - an actual man who earned his bought bohemian look, and dusty cowboy boots and twirly moustache.. a pukka actual oppressed Troubadour .. strumming his guitar for us in that yard..of NO mad people, no lost-their-dignity tramps and illfolk... unlike the equivalent UK demographic)
From March 2020 .. upstuck finger.. every day in that glorious perfect 100 days of unbroken sunshine and less Solitude than for years...
Out on my very old bike.... avoiding Mrs RAchman... and then developing a superb new byway technique of chatterating up the neuroteratti...
" Boz just put out an edict.... anyone meeting someone in the lanes must stop and talk for half san hour at least...ideally Neruda's compulsory hour before a conversation 'begins'......"
ang on.... how did i miss that:
Decision made, having got it out....
And at last had the kairos time ( fuck Oggle and all their useless data for their pighead AI and now powered by 'Kairos'nuke... the smartalecs try and steal the best words that define the impossibility of ever knowing anything, ever...or even when kairos may come and unintelligently bite you on your bum and smile i wun...)
I must die in .. there....
So, a brief superspeedtyped hour of predawn battery...
The Fargian Sky News addicted weirdo ex muso, 'bigot' but so sad his only log chopper is in fact an immo Kurd... relative-by-marrige, almost the only person whom will talk to him and do his bidding when his ailments make him sulk...
He such a creep.. except me who performed his last rites, getting his music online for him even if he never understood " copyright is GONE!,, character only, in lieu of some timeless Sublime harmony ...
"now gets clicks.. like Terry Reid decades on, almost the only one, i want to hear him speak he just MAY have something useful to say about this real human condition..
" and he learned to let go....all the way... you got a LONG way ...to go
Not even a long story... as no muso ever has anything to say that's sane or unmuso.. about musac... 40 years ago i knew... and anyway all said 'neighbour'ly detritus merely moaned at the simply paradise Woodlanders setup all around...
Back to the 15 may 1886... his great book.... revealed every day from 2013... on warped drive...
(down one)
anyway there we were Juneish Year of Our Lord told everyone to slow down...
Except they just moaned... and watched Sky News (and the bug tickertape) driving themselves madder...
And one day coming down from a day forgetting about them, in the hills...
A ... well one cannot say the 'n'word or even refer to woodpiles..which was a splendid neutral boys in the wrong hood kind of expression...until Big Brother went and had a sex change...
. But "WTF is THIS?"..
" A brown man in Mister pretend performative racist's back garden..."
Followed the one most extraordinary telepathic minute of my life...
Cos i don't goad big beefy brick shithouse builders....
Being a 100% confirmed Miss Anne Thrope: all neighbours so mad NO ONRE could even be relied upon to feed the ferrits AND always double check cage closed behind... and none actually care about nature, even the cygnetbaby Swans murdered in the ponds around by mad tyrannical yooof.. the otters double murdered by neighbouring fascist landowner good-ole'-farmer-boy Charlie...
... nor waddle their fat arses to track the otters from Sheepwalk to Flintsham... an extremely easy bit of obvious tracking the ottercideres... just had to sit and wait... one evening after their pub
But....
Telepathy
" fuck this shit.. prod my beefy beefness to see if i am real.... if you want ..... yes i know what you are thinking... whatzz one of me doin' ere...at anti-immo central TV addict slophouse.... so.... you don't care about DEATH either.... lets...play..."
two years of true...love....
jihadderism to the death.. by word ... the 'jost'.. their horrid smartphones....
Anyway.. fast forward a few weeks...
From then..
" look Mister red spot ... merely taxi driver to the actual real hippy babes down to their Black Bushe whereas i was there at the front swooning over Joan.. then scarlet... you hangin' round the bogs in the mud hustlin' for your next fayre.... now you know i am a tech supremo and even speeded up your virus addled and porn afflicted, Dell 1525... defrag / glary / and ten hours all it took... god the underclass really are pathetic when it comes to basic maintenance and fixin'... please listen to ONE piece of info, only.... your tinny awful ifone piece of world ruining crap.... is your business, even if not here as we never had signal here... nor will.... but you say or probably lie about this too that you like musac.. please .. never ever listen to any through these horrid music stealing devices... all of them dire... without a ..and there are only about 5 left in the world... the masses aren't entirely stupid sometimes, everyone bought, and bought off ebay first generation.. BOOSTEROO.... despite the pathetic hipster-surfie spazname as usual.... they WORK.... they BOOST.. the tinny horrid sound from your
I phone
therefore I am
(ooh i like that i am on good form thismorn never ever a second of aforethought nor second to pause and think)
Of course, 'arrogance' is a strange thing - in this awful land basically is simple: i am from the city, you are a yokel and not. Which is the ultimate in absurdism as they all BOUGHT .... MY country acres and paddocks.... they lust for the 'Good Life'.... they seem to venerate and value..it
The simple rural life...
BUT they simply cannot EVER ..listen to the person who actually became that three decades ago, once more...
A supremely interesting 'equation'
Hark after 'goodness' in a simpler rural place, which obviously also means living there will sort your head out... and THIS those living there - largely there though in my own case 5% elsewhere reticently (only, quite quite deliberately to go off yonder and seek non English womb, then show child the world) over 30 years...
So.. you encounter, meet, find, someone who has managed to be more or less only OF these 'Good Life' places... even he had lockdown busted to come and visit....
And then you completely ignore theior sagely wise advice.. when one is rural ... one doesnt bullshit, doesnt ever charm or fake it ..it is about only ONE thing: what WORKS...and what does not...
And thus spake Zarathustra .. a load of silly neurotic bile as most city neuropnuters usually do..., rather than listen to.. the Rockman...
