With the one Source of all the wickery... "You are the wisest of them all"
My 'work', worked.
Thursday, 3 September 2026
Wednesday, 2 September 2026
What a beautiful actual proper English use of bein' a mere commentariat....
almost no twat can
do any more
the word 'whore' ...
may have many dimensions, way beyond all modern Miss Comprehensions
One of the pioneers of progressive rock with a profound romantic touch.... RIP Mr. Lake
i bet she wouldtoo...
however i cannot be bought
especially when such a magnificent other chap's child, needs my fullest symphony, set up....to educate, as is my responsibility
Anyway where am I, yes ninety nice percent of them.... her unword merely a FEELING we both shared...
in sentence three throw some or other ferkin crucifix at you
often even line two
I ain't lame.....
Never have been thank you....
not since i did what i didn't want to do, and DID....
on behalf of, not just my kid....
but there really is the perfect version of 'romantic' work to do, despite
i shall one night
Find the perfect words.
They always come, just as this morn,
soon after dawn.
And ...to be cont
Right Mister not-very-good-on-his-native-'saudade' to do... or finish. As his answer to the big Q, ok, but really does need an extra manifesto line...
Just don't get FAT!!!!!!!
(she won't " ehh up lass you're tough..." though i do or have let her march on before me.... knowin' there'sll be a kairos mo, sooner or later...after all we're on the same mission..... )
And die younger than need be...
of being so scaredy cat you bowdlerise your own truly magnificat
hymn to ....
not quite sure what...
BUt certainly NOT
what some scroffulous lil' nerd adjacent (what are they called ohh yes Scotties of Rhyl about a year or so ago.. those lads at school all two of em that were terrified of never getting a girl and thus started a disco... and then got into those BBC computers i never even saw.... so as to techy-doinate, and cover up their self hate....way before theis silly Silicone valley boys were blowin up poisonous plastic dolls, for their billionaire thrills)
BBC producer thinks having rediscovered his 70s record.... NObody ever listened to, but now we seem to have it
on 4chan every other day... when it was exactly what 1976 was designed to chuck up all over never mind those Scotty adjacent leather jackets...every fly-boy except the actual flyer ones, wore...
cos they're too adjacent to everything else, 'cept reality
even if Greg bowdlerises the greatest ending in all of musac and divinity....
splendid effort for an older fatty even accepting the terrible camera angles that made him look even fatter so fat likely he died of it before he could reclaim, times changing just a tad, the greatest ever "COMPLETE ME"
in history.
ignoring the first very Scottie adjacent nonsense...
as in all centuries there's only ever been one question
Anyway back to the point, and even if it may sound a tad grandiose, and copying the Master's Class..iest, NOW -living in history and bugger off with your unneeded anything ... and certainly not their flaky crucifix
of patinated, self hate
dressed up in a death cult high priestesses
nylon dress
on fire as she dozed off in even his sermon
about where it all started, soon to be deployed, The Mon
oooh thats rather good for insta-rap unplanned fast typed pap,
almost genius even if a tad grandiose
but when i get to 'god'.. with my firehose
And the annals.... no lil' boys involved
Their sins well.. even the "divine and universal whore" couldnt absolve
The amount of dirt i have on their soles
Never mind complete and utterly bad rhyming, arseholes
pinchin' and releasin' to the very opposite tune
they self promote all mornin. sometimes even afternoon
FFF's cannot ever ever be faked, that's the point, and when
...you get one early on from the one local sex-bomb actual real rural lass - who deserves the nomenclatter, as being a real rural lass even after a MAncunian PR firm background, and having transitioned fully, to, in the local Coop wghere she would linger despite hubby back home weilding his meartcleaver: " ohh smell my armpits..... pure new wool.... that ive been grappling with this morning in the mud... my mud, no workshops involved.." and thus looked at least fifteen years younger than her same age as me....
That is fine, and that was then.... i can't even recall if she featured in wifeygate, when i don't need to, as you don't even THINK of ones already taken... even if she was driving force as she very very well knew...
especially our huddle in her pickup cab on the empty roads of APRIL 2020 such a wonderful huddle...
THEN ONE OF THEM CYCLES BY .... " are you all right......? you look as if you may be being... "
" ignore the stupid hypochondriac Helen i know what she is behind her vicious performative-nag...and she pays for the fancy supplements theyre all addicted to shoveling down their nags gobs, by defrauding poor humans defrauding them with the latest trendy must have supplement or detox..as she bragged to me when i was politely chatting to a fellow rural byway user a year back...... which clearly never worked on her very very toxy countenance... so where were we, now..... ohh yes isn't it paradise we can just stop and chat very close up in your cab in the middle of the road... no traffic, now all the rest are cowering at home, even HERE! ... except her over there god she was SO fun....even you couldn't match her....she told me she was armed when i stopped for a natter a few weeks ago.... playfully ..I mean you must remember Blott.... he would be funing with jealousy at thge way i disarmed a REAL Geraldine James, straight out of the Harmony HAirspray ad.... me and her duelling to the only death there is....cos of this... Uttermost heavenly slow down... ."
No more 'now', so.... (and there is NO word for them, so says the EXPERT)
In the end I won...
As there is one thing better than Farmer Helen's 'fff' (friendly farmers finger - which is what the COOL peeps of the REAl rural 'Interlandia - define, 15 per km sq or below ) seven or eight years ago, which is a fhw... even if it took near a year! wow... it was impossible...
And it has gone and kicked me off the purest frequencial stride, ever.... i mean there's me being a happy tramp doing the latest fix...
ahhh it's coming back, ehhh... yes got it
The Great Find a Wide scandal
Wifeygate... (the quest a day or so back when the five thousand half dead fishies who read this - indeed i bet you're finrotted by your teflon fryin' pan so fatally that your eyes have also dropped out and you never read the warning on the vibrator either that stated crystal clear 'contains traces of PFAStoo' .. and that's unusable as well, as your fins..
In the old days one would be landlopeing around the land and indeed as Gabriel may have, spied one at a bridge or gate and 'ad a natter...
But fast forward a century or so the scandal is that you can't even dream of one who may be able to FIXTOO (she said she would if provided with the tools i of course have... but then 'community' isn't something in their Now... the real version: ok you can have my tool box - crammed with just enough real tools non wankymen need for most jobs.....now .......what are you going to mutually benefit me with in return.... " nope the end of the land as that's how the land started and always worked... )
Anyway...if she has decided to give me a fhw.... or really it should be a fh-bw... ferk I am unstoppable..
And may almost have some back protection... and a reason to, no...that would be unthinkable..
ohh yes the real thing has come back, so there you are having kidnapped a supreme mind, for six hours total, and can speak about ANYthing... even if all i really wanted to know, new 'data' wise, was " so what are they called..?" all the rest supremely interesting in being exactly what predicted, and also what NEXT...
anyway i was quite surprised to hear " there are the yummy mummies....." my recent Primrose-on-the-hill-on-the-hill... ehh (ohh that was to Ellie of course she won't reply shame as its better than anyone may assume) sort of didn't work for her....
