four 'undred and five million viewers....

 If only they knew

Just how much old whatsisface is the exact doppleganger of THE greatest simple mind of all, old Hilary Lawson...who has no philosophy to even deal with his own inability to know that a many centuries fought-for public footpath going past his front door, the nearest front door to our 2006 ...  that was since days of yore on the OS map... wasn't a figment of our imagination ... he told to a MA in Human Rights, tobe....

If only she knew that day, thatn it's not 'bout the machine gun totin' Mullahs or whatever the  bonkers 1979ers are called by the masses bein' mown down in yet another Tahrir....

that's dominated our lives behind the veil of the so called philopsophers with nowt to say except " ehh no lass.... there's no footpath goin' past my front door, over my land....so whats that little furball on your lead then..?"

 (his exact doppleganger it never occurred) 

oohhh theyve evolved according to the ads they now have "shouting retreats" 

Anyway  ehh ... 

oouuuughhh god why does it do that! select a couple at the same time and it puts them in the wrong order you figure..

but to be ion the best ever centred atpeace zen state almolst ever meaqns its all just a philosophical journey i knew 20 years ago i didn't need to go on  when your leading 'philosopher' and don don't know fuckin lore that people died for....

Anyway yes this above yesteraft in fact yester 6am as usual ....but hold on it hadnt occurred to me...

'yesteraft' .. lasteryear...  all that don't ask me why i started that a couple of years ago except that to speed write as i always have to especially if sat in a SWestern 'public space'  full of shouting nutjobs and thats just most of the lanyardist staff.. wjho forgot (for 15 years now new here - the first was the HAy librarian and she was the very worst offender of all... and when i wrote then jokes about her on a neutral chronicling very well read stream of consciousness blog not even mentioning Jaynes name....someone or other sneakily told tales, likely the fuzz actually as they were big readers,  they sneakily  withdrew my library card... funny old world...

Wales never even understanding what free speach was for i'm allowed to say being raised or rather raisin self in them REAL hills....

And stealing the 'Welsh Beauty' Nan age 16ish  - who truly was.... the ultimate in natural natural Cider with rosie gorgeousness never since repeated...  as mine... even if t'was in fact she stole me from those English as hers....  and cocked a snoop at them....

to the chagrin of all her 'countrymen' welsh blokes for 100 km...

no idea why...or did she subconsciously know a load of fascist rednecks when she ..was born into them...

who incidentally NEVER went outdoors despite Rory and Alistair's con interview with one of their elders... that simply is the definition of ridiculous little snotnosed Engilitterates creating myth.. there on the screen in front of you 

(he was an ex neighbour of mine the whole suburb knew he was a bourgeois social climbing fake) 

(i shall return to soon)

anyway... ehh yes ... now although it is technically a few weeks yonder from the end of the most glorious Homeric decawhatnot ten years on from the day I walked out one midwinter morn

They will be allowed an epilogue mention.

As there's nothing sadder

 than to discover

how the land.... (infact i would guess a good few more female landowners than blokes as especially in WAles 97% of em drink emselves to death before their time... and anyway despite the industrial moaning  - FIVE recent lasteryear  odyssey encountered at some length, babes also lament lamentingly even volubly..even very) babes do live a fair few years longer.... 

and thus its just the stats, more land especially smaller chunks have been stolen from the family farm via their lawyers  and is thus owned by more females than males... 

and they have to hire in 'elp' ... muscle..even if theirs are quite capable of being fleshed out into 90% of ours...

But thats just a cultural construct and they do rule so you can't blame 99% of them...

But it saddens me that statistically speaking infact 100% of female landowners all smiley end up screwing you for  your diary, whicjh is the foundation of a self employed iod jobber " ehh i could go and suck up to that one who said she had a bit but as you say you have a lot and need it doin.. i shall diarise you above her..." and when 'you' is a fantasist illusionista and doesnt know the words olral contract were invented before papyrus or even clay tablets... well the land cannot any longer function...

and thats sad as i wanted their land to be a balanced centred pastiche of whats in their dreams... and the worst ones swindle you out of earned wages, even money paid out up front on THEIR expenses...

which saddens me only as its the 'sex' of the only one who's sex i hope gets exactly their 50% of everything especially top jobs...

but i am sure there's even an ancient Greek philosopher who managed to dream up some reality ...ohh yes theyre called phyrrhic victories 

except that is inadequate a term for if the 'loss' isn't worth the battle or far more fundamental the  fairplay even in war to the bitter end isn't adhered to... then the 'victor' probably does die younger as unless one is a true 100% psychopath unable to ever even accept one of Eckhart's copied lines is sort of ok even if only one... and that conscience does eat one up from the inside eventually...

Anyway all that another day - the Winterings version i know i shall do as its already part done except as a REAL human being not a made up pastiche as thats all they can handle..

So yes genuine sadness that truth hurts lies damage though (the moniker of the first streamy one) as the WAsteland of falies about the fairer sex knowing what fairness is in the land even is sad for me...as i like them i certainly dont like ANY Britisher bloke .(definition - once past 40ish they only qiualify if they 'take part' a bit - actually attempt some civic duty of some sort or at least write TRUE deep philosophical things none ever can so they fail by all counts) . i do like European ones so i'm not a blokeophobe... just fussy as they waste SO much time...

