So ... the fine writerchap i always forget about
As they do especially, is Mister Lee
whom they only ever refer to in some falsie fantasy
version, perversion.
Which a fine woman gave me if memory serves for my twenty first
Jaqueline the first.
A not just "poignant" infact biblical appreciation of his loyal rural family.
Now literature is all very well
but the reason your environment has gone to hell
Is very simple
In the 'environment' which must be defined as perhaps less than 20 or thirty peeps per sq km
Being herons have very sharp eyesight and can see every stalker within about one
Never mind otters, one peep of two legs and they're gone
(sorry Southwest 100.. nope, just a suburb, and all tourist blurb)
oops back to the point yes as i need to weave for..?
well i've lived.
Actually true.
As i saw in the brightest eyes of two:
" yes..i know its all buggered and
i have no magic wand.."....
Anyway for the Jernny-comes....
ohh yes scientific proof mine readers are the English variant
(all Europe despaired of decades back,
ehh lets not stick anything rhyming with ...)
Take their bearded madman Russel De Drugs
His latest one Jesus ....
oops thats a point, Tommy, too....
It is beyond the witof ANY English to ever even ponder no more
the time immemorial words even the rather moody King Croesus would have
understood:
"if you love someone, challenge them to be at least a little bit better, or itzy witzy bit good"
nope not possible in this Wasteland of nothing
No simplest actual understanding of forever human ....
doing the right thing.
Anyway ... i shall loop back hang on to your sleighs
As i walked out one midwinter morning
should be the real title.
Ten years ago.
Most important thing about roadtrips is you must never set off on one!
They may just reveal themselves if you hang on tight.
Anyway (reference from a week ago soon) as a recent extremely rare eco talker talking sense said also
" me and the missus we worked together to prevent eco Wasteland.."
Now the Jennies will have to go back three years here which will take forever
or pay me to edit and make indexes, sooner rather than later which i long plan to do
There is a picture of Rachel and Chris
Farmers up in THE environment.
A few km down from the Hay Bluff region of The Black Mountains
(i happened to live upon at 1400' for six years (even if it was such paradise it still seems like a whole lifetime) , alone*, from 2004, with no heating, except a daughter to keep me warm from our constant activity actually in THE environment)
* equals it was even then quite astonishing how all the Southern invaders didnt even want to rent a spare room IN the glorious environment half an hour up a windy road from their vile little town which by about 2007ish became " there are more VERY expensive womens clothes shops here in dumpsville in middle of noweheresville than actual bookshops"
Anyway R+C many years there, a hundred or so acres or real farm, saw all herons starved to death etc... and when i got to know them from 2010ish would immediately bright eyed go on about trying to stand up to monoculture farms nearby of woodlands with only one intent: to get sold to the citybased financiers, whom would also be on the nearby so called 'farms' up for the weekend terrorising birds for sport... thousands of them. An even worse monoculture.
Fifteen years roaming that whole region and chatting with the 10/sq km at most farmer peeps and occasional invader they are the ONLY people ever i met who immediately put their cards on the table: " the cunts who have bought up surrounding land are polluting it with pheasants and monos.... we are fighting them using the current eco lore.... all we need just get current lores enforced.... "
why? because as Bach wrote in B A F ... a couple is the only unit of polity in actual rural places... and places like Hay can be all very same sexy
but the Johnnies come lately tend to stay in the town where they can pose outside their antique shops
So Richard and his Mary Movie Star would have discovered that if standing up to local ecocider, they will be down the local pub asking around " so who is this bloke writing letters of complaint...?"
The answer is not " ohhh... he is part of fake Greenpeace or Extinction Hairdye Showcase Organised Rebelling against nothing .... "
The answer in THE environment would be " ohh he and his wife ...we see them at the wholefood shop.... are bloody townies think they can come and tell us what to do.... like protect THEIR bloody faery woodlands and birds..."
