Wednesday, 30 September 2026

Now THE last JOB i want to turn into an art work

 As it is about the art of compromise, even for the useless browsers of the internet, who are so thoughtless they must be bots..

And thus won't even be perturbed by being told how way way low down in the foodchain of people pleasers they are, compared to the Surrey girl who came to live on the River Arrow.....not far from where i used to live....

Cons everyone she  is going to set up an 'environmental organisation' with her inherited cash... a mere half a mil maybe thats what the chip is on her shoulder..?

The Queen people pleasing gibber... ahahh that sounds nasty, well not really as I remain in contact with her, or did...AND her very bestie mate chubby incomer both i met at the same time as they ran away from the SE in 2020... when after thirty years they fall out.. (different auras or chakras or whatever made up excuse for hating themselves is these days)

But a few months ago arose a clever ruse

To have them both working on an important project. A REAL ultimate bridge that various have agreed is groovy - two from opposing sides collaborating to create a book about a tragic incident ... this summer on their underwhelming moors...finding some neutral decent joint opinion in writing...even a top PR said "wowser what a great idea.." 


 healing....  or at least philosophical....


But there's one thing you really cannot fix, and that's obviously many years even before she came with the rabble to play country girl ... and never ever put anything 'back' ever..lies deceit bullshit..

one tolerates.. if one day it may make a most fab 'case study'... libel proof as she knows... the complete and utter pandemic of people pleasing which is obviously a neurotic reaction to inadequacy so its to be empathed ... except there's no point as theyre all at war with each other the last 2 or 3 years  who is the Queen Empath


rather than EVER DO anything real...to ever actually augment any real issue in the non towny regions..

i know i have the chronicle..

Rachel cusk i think began to question the rural (majority) in her first few books i loved em... and she concluded, hmm a bit wonky but i cant really say why

thing is it got SO much more interesting..far more so than sill cities..

And nobody ever tells the actual truth of it all..i call that very Orwell and co

anyway back to her... really its not changed since feudal times at all even the swishy 4wd Misteress of HER own Lil' Universe...

Its all based only on jealousy.... secretly lusting after a bigger castle... while pretending their 'energy healing' works..

or even i bet in her case money launderer... as i jokingly said so many times just to survive the way they are one and all so so boring, and predictable...every single one


 but no more there's no point - not one of them even when a few weeks ago says FAB ..  "and i know the book world.." 

ever ever means what she says
Why the rural lands died a long time ago....

And the only hope was ever (hence Mister Schism four years back) forgetting they ever existed and attempting to roll out the chronicles..of them... far far more interesting than even the greatest book of them feudal times... Mister Stendhal and his Scarlet and Black...  exactly fist equal with georgie and her silas... both remarkably similar deep down.. 
just about pride
and being stuck in the stone age

or pre dark ages really when i'm sure they couldnt collaborate either

so all that really matters is the jobs

 


and fixing gets done no matter what

and as for on the cliff edge therapy a skip of books about to be chucked in the ocean

( they do that in the provinces as all the fey schoolteachers even 20 years ago as was well known so wussy risk aversey ....no To Sir With Love in one of them!! failed to teach their kids to fight  


ooh it is fun listening to trenching radio   . keep One connected... and listening to the fine Frenchie yoof   

yes they taught the rural youth to feel special slash entitled  to plenishystuff when decades back Horrorfordshire became about whose dad sold a wrecked  barn ( they were too lazy to maintain)  to a yuppie for a million and might get him a GTi or whatever they have now   

to get really nasty to the more  fluffy  lit who are in their way  and overtake blind bends thus increasing the death rate of said teens way above the mean...

cos they feel meantoo....

especially about book ' learning'.. 

as one so often merely sighed at...

.



ahahh but the most enjoyable fix...next

cures any ' stress' or worry . 

So, what you have to DO...

 to save the films to save the many thousand read or browse material

all very plenishy ....eventually

even for you

or you must be mad to return. By the thousand




THE hardest of all rural jobs
real trenching, deep and mucky
is how you make the best beds for next year

and yet half of them come in and think pilates is the only way to sweat... of course you can do it in a nice group of the same too scared to go out and find out iof their elderly neighbour needs a dig over perhaps..

as one has seen for years
once those bijou cottage ulgrades began

" be the change..." they all say..i have yet to meet one who recharges their batteries NO matter what.... or they may pretend, until their yurts run out or Prozac...
 




nor does one ever find ANY parent attempts to make their kids keep reading, no matter what
even paying them to is better than the alternative




and i can't even find the time yet to find the pictures among many thousand of the library in all its glory ....1000 ish books collected over the years... even when ... dot dot dot

Those Oracles...

 

So every spiv Oracle Girl, Charles Eisenstein,  never mind awful 'therapists' either invaded the Swetsern Lands, or if they couldn't afford thirty grand plus, an acre, to put their yurts up on and attract the Party crowd from Snotty Hill, when they get bored... ended up in The Marches (where they also guzzled pukka proper London cocaine at Christmas from 2007 or 8ish..the dealers - errata great mates from back home,  need time out, too....) 

Thing is all of them not one with their endless 'work on tghis and that and whatever voodoo ever speak of the actual PURPOSE of their therapies or what the not...



para one of quite a few 

which all trickles down into a range of recent pages and collections
I know work...



and all sorts that riff back to 


as i know exactly the universal rules one discovers by living them, of how to actually evolve ...even if its slow.

But until i get the libary saved

 and back on the road....so small a thing in fact as I've never had such a contented year just seeing what does emerge as really worth sharing...and just how much iof a pickle so many are in...
time wasting
Is a GREAT purpose i did know was THE purpose 5 years ago...