.... anyway just as i had pondered, but never dared to pluck out of my dreamcatcher made at Womad so everyone can see ....
You have an actual 'barrista' [ i hope that's word-police compliant as if she had been English she would have me arrested for just saying hello can i help you.... ] working for some years at THE actual Source Totnes could never dream of becoming, serving them their Kopi Luwak LAtte topped with freshly foraged dolphin jism...in THE source ..
Who sees through them perfectly, and it does get complicated when they are all merging 'place' wise, Hackney outdoing Totness at Toty.. throw in some Glastonbury... a bit of mouldy black mould infested Hay-on-wye ... send em on a drug awareness course at Gweek, so they know who has the most elite Yahooasker to pass the vomvom sick-bucket, sanctuary, at 5 grand an upchuck as its in the only one place in some South American swamp where one shamaniac once second sighted the Feds moving in from up the coas so high tailed it to live another defraudulent day.... which can be booked through whatever portal is open on the side of his big fat fuck-me horseboat..
anyway i really DID think there would be a word, in the vernacular, the baristas's slang...for whom she is even more of an expert on than I...
Surely Lil Miss How to kill your family managed one... evejn if her awful editor I am sure, or with her daeddy issues we discover all along that a man had been 'directing' her.... rather a disappointment as no FROG serial killer would be so self-sexist...
Anyway later... it will take me a day to recover which is a shame as theres rather a lot ion the can, especially THE ONE THING that i bet Eckheart never tells you about and its all you actually need, and want...
His! "Fury.." (note to self: her 2010 "exasperation" was always the best word )
For the Narniac (self pitying) Toty especially
two audios part 1 31 Aug wonderday, and part two after a truly fantastic interruption, twenty four hours later. Yesters
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/18UQmVDGL-0noDPqErlAfgH7Svdylyzar?usp=sharing
NOTE TO SELF MAKE INTO A BOT INFECTED SUBSTACK, and then NO MORE!!!!
cos loads of others to get up from a best ever nine months, here
ok time to be all Sam Harrisse's little slavery (the only man on the planet i pity having to listen to his boss's drawl and think of what hashtags to apply)
episode notes
mustelids - all that matters
THE ONE TRUE RELIGION - as the fabulous mum was groomed into yesters in front of her lovely six year old, " ok we'll have a look at some ferrit vids when we get home and decide what colour we'll get you..."
And ACTUAL child education... as so wonderfully related in person, as all must be parable.
Parables are it dotcom
HAving won a few town shows that year, even Nottin'm Muttin'm Miners gala, and off to the Miss Ferret Universe at Chatsworth poshspot,
" daaaadddddd..... i don't wanna go... I'm not talkin to you or anyone leave me alone sulking.... . if Richard is the judge its a disaster.... .... he's never even said hello to us in our three years of shows... never mind given me even a loser rosette... dad our whole year of JAson and the Argonaut domination of them wussy Northerners... no hope now...why is Richard on for the Finals its NOT FAIR..... i dont want to go....woe woe woe is us. "
Now, 'perfect timing'*
All that matters, after the 'warmest ever summer', is a bit of mizzle please, thank you very much, as i have THE best zenny spots out of the gone-sun, joint-cased, so as to try and get certain things down, in writing.
Especially him. At last an Englishman who was such a fine communicant, and gets 'it' All of it... even if wanting to congratulate Eckheartless as a forefrontalist, in the battle to conquer the wrongthink, so ferk me I'm going to have to read the horrid thing properly...
But then when yesters - i like himtoo! i like his just DOing the job in hand and no thought of the likely besmirchments operation (i so need to get UPstairs hahh hahh - i can't forget that perfect hillocks moment) " so are there any modern day Pilgers or whoever else has caught the imagination the last decade of the would-be slight revolutionary.... they tell me they wanto one"
" ehhh.. the new Naomi Klein is out in a fortnight.... that's really all there is..a new Will Hutton too at some point..." but he has such sincere helpfulness, and i have know far too many unhelpful ones...
Now... when you have spent six perfect hours with a simply superbist - European of course, stranded in Londinistan... with such a fine mind she also spied a problem, that a truly corrupt Yank had managed to weasel her way into Bossladyship or her august " best university in the world.." and they managed to kick her out! Her on the 'team'... my god what a gift, in the last place on earth one would expect to find her... camping.
(my responsibility, TO BE cont...)
after and one hates to do such, even adjusting an identificatory triangulatory initial... as people will think that anything of this region (i only think in them - inner 5km circle, i have none; midcircle - say 15 km, they are the interesting ones; and regional circle, say 50km radius, even if all i want is that to be about 100, as i need to be elsewhere, at least a fair bit of the time)
* even the phrase perfect timing yet another trapdoor of a wrongthinky con-cept.
Monday, 31 August 2026
Now, The Master..tapes, soon
One small lil' seeping copper in The Road....
art's just art even if so ridiculously overpriced...
(as my MAn in "the artist" here, some time ago, confirmed and he's a real expert, Foulmouth so called art college mentor, and such a nice polite man)
But when someone far far worse than whoever that Toty Transition Town bloke was who divided the Hay-on-wye eight actually river rat caring lot... with Phoebe's lil' un
photo soon.
goes and A. uses the so called environmental movement to bring in posh footfall to his small-dicken but big hall...
B. does nothing despite being mister local money bags about the worst plastic filled lil' runoff stream through an SSI just down from his.... other than tell my master tapes " well we commissioned a fancy report five years ago...."
and C. makes vile ad hominem false allegations in a public place about someone he has not only never even met or seen and has only some fake, but in fact assumed realfriend's, word upon,
when i say almost nothing to anyone, but those were in full knowledge of his cctv
(of course about "your chemical waste too, from your studio
or overused loo")
my my that to me is simply fabulous real art.... a real 'installation', that one day soon i shall be rolling out...
except i really only wish things to seem
graceful or at least pitiful in respect of the hasbeen
And that takes time... and thats what walkin's foor
waiting for the knock upon the door
of perceptin' what may in time ...
work. On the other hand so many have 'bought in' to what is treble the market rate
merely cos their neighbours bbq's they hate
And 'patrons' get to go to his, annual or i bet it's bi at least...
lonely lil' ... cliquey soiree... " look at me, I'm one too, a Kurtenie... just like you"
price tag of the ticket, hilarious.... but it's not funny
Never mind all that public money.
But it all does make Tones look like a voodoo newborn, all fingers and no thumbs, or any kind of schematic plan....
right, 'IT' is back only forever full steam ahead.
And agent z had also the info on her bloody related Rat... of course just a dream, but long long in the oven.
Let it Be, if for the sky faeries...as long as not one bit of rat virus, slight return, ever can in any way, even slightly even sour you...
edit: Totnes a mere raggedy, shabily made polyester rag voodoo baby doll...compared to his supposedly hidden, unknown, grown up version...
ten times more a dangerous perversion
of actually carin' bout a river stream or, facts of the environment, or any of that voodoo 'ism'
soon
now....one has been told of just how life-changing 'culture' was ....i still feel her pure North Carolinian redneck swampduck..energy....
The REAL sort...
That actually does "DM me for change" yer within....
