(that needs to be woven into many year known philosophical basic Montaignian How to Live..universal rules)
Freedom - is in fact knowing (as i discovered non tin-foil-hat... 2008/9 battling and winning JAck Stawman in public as he knew, via the broadsheets... as he knew... ("hoodwanker!" wrote The Times after my email to my buddy Franny Gibb the legal Editoress..she printed almost verbatim) .. likely all my communications are in fact being bugged... horror! 'vulnerability'..living up high in hills with lass, no neighbour thank god for 2 km in any direction our paradise...then realisng a few days later, " wow thats real FREEDOM as i know every word i utter i would stand by...in fact DO... and always will...."
Freedom is also knowing that your "friend" (this i realised is yes The Lowlander disease...real peeps of the land dont have them or just maybe 2 or 3... the lowlander needs their neurotic crutch of " arent i so loveable and funky with all my friends.." who are merely gossip factories and sometimes bitchin' boards ...to melodramatise to the next 'friend'..)
watches and collates every single wasted second through the default butterfly brained bullshit onn 'collaborating' on this that or the other...
i keep perfect notes in case i need to move all great ideas - wonderful evocative film scenes and philosophies... onto the next smiler who maybe meant it...
freedom is the exact opposite of self determination indeed knowing every second spent on even smiling at me has massive time-consequences on the recipient never mind months of being supposedly 'on the same page' yet theyre all blowin' off in the wind..
freedom is knowing that you are being monitored...
always...and every wasted second remebered. Not to counter attack, but to help the waster maybe ponder the actual "CHANGE" they need to make...
cos with all the time wasting (twenty silly years of this even though it really revved up about 13 or 14..)
no one will ever change ANYthing..its merely a job, not 'personal'...all mere archetypes sadly seemingly every single one
But still i have two magnificats PAsty-fed..
who at least ....well, to be cont
but its the absolute inability of the Engilliteratti to know that being held accountable for the bullshit that people pleases its way out of gob after gob...is a true freedom..
to sleep well, too..
as deep down they do know its all wrong, themtoo....
thats what the subconsious is: oldschool simple rules...
its not as thick as the conscious became, with all their OracleGirls and silly Branded space cadets ...
who are 'aware' of nothing: the soul does check itself for porky pies... so keep to the 'natural' version...always... mean every word even now " yes i will go and fix your daddy's house as i said i would despite not relishing one second in RAmbo lands, even if all the immos maybe movin' in down The Road, Kosovo way.."
you stick by your word...
seemingly NO Southerner (definition now is almost all of Wales too as the ones who couldnt afford Gweek bought Pembrokeshire and are all putting their slave job specs on a FAkebook group " help wanted dreamy offgrid"..." come be part of our 'community' [and lets avoid paying minimum wage for work done on land bought with dodgy dosh you'll NEVER have a legal share of. and will often be shooed off when youve been used with an official harassment notice warning when you realise the actual con and volubly upset me... ..youve NO hope dear R, unless..
.......ive been everywhere from the INside...and know...the reality.]."
anyway they all are so easily 'offended' or dont sleep cos they arent authentic despite their posts and masks...
esteemed people are free, by knowing most of the time they keep to their word - only in fact unable to is the dominoes effect attacks continually of the next one down the 'connected' chain has wasted SO much of your time you are way behind schedule..
i have one
(in fact you notice how Southerners look so much older than their ages... of course its not just the pm10s or whatever pollutants its their subconscious at war with their paineted on bullshit terrified of themselves smile... it doesnt work yoou know...)
sequence: the crow that took over my bench MArch is where i need to go back to...
soon