And if it can't be...nothing 'comes up' that's not how the faeries work, the one greatest reward is you know exactly why the whole of society went brittle, and un-cooperative (even the farmers realised they must share plooghs to stay alive the last 5ish years) 
Cos yer all deep down Maggie fans...
Even if pretending to be all Pandy and cuddly
Exactly the same as America....you all slag off,  what a dull life..
Which will always stay dull as i know as it cracks which it will.. Trump wont be favouring UK in the diesel rationing out...
I shall not even bristle with any emotion, as i know what the tricks are...
Having been forced to live them several decades.. 










now.. infantilising, is the actual word for 'charity' whereas teamwork and solidarity to just for example work on how one politics against an unaffordable housing regime..is really adult.

this

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/09/charity.html


will one day merge with this new page...

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/the-greatest-reset-will-be-art-too-some.html


all i know is if the next generation dont learn from our ;'struggles' - the real version, theyve really no hope

As almost all is universal and unchanged since feudal times,,,

except the planet has run out of clean bits for the creatures to thrive... 

even NAomi figured that 20 years ago and i adore it that i have a splendid chronicle of how no body listened even if they may have paid twenty quid to be SEEN hearing her speak at some 'festival'  - or isn't she as sexy as Yannis who of course got his slot at HAy Festival...

As that's always what it has been for 200+ years "for The English to see...". so said those fine Portuguese..


'CHARITY'


















phew done even if 'with errors'

how....ever... two birds one stone



 



So...charity - i have a great big essay on this brewing a long time

A decade ago or more it was obvious that every fake charity in the world wanted to set up in The MArches - far enough away from the inspectors...
so i have loads of chronicling that...
But where it matters is the environment - i am sure there are at least three or four different separate megalomaniacs with their OWN lil' charity just for one poor river, The wye...

And then as in Nairobi about 100 charities per square foot of their slums...

And i never realised that the dream of every middle class escapee from L'Oreal land is to set up a charity..

each withs eperate back office, each with own accountant ... each with own fancy furniture if they get as big and fat as CAmilla BAtty Gellish..

when the environment would be grateful and doff its cap if there were just ONE big one that did its job properly...

rather than literally thousands now...
all of which usually fold within a few years when Camilla and Rupert have a baby or get their adhd 'diagnosis' or Camilla doesn't like Rupert getting angry at all the things he has to fix...


However.. the REAL parables are yet to come...
And we have a whole world of Sam Harris and them tech bros 'conscious giving' or whatever their buzzword is...

Here is a great example of how charity is worse than a waste of time unless very specifically talked through and quid-pro quod..

a roofless person especially in the meanest county in Christendom - PAsty land.. with about 20 old hard drives (lots of film soon - i shall turn it into parables) that need double backing up... 
a long long obvious issue..
BUt what sort of person does not THINK before sending out a lil' aid parcel... this one all 6tb... great idea..makes the donor feel great... except 18 mths no good to me as just saving 100gb takes an hour plugged in...
and that's not feasable never mind the dozens of hours to do full salvage of old splendid tell-tale,  imagery......


 


you need a fixer on hand a week frantic i didnt realise my shirt entirely giving up


of course this also Segways in...it is EXTRAORDINARY nobody has even written an article about how as the Central europeans decided from 2016ish their future not quite so rosy - so so many AMERICAM evangelical or semi-bongobongo religious organisations bought up almost any old church no longer in use in The MArches (i guess they got 'golden' visas..)  and installed their ultra sexist chauvinistic women degrading religions all over!... 

I do not mean Islam i mean the other Abrahamics..

so many!

And many chats with many all confirm a woman is a second class article, usually not even allowed into the meetings to decide who gets the job redecorating their new bongo bongo spiritual churches..

All so sweetly YAnk...

why USA of course hasn't ever had a woman as MAggie....

who are all incidentally VERY Ayn Rand adjacent which is the exact opposite of their bibles i know well enough....

which say do good works - real ones... down ear first...

nope they all fake that i know as i have many hours on themtoo..


But what galls is i am quite sure enlightenment writers from Kant to whoever else even Dickens managed to explain that charity ALWAYS is a corrupting force as there is always patronage and patronage means mates rates..

or someone always gets excluded... or the giver's ego or especially 'i am saved -  you are not' snotty elitism, gets in the way of his brain....


they used to call that merely smug.


Funny thing is the most present Christian in my life as intellectual equal, couldnt even figure 2103 that telling someone down on their luck or flayed by their random  life... and hardly any work or cash for obviously eythical reasons, could fix their shed roof...

"wow work at last and seemingly good conversation.." a month later he can't even remember his 'offer' which included a walk around the job to be done..

To busy i guess with three million quid church financial affairs rather than even know his own scripture " yet your yea be..." is HOW the countryside used to work...

Theytoo want to live safely aside, there,  away from the madfolk .... they in the main heled create...




Andy, the PAndy..

 and his weasel words

"maybe... i will try and get back in the EU in my lifetime..."


Now 2016 or really 17 one thing i know for sure as i did the actual km - all 5 or more thousand by old bike (every day recorded in full) is that nobody - the so called goody goody 'greens' who in the provinces (majority of CONstituencies - are the same as the pro EU lot i know i lived among them far too long...  whom also happen to be the compulsory 'lets make a dreamcatcher' lot or sell crystals at 5 grand each - many photos of all of these over a decade) ...cycling around askim them face to face - 100s, many hundred if they perhaps may meet to plan the next electoral questioning of the scrofulous peeps (as in 2019) or even in the future...as it takes a LOT of teamwork to say get my articles into even local papers..

( Not ONE EVER EVER FOLLOWED THROUGH EVER.... or even called a few together Nov 2019 " shall we make some signs " - as it happens i was rebuilding an old walled garden of THE tory agent in Powys and she - very old - had a superbly effcient mass signage operation preparation for frankly Boris deserved his bonkers brexit...no EU/greens did ANYthing ever except argue and do nothing...a super chronicle i will even sell 10% of in advance i know i shall get an advance one day!.... i know nobody else has such a perfect record of why Britain deserved to fall down FArrages ugly sinkhole... especially in thge majority of the constituencies - in the provinces, its always the same local 'goody goody green adjacent' character people look to to organise...i knew dozens and not one ever ever did a thing... except clever dick talking of bus numbers of millions... when UKIP had a military campaign to grab every vote ) 

Anyway if...if....poor man, it happens and there is a rematch....