And i can't even remember her name the total nuclear bomb of her indeed mushroom clouds away any mere label at their kitchen table
(big gun under the pillow)
Anyway all i know is that unfortunately one has to operate within ones own 'language' and as the fiftieth anniversary arrives of actually nuthin' changed except the 'cultural critics' got so much fatheaded, i mean them this age group...
not that i ever read comments much unless one is in certain Grande free environments...
(REMEMBER THE LARK BABE just a week or so ago!.. as there's something far worse than any silly Yank tv woman, arriving... the smug I'm cultured as i have a BBCcontract to whitter on about lil' birdies at dawn when i wouldn't have the first idea what they are for...dawn AFTER dawn....to put her irrelevance into perspective)
Anyway.... having been doing a rare enjoyable bit of online research and fair dinkum even if SOMEONE (later) should be banned blocked whipped off it for her 'Medicine' gig...
(As my elves both did agree.... if she weren't so serious and sponsored too....to belt around europe solo making videos about how she is so 'free' never mentioning the rentier class cash that pays for it... i bet her exeter landladyship, not .. even at a bit less than the 'market rate... that's what i call 'hate' even if to me fabulous comedy)
anyway fair diinkum it beganeth in that best ever year when the copyright knickers had time on their hands...
and i still wonder if Jinal was Bobbie's secret bum chum... i mean how on earth do you get THOSE tapes... right from the horses gob, plugged directly in to it
("what....what on EARTH is this... [in extremely good ultra-ascetic small space acoustics of the extremely old unmodernised Rachman rebuilt, never any duff pictorial art on the wall to intyerfere with the sounds of The Enlightenement bouncin' around, except a Nolde of the blurry babe, once, ] .. the HELL is THIS!!!! bit of paradise..." Juneish 2020 uploaded)
...surely some same ole unhippy privileged palling about
just like Presteigne where only certain buddies of them who had filled their trough with 43 grand of public money to build their new (hippy! bullshit just a get-the-girls, ploy of the old men from London with bellies and bumfluff) 'community' space got to the front of the queue
thats called a clique
anyway... it has to be said that the last fiveish years what an extraordinary time to be able to even go back and listen to siouxsi's losing her public cherry... and all sorts of stuff hidden in those bootleggers drawers...
How...ever... you see a pattern. That is so ignorant and unenlightened and indeed entirely inhuman. As humans operate not as musical 'affcianados' thing, indeed they never could think...
i saw one such recently
" and to think this [Stevie and his Voodoo i think it was, something The RAt could only ever dream of emulating - being free of everything bodily, like himself] ... was in parallel with all that dross released just at the same time...... WAng Chung, x y z...etc..."
nope... now there is a simple line - KAtie FForde perfect exaemplar... or thes enewage songs telling you how to be them, i belive the Swift thing deals out..
even if once GREAT singer Ellie Goulding - at first at least, born n bred just down the road from middle of nowehere i resided some years - at first she had that pure nowhere girl nuance and subtlety.. that as parent of another local lassie one of course has to explore so as to educate via affinity...
... but then begun that awful uncultural habit of you can be as happy as me, in her videos, whilst her copyist was not even in the swift hatchery...
anyway... real culture may in fact take even longer than Thommy's Extinction to be realised as radical true menacing genius, and even if i almost never watch any video (last audio or was it one before - paper, audio, video is THE order of retention always will be always has been....... the latter being 99.9% of the time awful distraction as any sane person knew the moment their vile MTV came out)
i mean what perfect art in fact if you factor in some awful thick producer wringing his hands at how he's going to capture the new burgeoning pinkish pound market with those pullies... and i'm sure was in the sidelines screaming "smile cunts..." pout.. or you're OUT!"
(in fact i'm quite sure at the time, seeing even a minute of this on the telly..." fuck me i GOTTA get out of this awful hellhole of a country of whatever they called it at the time.... putrid yucky vile fey boy Duran Duranity" and did.. but add time to that mix and maybe ....)
The simple one dimensionality of it could mean anything in the other two or three..is musical genius... equalling Siouxsi..
And of course smelly spotty ones aged sixty who merely focus on some fairly talented bloke as some kind of forerunner are so ten dimensionally, wrong...
About what surely is a such multi dimensional bit 'o film about what may America be? it still conflicts me
And i kindof knew it
And it's very very very simple homely best....
Who never knew, she was.
Love perhaps having at least two dimensions: whatever takes one about someone one first sees, and then the other version, what remains forever within as it changed, one....
despite the former.
Which is... not as stupid a free gift, as it may seem, in that...
... of course the really hard things of any kind of even fictionalised 'memoir' - i hate that word, all is mere reflections mainly when bouncing along on the landlope, is there are some juicy bits one has to slightly disguise and very thoughtfully put into dead philosophical little word-pictures and that takes much longer to word-police onesself... and those bits are as yet missing....so that's only 75% of a somewhat more juicy fruity, thing in its totality...
None of which matters as the end day (Serbian compliant as only one other has said to me shetoo can DO that quite m-f equal, never spoken of, activity...) was truly a great newstart day...
and in fact all that 'matters' is i must get back to the 'happiness is' audios of landlope.com as interestingly, it's shifted just a little...
And then above all, well she is above all.... #2 mountain babe - new random encounter, same age as me, we had the bestest ever chat a few weeks ago and she in fact blurted out my edited highlights... and exact 'philosophy'...
And anyway...The Mong.... safely away in another land, back close to her REAL pukka Heidi part time childhood at 3000 metres (and loads of real childhood, hay rick usage) goatherding in The Tyrol..(interposed with sessions back in her ranty (sadly alcy) mum 'n dads London suburb, 'keying' the step dads fancy motor parked in the drive as a teen troubled by them..)
lil' Olive born to her and the Sicilian in the spring...
Just last week: [minor edit for brevity] " well I am taking on his homeland..i kindof realise i have to take a stand ...... ferk those slithery lil' Cosa Nostrans, its his PEOPLE those vile Sicilians...who turned their whole territory into a garbage heap ....and i know for lil' un, i MUST speak out...even if the slithery crocodile shoe clad creeps wont listen.... and i give up critiquing for you Paulo's Parthenope*.... they're kindof beyond hope.... .as one day, hetoo will see, I am right...."
which i know is at least part.... me
* methinks in fact quite good - lil' sexist society brought up pig stuck in that trough, he TRIED...!
Like Barbie the movie, at least Paulo knew something intelligent could be said.... but exactly what is of course so hard.. he tried...
Not to be what his cultural construct was... which is something Toty could never do... never mind Steve McQueen and his fake part pityful hullabaloo..
only one fine man - so sad one has to revert to a Republican, actually ( three or for months ago in HIS 'life stories' ) able to speak truth such as "most peoples over history enslaved some lesser group thats real history.."
i haven't yet listened to his latest, but i know it won't be full of performative, gimme the cashtoo
the real comedy is if one had thought fifty years ago that these parasites would even still exist - for THEIR own sake sent to Romanovsville nice version peace camp... one should have used the guntoo
Well i don't lie or book people to do urgent outdoor jobs to save their animals munched by Mustelids, on a bank hol weekend then not even show up at the site the Yeoman has wandered down to in tghe wilds
which i love, as it merely explains twenty years of that, drip drip, building up to a damn bursting point in The Marches, when by a decade back the real 'land' is no longer viable as it takes rural honour - keeping to ones word, I mean it's not as if one couldn't have been doing something else either useful, or for dosh even, with the obvious time spent going to see their so urgent job... But the cream on the cake is one never even gets an apology.
