oooh that was a popular one so it should be...
i had to find it for the other one
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/why-all-eco-fails-only-trusted.html
i think it was these 3 audios the big one about why really....all the bugs n bees are buggered...
https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/07/so-uplands.html
i have the page marked
And even that must never even be spoken of...I'm not paranoid, but 'The Allies' never had to contend with so so much more of this
( wow that was a clever bit of multiphone wizzardry to get that over here.... even if it has already been used for a deeply serious reason...
' cause' .... for which one needs kindly communication and a fairly good word picture or picture of words in a quarter of the minds so many i know suffer with ... stupid Haidt wouldnt know its all in Affluenza written before he was even out of playing stupid space invader games)
all about everywhere hiding behind ashramatic and other generally all the same...personas
You just never know...
me i would prepare for everything ...
( eternal youth is in the can i cant lie and its all they all want .. and they can have it for free or at least the only way i know if feeling like a just teen in 76...anything can happen! .. ...the very serious version...as the flower babe knows downtown.. )
or a bit of shamania knowing the future, then
and i would want a rematch, with 'benefits' .. even if Lesbos has come out of left field the last five eays and proven only they have the real day anything sense of humour...
from about 6 mths ago
indeed at srart of this magical mystery tour - the secret of eternal youth being as is quite often the case for a recluse i bet someone told the fuzz saturday before last 'he looks suspicious...never seen HIM wearing a straw boater .... or any sunhat" ( i am serious i was genuinely worried listen to mental elf audio recent one... the next day despite texting the serious bigshot judge ' i have an ALIBI ..i wozat your sauna ...sweating in your garden all day... anyway they said theyre hunting a white man so that doent include me naturally tanned..[ he rather likes i do believe] ' ..but the lovely little flourishment of true great energy joy hearing that someone else quite obviously ...oops we cant say can we... had been collared... was a true lovely mental elfy moment of pure positivity...and i wouldnt smile for anyones loss the tragedy of err and even him.... as you dont get that wonky unless you have been Britishly parented...AS THE SERB SAID so its not me orrificer...)
ehh where was i rules... Shakkers took a LOT of public money... those who did or in her case 3 years ago still was...
may be fair game
plus they all from about 2018 started to do the ultra con of crowdfunding i have a superb chronicle of loads olf shaktis using their children for illicit cash.. still goes on just seen sixty grand begged buy one of them using her lass for dustcover to her book of lies... ooh dsabled, too.... very
half of em bought a holiday homeland acre in Portugal especially the Garway hill (first contingent of conny RAnbowistas..)
where whilst planning how to get the yoga contracts at the old folks homes one day they allowed known child abductresses to fraudulently claim British tax credits for years ...
dfespite being one of the rfare ones who lived ina cult of Zoe in Portugal all year around..
i know i did the case.. never told anyone never even politely threatened get the kids back as Dolphin is DYING of serious real cancer not made up long crvid...
and i have arranged a bridging grant..his mum will pay your fairs... and a weekly allowance.. while they are at his bedside watching dads terminal cancer grow.. lots of REAL 'growth' there Ms Shekinah...
and i have put it in writing as will everyone else you will not be prosectuted or even have the slightest tale told on you for violently having dad beaten up by your other yoga costume clade nazis down there...
in your 'retreat'
but the weay come the Portugal fires they all (ex Horroford contingent trustafarii)immediately had
very high production values film on Beggiongbowl inc always with little EarthMoony in the shot weeping over his burned up laptop implying they had lost EVERything when they were back and forth Horrorfordshire Queen of the 'spiritual' conshire every other month...
It was genius...a master class.. even if Mistressy as him the beardy one always in the background heroically sifting through the props...oops made up pile of ashes.. her in foreground with the lovely little elfen ones crying wailing at the act of godly Miss fortune...
and then 2020... Dot and her fraudulent crowdfund first line said "charity.. single for corvid called Breathe...."
when i saw no registration number nor ev en pledge to put the cash where she ...
etc
but a Kington lad doing that would immediately have been arrested for fraud...
nohh not in...
anyway .... yes only those who took public money are occasionally named as its unavoidable everyone else knew who they weretoo but of course never said a thing in Truman-show-on-Wye..
even if not one is WORTH identifying so terminally shabby...
except the one who already ins in a latest audio...a case study on..
but will like;ly attack... not 'counter' attack as civilisation is based on being LAdy george... and Voltaire
and his glorious sunshiney state of mind...
no point here everyone's lost theirs...
my only real rule 15 years ago no 16...ALWAYS treble check spelling and grandmmer... before publishing anything .. my IDENTITY is carefully written carefully presented writing always...
but then some rules have to be left behind as getting in the way
of a greater good
and i always write outdoors so in the sunshine as now impossible to even see the screen for the worst offending miss takes..
(one only 'challenges' to be best version of selves as 5 years among the blokes... absolutely NO hope in any single one of them..)