One thing i knew ten years ago is that the rhetoric was disastrous. Money.....


And thus especially the last three years as in 

chat with Belgians the LEAST interesting of 100s

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/09/to-edit-urgent-and-why-uk-is-already.html


one has to ponder a better 'MESSAGE'.

i.e. as quickest example, 100s of chats with younger European women on walking holidays about books and they WANT to talk..for hours...as equal with an old bloke 40 years older than them.

Never mind the huge ,mental health disparity - all europeans report very few of their inner circle with any of the problems that 20% plus of Brits have and also talk of...

And just things like sex - all French know the dullest topic of all to discuss or write about, you just DO it...

BUt if one is interviewing Euriopeans  - mainly women on walking hols, alone...

And ask " so do your friends have a reasonable normal sex life...?" they give you exactly the answer you hoped for which is of course... we enjoy the fruits of our wisdom and age .. and know what is what..." in a sexy accent

Whereas in britain god only knows what is and when ...

It is trite to say " we need the Europeans for all sorts of education, even if true...." but i know nobody will even attempt to build via books stories realities..a real picture...if there were an Andy PAndy maybe...

And thus merely occupying myself on 'STANDBY' for years ready t 'pivot' if a lost lass may at last need to chat about Stockholm...

I occupied myself with, for her even if halfie, the greatest obviously au naturelle chats on Europe with Europeans...

as a comparison to..here 

where especially the last 5+ years all they - the crystal chem trail brigade..

all they talk of is a non existent great reset

which means of course they dont have to ever ponder taking part....doing anything

As it's already been 'DONE' to them in Bill Gates's porch...

or theyre too busy doing home improvements....



 now however... all critique is prefaced by 99%... i only would point out the rural places utterly died if i knew it didnt have to be so..

as 1% of women/partners whatever do manage to learn how to fix stuff, too...and i have lots of them in my film archives not that old only a few  years ago...

i wish to show...to make the rest realise just how useless they are especially now their supplement and crystal sales operations arent exactly raking it in...

which IS why the ordinary rural places died - nobody to even keep up with the fixing any more..as it does take two to tango...


see next post  for more imagery all linked now. 


Now, pause.... (dignity)

 With the ultimate of indignities, and jargonate insanities,  arriving in my inbox ten days ago - the unimaginable dread....

of them.

Later i shall reveal...


But all i care about is when a man - a so called man, cannot even take in a decade ago the greatest compliment " you recharge your batteries in pairs or groups of those bought at the same time, same potential for recharge.... " and doesn't even recall that ONE GREAT THING....

that's part of the overall important 'it - to reduce reuse etc...

a GREAT lesson - symbolically important. And he doesn't drink or drug... 

even if lost to that sky faerie one..


There is no hope.None zero. Egomania and BPD flooded his flood plain, too...

 that's a bit of weird FAery magyc - exactly 99 mb when this post page only allows 100

dignity 'authenticity' or just integrity, is NO matter 
what


wrong way around not a second to look at or rearrange and likely i have thus far omitted the most Orwellian Kafkan crap ones (thazts say their 'takedown' copy of this whole blog is in fact corrupt..it has errors in it





















yesterday at 0440ish





now the above even if INCOMPLETE

is a 30gb download


and budget digitalling means you have a 60gb hard drive never mind it taking two days to download it all....

(assumed) - in place with socket....




however....

on look againing at their gobbledygook, there are ten videos listed that will be deleted for 'maintenance

but it says 17 are in fact to be removed...

no copyright or rudeness issues merely god only knows...


but being as it has taken a week to save this material all 30 gb - ahahhh its never as simple as justa  save.... on the most frayed imaginable shoestring, rechargeable batteris ALWAYS charged whenever a chance (charger an old one takes 6 hrs per  pair of batteries)

i beat you....

as this isnt for me.  It only costs me cash - 20 a year domain times about ten

google drive storage a few quid a month...never mind data at 10 a month

And dignity is merely doing what you know you need to keep keeping on with no matter what...

as its obvious.


Anyway silver lining a few months ago i pondered attempting to back it up.... and it was too hard to get consistent socket..

its SO SO pleasurable to be forced to do what you did need to do....

Even by dint of someone elses bad acts...

There's no sane reason why those clips needed 'maintaining' and deleting...


what has theor server got wonky patches?


As many of my 20 ext hard drives do..


next films in THE GREAT RESET

and i never lose any data....


PURPOSE next






real 'purpose' (now i don't 'hustle', even 'ethically')

In my hundreds of lil' notes still working on ergonomically logisticalating, into a more efficient system

(BUT!!! hahh hahh the YAnks really have surpassed themselves of late - later.... a week of my time stolen of late - for you meanies as you will see in a few hours)

This morning a wonderful woman on radio 4chan Today - all excerpts to be listed soon - over years, her saying all the thousands of quid you have been conned into spending on 'perimenopause' super supplements, are a con

Why should that have anything to do with me?

Because as for a year attempts  have been made to essay, here, into the facts of society: 1 only women have the voice in many matters such as environment, and even can the next gen get a house - not without a mini revolution! in that mad world at least. Men are not allowed to be 'passionate' - it is seen as perimania that will result in maxwells silver hammer...

2. every woman for some years i meet is utterly stuck in the fraud of my body is lacking...  because they have succumbed to this great big ongoing con for several decades - especially as women live a lot longer than men...

and they are so unhappy it's daft...

3. all economics, especially this false 'lefty's nonsense designed to spread fear...

and ALL environmental and social policy and ALL green Party acid spittle, fails to include THE number one best bang for buck


 

 that especially in rural regions there is a pandemic Apocalypse of living alone which is disastrous for many pockets... and the environment (two per logburner at least) and also causes both sides of the equation to die earlier..