It's gorgeous. I mean I'm sure even Cyclops had a bit of 'self realisation' that the soldiers he had stuck between his teeth, irritated his gums, and he should at least try and pick off the uniforms first...
(this being one UNIFORM change all based on ' well I am spiritual' so i don't need to follow the rules of PROPRIETY....or they are on the spirits due hinterlands loneliness, but don't mention it... which if they did one would factor in... and understand, the other uniform change being it's so hilariously petty in that as many landowners did become female, they NEVER bugger you around - or almost never, if they know you have one of them tucked away at home, whereas if they know as most would in actual rural places you don't, then its as if they are seeking some kind of weird universal revenge for not having a starring role alongside old Oddesayer...)
and this abovbe is THE number one reason your environment is ferked..
86% of your English water courses officially damaged, as per data a monthish back
Because when you knew (200ish acre) farmers Rachel and Chris of Llanigon fifteen years ago, usually she would laughingly extol, with dark humour, too... " we mergolate about it over the breakfast table, the cost/benefit of a lil' bit of glyphosate when we get desperate but usually i have the upper hand as i saw
on the telly [featuring the GREAT scene of what REAL 'conservation' is of Midj, that even if they pretended to be platonic, Mister and so sexiest filmic babe ever Virginia, up to her knees in the cold loch without her Hunters or even a moan, and 'im, have gotta cart around all day getting sweaty, big hunks of dead, shark.. rantin' at each other, quite moodily, so as to get the job DONE without any fagbreak time to consult Master Eckhartless git as to the correct vibe, or performative 'pause' or onness of it all] when i was a baba, or even better Heidi,
- tho the 60's vintage i only watched a year back is a TRUE battle axebabe, mentorship..
when he was playing with his silly action men... so i DECIDE what we do about the lil' birds and bees who may not benefit by it quite so much...and gradually we develop concensus...as he knows who bakes the best yorkie puds ...which he could learn to do too if he wants to take a hike, but won't as he knows what side of the bread the ordinary Coop butter is on...
now....what next, ohh yes those city bankers who bought most of the Midlands (catchment) .. all around Hay, which pretends it is some 'Woodstock of The Mind...' as we're a team maybe we can take them on comin' here shootin thousands of birds for their sick enjoyment.... we'll need a bit of you watch-my-back protection, to have a go at them now... ... " (AS THEY...DID)
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
So the miserable five thousand lil' fishies came along to nose about here by midnight.
(note to self that brolly one is such a bad camera angle and even if i don't do take two, its gotta go for now)
.... well she, The Bush, liked it... she kind of stars in it, even if as much sincerity as a Brotherhood of Man record which started that glorious longer warm-spell year, as top of the pops...
Sunday, 30 August 2026
"intergenerational justice"
now the role of the very very ridiculously good stamina non-action-hero person my age group, who has managed to tolerate what really is only contempt - yes it is i know the definition of Illusionistaism... the more spadey version, and the more 'spiritual adjacent one gets which deosn't mean a load of very-townies strutting around The Source (twinned with Narnia) who can't even keep their own river swimmable for someone who loves going swimming which is what swimming in rivers was always called, in an unecessary wetsuit, to keep the plastic out of ones pores never mind the total toxicity which surely is a splendid metaphor for their whole gig...if that ain;'t enough i see it on their faces every day.... even the occasional one who makes it up to the hills despite ALL their 'ills'....utter alone wanness ... all that 'onness' or even 'nonduality' - i can't remember where we are in that one fatty McGilchrist versus whoever else is Sheldrakeing around saying nothing except
i am, cos i smile, cos of the scotch...
does such damage.. that is what 'wan' means.... paleface, no blood left even to gurgle at themselves..
self-vampirism, ooh thats rather good and i am in a hurry i MUST keep my battery for ME for a bit...
died of being the one...
(environmentalism / small scale farming which is contemporaneous no Toty tart Can ever think never mind advisor to the Minister of it, all early summer i had to tolerate her... requires a COUPLE to be a functional economic unit - taking turns mucking out the pigs...or even muck the vegan carrots [deliberate word play I'm sure Toties know carrots don't like it one of the few species that go curly in the wrong places when faced with it]..... the personal in personal places, rather than PAndy's imaginary Utopian ones where Shabana locks 'em all up for hurty words - uk's splendid family policy for some decades... interestingly reversed recently but still i bet they still try to... is a PRErequisite for even fine 'regenerative' farming... him indoors figuring the rotations her outside doing them.. rotate... unless of course she MUST go to the 'care' job...
so as to afford to pay for the 'care' of their elders...
CARER NUMBER 2 told me superb stories about this we must leave her on the shelf for now because nine months its taken me to get her to loosen up and when i succeeded my my the damn broke " you are right...it may pay my bills but it is frankly evil and unsustainable - a rediculous drain on the tax bills of the youngers too...... because.... "
which i have known years as if you are in 'green' politics you must know because rather than spend cash just protecting a BIT of it it all gets spent on paying out for what in Europe they wouldnt dare to subcontaract to the state as its below their dignity ..(largely), to be so stupid and create an obviously unsustainable schema that just gets thrown down the road at the younger generation
Anywa i certainly never ever pick on anyone and anyone 35 or younger is never to be even cheekily jibed about...
Not only have the most greedy generation ever - retaining a FAR higher proportion of national wealth than even Ghengis Khan managed for his buddies I'm sure, they also conned a whole next generation down, by not telling them: now god is largely put on the shelf...now racism largely rolled back... we can now PROGRESS a ;little further... which was possible in the 1960s bigtime... and yet all we have is a slide backwards in many ways which is not an inalienable certainty as getting god OUT of the picture was a first ever, Star Times thing .... upon which we could have carried on actually building sanity ...egalitarianism and all those boring simple things the science says 100% better life expectancy just for example, for the most peeps... (even if maybe with rather a lot more house-share, which also is SO good for your life expectancy so the science says, they being immune to science in Dooneshire...and all The MArcheshire...)
all utilitarianism is.
anywya part 1 of something that needs to be far more elegantly turned intoa screen play as he really is magnificent..
