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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL NANCY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ditto on  Swestershire  i am quite sure...

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

Or  Priory escapeeist

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

 

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

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

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

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

non family

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

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

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

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

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

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

"grunt"

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

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

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

no she doesnt want your happy pills "

Anyway fast forward a week or so....

" i just know.... i know....  "

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

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

But that's not THE thing....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

squabbling... or worse...

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

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

Thats whats really interesting...

and all on tape.

And film....

 

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

In fact, fact, i should submit an invoice

 As someone knows that ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and a new undercarriage welded on 

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

 

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

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

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

even Elton had second sight 

despite

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  

For the fake Amish so called 'therapist' - faketoo

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

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

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

its now exactly 1930, update = 

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

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

actually ' HAND MADE' arty piles

and real country boys know what hay ricks are for

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

 or rather yesterone...

Nanci !!! if only she knew  11 years ago

silverest lined

fatty rotten

16.41

 the program on Plath only finished ten minutes back

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

p4 

p3

p2

start

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

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

obviously

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

all i know is being proven wrong is a good one

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

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

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

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

as perfect workshop....

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

til even  age twenty nine...

i knew 100% not even nintey nine point nine nine

exactly what i was...

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

ERRATA

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

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

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

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

..." ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but they must have....

must have listed

and watched it.... 

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

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

The only hope left.

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

i was actually terrified of... until

The joint workshop

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

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

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

..."

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

...which was read... 

just one greatest compliment in a letter ever!

and you get blocked!

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

Now....

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

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

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

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

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

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

(that is good 'drugdeal distance' anotjher new sublimity 

that just arose unthinkingly

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

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

But sorry... dancin...

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

oops wrong one...

was it six months ago i finally saw it..

so ridiculously overhyped not some great 'philosophical tract' 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

workshopping inc

i am serious

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

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

you are just a JOB

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

 And he's bantering back ..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just do a Nigel...

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

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

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

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

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

to make them look, not just, pretty

of what nobody has the FIRST IDEA ...about

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" now me.......

 " in fact even  Suzi Jane.... is a little too hot 'n cold dark material for me even if i mainly listen to sweet hippy girl music...

"but indeed she or rather her team i guess so perfectly captured you way back when.....in their admittedly true genius double dimensioned video...  the sweetness and perfectness just like in your act... but the soldiers tanks no bombs of the toy set i guess represent what i also know is ion there your real self deep down....  im not stupid....you can't buy me off or even enjoyably whack my bottom when i'm on the Job...

" and as for jobs.... yours is now.... NOT .....the most enjoyed of all time any more.... which is what all princesses need to hear at some point to cure them, of being them...

 "

which i have to admit even Voltaire would be turning in his  and tearing up Candide the amateur for bog paper... or tissue paper,  as i hadnt thought of that  until this second - a perfect way to visualise herrr  ... and also to have fullest real  empathy in a universal artistic waytoo

Anyway back to THE JOB..in  abit..

THE ultimate most enjoyed Happy Job (but is she? under her smiley expensive haircut - the smile she gave me yesterday was of another universe, surely not a fake.... but i am terrified to speak with ANYone up here..)  of all time ...

 

Well i did make it clear:

 " i don't need to avenge you... but i shall prey[sic] for NO rain unless you do what ive been nagging a whole week.... WATCH IT! ...

"it even does a jolly good job endearing one to rinkly old virgins... even if i bet she was probably another bloody fake  and in the queue to shag  the younger Jep in line at the coves of his yoof..... but she was treated with such subtle nuancy empathy i almost felt like ......i liked her... 

"and go and flick through the splendid yanx material for FREE its on the bookshop table i went to check on your God's ferkin day off... just for YOU

"

Now..... only real MOUNTAIN priests, whove had to face up to who did the first Jennytoo, us or you naughty Crotes..too... actually first... would understand wot follows...

 I wouldn't even tickle Nigel's toes in a way that is uncomfortable for him....

