'Home'

 ..now of course without real life 'nuance'  - which means ALL the time, not just for ones content, as is all Hatesville and the like can think of rather than actually living within "change" from the inside... 

meaning who are you no matter what, always...

Especially the Narniacs  - they're the ones who sotto vocce first words say "dont judge" and then make an immediate  personal comment  - within mere minutes, based on assumption and their inability to actually judge anything correctly..

(spoiler alert as Orwell trudged around Gay Paris then London was too wimp to find a way into the power-places,too... this matters as when one does find The Source even if couldn't be bothered to have searched,  you realise that the higher up their Red Indian totem pole workshop world they get the more instantly judgmental they get  ..my my......and they ARE power don't be fooled, even UKIP will have been on some of their man-management jamborees... not as undercover agent, for real change... where one discovers there simply is no hope whatsoever of,  or for Reform...  as the 'culture' is more than  deeper than their angst damaged skin, , it is..it IS all there is.... the lanyardism  - HIGH table version, the ones that don't need to wear one as all sublanyardites wouldnt dare ask THEM for their credentials before filling up their compulsory water bottle [many pics to come] .. they went to all the right retreats and workshops.... many of which originated in The Source... and THE biggest of all last laughs is on me if i ever get to it...anyway spoiler alert, you cannot, spoil their power play ... as they are all, everyone, its just a matter of how many yoga mats  they pack into their  ... Waitrose bags being far too common, of course there are the really chic ...  discreet understated performed for everyone to see...especially! the underlanyardies...)

Home,  the silly searchers and endless nonsense wonderlusters is best found,  as long as a fair bit of quiet and nature you can generally be in quietly and few humans.....In a death camp.

One can only be fully at rest when there is absolutely NO hope... none zero... 

And thus i have not been so perfectly centred and at peace, all the way even the last "naughty one percent" that had eluded..

And a splendid array of atches dotted around so stealthy even the South Western  standard GAWP (as if their parents never taught them manners - but this is all the invasive species who gawp as they remain lost even if in 'nature' decades you can't take the lost Londoner out of the gawper - at anyone not quite them...) 

And then there is the knowledge:: that 2nd best thisteraft not quite enough signal to get up a 2 gb speedily enough when as i KNEW one purest mutual-aid, timebank, offer never...happened...

Now anyone would think i am picking on some 'minority' however a fine national 'hero' (f) was destroyed by this majority in front of my very eyes... as if she didn't already have enough problems... in her silly phone...

(i am pure i rarely use mine for anything except this, i "learnings" myselfings years ago... )

 The majority everywhere the closer one gets to The Source even if  my my the Pastine version is badly spelled or  far far less authoritative in the worst cliched nonsense one has ever seen...

Just THE summer - an almost perfect one.. of no waste. Well....

So the cliche so dull i couldnt be bothered to go and copy paste one with the cute.. the whole lasterregion a cliche of Ruperts in  20mpg showoffmobiles to drive to Surfers Against Sewerage barbies....with Barbies on board

I had no idea..

what an artistically so ENERGISING several years

ohh we will come to the waste of plastic another day i had no idea how ugly plastic can be made to be

Endless... signalling,  of everything but reality to me superb art prospects if i had time..

But then we come to the Bee-signalling...

An extraordinary 'native' iconography to have in a  county so denuded of them..cos "them"  can't be bothered to even notice that the Nutzi Trust use Roundup Professional (literally on the verge, of being banned )  in their most "biodiverse little paradise Kenidjack Valley ...and Cot next door,  where the whicker basketites go pe4rform whickerbasketism in a way i though had been outlawed after it all went a bit pearshaped for the Brideshead revistation lot..

But yes i have never seen so many ... everywhere...  the majority... (this 'borrowed' from up the road fro the bench of "Your a separatist" for making casual Borow style chronicling enquiry about all the lovely lesbians around, being very very very obviously around...in lovely very expensive cottages where one very much displays one is there...  especially if in a pair.... free country, but not to enquire of any actual reality,  down there... )

So... all i care about is understanding the lasterregion (but one.. seeing the change over 20 years...exact dates within) what happened?

(and if we must and it seems we must as they still cant stop talking about injections at The Source ... )

so all summer and yesteraft the actually rather minority mum 

"!wow you think THAT...youre a minority...like me"

" my kids they often say are darkies.."

" i have never known so many people wearing so many clothes midsummer  in the warmest one ever i simply don't get it...unless it's all just an endless fashion show, the only reason they go to the seaside...  ... not about being wild and free in the sea any more... "

 

ahh to remind me of what i must find before this...

But all i RELLY care about is somehow being able to prove i never moan about ANYthing other than as a salutary literary lesson in not moaning despite the REAL hell-on-earth persisted...just persisting thats all there is..

videos to come soon

maybe tonight depends on the zen of signal and battery warmth

free substack audio 

bet she'll try and sue.. seditious defamation or the like..

yes please do... as every word verifiably true and all publicity is good for more free subscribers...

Why the lasterhome couldnt remain home, but i didn't UNDERSTAND the invaders until...well.. discovering their training grounds... and peace comes from merely knowing, why...

(and only Ms Cusk... oops Mrs but the only one who ever wrote an HONEST memoir of how she became a mad false allegator using children as weapon, just because they couldn't persist....and she couldn't deal with her real 'feelings' ..of vengeance no matter what.... seemed to be able to sense real changes in society, rather than made up confection,  even in her earlier books... that didn't try to even say why but at least tried to say something... i think it's time for some 'why'... i have been watching twenty years.... and more ) 

The 'invasive species; (Butter-fly BPDitis), a case study (and free Rachel Cusk style superb REALlife novel for someone). 750 wasted hours and with only a Narniac rating of a mere 3!

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/the-invasive-species-butter-fly-bpditis?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

TONS of freebies to chuck up here some already in youtube it takes SO much time to do the small fry for all you small fry