So back in "them" days when you knew your average popstar bloke was unpolluted by 'girly' hairspray in the head department... excepting their little faux pas having been innocently polluted and hence polluting on and on with Her modern Nazism material blesserrr poor Ayn..
If only she could know Cummings, Bannon, and Im quite sure at least half the newer 'intake' deep down have had Randiness leaching into their so calle dbrain, still....
When...
On the Path the day before, there can be no better two-onnit... middle of nowhere.... except failry natural beauty .... Indeed it din't even take a Nerudan hour of speaking, to begin a "conversation"
(the least interesting onion peel inner layer: "he gets to stick it in about once a year poor man")
" well liuv.... ehhh noone can hear you scream here kms away from anywhere and phone signal.... hmm where did i hide my axe..."
Only a European woman gets right down to it straight away....
Wsell, aftter some assistance.... setting actual conversational paradigms ... between two grown ups.
blahhh blahh blahhh
" yes but i think so much at the root of all this even your pill habit is one simple fact and if i could get it into an uncynical novel i would be smelling of more real man musk than the so called richest man... if ONLY women like you knew exactly your age....
"well the difference between you... 500 mil, over there, and the lost seventy five odd here..is a 'local' one would have fought and eyestabbed at every word ive preached the last hour..... especially when i say..... christ alive moan moan moan ' we aren't visible in the culture when weve got to be fourty fivish, their clever focus grouped party political pointin' the finger....at everyone else but themselves.... ....
" you knows i aint charmin you but your exact age..... luv its amazin he hasnt exploded into a puff of yet more chemical waste aroung his waist not gettin' it 'on' more than once a year..... only a woman over fifty is actually desirable to a real man ....
" i no cynic and a recent watch again at British nuanced culture at its best .. brought a tear to me the something to live up to..... and a rare grown up Mr Nighty .... but ok a hangover from one small quirk in history, the time when by some aberation the much younger woman was thought to be worth losing your job for...
" bullshit...
(" we can be the GREAT generation, whom...")
" even in your 40s, fussy and far too full of some non existent 'self' .... and don't blame the advertising industry entirely as Ayn Rand kinda started it... theres not it only me.... only a woman over fifty happy in her own skin is indeed desirable.... all the rest are just teenagers ...no teenager would know how one can have the most open conversation in history all bases covered, poor man.... and now say here on the filming bench above the swewerage outflow even here it will be full of Yankee Xanax and so called Tylenol never mind killer-manjaro soon ... and we both feel only the warmth, of you wishing this conversation to continue ...and continue.....all the way
(the only good thing about Chretianity is someone used their "performance" as backing vocalist - congregationally trained to be better than the lead, always...if encouraged, 'empowered' maybe even 'challenged' to be his equal....
and thus they make it..
which is a merely a note to self.....
Three weeks ago i met THE examplar of it all..... the Londoner "on the run" .... from them
taking 'sanctuary' in my House of Sockets... the jigsaw one.
Ohh my ohh my there's no hope..... when i saw the screenfullls and fulls of 'apps' ... and how he knew Chat GPT was telling him who is in charge..
at least it was cover from me to grab a bag full o' charge
But it is serious - i never knew quite how so until sat there tollerating him half an hour
" and they got ..our ...charlie, too..."
A very very very Londoner Londoner..
Afterwhich that afternoon meander i merely thought " hmm its almost as if I had met him from the song... ... some modern iteration of a man so so 'connected' into the whole horrid thing be it a Brand of Charlie, Tommy [ he claimed it was all because of him the 100 or ten hundred thou - who knows... gatheration] .... hes just smart alec so so internet savvy ...dancin.... for them... just as slave as some greyin' ole one nuthin else to do but dance.... "
But thenit left me...until a week latter .... almost as if a 'sublim' from the Great wonky one above
or just incredible coincidence, as one never ever hears that tune on the wireless
I am reminded...)
But back to .... an impossible encounter.
Except no coincidence or anything from above as the word saudade is for a reason. The actual effnic version (not on your internet merely full of the lowest common denominator flatthink) ' we can still get it back...'
" that 'breathe' tattoo on your wrist, well... sorry THAT's the 'problem' even if i know the local infection hasn't reached your fine lungs and you don't do cheap so called 'remedies' .... because we know one thing here, only one...no matter how shit you feel some or other maybe bug syndrome or whatever pulling you down.... just pull yourself up and ...walk on....you never feel worse after a walk ....
" I can smell from here that you don't care about your fabulous fit fifty three year old bag's body 'smelling' as i smell NO products...i would if you did.... i am not oversensetive but so long deliberately away from ANYone using them my ohh my i smell the average product of the products about 50m away if the winds coming my way, from their way...
"in fact i only smell warmth i can almost smell it betwseen us ...
" i mean with maybe one exception that if i were to nicely share with some local woman they look YOUNGER if nature is left to recoloriose them in sympathy wiith the concurrent recolorisation of their skin which is harmoniously in harmony with natural pigmentation loss they may not spit for that so called personal comment.... otherwise everything else especuially iof i said ' only 53 year and older babes are ACTUALLY sexy like you they would spit or find some reason for arguing ... rather than merely sit next to me now and exude warmth...