AI, the internet and all of those stupid yanks who think...
they run it as they never could
i italics as it wont let me
A "Nestbeschmutzer" (German for "nest fouler" or "one who soils their own nest") is someone who criticizes or exposes flaws within their own group, family, country, or company. The term implies disloyalty, as the person is seen as making their own community look bad to outsiders
end of italics
Now even if Herman (with reservations) and his superb Sid... got 'it' that the WATTSES AND CO NEVER COULD
BE NOBODY noWHERE....
OOPS ACCIDENTAL CAP.
as i only ever speak quietly we had such a lovely quiet talk....i care
(and never ever even hint at identities of those in a partial pickle as i am a SOLUTIONIST... just this week five bridges are being partially built but they gotta do the last bit !! even when a large pot of gold awaits someone wih some legal purity about them..)
Of Thomas Bernhard the neighbour who beat Herman and Mister MAnn to pure humanitarianism, it was known he NEST PISSED as he wanted them to do better - its a form of purification by amonia... i piss in my nest to point out it needs a jolly good airing... in the sunlight
even if English 'Enlightened' women yes we know thought drinking their own was the route to heaven via Mister Holford Inc even 20 years ago
i was pondering at sunrise ok... what eco laws?
well ..if you must take the fat pill or even HRT which is now being questioned (i have recordings of doctors saying so...babe ones) .. or prozac or Xanies they need just to go to an ecomeet..
then as the posh birds 2006 the lovely innocent lost lamb Hannah to my amazement - her a leader of that pack discovered drinking your own piss - BLOKES TOO!! or is it a sexist pursuit only female piss has special powers?... is the best life extension kit..
it should be compulsory !!
all made to....egalitarian!!!! far more a leveller than a £2 bus ticket
that way their own kidneys may have double the chance at filtering out the secret fatpill or even a 'diet' one for kicks, as my first London girlfriend knew as she dealt in them behind her horseriding gardener facade ...they take..... before the poor sewer bacteria have to deal with it (Inadequately even in London systems maybe 5% still gets through)
.... nest pissery or NestBezzing.... is a NOBLE necessary profession, that civilisation is BASED on... aka Voltaire...and the Queen LADY George Elliot the queen of all pissery ... Silas pisses on EVERYone except Silas and his humble yeomen and women tribe... pissin on the frippery of even the silly bourgeois babe who wanted to no was ENTITLED to buy Eppie's love...
LADY George wouldnt have a word of it..literally literarily hung drew and quartered that female fake carer .... who just wanted to buy a human accessory to her barren lonely childless life..
"fuck off and get a dog... " to paraphrase all of the perfect book, Silas..
and if we need it in two lines
" and ruin it, with your over controlling bourgeois ways terrified of everything that may dribble down your fine dresses ...even your own cumjuice.."
.... I'm sure even ancient Italians managed a bit of that hygienic ammonia disinfectionary pissin between their obsessive annals
yes...even the first Shakti... Mrs 'Rainbow' scout... 2006. in our hills looking for her angle... " im looking for a large remote space where we can ruin the land with ten thousand RAinbows... " we helped.... with reservations as we lived in real Hinterlandshire...ooh i like that...
BUt i knew that would nevver be a 'happening' as soon as we took her under our wing and then..
" i shall 'connect' you with BArbara at the Bush a well known lethal user of younger women in trouble...
"however she has some facilities
including
she coerced 8 genuinely ill people into buying the property ...or long lease.... who she was official 'nurse' to in their very sick people home....and then so successfully shooed them off never to be seen again... or ask for their cashback...
" as soon as io saw her businerss card ' Barbara wise woman' i was wise enough to say 'barbara.. there is a line i shall draw it out for you on your bar of watered down beer and as everyone says inedible food that takes 3 hrs to arrive...
" i want nothing ever ever from you other than you have the only good trampoline for miles where my lass will come and bounce sometimes....
" otherwise you stick YOUR side of the line..... never even notice me...and i shall stick to mine...
" which worked as over a decade i was the ONLY person who never ever had a row with her never was fitted up with false alegations her lovely habit when her poor little winged broken birds arrived into her trap, worked for hera few months at said bar... and then didnt get their wages usually as they were carted off in a copcar after BAbs lovely false allegations..never to return even to heckle for their embezzled wages as of course that would elicit 'harassment' charges too...
[ the greatest comedy ever in all of history when she got the call from Missus Hotel... i was there having nothing from her conbar but probably cleaning the bogs for no cash as one must respect even tourist bottoms desrve something not out of Pappi... you had to be there her ukltra ashramic yogi face lit up..." ohhh she is doing MEEEE....and they are even supplying a 24/7 personal shrink to support me during the filming..." {whispered to a rare sane person there... " god that poor shrink.... nobody in history could survive Barbara's simply astounding ability to fuck heads... except me.... her perfect im a poor orphan and walked up from NZ..and saved the world en route via so many lovely tribes of lovely caring peoples......and am now here ONLY to spread love via my beautiful community...where everyone can use my love all day for FREE... as we know that is her up all night lounging like a walrus in the back room counting every penny really rather obsessively"]
" anyway shakkers i can tell you are tough behind the ashram smile... you need ac comodation and transport as usual a borrowed car likely borrowed rather permanently from the last bloke you tricked via that smile...lets take it back where it belongs, legally, or there just may be some aggro Corro would really best not be witness to...