But not one of them will ever say this. I guess they fear health and safety coercion lawsuits.... 


Anyway... i only ever hustle when a huge price has been paid up front...

As even a few hours conversation attempting over a whole decade to share and storyboard such matters is not just for the common good, its always for individual paid-up-front good, too...

As will be the various writings to come on how no end of (last year) public information on how a whole class or at least 75% of the 'middle class' were conned by Patrick Holford inc and disciples, into this utterly fatal obsession with their supplements when it means they cant afford to live...or the TIME TO WALK...as the fine lady said gruffly it is all so expensive...

But nobody dare write 'story' on all that.... as The Booker judges, and the wife no doubt of the editor of The Skeptic (we did approach, semi successfully - in a WOMAN's name)  are of course stuck in the same trap...

But the older i get i realise all British culture was self pitying pap

especially her



I would only say such having a month back sat and been serenaded by a fine real singer
Even if i guess she will be stuck in the above trap, too....

Thing is so few dare to even think of how they may be.....
especially there in The source town....

Which means you never even have reliable walking companion, and know full well few actually do that as I have spent a lot of the summer walking, awaiting the gibbers to just text back when they say they will...
One gives up.

But...next... a briefest quickest ever cheat sheet on what IS the 'purpose' of having  bothered to survive...
And i know item 1 is the one that nearly nobody can ever keep as top of the pops.
(it is also writing things up that appear so scrappy when that's what you cared about - some semblance of sane image)  - as, as always, one explores from time to time what IS in the obvious 'common good' even if just attempting to gather stories as above
as i have
diligently for years.
Not for me.....
And no publisher would ever dare publish something real about why so many are ill.....  or need to run to

Ahahh... now so so so unfinished a section, and its too battery draining to find the picture again, but one needed to KNOW: who is the very worst populariser in such awful bimbo storying, of 'the universe' is on your side/ will sort it out/ will send you to the very best therapist... when there are so many who are the very worst...

Mister 'universe' 
with his 'what if' ..my life were different.
Me i wouldnt have one second some alternate as you earn who you become...by persisting.
Now its obvious that the 'trick' is to always send the reader back into making good the only one you had... (so forgettable a useless bimbo Richard and Judy type book i forget the plot and only read it two months back..)

But when one had no idea four years ago that anyone may continually say " the universe" will deliver / manifest / is bigger than any mere person / doesnt like you.... and many more NONuniversal loads of garbage...
no idea that 95% of the middle class especially female Lowlanders runaway from the towns as the Fraud Squad was after them for selling dodgy suplements - i.e. all of them....speak just so...
 And him their god....
on the Desert island at the weekend - one really did need to hear him reveal nothing real, except as usual performative crack up...
that merely resulted in thinking the universe is on his side..
Well if that is so it's a dead end one way, The Road kind of universe... that only ends in one thing - zombies eating each other for dinner....
That's at lunchtime  which won't exist any more, as the lower classes are quicker to get violent and cannibalise with actual menaces and mean it...

and know where the chubby wealthy ones are as they clean theior houses do their shopping blahh di blahh...

(me no middle class Rupert or moron or Haigian disciple, espesh female, could even think just how fortunate one may be, come Md Max times, to be able to whip out a bit of proof:  
 "i won a court case a big one, that rather proved that i was no baddie as i could never have gotten within a hundred miles of lass, from 2004,  if the fine black judge Singh had thought for a moment i was  - as he was prominent as being Wales first black judge..... as you can see in these few papers....  yet immediately he gave her back to me....  howevver i also spent a few months in the slammer which you fine Mad Maxwellian  guys will know all about... and know a bit of the lingo...'podmate' hahh hahh all that.... 'dyer know Richard Giles from Aberyswyth..?.. he was eaten alive as an innocent man as Malkinson as Malkinson.. a beautiful starseed soul.. they destroyed him and his young boy Diesel and girlfriend.... i have never known such a gentle sweet man fitted up as the cops were too lazy to find the real culprit as EVERY single lag in the slammer then, 03, said too....  
" so youre not going to eat me just yet...I'm one of you guys,  or at least tried to help a few....... "

Mad MAx: " here have a beer and d'yer wanna join us at the fireside....   smells good.... human flesh is a sort of version of frogs legs we heard you waffling about in your audio at the weekend..."

Anyway thats not real purpose (even if it is the ultimate silver lining of about three  real purpose in a bit)

 
 And Mad Max of the future, who will be coming - the way they drive in the hills of Dooneshire, theyre already here... and wait til the fuel goes up more, and ...etc

He won't be stupid - and they know what AI is and telly - they love a bit of telly...
I always carry in my small go-bag, my protection.... 
and a file dated 20 years ago isn't going to be an AI scam - a bit of fine talismanic telly
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/p/media-on-cases.html and they -  them Max's know social workers,  in fact all  lanyards are totally Nazi and have been decades....
 

"Purpose"...

 now... my substack waffles are entitled 'Purpose'.

Even if i started them over three years ago,  as with all as a deposit for thoughtful reflections, if one kicks that proverbial bucket. There being quite a few good parables within them. And deliberately titled with obtuse sounding titles. Not as some arsey rant - i never rant, I merely reflect. How did I happen to (to use the latterday Toty word they spout so as to look good)  evolve? when there was no reason at all even to think of fellow human...

But a year meandering the albeit less very-druggy, lands of Dooneshire, one discovers the complete lack of any deeper 'purpose'  in anyone and tghus understood, at last The Marches - thirty wasted years there.

Even if like Mister Kant  seemed to discover, being stuck somewhere as a bit of an observer on the sidelines, that's what is in fact best for you. If you are  going to have the purpose of merely taking part in pondering the latterday human condition, and figuring why on earth it has become so wonky. Which it has. So many of the 'middle class' even on their short breaks  trying out their new walking boots in midsummer, say so.  And the proof is often around their eyes -  a lack of good sustaining sleep. Me with a life that most would consider dangling over the cliff edge with merely a fraying rotten (left out in the weather for years, as they do with all the nylon ropes in Pasty fishing coves - adding to the delightful microplaccy mix as bit by bit they decay and merge with their so so lovely 'environment' , and nobody DARES say a thing), i always sleep  perfectly. The full monty. Which is scientifically well researched to be seven plus hours.