I think she would be too....
character is the ONLY hope - but it must be authentic... and the only 'hope' is that yes the youth generally can smell a rat
(unless he is a Rat who thought he could match Stevie on the 'extension of himself bodily' , but having failed, as failures always do...became so so sour he put around false medical data, which is what the word 'narcissism' is too, as i say "unless you have a Broadmoor doctor's assessment and second opinion from one that did at least one serial killer, as its such a hard science that of diagnostic labels, please keep your vile disgusting medical defamations about others to yourself.." which would shut the fuck up all of Totnes with shards of Alices Lookinglass jammed up its horrid dumb little tight ass, with merely a Narnia stuck in it so as to cork up the shit thats ruined everything... everywhere,,and always will as they knew even in the times of Pendle which I'm quite sure was far more sex equality than made out and plenty of blokey witches were used as firelighters too
Bottom PP5 of many
TOP - pp 1(weird...i am sure i put in the Brolly film here - walking with one, i made late afternoon 30 aug
but IT has stuck some other in TO BE FIXED)
carer #2, a whole book on her words coming up one day " you're right.." daring to stand at my open window at dusk in a backroad no one can hear you scream
" and let me tell you about my sister a perfect example...'as a nipper and then the government want HER to go out to work so as to pay someone else loads of cash to pay to care for her nipper... its daft.."
Well what's daft is in Affluenza published 2007 said exactly that, was indeed extremely prominently featured in the dodgy Beeb for several years, including the bits " and if you ship em off to a nursery before about age 4ish then you are actually infecting them with space dust - the very toxic type as it statistically does damage their mental health, and lifetime chances..." but nobody listened even BBC Woman's Hour to what was on the same channel rather a lot on their topic: there being no such thing as any autonomous 'woman' - refer to fab evo biol Heather Heying, prof.. until Brett made her even madder and all she do is moan about some 'cancellation' about a century ago.. especially when it comes to children and society who no matter what the BBC may think (radio play friday afternoon quite quite extraordinary you would think men CANNOT exist any more, errata fathers ) nobody not even the Mormons can actually hide a child from the meme/concept that there are male people who often are fathers, even in faery tails...and thus in a child's mind they will always be there somewhere ..as a potential input no matter how many lesbians took over the Swest...
errata, more (MY ONLY PALS in next town, are a couple of em and i keep trying to lure one away from tother as my theyve gota sexy vantoo, and i can't report how rude they were about a certain famous no longer with us virgin, it would probably get me word-policed, but at least they made me laugh..)
and none of the Whitehall retirees round ear have even heard of it...funny that most working in advanced senior social departments
just shows how ON:LY 'up themselves' they all were always... on your taxpayer cash
as that one alone is going to cost the next generation even more of THEIR cash... wiping up the decades of mess made by those who have had broken attachments..
thats not a tech term its been known for decades as the foundation of jolly ok mentul elf, and physical... and if you kicka kid out into some others arms...without extremely long handovers - of many months as James found....you really do fuck em up... badly
And that New New LAbour have since Jezza went (voted for by the yoof as they smelt his trusted grandad AUTHENTICITY) is jerrymander " you can send your kids to criminally abusive stateaided abuse factories, even younger - at least 50% on average, this new century, than EVER before, by far.. thirty hours a week for free.." if i were 35 i really would want to write that book on exactly why there should be an actual non violent but real revolution...as sadly even Jezza didn't have the balls...
Now, public service announcement, to one private communicant
Lil' Miss "Can i ask you a question..? about how to get into walking..."
Its just SO nice to be asked a question.
And few are given my url.... you never know.
Part 2 as always everyone has places to be so be it...
THE one and only piece of equipment:
Having spent a decade joshing my my once friend who sold them, in Kington, yet rarely used them in her real life...
YET another piece of performative plastic, fucking up the planet, at 100 quid for the latest snazzy pair of 'walking poles' are not only likely to do you more harm than good if you trip over your own...
but steal from the necessary bodily skill that will always develop, balance. Only exception of you are climbing Everest or maybe have a back pack of 20 or so killos or more.
How.... ever, THE one most unfashionable doesn't look good in the India Jones snaps, is in fact what no one is down to earth enough to ever figure any more: how to save on all those damp tops, and drips down into your backpack...
a brolly.
But it all comes down to class. If 'laptop class' then usually ones every other day 10km can be fitted in around work, and the weather: jolly good no rain for a while off i go... no need to take brolly or waterproof coat or worry about the rains..
If in 9-5 five days a week class of course one may have to grab ones afternoon walking on a day that's manky, and almost always the following applies: if possible big fat showers, almost always one can stand under a tree if caught out....or if its more than 20knots and the brolly will get hurricained away..
but almost always showers pass or if one is caught out in even an hour at less than 20knots... its extraordinary how useful a brolly is - small collapsible if its only going to be 15ish knots no more... any more up to about 25 in truth a bigjob is nicer, and can usually be borrowed for free from church porches some lovely old thing forgot theirs ... (cos they dont walk enough my my it does the head good too, dodging the rains and all that)
and if you mjst can double as your walking stick if you havent bothered to train yourself to be a goat and walk in moccasins as did Lucas in his best ever non-walking, walking book, Uttermost...., or plimsoles
and about the only thing the towny neurotics of the weather centres - especially BBC can't overforecast (it seems to get worse by the year) as it is remarkably scientific - them isobars, is the windspeed.
and my ohh my the aggro they save you, drying off the fancy weather'proof' jacket that isn't quite as proof as it pretends...
is quite lovely...in fact keeps you walking for longer - being less damp-dribble-dispirited, all nice and dry under your brolly, so you end up with a bum like mine...
But you won't find one in the India/na Jones catalogues or the ridiculous rip off 'outdoor gear' stores... as they don't look good in the catalogues or ads...
and in fact careful usage (the technique of turning them into a 25er of course so as not to damage) i usually get at least five years out of mine...often a decade.
and they can even be weaponised if the (fake)witch of Herrock Hill turns on you as she did in ehhh... 2018 if my memory serves...
which is why its sometimes useful, only if a man is this necessary, to take protection with you .... if you can't get your own pocket witch, to walk hand in pocket in tandem... then ..
well, someone knows how i protect myself....
even on the hills...
And it has been splendid duel purpose - tells a story of these lands you won't read in some Toty compliant fake book of lay line liars or good vibration addicts...... when they went bad on even Herrock. (proper middle of nowhere) . that was 'the day the music died'; here, an irrelevant little bit of suburban string pluckery... the proper big job one already twangin' a very discordant scary sound long ago...
to be cont
your world. Change it!
Ignore unless you are the superfan sniffin' up my bot
(to think I'm several weeks behind, i kid you not)
and rest on every word.
bot to top, it's at it again... weird such supersignal in here today, almost as if otherworldly, ordained
errata don't ignore yet, as i have to merge two posts
simply because of the time factor
Decades of mine they lost.
Except 'the technique'.
Now i have to get out of this mode,
as there's a lil' rainbow at the end of one road...
and it requires clearest conceivable English communication.
Never mind my few trusted are all of other nations.
Thank you (break a leg as they say i know it's some ineffable Trumanian mania...act, but who know=s why or who's got their mitts on the ivories )
There you go you do forget your 'story' or just simplest Trip Advisories...
This endless ashramian eyes thing
i know who's puppet on a string
not me
Most of life, meandering ideally very quiet lanes.