" right all the way til' 'them' wheels fall off and burn time.... for a good decade every single one of ONLY so called educatedish middle class English muvvas ive riffed with....for their sake, upon the environment and all that they've fucked.... every single one, every single one witha rather wonderful say ten year old..... claims for, in fact needs to define their fabulous engaged funny ten year old as first 'twas asbergy then ADHD or the even more exotic neurodivergence .... it is rather a thing..... and as a thinking thing i think about it...objectively - things like their so called disabled kids are far far better communicators and eye-to-eye-engagers than any of my cohort ever were thatage.... .
" ehh....luv, just like you... skin on skin though we dont 'know' each other....... ehhh you are the best easiest speaker ive maybe ever met..... ehhh no....you been sold a pup.... no you do not 'have' ADHD...now if i gave such an 'offensive' opinion to any local 'bird' they would choke up on the microplastic and eau de 'hygeine' products they dont actually care about bein' here... and just like my kid once luvinly did attempt to corrode my eyes out with a full on frontal projectile vomitation that of course is love....
" ... i shall forgive your Duran habit.... even if maybe they kindof started it the celebration of materialist jet settery for the masses....
"it's all very very very simple... I can't stand any name or star or personality, not only did i know when the first mass market horror film came along, nope... thats for children like my sibling and sad bestie to eulogise about, and thus walked away after it was on ten minutes and never needed to see one since to know there endeth the lesson... that terrible cynical media simply ruined everyone long before any twat tweeting ... even in Holand though you were some years behind us here...
.
" but a few weeks ago i watched a movie i had heard about a few months ago - merely curious infact about a sort of Raynor Winn kind of lying load of nonsense when years earlier i had read some poetry from someone i once decades ago sort of slightly knew and liked, who had givern up that past 'life' and i really did think ' golly what a great woman to have moved on from that rather sick world she was top tier in for a decade or so.... ' but disappointed to hear that it was the usual not quite true to her words.... was curious to see the comeback.... even if rather bigged up when it was fairly lousy...
" and nothing really gets to my heart i lie but you gotta seem of the moment all cynical and cool...
" anyway me i love being this age not to be down on our younger selves but things like even if at the time it made you projectile vomit never mind being THE moment that boys hairdos and rediculous nacy boy wardrobes seemed to rather become de rigeur - the moment the hairspray was accepted into the great big me,ting pot as almost compulsory... and made me ill then....
" one reasises over time that actually great art is so much deeper and maybe there maybe saying something deeper ...it doesnt tell you what to think, and in time even if i never ever ever watched videos, i was the one who knew MTV was not a good development tumnes are far better merely imagined..
"that one video - so multi layered ... so actual-art.... perhaps 'commenting' on America and the whole mad dance far better than any Adam Curtis whole cannon of slightly warped work...
" but anyway maybe an act i dont know i know nowt except a combination of so many foreign bodies, unlike your totally au naturelle sexiest one .... [ "here smell me if you want ..." said only witha smile, after at least 15km puffin' 'n pantin' ]
" as described i am THE number one most tortured damaged person in the world ok first equal with the average Palestinian over some decades ...no hope.... no way of ever getting back any homeland invaded by Stockholm.... but unlike y'ALL i sleep perfectly always and every day at 530 wake up fairly smiley.... but i dont believe in anyone.... everyone else stuck moanin' and feelin' sorry for themselves or on some pill.... CHUCK them away!...you don't need them i can tell, and feel....
"anyway month ago a bit people-hadenough i dialed up this movie....
" now, no 'Mary Moviestar' ever impresses me....
"especially if they are the one whom having been given GREAT haircolouring and how to look five years younger tips a year back https://www.ralphschism.com/p/mm.html which i know she read as i saw the look on her face when like the ultimate cliche she cycled past a few months ago on her sit-up-and-begger pretending she is still 20
" doesnt even have the manners to say 'thanks for the compliment' which was obvious when we met, and her whole body language thanked me for the compliment then.... in front of her whole crew... who knew there were only two people in that 'moment' in existence as we eye to eye jousted for her honour atop the wildest cliff of the whole pestilent polluted county...... me having no idea who she was other than ' wow the sexiest silver i have ever seen..' who i didnt recognise when a few weeks later lamenting paradise lost i am stalkin the online promo photos ' ohh woe is me i cant see her she mustv been a Selkie they all believe in and write awful songs about ... the one in this is at least ten years older and podgier in the face.... surely it is her but it can't be the one i had the ultimate dance with that day ...well looked younger and thinner..ohh well....
"anyway looks is one thing apart from of course Bette... i say i educated myself via Saint Joan de Baez... but truth, Bettetoo.. and a bit of Barbara .. The Way we Were sorry is still a fabulous uncynical thing and her directorship of others just as good longago said womewn are perfectly equal thank you very much....
"anyway Bach's wonderful Mary Moviestar ..... its so sad to see how people slag off that book as 'narcissitic' ... this fucking smart alec stupid Yank thinks he knows ANYthing...