But time and again chatting with all of those who wish to have remedies to their rather frazzly and fearful  headspace,  the actual real purpose of the evolutions, is left out. As if they daren't say what the real purpose is.

And my material even if it is all splurged out into one or other long audio - mixed in with other reflections,  is (seemingly) rather discombobulated merely by not having the several weeks with a  socket necessary to edit it back down and index.  I say 'seemingly' as i assume that there are some who check in fairly regularly and may have caught on to  themes bounced forward with. 

The big, main, 'purpose' though i shall reclarify. And a 'case in point' is exactly now. 





 


   



 

Tuesday, 29 September 2026

Now...

If the world could see.

They will soon. Or at least you meanies.

I thrive on, despite.

However to rescue a lot of filmed bits  - many terabytes, never mind google come along a few weeks ago and say ...




a euphemism for you have to make a copy of - download,  thirty giggabytes, and then figure how to put them back in which has taken a week...

never mind the week to  fix rather a lot of broken old storage  devices to do it....


to get use of a socket for days on end..

has required days of free labour - MOST happily exchanged....


but it was planned to end a few days ago and always takes three times longer than you know it will...

And what with the pandemic - its hilarious, material one day, of gibbers the last few months...

I cant even pay my monthly storage fee - a long way away.... and...


 https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/09/appeal-estis-library-i-must-rescue.html


thing is the silver lining  - there always is one. Three years i needed to just TRY and sort out so many photos and all that just to put here....


all those gloves soon ready... and many more such states of the 'nation' - not mine i am always 100% methodical and organised..

NO matter what.



to go along with the how on earth does a parent manage to lose a child's sock in the wilderness - easily the amount of kids stuff you see.... 



Now, is now an allowed word

 So, almost two decades having in mind one word.

Even if as a very self obsessed one, and long ago forgotten, nevertheless paying homage - and rather lampooning in parallel, the lies and fakery of sadly one who for decades played at being sad.  Her moggy. Begins with M.

A word that maybe can be 'home'  - symbolic, to describe the whole dam thing.

Now.... as I recently attempted to describe in a long 2x mammoth (one mam=  3x Nerdudan hours ) chat - though of course one cannot expect ones interlocutor to take in and mull over the full simple meanings in all in such a long one, being geographically stuck as even if the English don't seem to think this way - a beautiful example 10 days ago of a chat where one rightly critiques the total atomisation and sharp elbowed selfishness where a simple landman cannot ever ever ever rely on ANYones word in respect of jobs stated as ongoing to be DOne - errata all critiques are prefaced by 99% or it should be 97% of them....


 (gibbers / 'illusionists' = liars who promise to -  SMILINGLY - the smile is important! buy that horse and will be back with the gold the next day never to be seen again; or a neighbour who may say "of course i will help you clear that fallen tree over our drive" and then come the day of the joint bigJOB chopping, mysteriously doesn't answer their doorbell - all an ancient version, even if in ancient times far rarer than the nowadays 97% default version, of what  is 'people pleasing' in todays infantile lexicon..

I have only shared that word once.

Anyway.... overwhelm, and the really hard lil' nouveau infantile phrase - 'letting go' I myself have to use in shortcut language as i don't yet know what are better words for it....

zen got stolen by America and the longer i bother living especially this year, of randomish 'catch up' in life with a  couple of once really important yank friends - deeply important in the life os someone  - me, who 'deliberately' to quote their infant Waldenite, has always kept my friend allowance down to just a handful so as then we have the time and energy and 'space' to know them well.... 

The standard Lowlander 'friend' list  - there is that so called technical term which is WRONG - the 'Dunbars number' of 150 is an absurdist ONLY towny thing...

I know my evolutionary biology as i had, and still have ( - saved all these years for Estelle, only.... unless it can't be saved... as the £50/month lease runs out  Thursday - and every wasted second over 10 years i have inside me as it ain't my fault....though they MUST be turned into bad poetry or Turner worthy art...one day)    a large collection.

And humans essentially stopped 'evolving' when agriculture was invented  - the normal evolutionary forces suspended by trade, and if you actually live in stone age conditions i have  - in real rural lands, although a highish tech version, you required to depend properly on just a handful of people.... and all the rest are merely people you recognise on the street going for food shopping  and may smile at, and chat with occasionally, maybe even sell an old bicycle or car, to... but  essentially one is monitoring them mainly for danger  - will they rampage my way come the next food shortage. or heating oil cataclysm (audio a few days ago)

In fact that Dunbar number is merely a  dilettante  thing of bourgeois modernity  - status needy people, preening their feathers and  strutting around like Peacock... or hen. It's not FOR anything real....

And of course became that terrible Fakebook fakery as of nearly 20 years ago of the online 'network'... who one has  absolutely no idea if theyre up all night, only, unable to sleep, and pondering becoming a dead parrot by their own hand or artisan 'maker' machinery at home...


(The whole damn swestershire in three years meandering though for long periods not going very far which is the best walking - a ten km walk back and forth the shops is best for landlope modality and pure Oracle Babe mediative purity... but unlike all them things, it works! .... yes... i have never heard in my whole life of so many Dead Parroting themselves by their own hand - loved ones children... so this is serious! and of course as even centuries ago they whacked into the great books, anyone seeking sybaritine certain pleasure and peace in some new region they run to, often on mummy's L'Oreal shares..or their stolen loot from being a Monsanto exec for some years,  will never ever ever find it....and will hurt internally even more - that's if the glyphosate residue doesnt get them ! or is PAstyshire  the residue of strong glyphosate sprayed all over the Cot Valley and surrounds... even if their local famous eco-warrior he just profits from his name...as eco warrior...never DID anything about that carnage..[ TO BE CONT..i have recordings from 2 years ago  of his tax evading lies and scurrilous deceit - conning you the public he is a goody goody who cares - and thus gets public money as grants to show HOW he has cared........ when  he cares only for one thing: rich fanny, who he can attract to his 'events' if they buy in to his very very inadequate art and become of that elite clique].... )

And ... well almost everyone doesnt sleep well, many only sleep with potions, and most are obsessed with potions to deal with their inability to afford the VERY fancy potions... in short the running away to more 'peaceful' places to restart....doesnt work.