"i will sort out the conartist and make sure you arent one of her preciousses... you have to make a partial bargain with the devil but make sure its in writing and witnessed... she darent pull a fastie with me...
"for Corros sake great trampoline.. ok camping..i pass by most days alternate weeks on the way to LLAngortse racist school where they teach racism against the 'English' never mind rthe poor black girl who turned up one day and the whole school turned to look at her with oggleyyes..... i can give you lifts...
[the only part of the bargain required you cannot say: and we ponder how compromise with the father who you so so forever eternally love but wont let him see ever as he eats sausages otherwise is your perfect twinflame as long as it isnt used to barbeque bangers for his so beautiful lad... but it would have worked... over time..]
"lets see if we can get you to MUTUALLY benefit one another as she does need SOME Fake PR to overcome her even worse PR and methinks you may be JUST the trick in that dept...and may look a bit nicer in the photos...mutual benefit...solutions to her solution of shit that pollutes the river ajacent to her 'ecodestination'.. and rubbish i sometimes clear myself even if we live aside up here in teh hills precisely to avoid this whole fake load of space cadet ex violent immos arrived from 2005ish .. the deal is once you are in ..i will ensure you will be...you try and do something about this evil bitch - allowed as assessment as into my chronicling audio device 2002 an unimpeachable nice / smart 60 year old woman working in Knighton conartist cafe was far far ruder about the lovely BAbs as she had been a real victim...and knew her grift inside out...
leaving litter bags all around the foxes rip open and end up all over the whole SSSI area along the Wye... i think you are tough enough inside... indeed intuited in the first second i met you.... trying to scam our hills for your ill gotten gain.. "
which did remarkably work for some months quite satis all around ... until of course the flower girl butterflies off to where she will indeed be able to also be...BArbara...their wonderful exqample
of how to truly dominate...
As they did and do...sorry ive had enough of every false " poor me.." live around HAy-on-Gaywhy... that excludes fine lesbians i should imagine...
every single fake carer just as much a thief as BAbs (ends up deported ) ...
fakes how much they 'care'...
And not one ever collaborate or even share..
And Shakti wasnt one would even want a little bite of the bitter cherry in respect of...
no respect for even her own lad's oft stated wish to know his dad ...
But i mainly did women's cases usually in fact against a dad from 2010 as by then they had caught up on the BPD league tables..
and usually have more alcohol mixed in... so...
to be cont
" lass.... in my dream cabinet ... you get the bigjob... even fifty plus, you are the only youngun....all your whole ' bodily' only pukka youthful purity via your fabulous loose mermaid tongue you are her... and musthus be ambassadress to ...your hometown...Ipanema.."
" or consort ... you're no con artist..
" lucky girl your Missus ..
" you the only one dare make even a joke about her sanctification..... why on earth arent you real Queen in charge ....?!
" me and the very sweet obviously placid girlnextdoor sidecick down at the quite obvious lesbian honeymoon destination thistime lasteryear
" so politely just in conversation with a woman at the ultimate romantic lezzie lookout over towards sanity acrosse La Manche ..sat on her bench.... . an obvious wicker basketine tie dye who had done all the facile titillating DeBottine work she jut smelt of it. .. likely with antique 2cv up the road... .
" . i mentioned very smilingly ...just in polite conversation...the frequency of lovely birds as smiley as you i would see a year here hand in hand even if no bees left due their products or other miscellaneous HRTs in the sewerage..likely fattypills too......or whatever .. which i wouldnt dare to even mention i am so polite twas just a nice day passing wistful chat friendly .... and she bit my head off ' YOU ARE A NASTY SEPARATIST......" ... which i loved as symbolic product of all of their this century's toxic sludge of they know they are just superior cos they have a Tolle in their basket or whatever else false bullshit goes hand in hand with all the rest of it....
" why...i am serious.... why arent you propper top doggin Quen ?!? whomsoever you may get in the back of that big van o yours you are simply the best skinny tanned gorgeous freely speechifyin bird of them ALL... i wouldnt be so nasty about hammerhead fish in the polluted sea i wouldnt even wish conman Nige a case of benign herpes from his fine German wife's fine real woman youth.... [ they dont tell u about the real nighttime habits of fine Germania] ... you have a RESPONSIBILITY ... to have become at least Ministress for something.... ok not children as youre too custardy to have any, but otherwise you are the supreme one even tougher nut than Malala my heroine with her ' Oi Taliban you losers you failed ..i still got most my brain left and one good eye .. ' ... "
"because my man i could only be supreme dictator ... maybe a little benign .... but you think i can put up with one more word of their wank...!"
" you trying to drive me beserk in this gorgeous heat, which drives any real country man to thoughts of only one thing.... mention of how you spend your evenings . ... but if ever anyone should be her Benign dickship.... i just met her...
look how small mine is next to yours ..... far more intimate than your bigjob ... mine had no way of escaping or hiding anything of her.... the ultimate anti seperatism device.... even if it failed"
real conversation i dont lie
and joke on me, literally in the one place youre not allowed to make a joke about ...
