Thursday, 1 May 2025

My preciouss.... holiday day ("They're all wrong...")

 Of course is the wrong way of speaking, even if the 

right way of thinking....

I saw it lastereve... the absolute nub of the 'it' of it.

(after lasteraft the pantin' man... huffin' puffin' and cussin'.... in the formerly most wonderful atch of the sleepless one - who I am sure has been infected with the ..


i need a word for them: i know  what they are now,  all their thought trapped in the fiercly flattened folds of  all the sharp edged enforced flatness trapping and squashing to one dimensionality  their poor 'traumatised' brains  between the  


(06.30 may day the real one)


 in fact an even better metaphor

the earth, gets flattened into folds of inpenetrable hardness especially if trudged along daf after day by the same headbowed shuffling feet, like  the earth between the huts of an auschwitz deathcamp...
 

when ... I need you ore than want you and i want you for all time is language and  thus

thought too - the words creating the mind...  how it embodies itself towards other bodiestoo

 folding  around its own upstuck finger

towards only the heavens

heaven







But it is her. SO called vanbabe

I met one this time a year'nago...

Her merely five years older.


There they are on their " i was a marketing supremo expertress....  and  saw my 'vulnerability'... and 'trauma' ...

[no actual vanbabe or bloke would mention the Porsche left behind in a life not left behind if you need  to name it] ... and... "


But what i saw in her silly little van, was ...no

Books

what you do not see is so often the key to eternity


Where they will be stuck arguin'  McGilchrests .. " i changed job to use another part of my brain.."


Aping Mankind: Neuromania, Darwinitis and the misrepresentation of humanity

Neuroscience has made astounding progress in the understanding of the brain. What should we make of its claims to go beyond the brain and explain consciousness, behaviour and culture? Where should we draw the line? In this brilliant critique Raymond Tallis dismantles "Neuromania", arising out of the idea that we are reducible to our brains and "Darwinitis" according to which, since the brain is an evolved organ, we are entirely explicable within an evolutionary framework. With precision and acuity he argues that the belief that human beings can be understood in biological terms is a serious obstacle to clear thinking about what we are and what we might become. Neuromania and Darwinitis deny human uniqueness, minimise the differences between us and our nearest animal kin and offer a grotesquely simplified account of humanity. We are, argues Tallis, infinitely more interesting and complex than we appear in the mirror of biology

But.. but wrong word, I realised of late on cliffedged wanderations...

Well i knew already, but crystal clear as a compost loo without any flow of anythin, just a lump off shit

I never knew just HOW 'political' the flatlanders -  those who have never lived for decades in the higher hardlands up and down lands...
where there isnt time for 'politics' as one must find SOME actual real "human"  [ the last time i parenthesise  hertheir word.. as i guess i understand now the utterly inhumanity of absolutely every way of bein', here.. there... the absolute self obsession 
ONLY on what possession
or perceived advantage 
in any other person
or a 'friend'  trendy mirror  reflectin' only how the other wishes to be reflected
if they can see between the cracks of the 
carelessly discarded shards
  that even the toughest "warrior"  is not goin' to be able to protect herself from....  and Harari's book Sapiens is about as  anti human and THE problem as you can get]   

there must be SOME affinity
especially with those one has had an entirely different life experience to
the farmer in the hills who just
hates all the incomer 75 grand SUVs when he has to get greased up  to his 
[it always is]
elbows  every dawn just to get his old banger to start

To be really human
(to all and sundry wherever you may be)
Firstly you have to for years and years be NO ONE

That is what the emigree
a fancy word for sold out down South
And moved over West or away from the screwed up on drugs - there are many kinds as a philosopher knows
The worst kind the one that has a label: I am special.
My tai chi, meditation, yoga mat  and 
in fact he is the perfect personification

i read his first books he was TRYing to think.... but probably Charlotte needed a new powershower from Peter Jones up their Sloaney
square shaped tight little box of a place




... he you could see though 'THE' problem the Southern London man .. performs utter sweet fruity coffeeness
in Notters Starbucks
thirty years ago
All an act even he forgot who we all really are unless

whilst inside having exactly these sharp folded impenetrable layers 
(of her Marks and Sparks crisp clean nouveau bag.. film to come)
He ... begat
Them

Ok lets put it like this (mine Grasshopperess assistant does not only agree but lives aside the whole jamboree, whilst snakely inside their whole pedigree...)

