Not just the stares' the seemingly almost pandemical neediness everywhere

 Now, the purest real zen (someone else knows of but she must write her version, one thing i know is we only know our own version, even if pretty much all "humanity" has the same universal almost everything...if they did follow the saner real culture.

And it is so interesting how the younger ones in fact do recognise just that if one guides them...i 'DO' no matter what.

With an assistant i don't need, the greatest thing is that Chretien 'bearing witness'.

It being extraordinary just how many peeps do in fact say " my ohhh my  the dysregulated insanity everywhere " I mean the 'nice' ones who go to Middle Classville up from Hatesville.

did i do that?

My my my what a 'performance' happened here...

ditto i think i did this one - this is a more one dimensional Kurteenie art work - the kind for those who think they can think

Yet to quote the fine German are merely buying into the "clique" at about 3x what they're worth

i need to find out if it was a mirrage.

But this wasn't - as if everyone stayed away for.. the last 'lesson'.

Righty Ho THE Londoners and the harm they do everywhere....soon.

Now... my whole output may seem so absurdly incoherent. That being the worst of all (last 8ish years) mental illnesses - "ping pong ping"... the trainee she gets it! and as they will gradually take over one day that's good as it's rule one: maintain a theme until it is concluded. Thing is i can maintain about fifteen in one head, as they're ALL the same...

But for now, the final conclusion  a quarter of a decade later really is the "arrogance" but it is sort of mixed in with a desperate need to slightly shock - push the boundaries, wind up the 'frequencies',  wear the most revolting sunglasses ever extant, and ridiculous always new headwear in mid summer, as a sad  neediness that one has to have SO much time free to perform endlessly of course their heads are empty ....sad that when there are so many ethical, and yes, even if it isn't a word in Hatesvillian, 'moral',  battles to be a fine "warrior" duellin' and joustin' REAL baddies...

But no rather than join councils to stop baddies polluting ALL the water in The Marches and London-on-Sea or havin' a word at the pub with the 10 grand personalised number plate brigade ... ROB 007 and clan who buy in slaves to build shoddy jobs...

They deliberately aggress and finger uppity fake sassiness....  because with such empty heads (though i know they are full really of "why ohh why can't i sleep almost ever never ..".. easy - apply here for the Nutcracker workshop it works) 

It is all in fact an arrogance even all  HAtesvillians sadly...

it can be cured though.

But the definition of arrogance i guess is they know they cannot Bee...

so they just perform ... where i used to live they just call it being 'arsey'.

and then the upper echelons of the needy-arsey seek succor in so called 'spirituality' that may as well be Eastenders 

 

especially on their ultra weekend of ...i had NO idea how ALL the SW needily needs to have his t-shirt at their awful meggafest

(this gets filled in VERY soon the reverse odyssey has to rev up propper first and take imoan home...)

meanwhile even if it's all connected: " ehh up luv i think that's rather performance arty... these Sebastians use SO much metal and muvva earthen wear resources and hardly ever use them, unless the cameras are rollin'... "

("bitch, never even offered a sausage ... to the 'human's... did you see she did to the stupid London man on steroids' dogs..i wonder if she saw him kick it as he steroid-powered on his way..?" 

now...if anyone knew what is going on, aside..

They wouldn't believe it. Nor did I... even if it happened to be accordin' to my only one lifelong philosophy which never ever works..

what a jumble, not for sale, even if as performance art like you would never believe that really does deserve to morally monetised..one day

But not by me.

Me i just have to now join some dots slowly slowly catch a ..... (who really is she..?. ..it's almost not fair or moral, my inside ear... except i only have her real best interests at heart -those she articulated quite quite clearly that owlin' day...)

 

righty ho i havent even started on the arrogance and precious fragility of London...yet But i have done it...already, in my 'can'. That won't stop growing. I keep coming across too much gold dust, caked around the snortin nostrils of such truly ugly and terrible-postured people everywhere...

But at last have a rather special select little audience... in train' to Empressaria...

But we shmaniac bullshit bein' so last-year's-cowboyhat just need to stumble across a caca 'ceremony' to update the  most dilettante timesheet ever..