( even if the frequency of alcoholic chaps are no joke...so so many of themtoo)
silly me i got quite good at that in the first few years in the stony Wasteland...
but you can't 'think' of it proactively.... it just hits you like a not here bee between the eyes at times "stupid me...its what they did NOT say ever that's the key...to making me look actually very sweet and a reluctant Nestbeschmuter (let me see did i get the spelling right first try..?
oggles version nestbeschmutzer but thats ok that counts as i almost always write only in the sunshine in quiet parks so couldnt see the obvious typo
now.... i have been FULL time on all this material for at least 3 weeks even if it doesnt look like it
And there is a sequence i keep ruining by thinking up more waffle to add in but really it must STOP HALT fookin achtung baby...
i have so much to weave back in...
Especially when one has such a wonderful volcano of a day - the slow burn kind, but the lava is overflowing...
will it remain hot and dangerous [not to me to themselves] or gently solidify into something one can walk upon safely...
(even if up there in poshlands of fake greens they mowed their best WILDFLOWER MEADOW yesteraft... which really ahs broken my heart... especially as a fair few afternoons i just bedded down there for my afternoon kip and book..)
thirty two percent and i thought it would have been up to at least fifty...
(the day after yes a real heartbreaking tragedy...)
Anyway even the Southerner of the BBC has on his wireless at quarter past sixish " plant more flowers" due the bumbles down 30% ... (and that was merely 2022) ..
Except there is problem number one of TWO!
It merely is a case of LEAVE more flowers, petal...there is no such thing as a 'weed' or if one wishes to be all Lowlander, Dipsaci or is it disacuses are beautiful and a certain kind of bird is especially evolved to favour them...
Few Northerners would actually understand as ... well the story of the land, and the Lowlands start precisely at Lyonshall - everywhere east of if one drew a line North South, and everywhere South of about Ripon ..
and to be unantagonistic to folk from them parts or rather that land mass of mass extinction of any souls or sense..
as i am sure they get intimidated by using even a word 'uplands' or even mid[elevation] lands...
as hills are merely to play in and have 'adventures' as long as one is well equipped with anti Teazel sprays and hats and water botts (my equal - her OF them 300m and abovelands she laughs when i say " luv on all three red alert days i meandered up past yours lunchtime or should we be inclusive and say dinnertime..no hat, ok one day i had ONE cup only of water in a plastic milk bottle taken from someones recycling... usually no water...
"as i wanted to die ...and you know why... from our wonderful winter high byway meetups randomly when the selkies deemed it was kairos time...
ehh yes .... so they started to come to my past 200mpluslands to use nice fluffy language which a splendid lesbian wouldnt find 'seperatist'... ... which interestingly is far less arable - plants are very elevation specific far more so than i ever knew, than one may assume..
Anyway imagine a long windy byway from a lower hamlet going up into the hills to the west... nobody for ever would bother to cut the verges... and those 200mplus elevations one has more sparse flowerfilledness in the hedgerows so every flower really really does matter (especially as the truth of the land for centuries is that 99% of farmers and i was one so i'm allowed to say so even if i was due pwerfect old rustic Ralph a true environmentalist, in the '1%' flower hating fascists..
They demand they live in Surrey too with perfectly manicured verges as far as the junkies eye can see... even if some very forgotten old backwater..
They resent the nutrients and even sunshine each flower may take from their meaty operation...
Anyway some fat Midlander - by which one means the 'Black Country' a region of retail parks, forever, or in living memory, even if they would arrive and give tales of some mythical 'gypsy' past, just in their own scummy industrial Midlands back garden (and you cant help it where you were born)
"i'm from the Black Country and thus am some earthy Romany adjacent un impeachable person to ALSO be almost 'pitied' as due their perfect living-in-harmony with seasons and flowers and all that....gathering herbs so as to treat the horsey with a tickle in its throat... when in fact they worked in the local pill factory (back there) and as soon as they began to buy up the cheap old cottages of the MIDlands (elevation 200mish and up) it was hilarious in that demanding they be noticed via cutting a strip of verge outside their 'place' indeed looked the most absurdist artform ever..
fat ex pill factory manager must cut his bit so as to prove he arrived... or her sometimes..
Which sounds pedantic but when they also started to apply the same purification treatment to all the public spaces including The Warren by Hay in 2001 ... THE greatest established huge wildflower meadow in the area...
Thats when you know they deserved to run over a big nest of ground dwelling bees and get the consequences..
(and not have learned as proper country folk do " BEE or WASP..or even HORNET... bugging, KEEP YOUR GOB SHUT IMMEDIATELY " as a sting on your 10 year olds tongue is the one way they could quickly and very very painfully just like those unheadscarfed babes nobody actually cared about... get throttled to death....)
Anyway.... i repeat Warren performance yesterday ... nobody cares..