(as i was saying to the " fuck yooos two under the palaver tree [ he LOVED it as black as the black tar running into his Nigerian homeland swamps.. the Swampies and co too scaredy custad to take on some real eco-fuckers.. errata theirs they both put it into their devices.... .].... you are so intelligent nobody in this pestridden  land would know that how in the late 70s we went to the IMF cap in hand....  ok so...Norway first on the con-back-list.... then Romania.... they are the true Beautiful Souls... i was as madly prejudiced against them until i spent lots of time with a few over the years.... but yoooz two... i mean nobody in their right minds goes to Nigeria...  and youve just shown me how still wrong one can be.. yea send your WHOLE family here i shall help with the smugglin so as they can educate ours...". )

Now.... my problem is that 

oops lets do Bob... even if i do thing that the Hollywood one is more moral in the longer run...

But to meet a Portuguese Bob... actually born wild in the one Portuguese forest left that some firestarter from Garway Hill, or Gweek hasnt set up as movie  backdrop to their fraudulent ULTIMATE work of fantasy art in their crowdfund begging bowls for a new laptop or house for their sweet little perfect mousey 

kids.. who have to be at the exact age  - say 4...where they look cutest for the high def video camera 

 (i do have all this in MY artists archive over a decade carefully woven together but as nobody even likes a joke round ear,  one never knows if one even gets invited back to the PERFECT job just begun...and access to their sockit-to-em.... )

Oh god.... I hope he is still alive up in his Serbian High Hills....

 It is perfect! And thus i have indeed that with which to barter...

Never mind how the perfect vagabond manages for five years to protect his li'l batteries that are needed for the Boostaroo...

which turn your horrid little anti-foxcub devices into real MAN's musac

shetoo would be flying across her REAL WOMAN 'moors' on her quad up on Beacon Hill ....  mad Maxine.... only a li'l emotive musac to keep her company 

for THIS moment

Now ...only ' now' [ innix]

 " now.... i have told you part of my story... the bit about the Biba baddie... 

" do you mind if i capture yours - i can't lie it is the truly sexiest hat in the land of showoff hats i noticed you from afar ..

"... because you so so earned hearing a snippet  my story telling metoo some of yours....  

"that's all i do really for ten dull years even if That Mariner would be very jealous as he didn't know that you pick the very very least likely to have a fine chat with and you end up having the finest....  hat at least, well that's not all please its too warm to thrust such a splendid cleavage into my face ...well here at least....

" yes so before i even had seen the superb Mossy Crows - the great literature  - get them for your kids too  yes they have a scene where the stories are sent off on moth wings... the stories that i guess may save humanity from humans...

" well ive been doing that a decade ... randomly.... each one i meet gets a BIT... but you if you come back can have the starring role... 

" because we know..... you kindof the same one as me.... even if i was above you bugging you as a kid in your Tring garden...

"We are of the same....class.... even if i diverged the other way and became an anti-Biba extremist, due the Biba baddie .... you GET it smiley.... your kids are ok here so many fancy hats but my wild youth lands..... nobody for THIRTY miles would even wear a flat cap they couldnt afford them... 

" but only one person...she would swank around in her Biba.... i didnt realise the significance then

"well not really until twenty ten.... when it turned out there wasnt a soul between her ears ...

" and all our youth was full merely of her crocodile tears..."

   

 

 

Sunday  does it say? (BACK TO TRADITION: one Sundayaft a month FIXING time... )

you'll have to bleedin well turn it around...

me i know what the real ' bliss' that sulky Sammy

and his fakely 'aware' bots

blurt out unknowingly

could never have the time

to momentarily

remembrance, embrace ..just enough

so as to indeed

oops forgot 

" remember and i smile...." 

copyright Mister and Missus so called Shakespeare

her awful film didn' t get that in did it ..

Vudu witchcraft, supplement factory on their kitchen table, pity her for all the likely approbrium, their community

victim of the tree she popped one out treesisterin' below...

No mention of the scholarship that says eckerslike 

' twas her letters years later

suggested not only that he didnt hate her

but shetoo was part of the family waffle factory

What did that rather good academic say?

