here.
If only she knew the simply simplest level of not any old commoner zen, but these territories, them....
Master of every Bend in The River and road and the best of all is a combo, twofer... the dark predawn one where you have just a slither on the horizon os somelight pollution - probably The Eden one, even up here, the way he leaves his lights on all night.. probably in some homoerotic wink at one of their god, Elon's eyes in the sky...
A great parking place aside a very large lovely puddle within which to rinse just one plate, one fork knife and spoon and cup...
even scrub and rinse the footwell mat just in case....
Every smallest motion for reason and economy of scaled back to perfect time motion and every penneth worth of diesel curated into zenniths of usage only when absolutely necessary and treble purpose.
Perhaps the great discovery the only one Missus Aunty Fado, and true musac don't need any silly showoff tango steps or even pirouettes...
just err wearing err (in Portugal its literally every other word if your ear is attuned)coração
on her sleeve before him in the background turns her into his sleeve factory of the rest is rubbish after them dodgy men ....got
her
(though as i rit the other day hearing of the hunger strikers in fact dying as we speak and even the awful Rory manages to pretend he thinks its rather awry
that no media carries their Cry...
Freedom is knowing full well that...
Well it's like this, ten years meandering (25% the time sometimes 50 and usually not very far)
... i discovered there are four words in these muddy shoppin' aislate everythin and puked it up....
(i mean did you know not pretend mindfulness and empathy, but the real thing everyday
the number one cause of death for the under 35s in YUK is
by their own hand...
yeah lovely happy society Mister Pinkie...)
amazing her lads arent on them stats unless they are so Rupertine blind they can't judge:
"hmm my mummy and her posh Pasty cooking gigs...
ten grand a pop.... yet she's still on all the full benefits,
running costs .... even full housin'
hmmm.... maybe she's not quite as gritty integrity-authenticity
as she pretends to be"
But the true insdanity is when one mucks in a bit with just such a perfectly oldjumper natural fabrics fairly good looking old bag
Every single word is " ohh yes nature, greenness, the 'MATRIX'
[or whatever silly truly awful word for turbo capitalism 30 years ago we parroted,
or truly awful film they may latterday parrot - 'the beast', a commoner]
There you are a few months in about the best actual nature in the fetid Peninsula of Walkers lies.. and lying walkers.
But there was one who you assumed may just have a tad of ability to use their favourite word: "Connect"
" you say youre poor and want to live in richer simplicity
well have you even thought of... when i follow you down
my ohh my the way you jam your foot down on that right hand peddle comin out of every smallest bend or dip...
hasnt anyone ever told you in your 67 years
how to use less gas so youve more laughin'
space and time, god you bring me to tears.."
Of course a man suggesting to an actual Cheltenham Lady who knows every slightest combination of Cuisine flavour,
should have been braver
" are you really still that stupid
well i hope you didnt teach the boys that habit
and im being constructively vituperitiveid!"
Anyway four words.
You cannot buy definition ever hear. Here.
In fact to geolocate
Anywhere S of Mancs and E of
well it used to be about HAy
Even ffour narf year'n ago a
brief meander back out to Monbiots Machynlleth
Thirty years in fact thirty five,
my 'ancestral' second home, nobody nowhere, and a great cheap real earthy bird cafe
not ever up itself community based on reality
(you wont read in his rag, of his actual from about 15 odd year'nago
whist his kind brag and monetise of second home tyranny,
second home there
as he calls his fullwhack investment home, tennants " my sweet loving community")
Anyway ... ehh four words.
(even from Swampy as it happens as i knew his neighbours up in the Valley
of Teepees and bourgeois hobbit homes
one his retirement sofa and big fat tv...)
The four words that define every Southern woman especially when every word out of their mouth is holistic natural supplements detox simplicity wicker basket "my lovely community" and 'connect'
ohh yes i forgot the TRUE discovery that 99% and i do not exagerate or at least 97% define themselves and identify themselves by something WRONG with them... its compulsory its their currency...
Funny old world that would make me laugh except you're not of course allowed to whisper even a gently sardonic sigh
thats a point some NAnci she died young too as she wasnt who she pretended to be ....a VERY angsty woman inside behind the painted on smile thats YAnkland for you, always....
i should sue her estate the YAnkee occupation for all them tickets me her one and only Londonistan
superfan
anyway yes them four words....
and MAch... before it was stolen too
... every single patinated old banger drivin, flowerchild, connected even older ones way way past their Waitrose sell by date
Performing some latterday earth motherine
or (even if she was fake), Blue, Joni
behind the mask nowt other than wolverine
as.... though t'must never even be muttered in unconscious pillow talk
..[[[[[[[[[[.. [don't tell anyone, so secret it must never even be ascertained by some passin' Orwellate the tramps with his heartless fayre ].... " i reserve ..the ...right..." ]]]]]]]]]
.......To maybe one day shop in Machynleth FArrow and BAll once again, or who knows what values i'll have in my rest of age
Or send them sweet little granddaughters.....
.....to Chelten'am...
just cos is say i am
doesnt mean, i will remain, like all therapeutic work we do says we outghta....
********
I ....connect.....
their polka dots
gosh boys hold the presses bargain buy it now for yer boyfriendAnyway yes .... it's not like i hadn't seen it before,
joined her Biba dots...
The saddest woman on the earth
Not quite comme il faut
Her Biba compulsion
even with childhood elocution
can't take the ...
whatever you call all of britain, class consciousness
dressed
doesnt cover up the way she never went to Chelten'm too...
and never quite got over it.
to be last lined, soon.
But if only they knew laugh lines
real uns...must start with as subject them ...self
Ahhh yes just in case i die of true zennithing the happiness pole
" i think ive realised over the years that theres only one place on the planet worse than Yankeeland with all their kids bein' shot and complete inability to understand less is more...... and that is a land that only lives by pretending all is well
fantasising they live in a lanscape wellsprings wishing wells
polite living hells
because the only thing psychologically worse than
shootin' em daily n breakfast tv
is bringing them up in some teapot tinpot fantasy