now i am for years SO electron deficient.. that i don't even have spare sparks to go back and change an accidental capitalisation...
( Ken and Barbie even went by with their cooling slips of plastic for their chiwaways bums... i am polite, always and NEVER identify where i am.... and i would never be so stupid as to bother with one joule of energy on the incovertable... no point... and i don't have spare battery to look up if it should be unconvertable so i leave my typos as a work of pure bridge building Across forever-art....
and if i can't get the Dam bloody builders lass...well she would do... building bridges is in fact the business i have been in - only part time, when not buildin fences that will last fifty years...twenty is a mere blink of a sealions eye.... ..)
But that perfect bench (actually not quite,, see below) shall forever be known as the place of ....
" i would like to know what that tells me the ...TRUTH...."
I mean what do you say to THAT..
except it hasn't really been written in The West for at least 40 years...
And my chronicles - two decades well not quite...have every bizarre word of it...
But thats a next twenty year job of cliff edge hard work... even if i hum it to myself as i 50km a week minimum wander The Track...
And if i got stranded at least i do know as near to Paradise as you can get....here
But it will 'hurt' one... only one had the steely girders and right kind of cement about her DARE to say... " i want the truth"
I mean thats dangerous in this fallow land
Never mind i don't know who they are....
They think you don't notice.... just an hour afore the truth bench perfect (not quite see next post ok i havent got time a REAL man told me where the village sewers pipe into the sea... that cove...
so i wouldnt jump.... i am only jumping when there really is no hope left into the last clear stream thats my desktop background up in The High Mts of Serbia...
with or without at least a temporary resident visa.. bet daddy's house has fallen down by now
Anyway thats all immaterial...
You are wandering into the best little quiet spot and have a chat over a fence... THEY started it tellin' on their neighbours bein' ranty disfunctional...
what did she say "rage bait"...
so a good ok conversation began...
They started it..
few hours later you are meandering back with THE INFORMATION for her...
(two years here..THE info...)
Not 'called for but THE info is all that matters even when you've bought a million quids worth of VERY weathered perfect little cottage
" dyer know what luv..[ of course i wouldnt use that word thats as good as arrestable with this lot down here you cannot say ANYthing to....] ..i knew one thing for sure ... 100% ..unti about 90 minutes ago.... there are no drug free un boozy locally born men with a superb brain and even better communication skills... who really do care about their work, like me even if i gave up i can't take the neurotic ukltra sensetive Jung quotin' liar employeresses.... he straight away gave me a wonderful lecture on the rights and wrongs of which brand of resin.. the 50 quid or the 20... he agreed all the waterbased so called wood 'paints' will wash off in the first shower and all the WOMEN - sorry its all aimed only at themm the advertorials... have been conned... sold a pup.... its rubbish sorry unless its oil based forget it its a very expensive form of whitewash which the oldschool ttypes knew had to be repainted every year or so...so fuckin' the environment even MORE!
bloody bitumen ... how olds that....since about the stone age.... only thing will do ...'but if they wont accept black window frames... i think i have cracked it witth this product and i have found a way to get it down to 20 quid a tube' ...
" look... dont punch me for this as all other men are primed to do.. you say the applicator costs 47 quid a 'funpack''... why are you using an applicator... just cut off the top and mix em by hand... "
" luv... not only did he WANT me to film his superb wise workmanship and INFORMATION for mty records if i ever found some other sourpuss with a holy hull.... he is honest about local property market the whole damn thing...
"luv... when your 'For The English To see ' rennovations arent quite up to the local . . conditions... believe me HE get his number now even in The MArcher lands i never encountered such a wise and wonderful open countenanced worker of the rottin wood... who also CARES... even if doin up fragile little incomer places.... he is me, but 20 years younger...he is ABOVE the feelings and the dystiopia which means they run away darent have a SECOND 'true' convo.... the most wonderful English man by far Ive ever met... born too just along the coast in my super luxury atch village where i get the best ever sunrise...my treat tonight...."
well she lost out... its a weird world no it isnt you merely cannot ever predict what their smiles actually mean...
which merely means ...
well i have about a million words on that subject since 2010...
and as mentioned its not the writing or even the stories...
it is knowing that nobody in theis bizarre land likes the REAL truth
which is why...one has to live on the cliff edge metaphorically..