The key to walking is park up somewhere (safe which is hard in Swestershire as even Poshville has endless "pikeys" scaling their garden fences
for whatever they can pinch for drug cash or fence
And i really do decry every day how horrid it is to be in such a place
But exiting a motor fairly safely parked, some small lil' town caing the joint
least likely spot to have a brick in the glass and your stuff nicked for loot
The key to walking is making sure one parks up in a place where very soon after exit there's nothing much human
going almost entirely into the humanfree landlopeing zone
My very most enjoyed activity
Knowing the byeways with very least passing traffic, ideally
(thats two an hour, at most three)
But of course one sometimes must traverse via one or other a bit worse
maybe one vehicle every few minutes
BUt a whole life of knowing exactly how sane countrymen behave
narrow lanes (you hear them from at least a few hundred metres no need to panic
anyway the walker has right of way, and you march on until theres a space between nettles to nestle)
BUT..of all rural highway codes of sanity, honour, decency. or legality
there is one time immemorial genuine danger
a vehicle, towing almost any kind of trailer
the walker squashed into the hedge so as to let them pass freely
but will obviously as s/he sees their rear end come into the peripheral
vision, relax, danger squeezed by, coast clear for all
NOT know that the 'TRUCK' is towing a trailer, almost always a foot wider
that might slowly creep by a split or even full second after
and unless walker knows it is coming, maybe impossible if into the hedge looking
mangle them so bad they end up in a hearse!
Now... every single other place i have ever wandered, every single farmer or whatever reason to be yankin some trailer up into them hills via the narrowest of byeways
know the above. Is born with it in them: if pulling trailer, you'll have to take double extra health and safety thoughtful care and paid attention
or you'll be looking at a license suspension
never mind ... bugger up reputation...
Except this whole county.
Even worse than that of the Pasty!
I bet you it has some kind of anthropological psychogeographical cause and effect being too close to Toty...
But no historian will ever know
the 100% propogandised bad travel writing, false heritage, show...
doesn't let real people real lives even be known .... and try speaking of just child-lethal traffic, it's as if you're trying to steal their succulent, overpriced doggie's, bone
That's a point she was going to be top of my re'connect' list today
and she phoned first.....
Now never mind the Ai that isn't even man enough
to 'hallucinate' all these silly Sam Harissianists so fixated upon, as just a passing phase, and 'solution' to all your mentul ways
(the Gwerk adjacent one near three years ago FAR more interesting selling her super'mush'y coffee at £12 a pack, merely of a biggedup dozen...
not even 'aware' that her advertorial social media featured of course guess whom....
him. Main face of the socially mediated PR job disgrace of a con
Gabor.....so chummy smiley all the whiley, hetoo, the mushcafe will be on,
meanwhile, her lasses she couldn't even manage to find an obvious (offered, bridging) solution to their default-to, false allegation if any man would ever enter her small ...holding.
Whist 'holding space' for their pin ups, fraudulent face.
Anyway thing is, a few decades back every single semi sane adult knew when they were conning the rest with PR marketpeak
Not any more.... it's 'embodied' into not 'me' and 'it'
But i
thats not very clever but at least I aint Ai
as AI never ever could word-slant..
or paint a picture, soon, via one Miss Spelled but so often said, word.
or create out of Utter dsidain:
turn dagger eyes, or their use of a rope around the only one you ever cared for's neck, into something free of any pain -
merely universal, time immemorial, rubbish philosophy
Deepl i think is now about a decade old
and i certainly wouldn't bother trying ever to write in Indonesian..having passed through long ago
(another story from along time ago, on the way to being ALMOST certainly 'rooffied' even then,
by a so smiley anglophone Australian
guess what, even when there's loads of circumstantial evidence, you never know, unless i guess you get the swabbing done....
best generally just to move on)
Anyway (i don't ever stick it in centrally justify
even Oggle 'services' sixteen years on, go and think for themselves,
i wonder why)
Had one not noticed, always leaving it on, sadly but not really, translate from "English"
it decides othewise
good job i've got very sharp eyes.
what a fun word,
ohh yes merely to remind me, not my thing I'm a one woman chap
but yes their whatever it says above, "subsidised by the local authority..."
Of course to English eyes one never knows how they may react
"splendid laiissezz faire... if you live there"
or some " well of course, that explains their revolting foreign bangers
all too busy group at-it, in the local hanger"
rather than a simple understanding of what Voltaire's enlightenment actually was: almost anything other than what established (partly papist) church, said.
Other than the splendid simple kindof of obvious 'morality',
don't tell porkies 'bout your neighbour,
or gossip 'bout the boat half way down the harbour.
Anyway brings me to so much to even begin to add in.
Especially as ...what was the great line " having left a mere spotty teen, i no longer know my native tongue... and thirty years over here, am honest enough to know the depth and nuance of your lingua franca, to become really fluent takes too long.."
which is 100% correct, and why i was too stupid-arrogant-limey to bother much with any other European tongue.
Simple fact that it really is a lifetime to have every real nuance
of that they speak even in France
And also you do actually have to work with them
and do other things with them...
Longterm, to ever have a real chance of getting all the REAL-life deviations from the dictionary norm...
And the problem always was which of these splendid far more at ease in their own skin, societies, do i chose?
Anyway maybe i can update or set in stone
something about which i never moan
but could, as it's the daily grind
I just don't speak Swestern or any of this Lowlander kind
of language that has taken them back to the stone ages
Just as Dark Ages as in fact the official Dark Ages never really were
All concocted in De Bottie's little meditation class
or Totnes how-to-have-a-permanent-lanyard
without ever troublin' the dark place up your ass
by hurty hurty pullin' it out, even in the hot yoga yard.
No we are all expected to have only embodied every chameleon
discarded scale of pay-as-you-go, by donation, unskin
an actual human having one rather less thin.
Anyway all their words (at least now eight or ten
from lost lamby to sound mother hen)
do agree has ruined more than the language
but all coherent even Kaetempestuous society
Me i just refuse to use it, the WuwujujunotmeYOU
language, but do always find bridging words,
that say the actual thing they mean, alternatively and not to hurt.
But no even that's not good enough
No point....
I was raised in a language that no longer exists....
and haven't bothered learning others any as my nana boatharbour
for intellectual reasons, of many years listening to show-off Englishmen (always [m]) putting out fake modesty about how they can't quite speak the local tongue, when in fact it takes decades to even have the first idea of what she means with it, really.
Which in fact is equally a matter bodily.
And i do not mean double entendre smuttily
all words are a mere part of a whole mind body action
interaction. And also a cultural knowledge, such as one knows its impossible for the English one to change her mind.
Other peoples by living what matters among them
Not so.
Many Europeans laugh at no meant (NONsexually)no, when in fact along along it meant, lets see... what happens.
Which if you ask me is a sign of splendid healthy psichiatry,
hidden behind the, i was hope it was going to be gangenbangen shack...
or in fact more likely, library...
as reader on the 6.27
Ove
Pereira
and as for Intouchable
so beautifully also tell us - the national cause, and effect...
you don't end up in Jojo's Zurich..one way
Anyway the notion that with a specialist company very diligently working away fora decade to try and get Deepl to do what it says on the can..
but can't
reliably
... lets just say one must feel sorry for the poor little latest-hyped up generation, the con started with ours...." Wordperfect will.... one day be bug-free..."
laughable.... sure it may be in a decade or so....
but that's a long time to wait until ...
to be cont
NOW....will this one at last be the end of the rainbow..?..
a 'smallholding' of unicorns all tailswishy gaily
trottin' around and no motor sound
i know where i wouldn't mind spending a month stationary.
we shall see.
