oh have a splurge.... (ONE 'nature' cure...in her [innix] )

 

There i am just finished my 2 hr splurge on even Jags....and then the expensive equipment arrives...

so utterly death of all ... quietitude, simplicity

One of dozens for a collage of what folks SHOULD take pics of.... 99% of my walking is in the National Trust...OBVIOUSLY " quiet" places of nature...

And poo fairies who magically have evolved to Be plastics eaters ..too 

First day of summer day, yesterallday...bag given 3 monthly keep up appearances, boil in soapy water...

one pair of undies a week... (dont tell anyone) 

Oh yes how ultra symbol

She... Mrs ...oh yes i dont go around skinning hedgehogs but 2010 i discovered  acreature that could!!

Even more truly of interest to an actual taxidermist...

Thats not on your Groundhog Day lookup..

But... 14 years my one treat was olive pate

Only got budget at Sainsbury's...

Until...at last i found one half the price. On my givingbirth day toboot...

oh yes now...Merm books...as i certainly am not returning here Mister ultramerm .." so why do you take photos..?" the clue is they ...in their small fishbowl, they are so fat to bursting out of... like the smelly polluted ponds their peabrains are...

even ask in the first place.

SO as to judge, and boss..

Made so by the same awful books polluted all their brains, written by the same Helen Macdonald fraud 'nature' lover

I heard a GREAT nature brained woman...once..as we spoke, even in January 23, one day...and there was only one!  she said " ooohhhhh hmmm.... i think there is a hornet buzzin around my little home..." and then said no more....

Bee ing she accepted it as equally rightfully Bee ing there..and nothing to freak out about

I was impressed. 

By ONLY her

For decades

But never kept y "MANipulat"ive little hook in, they love to imagine...for long enough 

 

i should put a boot in even her...

I was pondering earlier what a REAL daddy would have done

ohh its gone now...

it was rather brusque, and unpoetical .... basically the worst thing in my lexicon is "fake" or pseud...

But i wandered up the street and actually wrote a whole audio poem about it.... Ulysseys lament..

oh yes here she is...

SO i truly dont like ever pointing individual fingers at individual people 

But so many are archetype

Almost every woman i ever see in a huge 50 grand pickup

Is alone

And i bet every single one has a Natural Store selection of bags

in the boot

But here... Rinsey atch no more...

This above all is the one place -  5km away from towns... stunning view

People ONLY come here to walk or dog/ equipment  perform 

Only  a small handful of hobos overnight or meander by

But every single large Pickup owner (and every male status vehicle owner) ...

they park up having spent 5 litres of mother earth just to get here...

And then all the women will spend at least half an hour lookin down into their horrid little devices...

And i see their looks

always all of them is tense and personifies, EMBODIES... unhappiness.

NEVER ...happy

But i care - i am no voyeur and certainly no wrecking ball...

"DADDY" tells her....

STOP! i know you dont Be leave your own rubbish... just to suck up to the  richer thieves ran away from London with 200 grand of stolen loot - as they all do...

(so many kids were false allegatored from fathers by London courts  - errata by LIARS making up false allegations in London courts [not to me i won my legals]...for example.... and as soon as she had a big bag of cash... " ohh you can see her every other weekend.... i shall make that concession..." except she had moved 300 km away to Hay-on-Wye..... from about 2009 ... where no one asked any questions where her pot of gold was from...and too far for DADDY to be...except send the cheques in..)

these people are so ...any BODY expert can see - every bot of them, every movement... every smallest twitch; they are in pain....

And 'art of relating...well art of relate to reality first...not one of us can BE any use to ANY one...even Be a writer...unless one knows what it is inside of us,  we should BE true to...

And i have met nothing inthe uk for years except the odd old farmer... who even knows what they are never mind what is REALLY good in them...

Not one...even her... too, fraudulently showing off to .. well their 3000 'friends' ruined them...made them all monsters...every single one...

 She, here will no doubt be conning hers... she is happy

When i saw her....

I am the all seeing eye

she fakes it she may Be...

ooh there we are it came back...daddy a real one would say that...

Because he saw her pained face, too.... in pain.

Not for a second who she faked it she...was.

Fraud...100% fraud... Fakebook made into a fraud...

And thats the saddest thing of all..... when you meet a fine mind. They cannot Be ..their ok half a mind ;eft...

(private photo: " so did you chose whats inside then.."

oh yes the amount of people that thinkthis is 'art' or 'activism' is perfect fin-de-ciecle decadent insanity

ALL that matters to me...soon.... my desktop

one of two

(you have no idea the effort to have kept this show on the road)

will Be empty

And then....darnit...i find i have 5 videos still to do from  wonderful superpower day

3 March

To Be...

soon