The Lowlanders will have been walking by and not even NOTICE... a couple of wonderful flowerfilled acres ... genocided...
and item 2 is one cannot say a thing unless one has a back protector... ok its almost ...well i had no idea that the whole SWestershire seems to be samesexshire santuary shire...
only with a partner in tow to the local farmers or council or whatever will one be treated with SOME respect ... that no Green Party person as they trickled in only to shitty towns like Leominster could ever ever understand..
as they hardly ever go beyond their shitty towns...
But item 2 REALLY is... as i have been reminded so beautifully in one person...
How certain 'bubbles' - all Lowland even in WAles, do utterly use up ALL the oxygen and dont even know whats been going on up the road for decades..
THE 'land' - and small farms are always a bit nicer to flowers, or potentially so once she has had it out with im round the bacon table ... so the land needs couples - a 100 acre farm cannot even survive if it does do awful tourist glamping without a couple doin' it.. always has been that way... shared tasks .. and larger farms always default to " ok we need 4 tractor drivers they are pricey so we MUST use every last drop of glyphosate we will be able to get away with, as that brings down the price tag by millipence of each grain of corn.. and each flower left in the fields takes a BIG chunk of cost base away especially now we can measure it to the faction of a billipence with HAL9000 over there in the corner and he costs a fortune to fix too... "
Which is why the environment is fucked...
the farmers on the small farms (but not in Swestershire which is merely a holiday camp every inch of it) are even sourer when they get bored of Pornhub or cider ... and there is nothing left at all to take away their feeling of existential Utterly aloneness as most of the babes need to be near the shops...
and go down the pub,its 5 lonely landsmen to every supermarket check out babe maybe left in the region and thats in fact an even more bitter cross to be unbearable..
And yet try 'sharing' this with a Green, a green small g, or an accademic from Bubbletown..
guess what
(but i adore and am only energised by the Christian bigot's Wasteland...
and being the one weirdo who for a decade has attempted to share this rather large matter that defines ALL middishlands ... everywhere...cept the place they all go and semi retire to so are myopic indeed thats a good defo of narcissism .. i had no idea is so incurable ...
but it is in my annals at least....what REALLY happened...?
someone patronising me.... would certainly be participant in something that surely will end up to some extent in the history books...immortal.
as will she be - the Doctor from Oxford... who set herself up as VERY WELL FUNDED saviour of all nature in the whole past region....even MY hills she was asked to assist me at and never even bothered to answer the question...... but i put into the audio yest theREAL story of her... and it matters... shes terminally single too of course and her fakebook speaks of all men as abusers...or thats always their hint...
that became the only gig they know...
why also they are so so sour they cant ever do the JOB they say they, are.. their whole identity 'nature protectors' when... i have two perfect stories which show in fact almost the exact opposite...
she would likely sue though... unless i spend 5 hrs getting out all the photos photos of her texts and recordings of this and that... only from a few years ago...
and NOTHING has changed... other than i randomly discovered The Source of them all....
five hundred quid a year to store
and sure as ferrits are ferrits
wont ever be collected
but yes I still gather and hunt the oddgoodone
never mind carry around 4 boxes of em found even in this cultural desert
a real pain in arse but ...
there isNO ' ambiguity' ...
ine must always act as if the fairies decide to actually help maybe by giving one a propper dise of exotic ecolii and the nursies have to track down a next of kin
if theyve slept enough to manage to think in 2 d..
or run out of their drugs too
ambiguous .... hmm... just the kind of word the profiteers would deploy
when they too only know crocodile tears
i always give anyone 2 weeks to respond
but we shall see
the real tragedy
The fabulous only toughnut ( illegal teen preg, now a fine young radical lawyer 25years later)in the whole of Pastyshire
with the only fine mind
fought with her counselling degree professor Leon
i explored til i found her in the last place on earth
" they come here flounce around the prom all day pretending to be sweet mermaids and they even got their vicious soundhealer talons into my sister and ruined her.. conned her into their cult."
but forced into Rupert's bed as only ' alternative' even if her true love a defo economic migrant ..from Iraq..
tragedy
neds to be a comedy
i know no other woman who makes me laugh, so
...with his perfect troubadour nomadic shamaniac walking ...
well they aren't sticks
no ' staffs'
and hipster beardy ajacent just beardy 'nuff
with a large stafftopping of crystal inlay
(i had to bite my tongue to hold back the laughs .)
( proof the goose is dead theres usually not even nuf signal here to kill off the last bit of designer bread
from no sour
dough)
Say a prayer with heartfelt emojiis abundant
Let it be!!!
Lisa ....
newly created
Ministress of pulling up your socks
( im sure real northerners would ave figured
rather an unnecessary idiocy summertime
their docks)
get ' processing' ...
all that maters
GOLDRUSH time.....
i mean if err Wigan is gona be beacon hill
for the New Republic of them all so ill
until they get Lisa's newbuild sensory garden
indoors..... babes get sharpenin your PFI claws
and grant apps
....online...i know theres shit broaband dont whine
our day to shine
plenishy abundant facile tittilatory
queens of all so 'sensory'
and be part of New Jerusalem
our kairos has come ...
