And three years I have spoken often to the one best (or maybe 3rd best) con artist ever "[May 2020 the glorious year] ohhh...will you help me source 18 acres for my super cool-cliquey-insider-knowledge local seed researching institute, that will be so pure and good for the regional environment..researching which plant species do better with less inputs, all so good for the environment.." ... 18 months later the Surrey inheritance money goes instead on a bijou status cottage...by a river...
I could go on forever at the absurdest disingenuity of all time... that sill continues... through a range of local good 'causes'... dressed up, for... when actually it is about a sad lost towny lass, single child, so desperate for 'friends'.... after years of secret solo gin time, and Gurdjieff... who, sadly, clearly didn't work on 'shocking' her into the simplest of human lores: say what you mean and mean what you say.... rural areas can only work if at least some effort is made....
But the last laugh is on me,
as it should be.
years someone sought who may at least have read some decent books...
"[an hour ago]... have you read his awfully depressing The Road...?"
"yes i think i get you... not bbqing babies, yet, but i sense it is not far away even if allegorically.."
" Lord of The Flies time sweetpea... proper thinkers knew thios was coming decades ago... proper thinkers read and digested the magnificent Affluenza and knew he was right. especially as it is based on propper science...
"ohhh and my ten year superb chronicle finished yesterday....when i saw the lovely woman that your lot - you incomers who bought everything, once their last million extracted from Primrose Hill, or Clifton, or Islington [my TRUE ...lament.... reason for schism...well she was a school head !! and dozens of face to face supposedly caring chats for 9 months..]....and then prophesise... ' we will save these communities, and sports grounds and....' yet do nothing... but get in the way of truth - that so many like her...Miss X, are so damaged... i near cried seeing her thin and edgy again.... such a lovely innocent... but a mum like [you] ... no hope...and then her neighbours never helped either despite all lying they take The Guardian every day...only.... truth, no one ever did the hard work to nudge her onto staying on that straight and narrow...i did... found her several good hardworking outdoors jobs...and friends to work with her... but no woman would ever work with me working with HER.... despite every other flyer stating 'community'... fucking hogwash...anyway don't worry [ the truly bizarre thing is she never has - as if indeed sent by Homer's bosses to be ' luv...in my stories...all based on pure fact.... you are simply some distant narrator'... but even that was an artifice... even if i always ACT truly.... it was always him, he told a decade ago he was like my 'narrator' in a volume of Homer.... and his English wife.... would deny she can only live there, due inherited British Empire, loot...."!
oops have i lost track of real conversations, in speech marks, and ... ever so slightly performative scenes - nope all scenes are real...
performative bits n bobs to prove points, i have known of 20 years...
first time i said to myself wandering up Hay high st....
"my my.... it has become so so 'precious' here...it will not end well...it is as if the standard fin de ciecle decadence is still ongoing, 3 years after the bloody cycle rebooted..... hmmm....poor people, it is so much more fabulous and ..... it is never fun or good for mind, body, quality of orgasms, ability to conceive, anything...being precious...hmmm...."
If wandering any of the adjoining towns the last 10 years.... ditto.
And ditto, today...
Except... i do feel it now (and decry totally the Peterson / Rogan / Rubin / Murray - and many women except Meg are joining in the last year or so..decry the style of hype up bad vibes ..) ....for the algorithms....
It is coming.....good job i know the TRULY safe places to hide in the hills... the easiest farms to rustle from...
And the best safest countries in Europe... Portugal top of list....where i have lived and can charm any occasional hoodlum
especially as i was to marry one... twenty years ago....
her dying before our time....
of the big c
despite her you would NEVER know lovely healed and fine and so so wise, persona... and love shown to my lass.. and wonderful successful community-useful business... ..
caused by a few decades earlier a few years on the big c...for charlie...
fuck all your plagues....
(and no one told her - her parents expensive Lisbon rich person healers.... "get the fuck up with the light....work your body hard as the science is categorical..natural cancer gobbling immunity cells are supercharged by LOTS of puff and sweat....and above all get out in the natural UV and infra red...we still dont know how, but they both work wonders...for the immune and other systems......and had they, we may have been well into out second baba by now.... and living somewhere like the truly sublime hidden away natural paradises she took us to... that extraordinary summer...)
Anyway... a true Homeric chronicle, does indeed have two volumes...of ten years...and i think it is today... the 20 year anniversary.... and end.
Of my rurly impossibly headfuckingly unplanned most amazing odyssey ever...
and how to defeat the actual Cyclopses and Sirens (bless errr !)
And all the rest.... "come Penelope come...? i frankly dont give a damn if you slept with all my court at once...for gain at that, as the only true and so so honest English woman i ever met...was officially on the game...and we had such a real warm trusting four encounters...and years later i overheard her telling her maid about me, and her... and it wasnt made up...as she didnt know i was there... until they saw me! ....and it is the most poignant gorgeous human story of all time... [even the druggies laughed].... about being human, and the worst of choices we must make, how to honour ... her simply impossibly honourable soul.... and she knows it too wherever she is now with her lovely daughter now a young adult....maybe the only mother i have ever met in Uk who can bring a child up to know good, bad, peace and.... honour...unless of course someone may prove me wrong"
righty ho
two weeks late ! officially
they are falling over by 1 to 10 May in an average spring...
today is their best sand up day of all....
countrypeople know what reality is
