THE end ... of ?

Right i must start tomorrow.

All i know is that took a lifetime to get to know.

 Being on the 'same page' about enough things is all there is.

Not 'hate' of anything, merely exasperation, and as a nature lover one knowd that not only are dogs not 'nature' but the nature of the "human" owners

Is proxy - a way of talking about as word-picture, the fidgetting controlly neurosis i had no idea was this bad.

As did the co....co what?

chronicling  compañera

someone needed to see, what matters, and perhaps 'get' how all this is proxy behaviour for no "caring" about ANYthing

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And the poor former sovs haven't read their history books and still think that you can speak with long dead granny for free.

As so often the case a Mister Swedenborg-Eisenstein goes and charms folk with his lucky charms and then those Foxey sisters pile in on his literal coat tails.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spiritualism_(movement)

Anyway all that matters, is matter here and now on this planet the Eisensteins entirely fail to protect as they use so many complicated words and smug smiley self reverential phrases when its just about setting example and reusing a plastic bag a few times 

But no they go and get all "detox" "purity" obsessed which is exactly the same as dressing your dog up in a Dryrobe

so, all that matters ... is some poetry and Rita is one - muse... 

 (but the 'meaning'  - how on earth does one bring out what actual 'sedition' means?  well it does mean a challenge - Rita should not exist; is against all the current fads and absurd obsessions and neuroses.  But, in a 'good' way, does. As you could to. And that's of course very very very damaging to your little dog bowl of a waterbottle obsessed small minded dog kennel of a life... and no one else has ever agreed "fuck i never want to see another dog in my life")

But my equipment is so creaking and intermittent fault

"an intermittent fault [in our so called 'stars']..."

I think it must have been twenty years ago i wrote in my notepad how the intermittent fault dominates everything, always,  and having somebody in tune with those endless necessary fixings is all you need 

'Tourism' is one thing; and another entirely different reason to travel - not very far, indeed still on "this side of the world" is twenty years ago i was meandering along a Moroccan backroad in an old beaten up taxi and when the fan belt broke the smiley driver - a real one,  described how he wasn't perturbed  as he had realised its all just about continual fixing and a fix may last a while or a longtime... 

And in fact each break may be for some better purpose.

Tomorrow!

No sparks and no wish to be indoors on the last sunny day.

But tomorrow i know where it starts. Just one story that needs to be somehow turned into something good. As more good than not so good is all that matters. Especially if it is only "for the common good"  - and i know nobody else 'gets' it...