As one knew decades ago....

Me i only relocated here for one reason... and then can't afford to relocate anywhere else, but then milder winters it has to be said one can USE if loving the outdoors one works best IN it....

Anyway... now... 16 years ago i heard someone say "exasperated" in a  rather exasperating setting...

And ever since then  - i know i will outlive her...

Thats what booze does to you apart from making you CARE about someone elses madness designed to damage you - the non drinker is so so so medium term care FREE the longer I non-drink life is even more of a pleasure realising that is one of the root causes of a form of madness - if kept up, where people take everything to heart... and have those 'dark thoughts' as a result of being acclimatised to the grape...

Move away from that climate entirely and you no longer live in a  climate of fear - what the grape thrives on like your crappy algorithms..indeed there's a good example of the Faeries 'helping' that had never occurred to me as a fair allegory until it typed itself unthinkingly out of my fingers in a hurry due little battery...



Anyway a very abbreviated version of what ideally will be put into a  few pages: so..i am a fairly chummy person and can and at times do speak with ANYone... either 'side' of a non divide - chavvy underclass(i am allowed to call them as i am the class under them) , to  junky.... (the majority though they hide it)   to the majority all of whom desperately need to be 'middle class' despite utterly denying they are (the bourgeois cage -  shortcut words) its so laughable someone should turn it into a song - i will one day if no one beats me to it


(wow at last its WORKing  💪😗😝 - celebration i only use one emoji every 6 mths i know how to curb appetites.... - later...)


WHAT DOES 'LETTING GO' MEAN...?

And really one cannot entirely answer that unless one codifies what one needs to let go 'of'.

Now - what shall i call her? Even if i like her full name, its one of my faves...

But as ALL is universal - all is in Brave New World, and Lordly Flies... even if i catch a few temporarily, the great majority being too cowardy custard to continue just great conversation.... and thus nobody unless like him down South they hide their public money addiction behind some chummy fake mask as 'community'....

Merely The Brave... 

I quickly shared with her a not-very-good example of 'it'.... 


 my sexy readers (not YOU - my specs!) - only needed in low light
Next to a found pair just as good but make me look like EVERYTHING i know has ruined your culture... that did work, once.... ( i still often think of that in the dour film Land of The Blind - CHECK any thought of change beyond the pure self, for unintended negative consequences for others...always...as grandiose Messiahmania disorder, catches up with 99%  almost always, especially if they are in The Green Party....

So if i did break the sexies, i never do...as i take care...but if i did i would feel shit inside for some time.... even me, except i have let go so much by being MADE to let go it would only nowadays be 3 minutes, not even five... before i forgot i needed to let go...



Now i have three years of collage, one day soon....from 3 years landlopeing a region - 95% in the rural places, but if one must go through their horrid towns and villages of only runaways then one thing is as sure as ferrits are ferrits, the endless signage DISPLAYING how 'let go' they are.... has failed. I have never known such unhappy, wan, dysfunctional places all over...

And of course 99% have illnesses they tell you about in the first three sentences of any new encounter ( a case study soon - the music man - his mind seemed tip top to me..... despite his moans)  




Anyway DONT LOOK!

I will spoil it now..... but the effort i have had to go through - but HAPPY effort...a new inner 3 or 4 one may TRUST .... 

mutual benefit

Mutual need..

to get a week at a socket, is historic.
And only for you the meanest browes in history...


But letting go means not 'all is nice' or all are nice as they are NOT.... it means going with a kind of flow...

that isn't all 'nice' but is real art...and i know nobody else does it quite so serenely so that nobody even knows my ...

Unchanged, purpose of a decade

That just got better. With nothing; only failure.


So so so many summer notes to share, and I am hundreds of video clips behind....but there's a reason - a 'negative'  - VERY negative most would say..

That is more than a 'silver lining' it will mean that this winter my desk is so cleared its daft....

I wrote at least 3 years ago "complexify to simplify" and at last its shown to be true



However i am irrelevant... 100% nobody nowhere.... THE lucky one. Who had to let go bit by bit and thus has great energy as all worry around our 'needs' just steals it...

All i know is its so boring meeting those who cannot

And cannot even figure basic maths and sums and reality..

Even Klein managed to work it out a decade back, that certainly minnows like this sceptic aisle...are UNsustainable without far more sharing the real version...collaboration....

Etc...

soon..... if i ever do get one to committ 

to just a bit.

There have been at least 5 or 6 fakes 

the three years of late






TO EDIT URGENT and... why UK is already nuts compared to EU - splendid example

Righty ho the meanies couldn't imagine the work that has been underway to keep this show on the road

To begin to bring the interviews - full versions soon


With some Belgians  - randomly, often it's a sought chat, on how UK sure is the really sick one..... 


THIS ONE TO BE EDITED


but the early bird can have the unedited version for  a bit

DISCUSSION STARTS 36 minutes in


audio file in here

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1X-lWhDjwlsVQ3XJbzTBcXdamXYC08MCg/view?usp=sharing 

So, at last...

 The last one.

(how can she say it's hard to read?! Not me, his great one that is: Count Leo's  Resurrection I count among the simple great ones about equality! 

she, the putain, had total autonomy

What they all wanted

 as Leo could be counted

on figuring out way before the rest!

As long as you rip out the last two pages

His best!) 



Monday, 28 September 2026

"may an owl roost in the room where you sleep.."

 Well, I'm merely a copyist.... 

