Well, for a start, having for the first time ever sat with the magnificent super smart Old Vic and seen him
or anyone, peer in to this Ralph (the first) on his smartie;
well, you cannot 'read' this on a smallscreen
It is a 'multi media experience' - which is a wry almost 'fabulist' self effacing dig
at everything went useless (and almost everyone), so splurge.
But you do have to go back to the start.
which alone will be about 100 clicks bottom right hand corner
Until i can somehow sit down and figure a way to make it more user friendly
I don't know if they have in any of the 'cultures' of the former soviet states the 'road trip' model of messaging into the culture.
Unfortunately.
As was sort of present in this one in earlier times when culture was not about confected vulnerability or self-pity.
The Odyssey of course the ultimate road trip so its nuthin' new...
In fact come to think of it their Bible a bit of a romp around lookin' for...?
'truth' ..? salvation well i don't really believe in the latter. And the former can get you crucified especially in Guardian Reading pseudeia lands (pseudeia.com will soon be properly reborn) like The Marches - the worsst kinds of incommers blessem because , it's fine to be exactly what you say you are - an ex mafia or drug lord from Hackney before it was gentrified, setting un in the SW on Tin Pot Tin Pan Alley..or.. a fair few other locations especially this one here now... ... my ohh my the cabals... of bullneck incomers intent on ...
nothing but look at me - i had no idea the SW was like this except its irrelevent as i am not interested in anything after a few years ago
Live action: i can never see this colour, now.... in a pickle.... without thinking of two things: firstly the only reason i migrated as i do have a heart so it makes me sorrowful
and secondly it was in fact the fancy colour 37 years ago in a very very short lived "i suppose i better join in with their gentrification of everything including my quaint old dour garden flat West west Ealing .. hmmm... whats a splendid olde world colour to pain my lounge walls....to enhance the value.."
And then thank god - literally, well i've no idea what the 'dea;' is but... Gulf War 1...
then wonderful deep deep recession of 91 (especially affecting my own then vocation based on private meandering around various nations)
utter penury .... the best thing that ever happened by far ...well as trigger
no warning
the ultimate silver lining
which was the key.. to a revised New Testament ...
of who i wanted to be
But never had any idea may exist.
And end up 30 years on in a million words of waffle...
except...
One thing i do know is to have shared lexicon is almost impossible.
That's the problem i cannot fix as i doubt i can write the new new testament and anyway i don't know what the 'deal' is
An inverse version of Jonah sat saddled atop the whale for years, as to me being outside is my religion
But still trapped .. riding it's lumpen waddlin' around the ocean just to overeat...
(my ohh my the amount of stars in their eyes 'locals' who are just incomers from London.. said especially lasterregion - really SW SW region.. " they say they're nearby next bay.." ... virtue signalling whale adoration when they couldnt give a shit about the Dryrobes in their washing machine designed to actually exude mioicroplastics down the tubes.... radio4 chan didn't tell you that when they had on some Tom-Paul the founder basically plinthing his as saving the world selling recycled plastic.. thats bound to need more washing.... unlike a towel made of cotton that can be used for years... for the same job... Job.... who didnt get his kids back...or kid detail never matters.)
So, to summarise really inadequately, as where i be ..'now'...
In fact what i do know especially as I have run a recent coven ... in my case merely in a sheltered cove..
(she desperate to escape the coven around her)
training session for free always ...
on let go ...all the way... sets you kindof free...
She - the one main Comp... can be my judge and jury
I know already the verdict, and she ... well, is beyond reproach.
No interest any others opinions any more...
Only that they understand that their opinions are theirs..
its like this i met lastereve a truly amazing part time van woman in the LAST place one would expect ever to meet a true one..
As we nattered... under the gaze of surrounding organised crook retirees and window twitchers... the territorial (MINE!) obsession down here except they all have binoculars so its even more a nest of spying thieves..
She... and her new little doggie, really did get it - same page;
... (trendy silly word) stealth...
there is NOTHING here... her longtimer here
And her job down the coast, pampering the health
of those with super 'wealth'..
And she ...same page 100% as me...
Indeed even had lived their Core D'Azure
eighteen months ...
poor but panderin'
sucking up to cash ... paid for her bigger job
Her brilliant words - really wonderful (46 .. i got it wrong by 2 years)
" i returned after five years away and i have absolutely NO idea any more what the social rules are here... and no idea what you are allowed to say....."
But then yes i know that obvious since 16ish...
" more...let us be Mr And Mrs Socrates and go deeper....you fucked enough frogs i hope... as with me... you have lived worked existed fully there and other beautiful peeps places... what can we REALLY say....? ... seems to me every conversation almost i ever have here someone even a longterm acquaintance is ready to jump down your throat and headbut you from the inside for things they imagine you.. are about to burp out...
belch
and every deal they 'welsh' ..
i just know it is not like that other side... of La MAnche
luckiest people in Europe The Albanians who have been 'achtunged'!!
blocked.."
