"now" all of them ...led by Yuckhart, and a whole 'universe' of fakes ... blessem..
Perhaps it started with " you musn't come into my personal-space, bubble.... " which is a germophobe, hum-o-phobe way of saying " I am too self hurt to want a cuddle" - usually as they had disastrous or somehow warped 'attachments' in their kidhood...
And then this whole industry (it's so so nice to have found someone who speaks the same language: " we wont use THAT word... they invaded, colonised, and turned into their grey little slave" well, she doesnt quite say it like that but does know the issue, and that only humour can save "human"ity from the ever spreading virus of ...well as i would jot in 2010 "self regard" is all it ever was...
Anyway the nouveau language of all sorts of things they do with the "space" even i have been tickled pink by, 'deep diving' (another) which is a kiddult phrase for attempting to scholarly learn objectively just how far the rot went
s it happens i do think (having further roamed) that one of the best was this linked a month or so ago... Mrs 'Shaman" or in her case back then still stuck in the kindergarten mode of "healer" (certainly a banned word ) ... in fact the most interesting thing to me was not her ... but how the (upper) middle classes took to her but then HIM....a king of London - even the Hill; rich suckers, Hampstead, for years wasting their cash on his 'osteopathy' - the first version of vudu to become trendy, when a GOOD PROPPER LONG WALK will miraculously by vudu-magic sort out ALL your bits gone a bit wonky
The way he, even presented with reams of evidence that she was an old fashioned pyramid of a scheming thief ..... spoiler alert as they say....
couldnt quite let go of the con
nor of course ACTUALLY 'take responsibility' for introducing his patients, oops friends (the older i get 'paid friends' - transactional relationships pretending to be 'care' ... i wonder if thats all there ever is... i have a forgotten post in drafts about that from a week back, later)
I mean he cannot even laugh at himself: "bags of cash hung from trees in vudu land cos that's what her 'shaman' said must be done..god she even fooled me...what a walley i was i should hand back my own vudu credentials.... " is worse in fact than her timeless con...
https://www.tortoisemedia.com/listen/dangerous-memories
(as stated even if its a life's work, somehow describing that a whole generation of them the lesser variety spotted invading even my past safespace zone even 20 years ago... its the lesser, not QUITE arrestable, con.... [and my ohh my they revved it all up 2020 ...via their Fakebook-savvy webcams... from the safety of their space... under the stairs. they were desperately trying to turn into a tax deductible business expense all the maybe real jobs, like cleaning lady... it was my nightly entertainment... but this, that, didnt come from nowhere.... i watched it drip drip chinese torture arise over 1`7 or 18 years.... and it - the real story, was so interesting.... no one even noticed i sometimes wonder, but moi.. perhaps because doing the RIGHT thing, innocently - in theory the only good influences on ones child - all i cared about, well.... but so often the first layer of con was them claiming a NOT-London background.... my my they were clever.... great BAFTAworthy actresses indeed.... cos silly fool me i always used to basically believe what came out of folks' gobs... well in the rural quietitude at least the whole point being oldschool 'rural honour' meant one couldnt afford to tell porkies as there was a real job to be done: get by.... in the face of ever present 'nature' who often had other ideas... which is the ONLY 'Cure' you get from 'Nature ': learning that no matter how good your ferret cage restoring is.... nature will come and deliver you a surprise you could not second-sight predict even with decades of real rural time under your belt..... and one may 'suffer' great pain at the metaphorical bite in the bum....a lonely thoughbubble: " weeks of hard lonely massive ferret pen renovation work WASTED you little ratty cuntrats... and years of telling everyone that THE way to keep away rats is to ponzi-scheme to trades description act/violate the truth by swearing on your daughter's life that in days gone yore ferret poo could be purchased from farmers markets to leave around ratholes and that would evict the buggers no matter what..... and what d'yer know merely due an extra warm month when it should be cold the fuckers so fast-bred theyre eating my ferret cages now to get at their grub...woe is me.... nature ...{taught me!} ... oh woe is me my KNOWING iz always cantly vanity as is my now-sorrow Yuckherat.... .... so chin up battle on... except that last line isn't quite right as the genuine harms in 'nature' put being "human" exactly where it should be via perspective and ...well, perspective.... i have the films one day they are funny])
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Twenty Twenty; a gorgeous sublime, such-fun and healthy, 'space' in The Odyssey
As they're STILL goin' on about it.....