Roundup...well it was going to be... (Wussy not wokey, and why)
two audio files
made yesters
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1sqD2Kg1AinriddrSXKcRt6yClJUd0RrM?usp=sharing
DRAFT notes more later i haven't got the rubbish gig Mister HArris has so i can't afford elves to listen to him and make proper menu lists of him saying nothing that EVER 'helps'
part 1 - why even one of the very few partly sane YANKS is sadly lost to his machinery....
part 2 WHY 'woke'? and why we should have proper understanding of WHY! - your awful stupid Katie Hopkins, never mind rediculous Triggernometry and all these awful silly men, and some babes even Meghan, simply could never understand, even my rare brexit-ear allowed in to my inner circle of nobody can't listen, (as she still has some of her mind left) loses her mind, whenever any woke matter mentioned... can't speak in such a way that OLDSCHOOL simple humanity has had for centuries, how to sort it out...understand 'them' even the "they/them"... which is a historical lead pipe whether its been lopped off or a plastic one added in, will eventually be ripped out as the toxin it always was....
as all they - the under 35s from about 2010, can think of is small things and thats understandable... and i noticed it....
One should UNDERSTAND...empathise, with those who went 'inside' into small things that they became neurotic about.... for UNDERSTANDABLE reasons...
(the least of them being Mrs English, Asma Al-Assad's husband's delightful rather large... google 'assads barrel bombs'
how interesting you don't hear about THAT in your news ....
or on BBC Babes Hour any more https://theweek.com/syria/83670/calls-for-syrias-asma-al-assad-to-lose-her-uk-citizenship and all i was looking up was 'assad's british PR firm... based in Chelsea if memory serves me right....oops no
google The PR firm Brown Lloyd James was paid $5,000 per month by the Assad family to act as a liaison and help manage the public image of Syria's first lady, Asma al
now in AI ruined substack free audio
as the AI botts colonised it from midwinter faking 'likes'
i don't need anyone to like me, as i know i am right
and furthermore why it mattered as a bit of wussiness blown up into something it never was, did give Mister Trump a lot more votes..
as it will Nigel ...unless you get with the REMEDY program. Me
Saying exactly what i have been for a decade to even so called intellectual 'green'ery...
and of course her of the Barry Trotter fantasy rubbish too thick to even stop and thinktoo...
UNDERSTANDING ‘WOKE’ was the obvious answer, the wussy wank*ers of so called ‘heterodox’ ‘new media’ were too pumped up to ever bother thinking of, as THE solution to it.
PART 2 see post https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/08/roundupwell-it-was-going-to-be-wussy.html
references a book NOT about abortion he's PLAYING with words, even if no English can understand that sentence any more, but the only book i have ever read and i wasn't going to, 'borrow', that gets into the head so beautifully of the ones who walk into the Piccadilly brasserie
and due their really rather remarkably abundant rather fulfilling, brassiere
and every tongue hangs out and wants a bit 'o nourishment
and how awful that is for them... there.
But will always be a fact of life.
And he finds the solution, (I shan't spoil the end,
I'm your reviewer, proper-friend,
i know which cliffhangers work,
and those that don't matter and if you get a preview, as its the journey..and philosophy,
one can't sum up and ruin it for you, with my limited battery)
ref 2
Katie FForde ism i invented a new one!!
i had forgotten all they think about
This the £199 version
TWO VIDEOS TO AD
(ADD IN A WHOLE COLLAGE OF PASTY PICS FROM 2023 and 4 of the most absurd showoff sports injury and training vans and signage, and footwear collections, ever, that even i didn't believe could exist
especially when the actual science has said at least four years that in fact Zola Budd was 100% right and barefoot is best and gets you more brownie points with the world record top-of-the-pops chartists...even if it takes about 6 months for the barefoot foot to redadjust and reset itself back to superfaster human )
right i got ten times more poetically subtle nuanced content unpublished WORK to do...never mind a whole range of final 'ROUNDUP' notes i get them now...
only as its a lovely rainy afternoon
Ang on maybe I am wrong even if i never will be
as i shall show one day maybe next week
"oi you yankee chatterboxed in data tart....
do something useful just for once, some modern art
make for me an artficial video ....
with Siouxsi and Nina duetting, to go ...
that'll sort them out and blow up all their data farms
never mind give you a bit of 'unintentional' self.... 'arm"
Now, the interviews....soon
All i really want, just the safe space to forget them all....
Whom (i still don't know when to use their silly 'm' ) stare and, sadly even Cecile wouldn't know....
the meaning of life is, always, ask someone who is the VERY last person on the planet you would expect to tell you anything interesting, a question...and in the Uttermost worst shithole in the planet intellectually, (the 'Welsh' border going through it infact their rugger ground paid for by the EU, in their very big snazzy hardly-used, community centre, paid for by the EU, even if they weren't very grateful and voted ferk off 'n die.... and let him speak into your interviewing machine... four years ago.
Even if i need to break free of timeline, now, as not one thing has changed in twenty years...
(other than what's in the hillock walk of an audio yesteraft if i remember)
And you're all addicted to " but what is 'now' and datestamped 'today' ...."
as am i in a way as all i care about is showing no way does anyone ever for one second get me down...
as my daily chronicles (i only share a quickest unedited highlights) do
Now... having established " so what do you do in Germany then...?" they'll give a visa to any Tom Dick and Harry, except me, as long as he has a big job...
which really even back then, 1983 or thereabouts, to work as puddle jumping trainer, for this little ultra sick control freak Mister bouncy Fairclough ....
Every other word that came out of his (i am still traumatised by his saccharine painted on smile) horrid little mouth - little as he was also remarkably short so i guess needed all sorts of extensions..
"well when i was in the squadron....
"
[the silliest squadron ever of course as if the Ruskies even had a whiff of their noisy dick extension, from a few thousand k away... there wouldn't be a planet left never mind his Watford two up two down ..].." which was as the whole of HIS Flying club and Watford knew was the only way the inadequate little shortie could get the girls to have a drink with him in his office, all he cared for ... if he could manage to " ohh were delayed at work this evening, bad weather over The Solent, wont be home for an hour or so... " and get his likely rather short extension at it on the company sofa..
Anyway that's history..of such an irrelevent aisle.. (its interesting how many commentariat are joining in with me and becoming really rather rude about " what does this silly little shopping Aisle that lost it's empire 70 or 80 years ago and is bankrupt... [AND has a far higher percentage of its national debt owned by international money lenders than almost any other country in the world, double that of USA i believe,,, and them foreign debt collectors may not quite as arm twistable than the one who they went to Eton with..] ..think it is..?...all it can manage is to pretend to prop up some ex comedian pumped up little prick managing to singlehandedly murder off his own people... when treaty long ago would have saved arms and their dynamited faces.. " never mind on just about any international matter.
anyway... there we were in the unused large computer room of the EU funded major 'hub'...