" ... yeah...i worked longtime in many intense places like palaces of gastronomie
with highest ego level ... endlessly
and if you did disagree....
' baisse-toi [ they dont know the real non natives - even her..the worst insult in Frog is merely 'allez-vous en.. ' i asked the one i trusted the Queen of nuance with her 'spectacluhhhhh!!! '
allez vous en just means go away.... but its the performative nuance with it its worse than .. xxx censored as the cloth is reading... ] ..... headchef or somellier or ex lover.... they rant and rave looking as if theyre about to stick in the dagger... and then within 3 minutes exactly have forgotton why and... never bear a GRUDGE.... never... c'est la vie even if its full of wankers who aren't as wonderful as me...
they do not hold even a tad of angst for the other friend lover relative boss ..in their heart... "
" you got it babe! so let me tell you some...stories"
anyway... Voltaire - he is mine not theirs
with his Candide...
The Don ... Quixotically roamin'... even Pilgrims Progress ...
I have no idea if anyone has in fact found the almost inverse version of the 'road trip' not very far ..
being an ACTUAL REAL 'ACTIVIST' unlike every single artist and writer these days who go on desert Island Discs especially - seems like they dont invite you on unless you will call yourself " i am Cindy the great singer [ truth]..and activist [ lies].."
. definition: ehhh... writing for example from 2010 truths so so real and real... they trebly or was it twice try and silence you with made up folklore...
failed
But then ten years of roaming a lot... ( nearly 10,000 hours ... makes you a 'genius' i can talk with anyone even sermonise a great preacher ..its just practice, in doing what i do not wish to do as i have no love to do it 'for'...except a dead Albatross... and only love matters )
means i live on nuthin' .. often not even baked beans
so often in a 'pickle' ..
stew..
but never for one second forget
and i do NOT believe 'something will come up'
except it sometimes does
and when it doesnt even the actual starvation has a silver lining ...eventually
THis quickly jotted .. well, plot
is an anti-plot
meaning all i do know is that several times in the past i have discovered
the very best person ever ... the one you 'needed'
(really did - change you... even if a ghost.. or lost...or hissing acid droplets from hissy-fit.. fine frame .).
Well in this case two..
maybe even three
... lets just keep it simple: io never needed a 'sister' i could totally trust and can say anything to... all the way...
And .... i found her.... in the very last place on this planet she should exist..
As i think we both know err and eye to eye.. there's one place even worse than Gwerk...
Did the aforementioned CAndide and Don and whoever Progressed find that little key?
(to the gaolhouse or eternity who cares)
I know it was the key to twatomised me
so everyone else can ferkin ejit off back to their own hellogram
unless they pay up as its got to be written up propper now
And not even my true lovely beach goddess Helen who needs her posts bathed in creosote and done by a REAL man who will do it... THE JOB comes before.....feelings...
i guess will risk employin' a definite 'brother'... of the land no doubt about it i trust no non-mountain folk ever... so i test them with every line of flirt or joke..
test.... do they understand.. THE LAND...
means never ever ever take mere words to heart
and ...say what you mean and mean what you say...
down here even the ...well there was one ... said " i will pay you to do that job.." in her million quid many acres on mummy's cash...
And did not MEAN it...
and this there is no not even 'riural honour' copyright me i wrote that fifteen years ago...
the land cannot be tilled harvested or Mary... Magdalene. havin a piss on it too much altar wine... without solidarity
ditto the environment
And it...once solidarity
... all tuned into a puff of blue fumin' smoke
may as well be Conclave votin for which 'devil' gets the property rites
the just about goodies cannot just about work in harmony
no...hope...
except.... my road trip longwinded pilgrimate..[nuthin' except the Old Vics chips yesteraft] was to find the just 'may..Bees..'
And i knew it was impossible
Until
(footnote... The Peruvian died today.... reminds me... as it is SO SO hard here and 'now'.
.in the 70s 80s even 'working class' types would know who Borges was... may have read a bit of PIlger or even De Beauvoir.... no pone ever seems to have self educated beyond about Wang Chung .... errata i think Big Brother they all were addicts ..i never saw until a week ago i had no idea it was that vile and sick...
they many have pretended to read their lost sick Eckheart... but to try and find common ground in any literary way is near impossible.... many dont even ACTUALLY know the books of Mary Anne George The Silas the best book on the REAL church... ever...
but the ultimate 'road trip' pilgrimage ... endure the bullshit, for quite a few decades indeed double a Homeric Cycle...book, is of course... Gabriele Garcia's... ...Love... and i believe in that ending ..stupid Candideian candidate for the madhouse i am...)