" i always hated ALL machionery... pilotage was for me merely a way of exploring for free .... and being paid to hang around and educate myself my way and his supewrb book remains my number one guide to life when 1 + 1 =3... 'soulmate' maybe a disaterword as bad as manifest or shamania but when Richard and Leslie combined forces to save their local nature ... that is all i ever needed to know and trusted his every word - anyway it will have been theirs as i am sure he rit much of it with her spellchecking and being bosstoo...
"Unlike the performative bard, i only respond to stars who walk the walk... stand up for SOMEthing.... and MRichard's MAry well she was it...
" but bugger me i watched this film..... nothing ever gets to me much and anyway theres no hope all 'them' xenos are seeping all over the place and the problem in fact is films like Dark Water deal with showbix end.. the horror movie version.... the extreme cases, when in fact the less 'toxic' atoms mollecules building up relentlessly and nobody will talk about Fergal's teenage buddies didnt need all 'them' fancy light coloured clothes that take more detergent to get the deodorant stains outof... or a pot of Rive GAuche by Tennax or wasit the other way around, just to go on Top of The Pops and embarass my whole generation... never mind traumatise me....
"like they do here at every beach just to be seen even 'them' deplorables (HILARY'S word - one simple word said in bitterness, got him in never forget!) gotta raid Superdrug just to look selfie-good on 'them' beaches... Fergal Sharkspoup can only blame water companies and business for the fact that i am quite sure the shark soup is indeed laced with some exotic xeno or other and forever will unless WE stop putting YOUR medicated piss in the sea...
" anyway this one bird.... i belive a teenager at the time.... or not much older
" not the slightest ever thought she was even in the smallest bit desirable even if well paid just to be that... i still have a few photos i would never look at mainly for that reason...
" fuck me..... i think the only facts based solution to everything in their shitty xeno solution i would love to know...is: was it out of a bottle?...
"because talk about ...well i dont like any culture that objectifies your sex.... so i doubt i even saw Cinderella.... ehhh... frog turns into Prince... are there any other movie parallels...?
" but when they danced ... all these years on still only great art actually does get to the heart....
" except this time..... for even deeper real human reasons.... not that anyone else would have even noticed i guess... if i were a woman and had got through my extremely well setup fuckability radar ... ohh yes back to what matters i think you should believe that the current orgasm 'ajacent' pain is a PHASE!!! ... dont let him go too long between fux such a fine real woman as you life is short even if you are five years younger than her...
" if i were so desirable that i could break through some random bloke's never ever get a hardon setting via any screen.... just cos i got a lot older.... well i would want the world to know about it.....somehow...
"you already know as European women dont really have this Anglo-Yank problem that if we could solve my ohh my i do KNOW it would be a more important peace treaty than anything over a load of already dead peeps.... "
BUt then... thisterdawn...
(imagine as so often the most sublime settings right out of a depopulated Woodlanders... warm gale blowing...)
I have a sneaky way of digitally communicating far far more "human"ly than your horrid typed inhuman stuff... little bonus it has a 'read receipt'. One should never think too much about it could be some numbty partner looking in to your private corresp (i have a WHOLE book about that in my sequence)
But every day a new day especially if still in ok quiet ...
I had never looked through it all the way...
In fact when it seems its now compulsory to have so many towells and dryrobes even for nippers so nobody 'sees' them even taking off their swimming cosies...
(which i find quite astounding and certainly the truckloads of Xanax will flow from that one neurosis alone)
How absolutely perfect... a world before it all went very wonky and nobody would have even noticed...
Anyway good for me...
Now....at last i was proven right
Little Miss sad (even Suzi is horrified and she normally sticks up for the girlies, but agrees its a GOOD thing all this false idolatry of the self must stop )
rather BPD ex Mother-Theresa...
The Path... was alaways for stripping off imediately and pulling out the innermost onionskin layer - baring all to a random 'stranger' ... childhood sex line-crossing and all...
All the way.... and knowing that there is only honour and what is said on any path stays on The Path...
But getting down to the very deepest shame layer...
Is always good.
Right i am inspired to chuck away my very last bit of Hollywood version....
All the way....soon.
And am so warts-and-all, above caring about appearance that i hadnt noticed awful but better-the-devil-you-know blogger.com as everything else intermittant fault no longer shows duff spelling - typos or often just can'tspellitis...
Even if mittigation no spare battery to even linger and look at what rit
(noticing a terrible typo in a title a few days ago i shant bother to go back to as time is the enemy.... when nobody actually cares so they modify their own hairdo regimes as wonderful symbolic example and.... well even Imoan - yes she exuists one whole year, kindof sadly imploded..... but role model setting best example is FOR her age cohort so.... gone but not forgotten in fact its 'for' her...)
And there's something i have forgotten, infact the very best thing she said...
It will come back.
Especially when it is thus far the very best 'content' of all for the how-to-smile for real and use far less ..need far less...
righty ho a few things from the last few weeks made still to put up. One why America has already invaded.. and secondly why the BBC really should be cancelled. As they rwrite the ONLY bit of history that matters... 1980s film - from niche arthouse to even most mainstream, and wider culture, was pretty much against blatant greedy materialism or the 'yuppie'...
And theyre trying to almost pretend the opposite.
