so all i know is i had no idea how perfect it could be to be nowhere as certainly for 100% certain one wishes to be in none of their Sourcetowns...
(even if i would like to help her get un"divided"... attention)
So what you do is, as The Toppermost Ends of The Earth
is in fact not a Sourcetown - its merely a watering stop for the endless lost shopaholics
And my my just spending half an hour in the twilight hurts
Dumpsville really quite windy and rude-bus strewn lanes to get there from anywhere
You see them parading at 5pmish nowhere to go but streetwalk in things designed for S Ken High st..
Truly is a 'grotesque'.
And Divinest Comedy..
BUt there you go, got the facelift, got the designer 'throw'
got the designer doggie...
generally you end up nobody to walk the catwalk with
But the Lower Sourcetown the real one...
Now, i report only fact. And most folk dont like that in theme parks.
And they especially dont like to hear "my my you settled in the most boring place i have ever had the Miss Fortune to inhabit on the planet. And ive inhabited a whole range of places many REAL rural too.. ...and even spent enough time in your Doppelganger S Ken.."
So generally one just smiles like a spastic reading De Botton and scratching your head wondering if he 'lives' all his very subtly bossy 'lived' philosophy ?
And even more smiley sharing the latest bad book with some potential girlfriend who laps it up as thats ALL they do.. this is their thing: anything but here. I had no idea really how the Towny simply only exists on this 'thing' thing especially when they colonise places with nothing..
All is only their 'thing' be it silly Buddhist hats or silly sheepskin half jackets ..or ...all of it is 100% cliche the word i rarely write as its not worth the effort copying and pasting in an acute e from some webpage as this cute old thing wont speak other lingos...
and i care about literacy as its all i have..
apart from a fab arse from so much walking as has been confirmed in writing many a time the last year and even is in the annals of film for posteriority...
but back and forth copying and pasting in an acute 'e' is too much
And anyway the definition of philosophy
pootime thistermorn came to me
as a younger middle age man i would think
copyright me
life..its about realising many of the official cliches actually are largely true
But then especially when you are the luckiest person alive to have survived the true fires of Herculese or whatever (all is in the last little substack on Ralph the next 10 years, the full, unbowdlerised version..oops one even more final best fun ever stab in the back to come soon....)
and also survived not that lonely very often an even duller ditchwater decade especially dull around her
shitfilled ditch
i mean i had to laugh ..
almost the same colour
But a GREAT writer and even greater film director and proof we're all racist Jew haters as Yentil way better than Brucie's rather dour Killin' ...
even if equally as gorgeous noses.... even if variants
of ANYthing but stuck up lill' English ones
And even more genius for laughin' at her own Miss Interpretation of the law and..the line
The "Streisand legal fight" refers to Barbra Streisand's 2003 lawsuit against a photographer, Kenneth Adelman, for including an aerial photograph of her Malibu home on his website. The lawsuit is famous because her attempt to suppress the photo backfired, leading to the "Streisand effect," where attempts to hide information inadvertently draw more attention to it. The lawsuit was dismissed, Streisand had to pay legal fees, and the photo received hundreds of thousands of views that would have otherwise been missed.
misses as AI is so thick its daft the best second act... she realised she had been such a moody twat....was indeed wrong...]
so opened up all her Fakebook photos of err backgarden for ALL to see....nicer pix... taken with her own hand
beware i know my Streisand effect too.... and exactly where the 'line' is
Anyway ... a silly lost one doesnt know THE job means even if caught being silly... not here of course
And a workman blocks out maybe even a week for a job even at 'mates rates' - having figured some amortisation of mutual benefit as i dont fuck the benefit system OR rip off tourists..
But then...nope... i wished indeed to stay one hundred percent pure
so the last gibbin (as when 'booked' one doesnt look for other work of course ... none of em seem to ever know... the definition of their 'narcissism' every other word they accuse...)
Indeed i am more than happy for as what a wonderful week just figuring the truth of the territory ramblin meanderin and lopein...
And meetin one i like.. even if ...ed
They never come back.
