Now....there is a sequence.

two years ago meeting the ONLY 'artist' i have ever had the pleasure to meet - being true artists make it ONLY about the  

ugghhhh... if you think, like the so called builders, the so called IT engineers an EVER make anything that works, you are nuts...being blogger dotcom owned by Oggle has been fairly stable for 15 years...

meaning it aint broke don't fix it or ever UPDATE it...

but nohhh.... being it's random, if it does a standard function or not such as search my own pages in this user interferkin face as two faced as the gibbers of PAstyshire....

there is a 'page' here called "the artist" which in fact is the second coming  into his fine ACTUAL 'art' 'space' where we 'held' it any an hour talking about real art..

THE ARTIST

https://www.ralphschism.com/2024/09/the-artist.html

but search these pages here internally you may as well have told the so called superinteligence to be, to know one REAl thing, about me..

or you especially if it has done its 'learnings' on your FAkebook 

Anyway the magnificent Peterjachapman. com  the only REAL artist of these pestilent places

 upon meeting... "now...i see your Dali on drugs stuff, Picasso on viagra....  you have a short poem or paragraph to EXPLAIN them... in Montypythonese or even Sybilese... 

i was always wondering for a decade plus as i have a decade plus of truly poignant REAL rural pictures....  pictures of what is NOT there such as they did NOT 'treegrab' the fallen tree that winter... and i knew that was the winter that everyone died, spiritually, metaphorically... then hyge piles of wood farmers would deliberately burn the moment JC The Second Helping was not elected, but with the largest ever Labour vote or doubled the membership......cos rural fascists arent STUPID they knew he was a danger and immediately even then went oto 'who the fuck do you think you are telling me i mustnt deliberately waste tons of wood up here in the hills'' here look i shall DOUBLE the amount i burn and waste just to piss you off.... and dont think we wont shoot him if he gets in withy his bicycle and allotment...'

 I have thousands of better-than-Don actually meaningful snaps...

But you will need a para or two...

And until i met PC the first coming of a half decent artist ever to PAstyshire...

I felt it would be effete and controlly to tell the browser what the fuck its about

I mean take this one of late - all imagery datestamped the last month are mere footnote or something ELSE ...

To remind me of all the so called "community" veg growing operations  almost always for some guru-bloke's PROPHET as theyre not stupid they divide 'profitable' sections off from 'charitable' trust veg patches...

but manage to get the same 'wwooff'ing slaves in to do both sides...or worse.... get slaves from the justice system to do their 'community payback' on their for-profit 

bits..

which is just business.

BUT the way over 15 years one... well I noticed...saw them objectifying sweaty busty young women in their PR   in their PR ..posterage " bring me out vulnerable hurt and generally ill....  so as to come and volunteer 30 hrs a week on our lovely land... and we wont mention the prophet......  and if you are a bloke  [ we wont mention generally twice as much brutal bang per unlawfully unpaid buck] there's LOADS of sweaty natural lookin' totty ....so much your cup will overfloweth with 'abundance'....all for free..."

UNless the male landowmer  has 'bagged' them first... then it gets right

sparky

SO yes the interweb of lying deceit certainly 'vulnerable' to every dodgy prophet from Berks..or   .

but that's soenoe else attempt to deceive (you)

ohh yes back to the only genius, soon...

But i a more of a genius at something else....for my 'art'

Soon

and soon it is all in place... three years of plannin'

(I didnt even need to look to see if the McCurach's had plannin'...

to build a new house in their inherited woods

despite bein' Extinction Rebellion number one performative regional do-good....errrrsss...

...it is not a good idea to have pulled the wool over my eyes...

As i see through all, and dont need a second

sight seen and snapped.

A true chronicle of rather a lot more than me....

Begins

soon

(it being so so much more battery usage o look up photos and  never even photoshop

or crop

... no time for that...

which makes it even more time consuming 

as i never MET anyone worth namin'

so as to get all shamin'

BUt there have to be a few real people identifiable i guess

though NEVER any place 

as all of it could be any pile

of London-on-Stepford in this sceptic aisle

rule: only if they take public cash,

but then thousands of public thumbs up and  fake smileys in 'networked' dopamine rich mined desperate need for attention,

can be monetised, too

Soon