I've been on 'duty' even if perfectly zenned
(that is my MAyday present to her...  comming up...
what is REAL zen)

And i watch and sometimes engage...
Among the number one sybarite destination
(oops they wouldnt like that word 
i guess its one of them... 
not my word


who manages to pretend that mummie's dosh that buts the dear ohh dear 
Pasty nosh
Never mind still rising house prices
Didn't come from Babcock or L'Oreal
Vickers
 (main ammo maker)
Didn't pay for mummy's fancy lace knickers

one way or another.
And as not someone livin' in Eckheart's awful ultra EFFETE
thats all it is, dilettante cowardice: "now"
But if you have children you live only in Tomorrow
Today

Anyway yes another day... as all i am interested in is how they sybarited their way West from the year 2005ish...
when i had gone out West:
" its far too far for Alain and Charlotte to make it over  on even their weekend trips out from the big smoke
And they're allergic to actual mud, and weather... pheewwww i made it.... and learned i am absolutelly nobody with nothing.... and that hurts over years.... 
but thats the only therapy i know that works...
but it must include  psychodrunk thugs telling you just that, too..."

who were they, really.... ?
I saw them so so unhappily meanderin' in
Painted on Alain smile.. some of the same bullshit lingo
That clearly didn't work
As i saw inside their sheds,  but never their other half's knickers as they daren't even put them outside to dry in the fresh air they  bought with their London dosh 
For fear they may be thought...female
What? 

In other words Alain  (i am using as archetype) 
was always one big con
SO SO  failed to work
You can see it in his face!
They sell permanent youth and inner child
like innocence
years to come: bargain corner fifty pence

They age so so fast.

Anyway no more thinking
they are in then past.

 BUt it was extremely useful to have found their 
i was going to write 'breeding ground' 
spawning fields...

Whats astonishing if that even the most glorious spring and flowerfilled lanes for years
of course they arent OUT in their spawning grounds 
and most ... too bitter to have ever even 
bred.

Eraserhead (i never watched that i bet it was THE problem)

razor flat thought and WORD patterns

rub out absolutely everything worth sayin' or thinkin'

in a Northern Lights (no not  inspired or maybe it helped i never copy anyone i am 99.9% word-in-MY-momentarily what happens now) 

fuzzy lovely wrapping and unwrapping way

folding back upon themselves... all rather lovely chaos jumble

that could never be bought
or sold

Guess what it does indeed stop
the mind from getting old

in fact i couldnt do metaphor until 

i realised its all the cult of (every Southern Lowlanders  100% obsession )
healin'
that makes you ill.

Anyway wordy waffle but i do think that word picture is fine

When at last there is the absolutely PERFECT picture in an hour of her non-van talk

(grassy Babs agrees)

EXACTLY...what is the problem
And McGilchrist did dig deep 
poured his picklin' scotch deep down into every fissure and cravass between 'left brain' and 'right'

They all - even uneducated  avaricious tarts who left her early teen daughter to go off in a van ... 
she got cos she was "vulnerable" the day she sold her house and couldnt get a hotel as it was in spring 2020
And makes tube talks sayin how the dad was "toxic" without of course saying he was toxic...
In videos MADE for her daughter!!!
Wow parental alienation at a distance the ultimate world champion

Thats what you get from someone who serves up .medicine'. at your 'festivals' (the Big Healing one of the SW)
But far more importantly... serves up utterly mind disabling nonsense as if it was fact from year zero..
Cos Talliss  would be a bit hard for her marketing ...
department store holdin' nothin' as no one taught
errata found a way of even PAYING ..  this lot to actually read ANYthing
That isnt a marketing prop
For Alain and his load of total 100% sop

I have endured six months in the heart of their total darkness
Even darker than Hatesville

At least their they sometimes drop their act 
when the drugs dont work

But the problem is ... this so tightly stamped on ground..
in other words the herd

They all  can ONLY believe in one so conformist product
Tolle, McGilch... all of them in fact dont believe in ANY
thing ... why the preach their own dangerous confining thing.

That seeks to so subtly 'change' us from what we can be
via merely life
even, once so atomised, me