.... Totnes inc
at least theyll have our aromatic therapies
to medatitively and hollistically
guide em down the sink
hole
whilst we profiteer ....
commin' with us ( itsvanlife) eer
run.... just enuf snakecash...
off we go and con the poor Europeans ...
were not just livin off, back home rent
market rates
anyway i always forget the true inventor of punk
' punk' as the greatest expressive artform ever as to exactly whats what
still
and why thyre all self identifiy as
"ill"
"this is THE one most romantic church in history.... "
and give them the story (quite often if at my docking station)
"the cynics say one thing...i know he was just drunk and got the wrongun, pointin at him... .... but it gave us Lorna... a truly magnificent pacifist tract.. never mind Master Ridd alone up in the hills real man farmin' no-one to help im dig out his frozen lanbsteaks"
why i really need my van fixed....
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/come-and-get-your-free-selkie.html
as it will no way on earth get though to twenty seven
I know the one man i must find on the way to,
out of hell called Devon
Mister Frockish " the last great rock band..."
i need to shake his hand
(knowing every smallest scratch and bit o feedback i still cant tell which is the most perfect moment - version ...recorded and the yoof fake it theyve got the best 'remaster' all they can do twiddle knobs and not create their own
new revolution ... " cos theyre afraid a bad credit score if you get seven years slammer for bashin up a deathhouse factory..and never again afford the free data
contract" )
Ive got to get to his Serbia
and tell em of what rhymes with ...it
In the Lingua Franca
After all only she ....
spitting opprobrium "groundhogs .. " and all that
destroyed by womb rewilding manifestly failed bullshit
inspired
that poetical hit
If they had a poet for president or just some real nomad in his tent
Thats guaranteed free unEnglished passport, surely
in a world of just one bit of her spittle, homeopathically
microscopic trace of sanity
might apreciate why shetoo got on the rongun
nanaboat wise
(Imoan will love it her soundbowl paradise got on wireless this morn before he's even in.... competing for victim cash ... to be cont)
Now... i knew it the moment he said he loved MAnchester
And fair dinkum a VERY impressive woman journalist - men not ever DARING to say real stuff
my " women have the voice" audio a few weeks ago yet again proven
" i followed him around in his mayoralty for years ... inner circle of crumb whores ....
Andy's always open sanctum doors
it was interesting... as long as everyone basked in the glow of his man of the people image and foul aftershave all was smiley and sweetly bouncy your favourite uncle PAndy... but that time he was asked a REAL question not on his cheatsheet about how his plod were being very nasty and fittin' folk up or summit like...he suddenly went ICY cold as dark Lord as that silly costumed one from star Wars... really fuckin hot and dark lord of the dark arts that one.... "
I believed...only her
Superb real journalism...
Amazing she was even allowed on the BBC...
ahahh just enough battery left
(i dont argue merely arrogantly adopt their insouciance
just occasionally chuck away stealthy insurance
but yesteraft.. (in public space) " sorry luv.... them fey fake beatles your bleatin' on about....
as a 100% pacifist wouldnt even wish Mr big O cidere causing the fine Iranian anti headscarfe babes an earlier than scheduled execution likely as we speak...a bad cold
but the same year that one of them fakes who singlehandedly imported all that fake indian guru craptoo
got an early dispatch
when the job was even then to unThatch as every sane one of us knew
.... to think if i were New Order i would sue for trades descriptions Pandy trying to sound all hip sounds with it on in the background to his last videographic speech...
..i can tell you a story about the fakest Manchester adjacent man in all of history just this spring
manages to con even me
steal ALL my oxygen when i didnt have any time to spare
at least in "love" he would spout..
mentally ill no doubt
.... only one man though tragic for his Belgian bird
But as thefine Serbian priest once said
even if meself i far prefer dreamy hippy girl stuff
The day the music died ("the last great rock band")
(and The 'North' endedtoo)
The real musicman real artist too ... even if by his own hand
rather than some externally assisted alcoholic boss of a little cheeky Puddleborn boyband
Laber....even Midlanders....
The man who couldnt even tell that Nick the bloke he would take to tea...
In Commons likely Lords too....
was spinning a web of deceit and false allegation fantasy
several years the borderline personality
obviously disordered
Order order let the minister speak....
the truth no lies
pulled the wool over fatty Watsons eyes
( when even i knew the smell of rats)
Anyone who thinks any Northerner ( my formerly only enjoyed territory ..i loved propper, my tough northern whippet of a grandad, as he also saw thru the effete dodgy drip of a son he had accidentally caused to effect)
can be trusted to know any reality
never mind unThatch their own houses built of stolen gravy
(" fourty years of Neo.. liberalism")
is as bonkers as ....
I need no thing.
Various things on the other site...