Be rock.. years of nothinfg.. no one nothing in depopulated of REAL people, rural fringelands means only one thing: you dont waste time lying or saying ANYthing for effect...
There is no point.
And thus....arrogance is such a curious word. Basically it merely means of the city.
Or built up suburbs such as Pastylandshire..
In the real rural places there is ONLY 'information' - about what works, which garage is still vaguely honourable and "human" - none in Powys or Herefordshire once the yuppies moved in.. resentment is a strange thing...
And the city man... well in my book he isn't really a 'man' as men of both sexes know one thing: you need reliable info to just persist...
Which brings us to....
Now.. music is of little interest really and at least one human listened "i educated myself via Saint Joan De Baez. fact...."
But how did i not see that....
Because on these awful little screens... laptop out today predawn as jihad cometh...
soon
'twas left on open tab... from when i was last at her place.... of books.
I had no idea they had so aged and look quite pasty faced and shrivelled from when...i woz thereabout age 22 in the front ... ears still hurting from the loudest of them all.. by far.. then
But....silly me... only one 'human' ever had me paying my own money to go to S Am....
("ohh... fuck: google Bolivia, poorest country in S Am.. oh well gonna get stabbed within two paces of the airport..if we make it to the airport their air transport has such a bad record.." within one minute at said hairy port.. " hark....what is THIS.... it cannot be.. i hear above in the mezanine... laughter.. REAL laffin..like real BELLY laffs... i havent heard that decades and these taxi hustlerdrivers.. dont even care who comes out the front door to hustle.. theyr all laffin.... whats this weird saudade place")
It's the faces.. you just have to look at the real actual UNCYNICAL joy on the faces...
of the crowd, who can dance to kindom come you dont need any controlly TAngo teacher to herd them... purest modernity at its purest best... girlies too sweat pouring from under their armpits... sweat not of "do what i say to the rhythm" all infected with here....but
freedom
pure
and living in the actual real moment, now...
I only ever saw in S Am.... cos the next in olden days of Thatcher's buddy Pinochet...you may be dead
Never ever forget.. fuck even slightly cynical Karl Ove's Europe.... THE place to die - there is only one....
And with the boosteroo... back there in the front row. Poor man...so called 'man' couldn't listen...can any English? ever.. i wonder not
Meanwhile back to now.. now.. now....
And the Year of Our Lord .. they never listened to your slow down...
But some at least made the most of their time finding old tapes...
Even i am quite amazed even if theres nearly no good Roches .. the truest greats...
Quite extraordinary how the one pretty uncynical .... i think you gotta to be uncynical yet also Miss Anne Thrope for the right reasons (yes requires education - real educations ) to
actually become an ever better axe man... smiling..... a real smile....
Funny that I haven't looked that one up for a while....
Indeed only thistermorn
And though sadly some people one must orphan onself from forevva... and never think of them... evva....
Define sad lost conceit...
( i never think of i was merely pondering i would like to change my name to VAn...something )
A certain uncle was in fact as good...
Once....
But to hear how they over the years incorporated soul... almost turned their one of five or so true greats into a ballad.....
Is quite extraordinary i had no idea....
And a noncynic intros.. " unconditional luv.."
And... Edward Van...RIP.... i reckon years of lookin' at Samuels's silly pink trousers doin' the splits on MTV
Learned the only lesson there is.... we are laughable...at.
The dullness ... bleakness...one has had to endure.
Fifteen years.
If it could be summed up in one simplest change ... or 'evolution' is a better word ( being blind, unless their holograms and Watchmakers are controllers in their head....)
The lack of anyone in this society to believe in stories...
Good old fashioned Homeric endurances that have a twist in the tail, that could just as easily be a case of
Penelope had not only kept her knees locked tight against the crowds of suitors...
But also they being of a diferent cultural construct to her - disloyal, immoral and randy no matter whom , she had found a way of escaping and setting herself up in the chickenshed aside the fancy decadent hoi poloi's mission control.
And over time she had evolved into her own person ... so so kindly and wise warrior
...honet et droit.... to quote Serge ...
Unlike all English so called literature for many years...
Like modern European literature for a decade...
Especially Reader on the 6.27..
A twist out of the blue at the end when all was lost in a pool of stale pee...
a
life
affirming
rather splendid...
Ending.
But I am loyal... even to wonky readers or scanners, here.
Firstly the two years, since Ralph first stopped two years ago, and said no more ever not one of you is worth one second of my precious time, my twenty really, so we better just stay on the first chronicle, starting .... hmmm.... what is best period? ... the simple tales of 2010 to about 13....
only because, uhhh huhhhhh.... 50% of what comes out of his knowing 'muso' fake gob, is illmaking.....
but being another end of era... just over the horizon
fuckety ferkin i woke at 6am today " ohhh good ... lovely sleep....switch on Something Understood as so many Sundays before.... " and shucks they nicked it... Wrightytoo...
only once a month do we go off marchin to Johnny...
with fingers in ears when he actually talks his smuggeratti old farteratti...
but ...50% of the discs ee spins remind you of saudade when musac told a TRUE simple story
... like Herbert Bates in 'is Lydia....
rather than the psychomadselfcrucifixin mad woman...and her modern cult of" twas izz fault.!!.Heathcliff made me ... kill myself to death by having a self administered, innadequate diet, lockim up!!!"
havent heard years ... teartime
rather than the mad woman who groomed coerced and manipulated a whole century, and her descendenttoo
( or just...greed.... as many empty bedrooms today as tgere are whimperin women from Roach's Cathy...folk ....in the emergency roofless list...now...as we speak...no ferkin Gwerkomerm actually bothers to rite letters to the council or rich bitch up the road...to even point this out...twill all manifest itself in the end)