Except never ever revengeist.

But if folk[them 99%]s can't read how on earth can one even figure what trust is....

 now...having earned  one of the rare goody 1%ers  ("dad where do those naughty one percents come from.." still the wisest line in history even moreso than the supermodel's 4 year old " mum what are the 'issues' everyone is always talking about?" causing that last taboo to be bust: chatting up supermodels - poor things nobody dares! after we both wet ourselves a few cafe tables apart, becoming infact mutually bonded buddies over his so wonderful observation, and it turns out that SM worked with younguns and also knew you...have NO hope! you've Affluenzad all of em.... ) 



yesters

Now.... how to dish out vats of spite that even the most hardened spiterly one of you will have their already small one, shrinking into your designer jockstraps..

soon

All i know is that in February 2024 i gibbered a man....a fine man; the man who became in the tough year my most beloved man:

 " blahh blahh... yes i can see now all lawyers are utterly mad, and even Jeremy Jenkins my so called barrister was mad and when for example the finest  rare example of a decent Londoner


who would go into hades and get to know his client's quirks... as a necessary way to do HIS job.... JJ can't even be (2003) bothered despite a celeb case....
And of course was godfather of that English woman....
(was this some revenge on me for not being crucified by her? - the only man who wasn't, by her)

now you will think misery and babe stuff...
NOPE that's the first time i have ever even seen the sexy Frances  - i knew she was a flighty sext type when we would natter on her phone.... but never imagined i may see her aint this tiube wonderful!.... her and I battled alone against the Straw man 2009 through her rag.....


email that eve.... prior publication "simon...i do NOT [ you could FEEL the St Trinnians head girl in her  fizzing with hate, between each keystroke] respond well to blackmail [sic]..."
 THE most beautiful words ever an English woman can email you

BUT, A finest one of them all does exactly what she is told by a superior mind and wins her great accolades by writing in her 'newspaper of record' she's the legal ed of The Times of London... next day exactly what i told errrrr....
But of course STILL ends up liar liar panties a smoulderin'
" thank you that was a successful piece... stirred up a few of their smelly old jocjkstraps....i owe you lunch one day my man"
And never even following up with " when you next in town..?"

Now.. the key number one to the overwhelm and all of mindfulness is to be able to TRUST your own words....

Me to IAn MAckay that early 2004 day " i will defo book you to be my lay legal man for the hearing early next week.... it's 99%.... let me confirm later in the week... just in case some small personal issue [lie - overwhelmed, stuck blowing a fuse, frozen with fear]  causes a delay and i can't take you on......."
One never calls him...and thus the booking he could have sought helping out  some other victim of justice albeit at £100 a day but worth every penny....   he didn't. And thus my INnaction caused him to suffer...






TO BE CONT...with lots of painful stuff that show just how mean my thousands of readers are and what i have to do to not even survive but save my writings..... not for me, for you
when i am on the ultimate skinned teeth edge, vomiting the teeth residue over the cliff edge every morn  to try and attract a passing albatross to bump it on its head so as to have something to eat

but i wouldnt have one second any different, ever, thanks...


'trust'; though i fact the only words are i adore your spite...

 And am about to duel-back spiting even spiteyer...

(having especially discovered that 99% really cannot read, ever ...)

So, where does one start? at the end. Soon.

Especially on the last JOB. Unless.....




Sunday, 27 September 2026

TO DO...

 Now we know just how moaney he is.....



So, even if everything espesh when one is METH odical....

 takes three times longer than the plan

 A, B, or by their sea

ten times longer as it corrodes their brains

into a compressor stall

Hidden.

at last....


As i showed one example of  ' IT  ' 

the other day.



We are off..... but talk about timely. I had no idea just how moaney bimbo their best  selling writer was ..

And how useless his ferapy: 

If you start heavy boozing again when with young child regardless of  the 2020 hysteria,  gorgeous slowdown...

You sure ain't fixed 

Why if course every other page is littered with some ' universe' they still think will fix em...



Thank you to the anti-unfix Faeries


So at lunchtime, the real ferk-yooosseee begins.

But there's no point as one won't appeal to townies,  as they live in endless hummy noise and can't really think.

And the ruralites won't be able to think either as all they will be thionking about is their rural heating oil going up by twofold or even thrice in a  few years...

And rather than think of even the smallest mutual benefit in whatever 'community' solution - the real version which is long and hard and ego-fulled - their 'workshops' and therapies proven as failure as the one they cannot do, is in these...

two audios temporary to entertain my meanies.

Because i can.

And also am off. Its time to leave....


 https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vRB-8asz8OWl4SU9aw1QmnlKIYP7N1-c?usp=sharing


And if i were brave enough it would be leave 'everywhere' for nowhere.

But i love life especially when it works out rather impossibly, sweetly, the more impossible it seems.

They'll be too busy moaning about their knob turned down for years, to even notice... that always silver lining. 

Of needing something....real....from almost any other

But i give 'back' first. 

Always.

Anyway the gobbledygook  censors have now i discover censored me, as a week of occasional waffle into the short quick clips. All along the microphone must be broken yet another fix to spend half a day on figuring and my words have disappeared - first time ever!

So, give up even that. Splendid!

And get back to plan A....

Then.




oops video was missed out of earlier one...

 I care about my 'messaging' as a decade back, especially the summer of (the lost platonic lamb The 'narrator' 2020 and her fake environmental cause  - more likely a bit of money washing in the poor unloved my river Arrow - she has one more day!)   another fraud incame and bough a cottage instead of what  she said she was spending at least 300k on,  a land/seed research project that will save the planet or at least the bit her poor solo 4wd  back and forth the shops, far away, was eating up...

 'twas realised it's all there is left is that message

(THE one that has the 'whackjob' innit)



So, there's little point focusing on the overwhelm before one deals with the real roots

It almost always being even if one don't like people much the way they have ruined 86% of all watercourses, so they say, in England... in fact i bet thats a lie and far nearer 99%

 The big test was always "if i die on your job, chuck my body on the compost heap however please do look for Ralph's old sickle, and pass it down to my lass.... her number you'll find in the unlocked phone the ONLY purpose of life is being to never need to be private even about the silly phone.....

ok one of a few..."