" well i was in fact sergeant major of the big one..i was THE guy who told THE guys when to drop THE bombs...from my lead vulcan..."
" RIGHTY HO... THAT DOESN'T IMPRESS ME ... [OOPS ACC CAP we were infact planning a joint rescue mission for his lass in a pickle having run out of Prozac in some far off land she a concert performer pianist if memory serves... which is often perfect but these 'type a' daddies all the same ferk their daughter's in the head as sure as ferrits are ferrits... so I'm sure she was sadly useless....] .. tell me THE one interesting thing about you and Mrs Madwoman living in in Krautland... all those years...?[he still did]"
" ehhh....well in fact it is this..... we moved out of mitary fascist HQ and bought a fairly decent largeish house in a truly Disney little hamlet - chocolate box stuff.. classic bourgeoisie VERY VERY decent neighbours everyone so perfectly behaved always a perfect 'community'.... anyway they have a large community centre very well used.... all sorts of wonderful well behaved lil' community things most days.... making perfect little knitted dolls of Saint Nicholas or whatever was on the very very organised PLAN....schedule.... map.... or ....
" But every friday evening ...at a civilised time as many of us are middle aged... seven o'clock perraps....
" an orderly queue would form at the way in....
for an evening of natural no coyness group sex ......i tell you more besrk than even their great punky Queen
herself could ever have brought to life on stage...."
" ahhahhh...how interesting even if not my thing... Nigel didn't mention that lil' national characteristic did ee then...
"never mind that i have to confess i didn't know,
never mind also explaining one night in Munich long ago
with such a sweet looking really simple plain rural girl i met in a cafe one lonesome friday eve
my only 'type'.... please believe!
whom only left me most confused Monday morn
never mind with some raw bits and mind blown"
oopps.... the silly men and their almost
silly Sorbonne worthy " and Simon Cowell on his telly show is part of the 'post-modern' pastiche " or whatever cleverdick nonsense they spout on your taxpayer dosh, i mean Oglle whats the highest selling Frog song of all time " and you get this..
..which, as i know Les Grenouilles, rather well - (indeed the GREAT Cécile Le Gall, who i do hope did get into print, as she provided me with the greatest booklist ever never mind being on manoevres as a propper French "intellectuelle", who unlike ridiculous little English 'post modern' nervy things, was proud of her credentials and research méthodologie
"how did you damage your arm that i see is in a sling ?"
" ahhahhhh. well i am trying to write a book about Islam, and especially Arab men... so i have been touring North Africa several years, shagging as many of them as i possibly could.... the last one i was researching, after a few months got a little 'clingy' to say the least ... and i had to run away through the mountains to escape... i just slipped as i wasn't in mountain running practice, it's nothing... ")
It would likely take all of De Beauvoir and Sartre put together - ohh yes being French they did work together and happily fucked together to break the tedium of the work.... illegal in England..(imntentionally)
to analise if that is a surrealist thing or some other historical not very modern commentary.. on ducks
(i haven't even started on ducks)
But all i know...is how can absurdist Wikipedia call the obviously greatest Frog babe ever, 'Jamaican' as every sinew of her was made in Le Marais, or even a twilight boaride on La Seine...
And as everyone knew the moment they put her on the turntable after a Siouxsi....
France didn't quite need our punk thank you very much Monsieur Plastique...
Cos they have their own equally pure and talented shake-it-all-about, Seditionist...
Now...
One last time, a one line, for the Yank
(was in my head at the perfect sunrise time five thirtyish)
Later.
Sundays really really shouldn't be for anything in any screen
Unless you are so plensihed with real photons
never mind the stamina, as if indeed better than, i wonder when i last saw ....her...?
A long time ago.
And i nearly did it... does abouth three paces count?
Who's counting anything.
Except the truly sourest assumptions in all of history.
Now, i know as i observe... few speak with him and his "Tibetan Chikwawa [is that right does it have a k? ferkit i aint got battery time today] "
that made him grin, and it bark.
We shared a true bit 'o real human mirth. No division via his divinity.
Which reminds me, so i have to get this 'god' stuff now perfected, subtly, better than Chaka's wrong choice of book.
and it's no longer ...perraps....
('slight return'? ....I've never in all my life known such an interesting 'slight')
Now you see long ago at least a decade back, in fact one and a half, i knew something.... pretty obvious, I ain't no Phd...
How to blow the fuse of their even then predicted chat gpt
Which not only would i never use,
I know it's language abuse!
never mind their neurotic needy
lil' conformist 'spell check' i always turn to advisory only
or ferkoff and die of not one smallest bit of other dimensionality
Cos you mere browsers couldn't possibly know the real version of Sam's 1740 Pam.....
Is in one word for fifteen years deliberately Miss Spelt
Or will it be "hotdamn"
surely unhyphonated, if said one Boonies darkie,
all ...well, does anyone female know how to actually time travel, back, via the mere human sensory, all of them still alive
as if still in eighty seven...
Them lil' grasshoppers chirpin'
Even if his loving son did indeed do a better version..
Pure Kathleen Noonan timewarp inversion...
Of how for one poor son,
'twas daddy's gone, and....
to be cont
Funny thing is a rare evening a bit of music, even watching lovely Miss Amyl and her Sniffers....
fifty years, nothing differs
Other than trying to hard, and searching for some unfindable new cleverer 'melody'
woe is me....
Now....when even Eton says face to face "we don't arf need one.."
And for years you've been in the wings,
figuring which one.
And the Italian mission is underway, one day.
"practice lass... Sicilian garbage and trash all over the place....
"sayin' somethin' anythin' ...
"it's all just practice, even if them Cosas may get a little irate
"because all that matters, is the fish that ends up on Lil' Olive's plate"
Thing is, now i really understand.... what the issue always was, is and will forever be unless....
Ne fais pas de suppositions
les suppositions font de nous des imbéciles, toi et moi.
C'est une expression anglaise utile.
Cela ne « fonctionne » pas en français.
Car en anglais, « assume » –supposer – commence par « ass ». c'est-à-dire le mot «
l' âne »
All i know (UNintentionally), apart from a hell of a lot about the actual behaviour of the 'god'ly of ALL persuasions, on this planet now, is that not one so called 'spiritual' person has ever in my earshot even ever said,
Tout ce que je sais (sans le vouloir), mis à part ce que j'en sais énormément sur le comportement réel des « divins » de TOUTES les confessions qui peuplent actuellement cette planète, c'est qu'aucune personne dite « spirituelle » n'a jamais, à ma connaissance, même simplement dit :
"L'utilisation de piles rechargeables est une bonne chose pour la planète de Dieu"And i am surely one of the poorest peeps in The West for sixteen and a half years...
And i still keep mine alive and kicking, from even twenty years back, charged up and working, until the bitter end. And only for one short phase - caused by someone else unable to think that her kids may not benefit from them, in my tin can, have i even had in my tin can, non-rechargeable batteries.
Thing is... making everything last until The End Times.... is fun, is the best part of what is never a 'Struggle' to quote the ridiculous Norwegian, it merely improves ones stamina. Always. Eventually
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