Two decades of dreary gentleness...
notepad normally far more nice neat Paperchasey handwriting
Not one of them Lowlanders and their whole Industry ( ehh define a 'service economy' even if myself i wish no economy being an expert of economics as i am, and know its all artificial and Ruskie Roulette, just redistribute the grub a bit more fairly: making money from other humans by conning them with vats of snake oil or 30 quid haircuts, and thats just the boys... the ugliest tattoos in history, conning them that Lisa's 'sensory centre' filled with chemical aromas as 'therapy'... is any substitute for a good dose of real country smells " "esti ... careful.... theres one in the bed somewhere i can smell it - the sweet smell of ferret on the loose leaving her little tidy piles of poo on the go ... now which of the so intelligently designed territorial corners is it today..?")
Anyway if you REALLY are a battleaxe you have to give away EVERYthing...
No half way houses to stock up on Brighton Rock..
You even have to give away your 'identity'...
Mine being for so many years that humour is ok but likely achieves nothing so don't waste your time 'awaking' up and immediately " womb rewilding [service]" comes into my sick mind (c the Roches proper writers unlike 1 1/2 dimensional Northern angry young men)
Which i could be richer than Mister Grott if it got out that it is available as a special service only at the elite
retreats
and that just sprung up from nowhere
or maybe it is from somewhere
its impossible to know. BUT ITS NOT ME
Thus one gives away ones actual 'identity'
Be not me
The one service that they dare not actually sell.
which is of course the cure
To that which they darent truly see
jt's not quite all fascism-lite
glowing
out from the ten grand supercomputer on her dashboard
25 plate leccy showoff van
a week ago " here i'll have two more weeks please even if im going on strike as nobody phones me any more a bit of parchy weather and they all hide under their sunshades ...panting and performative moaning"
" ... i took your last one down a few days ago i realise i left it well after you paid for....."
" i noticed....bless yer soul..."
But actions speak ...ONLY
In my world of so many gibbers (WHY the rural lands wilted...and if i told them Suchet's Blott and Geraldine James, were my almost only role models of course even my one pet..pet Northerner rich woman....
wouldnt call me back in to do her mucking - entirely rebuilding her soil from scratch soon.... she agreed " god the soil here is extraordinary it looks loamy and rich but i have never known such MEAN soil...sums the whole place up"
Anyway.... as usual i bridge all of them even if i like NO Lowlander (i think the legal warrior babe has to qualify as Highlander due actually doing what she says..)
so among all the whole grift all over the place all they can do is persona spin themselves.. in the loneliest unconnected place i have ever known
( A JUDGE - senior... THE big Cruella bossbabe of the hunt ... and The Christian did say in writing she would redeem herself of her sins lieing she wanted continuance in this life on her land)
Dooneshire is 100% suburb
Anyway i now feel sorry for the Chrets in that Mister Prayer for the day today has managed merged their Vudu with Eckheartian Now...
THE PERFECT EXCUSE for never ever ever caring about even the next moment or the bugs that on page 2 "HE" says are his gift to them...
... when i will be starving as this best ever summer
drought, means my phone stopped even ringing occasionally
but i wouldnt have it any other way
Ahahh copyright me just came... Mister Pandy
or as he wishes to be thought of UNThatch ...
Now.... there was superb culture from the North Sillitoe... Barstow i think..
Then of course Mister thingumy no battery... Friday Night Saturday Morning... No that was Sillitoe
Who would make such superb word pictures and even plays for today all that...about the Northern man in his shiny Jag...
Man of The People
Who was..... ALWAYS.... venal dodgy secretive warped rather weird kind of mummy's boy underneath the vile pungent aftershave pinched from Harrods to cover up the whiff of chipfat and fine useful ferret crap on his patent boot soles...and ...
and yet again before i even check if all photod SUPERfast handwritten pages (all i ever do is Utterly ultra fast on the hoof no aforethought except 35 years knowing what needed to be 'said' and its kairos time ) are even here in order as that takes more battery than ....i have
as even the seemingly fine ish mind of your thirty year NHS frontliner can't actually believe any words said " cos of you ... no grudges but the cause and effect is so so many 'moments' wasted... i thought you were an actual ally who ...etc"
Anyway... the latest today offering god the whole lot of (richer) them... and their persona "we must have hermitude [fake] to plenish our poor hurt souls....[when as the world record holder, actually worse than Malkinson who got out after 17 years wrongly held after dodgy coppers fitted him up...of a life sentence fucked by vile slithery objects like ones own lost Conran addicted family who 40 years ago i sanely orphaned myself from actively ... even sort of nicely... i knew by twenty years ago.... subtly head down not wanting to even WASTE ANY BROKEN CHINA ON ANYONE EVER, bullwise... ...as i have never met ANYone in Uk worth challenging via saying what needs to be said, to them.... for their own good...] actual therapy is taking on the mad baddies.. bit by bit..never hiding unless it is necessary due no back protection nor any money to get the bus home if someone plays nasty legal games...
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/p/estrangement.html
(nice little section at the end on real Britain Pandy
clad PAntists will only perpetuate as theyre their mates
especially Lisa Nandy
with her "Wigan now has an expensive sensory centre for the poor endless rivers of victims we pander to pantin
for our patronage
in my Wigan"
FAKE LANYARD CLAD VILE CHARITY CASH GRABBIN 'CHILD' sadness specialists, who fake ever ever ever actually ever DOing anything other than use estranged kids as their latest begging bowl cash cow... via the BBC no less)
And also learning from the GREAT culture of Reginald Iolanthe ten times better than any wonky dadaists...
that his performative art empire of Grot...