In fact they'll never stop. As when one is so utterly void - has a massive space inside, from decades of 'Buddhist' Sam Harrisist meditation .... has nothing inside, except the latest expensive leather meditation slippers (photos from 3 years ago to come)
no actual values, or PURPOSE
nor even failed Odyssey to attempt to improve REAL things such as healthy psychological environment for kids in fucked up Eastenders addicted family....
of course you get freaked out by the smallest little things...
(?? because ?? all this projection of kind chumminess even they arent stupid enough to know is nothing more than spin*... copyright TB and his clan)
* one of the best actual examples in my 'box' es... Hay Goes Plastic Free ...we even happened to the 2008 or 9 'launch' for the TV cameras.... a fat middle aged incomer smiling at the cameras at her amazing success when she hadn't even gone to have a CHAT with COOP 300m away where 90% of the (i only think in 20km circle 'regions' that the way actual rural peeps are - how far can a wo/man as they did in HArdy's times walk in a day to work and back, even with a bad knee.... and thats before knee-brace show offery was invented) people of the region DID their shopping..... always.... and i know the manager hadn''t even...heard of her " we are the first town in the county to be plastic free" cos i asked him myself!!)
ohh yes...
so so so much more interesting than a notepad one of 100s... of wasted chunks o' tree
One of only two pieces of art ive ever had out on my walls...
REAL art... that has meaning
The lower found in a phone box in HAmmersmith discarded one night in the 80s....
funny that how i never met anyone (until... November 2023 via device, at first then Shitcreekside) who makes me think of that simply amazing art...it kindof IS a portrait....
.... quite eerie ..... ..anyway a REAL second sight telling the future bit of art by a fine GERMAN mind... a piortrait for 30+ years above my fireplace...
Anywya back to the point: the Sid Nolan...
Now that's not just a postcard of a fine picture.. of a maybe Abbo
Its to remind me
21... a new manager comes....
to a 'space' which for several decades had been the only FREE 'space' for miles where a scrofulous single mum - i knew several...could bring her kids on a rainy Sunday to enjoy 5 minutes of good art... (small ish barn space converted hence only for 5 minutes ).. i know i would cycle down every 6 mths and often there were pauper mum-kid combos there... i got to know one fabulous young pauper kid...
And then.... even there... the 'community' preaching types....all look like Charles Eisenstein and all have the same pained on smiles...
ALL will have come 'up' through the London or Bristol ' charity' sector.... preaching 'be kind' and all that....
As soon as he took over at Nolan and i know as i had several friendly chats...
"we 'we-men [copyright ME not we me!] think that to benefit the 'community' .. we will enhance the blahh blahh weness ... by... no longer having free entry .."
And thus poor i-forget-her-name could no longer pop up to a very shabby limited public 'space' that never really was... as her and 3 kids twenty quid....
But it is the way (no real financial issues at that 'Trust' ... ) they upgrade modernise ... they spin their web of bullshit venom with newspeak .... oblivious to " hey i know there are a relatively high proportion of the few who may just enjoy some art for their kids round here whom are actually so limited income they'll never come again.."
They 'know' better...
They always 'know' better....
Trustees... all those titles... just labels for containers [ nearly a newword] of nothing...(yes institutions are the only way you are right Agent Z..... i am no anarchist anyone who knows the amount of prozac piss goes into The Wye cannot be an anarchist as only actual law will hold that back,....:" if you shower your dog chemicals outdoors into the drains you will be fed to the fucked up dogs you are raising " course we need law as THEY wont ever listen as they signal princessly perfection and thats just the owners... but HOLDING UP TO SUNLIGHT especially the tsunami of prozac* piss running through every institution and charity is ... essential ... .... )
* especially hilarious thay are on it - 'risk of suicidality from side effects', as of late it seems fairly conclusive that 'depression' isn't indeed linked to 'serotonin''.... suckers, as conned as the suckers of the snake oil pedlar of Hampstead in the aforementioned man-pimped load of same-ole..
(all her disciples of course - subtler .. keep your con smaller then no one will ever notice.... spread out to The MArches...Sw... via their temple of drugged up goddesses and shameless shamen of course Glastonbury ... to the SW ... to be cont... shit i got a whole shaman poem talk i forgot )