And anyone who knows THE environment knows there will never be a local Greenpeace office (as [my chronicles show in time] even at Hay on the Wasteland River Wye festival of Angelas all they can do is come and parasitise the locals for money to pay for her hairdye and fancy posters on the back of some other environment in some glamorous other place she wants to be champion of rather than the river actually fucked just over the road....as it looks good on her FAkebook.... )
so in THE environment there are hardly ANY actual companeros (with the squiggle - it merely means walking companions who are honest of either sex) as there arent many people living ONLY there, so you can only speak out if you are at least seen to have one fabulous Rachel hugging Chrises back as back protection-armour as i would see on the back of their quad.... so often....smiling
It takes two to just create the Tangotime poster campaign... never mind polity all the dull politying..
So, you 'walk out' to go find a ...
and on said walking out ...
One first discoveres even in that
(ahh yes the same old Miss Interpretation of the jolly good egg blokes often clad in hunting wear.... who care
Over 20 years every single bloke i have known some very well, who state " yes my fishing grounds.. [ even shooting grounds though one tries to avoid them, adults grew out of terrorising birds for sport with my farmer gun, age about 16 ] .. its all damaged ..polluted...you do know Simes what the only solution is.... there are too many people..."
In other words they want the population culled. Wonder what tjheior attitude would be when it was their daughter and son's time...?
Now no woman has ever ever even hinted at that solution so keeping it simple one has to attempt to challenge the non genocidal sex to be a slightly better version of themselves.... as i have been at for two decades, one most intensely...
although of course even 'challenging' is far far too difficult a concept .. (tough 'love', also, why their kids are ... well the data isnt good! )
Anyway proof of my istiness
piggery (more to come)
Before the fakes invaded from 20 odd years ago....
Even thirty back
The number one remedial instruction was so many years on earworm
basically: whats the point of moving away to Colour Supplement land
if you still! "too much hurrying here and there"
As the greatest of them all sang
Andf i forget being a whitey prejudiced mere ...whatever
But i don't forget every single instance of over ten years
duel purp
chattin up shyly the occasional meanderer down the lesser spotted
streets and alleys of Kingtomn Presteigne Clun anywhere but their place of fancy clothes shops
whom one got to know a BIT
over some walkings out
And they SAY they care about their Lugg or Arrow or Teme...
But the second sentence of almost every single idle chit chat out doing a little basics shopping, would even ten years ago, in THE environment, be
" ohh my i am in SUCH a hurry i havent really got time to chat.."
Now rather than being impolite and saying why dont you fuck off back to Harvey Knicks as you clearly dont know why you downsized and bought up all the peasants housing here.... there being only one point, to not be you...
I developed a line as politely as possible even ten years ago " well i became the worldwide single issue campaign group against every woman who we need to be our equal politying in the rural places as if one went to a POLUTING FARM as just a bloke it'll get all arsey but if woman and man go there in unison its more civil.... in her second sentence saying they have no time.. even for a wistful chat on dumpsville Presteigne high st..... ohh and while we are at it you think you came to live in some fantasy freedomia that shop there was the newsagents and you can read online how the local coppers really DID bully the woman shop owner in a mad Orwellian manner for selling the Charlie Hebdo magazine .. they terrorised her to hand over the NAMES of the citizens of here who bought the publicly available magazine.... i know as i knew her....but fat cunt pretend journalist Marchant lives just down there never said a word about fascism on his own doorstep...as that may affect his property price.... errata value..all they care about. ."
Anyway ten years on nearly..... now i really know even if i knew before...but crystal clarity is a perfect golden rain...
All my readers must indeed be of the female variant and have the English disease...
just like every other one met in persona (but which!?!)
i mean one day i happen to notice stats say 200 readers..
the next 2000
.... proof: the phonotype - thats all you are a lump of lard, plus what you think is 'real' via your worst culture ever extant
just one day hot... next one....cold
Can't even keep your own temp 'regulated'
why all your stupid kids been brainwashed they're 'dysregulated'
the most absurd new word ever they brandish as if prize
(but i saw the fire in those two sets of eyes)