"  some of his descriptions.. tales ...no bloke alone could have dreamt up... defo some input ... alchemy

his and hers ...

ideas thoughts...words.... made three"

 

Now, the lightweight half breed

 a year ago reacted bimbo like to 

" one day there will be a revenge" 

Out of her crappy telly  drama queen 

as if i could care less  if justice, seen

I simply couldn't care, less is more

Indeed none is better. 

It's merely just a case

of if ones got this far  without caring one smallest moment,

such a splendid winter spring and now best ever summer

not to try something...would be such a waste

( poor Italian restaurants moanin on the wireless thistermorn... 

poor them what a bummer

me i'd up their VAT to 99 percent

most if them, or Belgravian one can be sure

 so Epstein ' lite',  at least,  ajacent)

but nobody ever bothered bridging

 on my behalf.

The real version.

Sweating tears 

to get err

 down there

Hours and hours on him over years...

The 'green' - ultra version formerly consultant to that rotten House

of Lords Ladies and miscellaneous louse

cant think of any human, just his eco house

" truly fine little movie"

 as noted here a few weeks ago i remember every loose end for 3 years  even a word that created itself 2 ish  ago here nuthin to do with me it was perfect 

she has been told i am honna go and prey for NO rain on tuesday unless she does what ordered watches KLa Grande Bezzler.  

AND goes and flicks through the local copy of Dave

whom i can better just from the real life version ongoing ten years

anyway less of herrr... 

shes fine she has her so called god to cuddle up with and usher on a far earlier than need be

death

and paid double the going rate unasked

and thus was refunded ...via more  work free this time

i cannot be bought

as i know who owes me and whom not...

for caring   .

you 

now....

 there' cheap clicks

And cheaper chix....

one of them, low maintenance.. a fine list one destroyed by a Yank and her drugs ..

One if them Invaders, married a Whitehall medical supremo con artist  ..

and they semi retire to kington- on- dead-arrow...

where apart from going Into the grab the community cash business with her lanyard

for her ' community' projects..   makes a fine young project her new project ( even if i introduced em fool i was )

and within three  months and i know she paddled her evil Prozac  downstream as well as pissing it out into the stream.. passed it on to the younger

one

my sort of adopted lass...

six months on 

" well  ..at least they let me use the piano  in the whacky ward and belt,  him.... out .. with my supreme voice... absolutely top of it ..

" and i had the whole ward bouncin to it as good as in that vid...

" 

i hold only one person 100 % responsible for..

( ohh yes senior so called 'green')

especially the aftermath years on sadly stronger drugs than her  gateway she i know pushed upon

the one innocent one

yes so she knew i could roll naked in a big patch of nettles for a minute or two..

which of course if i were doing so to highlight  the need to leave them be

as moth  creches best bang for buck 

birdfood

would be an ethical way to get a million  views just like that

i have pondered many a moment these several years

but that' cheating

real art is to bore you to tears

and still you keep returning

like a typical English private schooled type

can only get it on..or off

via subtle  self inflicted  inability to have a nice normal time

unless someone's got you by your windpipe

reading nursery rhymes

mummy too busy at her Laura Ashlea sale

to bother telling nanny  not to go down to the dungeon

and  kiddy fiddle

now why am i boring myself pandering to a brainless herd of mere bots

oh yes .. i need more!

tel your friendly neighbourhood robots

lets put it this way...

i havent started yet...

golly gosh the 'tragic' little rat had a gig once ..not too long before he decided to supply false allegations about his own pharmacological drug consumption  for his own mental illness...

but sadly theyre all tragically forgotten 

 except the Italian

mister smug  

and as none of them have children to read their real stories

bummer .... of course no conscience

but one day 

Count Leo

even if his last his best minus the last two pages

If only one of them would break ranks and tell tales

it would equal at least War and Peace

nuthin to do with me

them waring within them, only

ever

why    ?

use the ultimate weapon on a man you haven't seen years

and quite obviously had serenely retreated into rural hermitude with such a wonderfully brought up young girl even bringing up other waifs and strays, too

as even Joachim Zadow said to me on the blower after 20 years 

" we could see  one thing for sure ..you were a great dad " 

only in touch 

due the devils seed being in touch this March

Anyway its the Italian needs the smile wiping from his face ... except the childless come maybe even forty 

only ever have fake ones 

so really that's all one needs to know

oops 'two girls' not bait - pure and simple, perfection

 i cant actually seemy screen to see if i remembered to put them up here as i always sit in the sun rather than go to Portugal to find Bob's ancestry and hairytage..

but only two babes get the audio that goes with it...