(except for the BAbscot... she's so lovely but i cannot marry my sister as maybe one needs one of them to..to post bail at the very least... never mind be back protector if....and when
Because there is a much more interesting truth level soon
Thing is even him (i have his picture for you and South Eastern private ed drawl.... even number 1 [on tape] well just use the banned chemical anyway and i dont care what it does to the streams...it nukes the bracken i need nuking...[ prior to turning his place too into eco ...tourism destination]... and taking 100s of thousands of quid on George Monbiot eco talks and all the rest...
where i am sure Lawson Towers put him up in the small extremely 1000 year old barn that couldnt be converted into a towny 'pod' until the neighbour did as he was paid and pondered how to poison the place so toxically no bat would ever think about rehoming itself there even if black magic was true
and he hadnt vampired the human out of humanist...
(i loved her laugh - iot was real...when i did the " they think that the whatever i said will be protected if they 'manifest'... whatever i said...as the solution"
hope is knowing there is NO hope... thus only humour [ i never had - i mean automatically switch onable just like that...til i let myself be the brunt of every walkers joke circuits for many a km... tellin' em why I came to their so lonely Track.. no one stops and talks for long as Neruda said " a conversation does not begin until we have been speaking an hour" why all walkers should go and walk the Bolivian Andes quick march! i mean theres no point here where walking pole brands are the only allowed topic in this only bourgeois petty bourgeoisie dump of a no more laughin' aisle...
WHEN YOU CAN LAUGH AT IT... you are FIXED!!!! for good... periods or not ]
so yes For The Love of a SOn cured me of any unwarranted 'shame' which is the only !"bodily" up yer bum fuck witless real 'trauma' that lives on...
so spit it out
They can't round here as they are robot progerammed to only allow one onion skin layer to show...
The ...
no i shant even bother....
yet
And all i know i still cannot find the perfect book
probably Bel Canto (if Extinction or KUshners mad gorgeous unabombing poem of a MArs Room except fuck talk about a Yankee endin' it all ends in... 'The Light' - that may be a false trail....of mine as i wouldnt spoil an endin'.)
.... ta bit hard
I had just stolen her next one as it happens...
ehhhmmm Reader on the 6.27
leftovers2022.blogspot.com rather scrappy and to be finished as i been busy dealin with the leftovers..
The moist poetical line ever in history...
And she didn't mean it in a toilet humour way it was pure innocent actually 6 or 7 year old questioning and she invented that perfect word..
which is of course double entendre...
It is all i have left over to still pass on or rather that which matters
as only good culture can save ANYthing now especially the fishes on a diet as we speak...
riight the quotation marks wen t awry there but i only ever sit out in the sun and havent even had one cancer spot..
or i may have 2020..i just turne dit into performance art photographimng it every day...laughing at the bloody phase...
knowing for 100% sure April 2020 its a veery quick growing motjherfucker melenoma..
oh well fait accompli no doctors appointments .. no doctors..
laugh at it leave behind a true work of art... maybe the lass can cash in...
And one morning the last laugh was on me.. the great bid headside blood leakin' bastard..
Had gone and disappeared fallen off of its own accord...
Anyway i have seven more layers of depth to plumb....soon
But never enough sparks all i need is a few hundred quid to get myself a new battery maybe i shall cheat and even get some solar...
But then...
"zen" id that if i wasnt wanderin' back out of the church
Book/depository
i wouldnt have met...
the only enjoyble English woman
For years at least.....and such a deep real actual ... world
In her ...
I wish they would learn ONE thing only!!!
If you say you "want the truth" its like getting HIV..or ehhmmm.... starting a mindfulness course... thats it you are poisoned and toxic [to all the rest] for LIFE!!!
There is no fence.. there is no bending back over the other side like a lost willow branch all supple and