That is called 'justice' but does need to be rit more Saint Exuppryish one day...soon
And as i can turn on VERY shortlived battery little lappiedog and no plan to write anything and just head down and splurge on autopilot cold fingers and remember loops unfinished, missed bits and everything and even the faeries 'elp 'casionally...
i shall get there one day
But you silly Wattses or even Exuperries... (overrated - his flying the Andes book as i have been in that same lonely position knowing that funny noise coming from the engine means you will die alone nobody cares or will even find your body... is in fact rather confected indeed it is the slow burn of lonely death thats far more subtly poetical )
But all that matters is " wanna know how awful this region is but i am so happy as i stumbled across the real source.... "
And in fact make IT - nowhere else, the centre of stealthy vanlife.. the Worst of ALL Places
The Uttermost Hell hole...
" so there i was... looking for the laundrette i had been told of - just like the silly man 3 years ago came along in his van ohh my the yoof ' hey know any good little villages in Pastyland to just park around nice scenery quiet roads and just a few chilled peeps..?'
And THE information as rural person or reluctant vehicle owner is all that matters... they no longer know even the vanblokes
" ehh there's this real cool little place dead quiet and just a few chilled peeps nearby... Gweek"
Jesus would have wept
Six moonths on following his tri[padvisor..
how...ever
I had no idea where to find ..it
The orrid thing that sadly defines
as if cliche
oh yes cliches more important though i have forgotten my first version twill come back..
adult middle age: no you then see through the cliches as being UNtrue... but only a few trips to hell-n-back tunes up your xray vision...
just simple
fact
And only one did indeed add that lovely extra phase to my life...so
My "gratitude" is indeed only "abundant"
And real
(unlike their wording by default, of something they have never learned to..LIVE as you dont ever 'learn' anything... you merely get stabbed in the heart.... thats life. And if the little drops of blood as you retreat seem to patternate any next step its mad of course until you know in fact it was the uncliched best of all possible many worlds...)
So... live, mainly now, in the very very worst REAL Source..
ohh yes i do tell tales sometimes:
I was wandering around that one and saw a sign.. above a PUBLIC space .. about shoes and workshops...
In a public place
And i wandered in bit of a loose end and was sim-pl so immediately complimentary
" god forty years i have had it on my todo list find a place that handmakes sandals being even then they were so badly made a REAL walker walking in only hers all Pathy summer will find they dont last... ...and me i find at LAST you...when its too late no point me too old all the babes run a mile .... or apparently to the other side of the planet... here you are.... wow.."
and a few minutes later in a PUBLIC place having nice chats with WORKSHOP attendees one even from my last safe stomping ground Knighton - a human connection of sorts..
As she heard...
" i am so in admiration of you... do you mind if i stand here quietly for five minutes and just quietly watch you....all...in the promulgated public space you wish us to watch you in... or buy things "
You really do know when you've found the real source ... of the rudest people ever to have been extant
" i would rather it's only two.."
with such a pixie smile and pixie costume and the pixie look they all harvest ..in public....
This REAL Source, the worst of them all..(Uppermost being mere fake even as a rural getaway and silly ) ..will be main winter basecamp
Because NO HOPE whatsoever of ever meeting anyone just ok and a bit philosop0hical not only is the answer to loneliness...
But you also see something more interesting:
Just how FAUX-lonely at the Uppermosts faux place pretend...
All the 'friend friend gossip gossip' just masks the total loneliness seen and lived there...
I have never seen such a sadly lonely place
BUt the other remedy to the true deep loneliness that has you at times walking along the cliff edges for months thinking: it's rational...to...
is to know that the hurt of real lonely lonely the deep deep void that you know can only be filled up by jumping into one is in fact authentic real...
Is SOMEthing..a real 'emotion' or state of being..
when those who flock to The Source or their slightly poorer cousin down Pastyshire... despite their 3000 FAkebook friends or fancy Queen of the workshops... are just as lonely
BUT
All their busy beeing all the Farmers marketing or Fleemark fleecing ... and PR... distracts from the REAL feeling of it... that deep ache that you feel you will die of....
And as the saying goes; if you have nothing to die for [or of] then you are a real; zombie just like them.... and we all know zombieism cannot be .. cured
even by homeopathy
The fully lonely so that their guts ache are FAR better off than this lot.. they are alive even if every second hurts at least its a real human emotion or state......someone needs to tell them!
but i cannot SEO or waste time on which silly hashtag all she seemed to do all day... hashtags are sadly ( a beyond-cliche fact) only for those who dont actually believe in their own words, alone..are worth reading