The last great real artistic and philosophical statement
He wanted to fail as he saw through ALL the swampmud...
well....who knows he tried to failed and failed,
and it worked.
But working never works either
when crap like a young lost user boy gets to nuumber six in the charts
(Ahhhahh of the MANy fakes did he steal his most famous line from a fairly good adaptation thisteraft of They Shoot Horses... ? the nuthin to lose one...
ohh yes.... sanctuary.. i only need sanctuary from places in Swestershire where this is their default fake persona ... Winterings... ehh H is For HAwk..
all this made up self pitying crap
That RIULES the whole section of society that has the lanyards or even more important has the ear of the ones who write social policy for the layard wearer
(one came by today bloke 60s all energetic after a good 'meditation' session ... all the right aristo hipster ajacent look loudly " i love the project Im IN LOVE [sic] with the project.. we will get grants for it... " )
tragic time wastery
and as your next Andy Pandy
has likely accurate been termed
People Pleasers...
Never mind the story of the rural fringelands
My half- the-time worklands
just to keep alive
" ohh we'll certainly be getting you to continue that job..."
And it never happens
But there's always new learnings
How to skin of teeth keep on keepin on
despite them
RIGHT LOADS OF FUN POIGNANT PICS TO GO IN HERE
WITHIN 24 hrs
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
..... And I certainly will be with some...
As there are a few great goodies. Who make the baddies seem so lonely and lost even if the majority...
The girl in the shop this eve:
" so what do you think about it ..i love it too..... so so QUIET them all at their tellies all eve..and not up til lunchtime.....but speak honestly i wont mind... what do you REALLY think about it....?"
"well..ehhm ok..no offence dont take any ... all my adult life 18 to 30 until i turned intoa saint.... i really rather only roamed mainly europe but other parts to ... .. now i will tell you s ad fact... and well i had a bit of a thing for exploring the women too....
" French women ...well you dont have to chat them up as its au naturelle to quite immediately become lovers...i mean easy lovers no fuss no English silly giggling or getting pissed...l'amour...sensual ... whatever class ..always flawless..... homeless flea ridden ones, flawless ive even had it off in ditch behind an old building in Nice i had only just met her...with a very sad one but we just had to have it off to express our pure shared humanité..
or all the way up to the elite the elan........ and then even the older ones... 100% sexy Isabelle so sexy even seventy..and she KNOWS it... . and they are the best in the world as i told everyone i met in three years of provisional second ref informal streetcorner campaigning ... ok first equal with Spaniards... a 21 year old spanish taught me.. when i was five years older than her ... to... not just go beserk for her body the moment we got it on on my carpet one hot London afternoon... ...but she said NO stop iiiittt.... treat me like a sensual flower to be opened slowly and softly...that i am even if very very experienced .... and she was a right slapper from the other side of the tracks.. she was right though and no English had ever had the hummanity to even say what she liked.... so.... does that say who i may wish to win...
" but then yes ehh..i only went in to charge my laptop under cover as all the pubs and cafes here are SO SO stare-at-you its horrid... that evening i knew they would stare elsewhere...but not having seen a tv 20 years i could not believe the way the camera zoomed in high definition at endless people who were so well off they ere wasting many thousands on being at a stupid game.. but they were closeupping on one after the other grown women and men looking like they were 2 years old and had the worst tantrum ever ongoing.... i could not believe the total and utter grotesque of it..... and that also thats clearly what people are nowadays set to in their heads ...."
" god .. yes my hiubby goes out to watch it at the pub and comes back filled up with such totally weird fake emotion and i agree 100%...when i once saw it on telly i had exactly the same disgusted reaction.... "
"sorry i didnt mean to say anything suggesting you werent as perfect as a Frenchie by the way i hope you didnt take it personally... but i was taken aback at you asking me an older stranger such a wonderful question i went too far... sorry... now..but its not all weird sickness i guess.... that french lad from the slums.. i hear his story on the wireless sometimes..he.. black.. would have been dead of some rapsong by 18 i guess had he not become this true wonderful story...just latterday NApoleon but not such a loser or pumped up prick....
"..even i know his name KILLIKAN... and my awful father the world would have been better off really if he's been killed in Heysel or what was that one their still trying to get self pity for.. Hillsboro... all that money on fancy lawyers...that could have been used for youth clubs.. .... fuckin scousers always were utter con artists one and all....
" anyway... my heart is one place
"even if i only love one who doesnt even have a European passport... supposedly stateless... refugee to this hell hole... do try and leave one day...you are so young.... dont waste away here especially with fine bright eyes like yours..."
I never stop...
the 'message' but its time to add some meat to the bones.... as so so many wasted my time to now - even this year after one was told her fake words have consequences...even another sad mad nurse...
i have none left
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/come-and-get-your-free-selkie.html