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

Now...who is as big a fake, as them Moth and Raynor Winns, Lennon monetising his fake 'love' for a son he hardly ever saw

RIGHT BACK about ten days theres me working away as usual not a moment to think just switch on and type...

and i get rather interrupted by real life...

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THIS POST TRO BE ADDED TO AND FIXED MAYBE BY THIS EVE..depends on socket access

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when he could afford his own fleet of learjets for the daily school run...

Never mind  a fairly rubbish so called kids book, about some loser lost in space...

without much REAL 'philosophy' to share... he almost takes the Winn prize, as having been 'there' - for several years night after night  -  lonely up above fierce mountains  in a death trap (owned by Foyles Books' dead owner - him shagging around, too; and so meanly maintained it may plumet at any moment )

Antoine just didn't 'get' the totality of being nowhere in reality anywhere at 4am over even English hills you're on your own and every smallest change in motor rhythm you know is a dance with death  not even worth writing down in your notepad as you simply cannot sum up having everything to live for it so beautiful especially over Rothbury and the cheviots but at the same time you are doing this silly thing nobody ever could relate to so theres no point caring if it blows you up.... or even the oldschool 'adf' needle has gone wonky and points you into a peaktop... 

there is a state of being that I am not in the mood to exactly recreate in words but Antoine didn't get it either - too showman, too much for his book...

That really didnt leave one in the 'place' where actually doing the mail night after night in hostile territory, in  does get you to.. in obviously 'inadequate' old private schoolboy's  death trap...  

maybe best put as " oops that engine sounds  a bit rough, ohh well have another Serbian coffee and fag and try not to forget that if i empty the pissbottle out of the small  storm  window on the side, i just saw this dusk... it leaves a great big stain down the fuselage and its pretty obvious what it is...  and its been there weeks, oops,  of my turn on night duty... 

"and stick something wakeful on the Walkman..."

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/sep/14/night-flight-by-antoine-de-saint-exupery-review-little-prince-grownups

Night Flight by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry review – The Little Prince for grownups

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Saint-Exupéry’s second novel recreates the spectacle and immense solitude of flying over the Andes, taking the reader to another world

just... is shit.

Give me a Michael K any day over the even slightly confected heroic missions...  

Furthermore i hardly remember several years of endless dull nights trying to stay awake, compared with one, which even over thirty years later, every smallest ripple of real energy going through her gorgeous nose sat next to me as we meandered over the North Sea midwinter all fierce and wavey below.... just me and her...  i wish i had my diary at hand the date maybe a year or so later than admittedly a fine rendition of their song...

 

PHOTOS TO ADD IN OF THE REAL DANCER...who bared her soul to me and my my how it hurt..

her

and me... as we were mid North sea...on the way to see him...

the look on her face she didnt even have to say... cunt has just married the Iman... yet he's porking me..

Anyway all this art and artists even if these ones think that using public money to show off their son's skirt collection

AND EVEN..(it hurts, to look) coopted a fine Serb into their pictorial grift....  

created THE greatest book almost of all time without Melancholy Whores innit....or super stalky stuff as in his greatest Love and Cholera and other hysterias... 

And even if they are too rude to say "thank you" for the so many book recommendations they still get and always will i bet quite a few become orders, as the richer Yummies i know how to target - at least 10 in the last week face to face...

As i say to them yummies " they did it with such genius... poking fun at dangerous two legs without really radicalising the yoof as only Miss Anne Thrope...... yet making it clear we really are to be feared and revolutionised...or at least write a book about it - the true version... "  

I am loyal always...