It's extraordinary how at least 85% of them forget...your one and only request





And the second purpose is to accept as the mad Greens can never you lost.... eg  https://www.ralphschism.com/p/israel-palestine.html but people from 'off' indeed rarely get to ones heart fully, in 'story' even if Hind may be sanctified beatified, or whatever historical cop-out there may be,  in her simply extraordinary film and it is HER film even if the babe director superb, too


Even if i know - i mean this summer one poor lost bourgeois woman complains about my tape measure being a bit rusty [ sic]  - even if fully usable as she saw using it with me....to fix the holes the [imaginary] boyfriend hadnt bothered to...

 alone it should be a Cannes  worthy ten minute short as i know full well the  Border Personality disorder is so rampant nowadays there's no point even attempting to assist those with children...


Other than leave behind something a bit more grown up than even Chaka lost to the brainwashing  of  the as always 
half of what he said was ok



But the longer one is gibbed and unabused 
or dissabused
 by their bloody my 'spiritualism'-Trumps-yours
(BEST ever exemplar yesters)

You realise just how fundamentally Yank fuelled it has been for decades...

A poor lost lamb of a people who could never even apreciate for example their superb culture of the 40s 50s.... that went beyond ' faeries' into god 'ole boys and the women muck in, too...
Just like them Former Sovs  (two fine ones in the last 48 hrs have given me the update that it's going BACKwards..)
Who had REALLY dealt with it a long time ago as Ivan said that extraordinary afternoon...
I have an interview with him i do hope ... the Mammoth when we kidnapped him


But yes so so practiced in the ultra PR of this add some slight Red Indian vibe to it all.... and demand that the only way to actually have a plenishy life is to 'follow' certain modes which are so elitist and exclusive, its daft.. 
And the 'inclusive' is merely be ME - i am the ultimate lifeforce you want to be but never could be.... never mind 'I am community'...
When the facts on the ground as they say - i have a decade of magnificent undercoverage...
of
Is the exact opposite - its all 100% a total grift...but thats ok as any sane person left the towns and cities 30 years ago as they did begin to infect


But when it all also overwhelmed the  formerly safe and sane and down to earth, rural  lands...my lands...
And nobody has even noticed or dared focus on what their ways really did mean, the carnage (of just unemployment for the youth for example who had 'inverted'in putting up with their crap just to earn an honest shilling) is truly fascinating

But not one of them ever
the quotient of them being: the more 'spiritual' they demand they* are ... the less they actually honour any persons simple one request face to face when telling them also they only want minimum wage  " please could you remember what i wish passing on to my child...[ if i kick the bucket doing YOUR jobs that if you did yourself you would be healed of being YOU and needing all these external ...crutches to whack us all with and eventually attempt to profit off.... ....] "


 * = in fact to have said 50% of those meandering into the rural lands would be far far too 'kind' ..its a bloody total fatal infection.  As at least a few fine women I have met this summer agree....
But will they ever DO anything to assist in lancing the boil.?.. of course not. 
So sad as thats what keeps you slimmer AND live longer.... so say the facts. 

Yes, the 'overwhelm'

 








21 sept - i still don't know if lil' clips are date timestamped as that would have taken a ten second figure out several years ago and as the theme is was and always will be the gibbers (Mister fabhair from PAsties, didn't even know the word..) waste it, 




Now.. 'the' artist, must build her whole gig on the big moan.
Which won't sound very nice.
Unless one heard several months of wonderful interviews summer last year. It's quite wonderful how we found quite a few middle aged women including two actual GPs  liveing the 'dream' a little down at the coast in vans... in their early sixties who did indeed say " poor lambs, my lost sisterhood, ... they have been so so so  brainwashed into making it such a 'thing' that they can't keep out of my surgery... when they need to forget about it and get out  or maybe DO something IN society so they forget about whats been part of society forever and ... well it causes women to LIVE longer than you over there poor Mister Bloke.... so really it is the ultimate silver lined  no-pain-no-gain.... " 
And that is serious on their side of course they can't for a 'moment' stop and think what may just be... real art, too






(private for now she will see it one day)


Righty ho now even if there's no point ever pondering any useful 'message' all one has pondered all the last decade, how to guide the next gen.. and being a non 'narcissist' my ohh my the frequency of that word seems to have exploded the last week all over the wireless a male accepts males can't say passionately groovy things in public such as shut the ferkup and get fixing and accept that its a constant need so organise your life around say a monthly fixin' session....  and in time you will find you forget about your 'problems' metoo years ago! Nope man has no traction, power. or influence, in any messaging for some years as Messiers Couzens Brand and Co etc and even boat stabby chappies...  all ensured. As they have no grace whist DEMANDING you say it with them my ohh my there being no more 'left' or middle ground one day i shall get back to  


















The first thing to make real art of, is back to the old place.
As... its already in intro audio cant recall iof here yet, but whatdyerknow... " idyllic lil' border town....middle of nowhere
 idylic old run down hotel.... bought by a London cult... a real one.... who so brilliantly avoided their health and safety duties, and used every kid in my past area as their slaves...

And quite deliberately had only London female management. 
Directed from some Oil-powered, tent in the desert..


But..it was the way they used - demanded via every bit of signage 'wellness'. Purity.... perfection. When my protective recording device as the poor lost Welsh plumber, plumber is telling me " the lives of the inhabitants will be at risk if they stay here overnight" 

soon.




And your AI wont tell you that history as the superb PR  and anti-transparency skills of such peeps are so developed hardly a squeek ever gets out 


Anyway it's the 'overwhelm' that yes as she said is all over everywhere....

And that is far more interesting than the con artistes  cultistes..who even bought up half The MArches...

At least one human noticed....