...anyway if i die of 'wow'.... I had infact forgotten about 'it'... i hadnt really felt..... well up since the in truth best winter..

Three years ago  from December 2022 ...long fantastic beautifully written rants.... then  our "mammoths"  (her glorious poetical three dimensional use of this so lacking language) even sometimes late at night which as an 'actions speak louder than words' is the ultimate accolade to err...as i dont stay up late for ANYone... 

unless they impress...

So yes there's a 'feeling' i had forgotten about until she brought back...not even 'love' ... just an upswell in the bosom or ...?? of true blissy rapturous nice feeling 'energy' even if thats a completely inadequate word they stole anyway for marketing perps..

and i suffered from it once more thistermorn...

Not really there since three years ago...

anyway oh yes thistermorn i had no idea i have a near perfect memory for the truly great storytelling of Mister MAxwell and his otters....

And my perfect woman 

 the scene where she's up to her thighs in the cold waters savin' a swan if memory serves is so embedded i can smell her lack of any bodily products and it drives me bonkers...still.... ...just pure natural woman doin' what blokes did too when not killin em for fun if you are a huntsman... and not performative neurotickin about the weather either, too.... and ALWAYS walkin tits out full extent.. even smallies one can...  back up straight....  chin the fuckup

and ALLis just philosophy...

but anyway ehh... cripes.... i had forgot the ONLY tTolkein worth bothering with of course one's a bit of Bilbo and all his " i dont want to be seen dead at my own hundredandonety party... so im not commin'.."

genius writing and one small book of it was quite enough... enough said

and i had clear forgot til i heard it on the wireless yestermorn

horrified!

And not much horrifies me

 the idea that someone may be as most are addicted to those big fat loads of toilet paper  and subsequent computer games all theyre good for repetitive blippy noises...

and think that when in fact 'thistermorn' is merely a super poetical fast flowin way of somehow keeping a rhythm going thats a matter of life 'n death.... it just works..

in a society where very very stupid ones say as someone did 16 year'nago..."i cannot write [for cash not quality control] with anyone even on the same landing of my big fat palace of stolen dosh...  but with you around..you seem to have an energy that means  i think i can ... even with you at the end of the bed.."

irrelevant some folks are beyond any knowings anyway i'm only interested in the job....

And any 'cause' one did need a loyal wingbabe...

loyal to the 'cause' if not the person

impossible in YUK

(i was fool to ever dream of, twenty year'nago) 

anyway ... in short... its sad that all the bookended - all they are and will be, landowners of the female kind are so unkind to themselves they embezzle too...

but it started with him... mister philosopher  - his very very deep drains needed hand digging out nobody else had doneso for centuries! (not poss to get machinery there to his high up garret of bad writing) ..until i cam along and over a week or two did... a few feet deep in the stoniest ground...all around the little quite large 1000 year old yuppie shed 

So yes the first Illusionista near 20 years ago infact yes excatly this comming Novembertime  ... was male

And we now have the gran finale bookends at the end even if a few weeks past the official end..

maletoo

 perfect symmetry at least one cannot be accused of only total Miss Oh Jenny really its for your OWN GOOD ....

Even if this one where i used to word picture it

but GOTTA be the 'alternate'

the only great line in all of  modern lit:

 about oppression as TUTOR and injustice as good for you as good old fashioned as nursies ...especially  if you are an English High Court judge or indeed most London men pay for their uniforms at the brothel rather than a good bit of Cider with her.... outdoors down the back alley or in the hidden coves of The PAth.....

and i am quite sure 99% of the British 'film' industry dont know what a good woman's for any more...or what one is

anyway when one creates the greatest real 'activist' word picture ever - even if the so called teachers of  Wolly Polly forget to teach it in their  'humanities'  bluehair workshops 

one is allowed a little faux pas 

of Miss Oh Jenny ... you know a woman like you should be at home thats where you belong... taking care of my shirts and undies while I'm down the pub....

anyway ehh... sio much is in the 'can' and i have noted of late a few PHILOSOPHICAL booknerd sounding 'likes' even on the Substack waffles...

so fuck off 'n die of Tolkein, 

fantasy

All i know is even i was made a bit 'ill' by endless exposure to their illshit...filled sea...

(there is healthy shit chart i didnt know til lasteryear)

I'm almost always bang on three...at three minutes past wakeywakey...always

And i also know thats all there is to life.

Well Lived

right tons of philosophy in the can from the last few months but also i so only want to get back to happy summer stuff

which i dont care about you has been still flutterbyin through mine ever since havin' an orgasm driving up the little lane lasterspring

on here somewhere..

and is my wintermorn everymorn still and im not mean i really do want to share every second

but there's a sequence

dramatic impossible to know what will be in the next scene

I know a good movie-book when ive lived it

for twenty dull years

But i needed what i dint know i did...

(Black swan theory thats what its all about and you cant make any cash of it either as thats the point "centredness isn't available from a MENyooo..." the amount of times ive earbled that at the birds...but of course the dont have the poisongrace to warble back.... " thats not fair it'll mean i have to clean the bogs instead..."!

like that twostersback summer i did

and the best Siddharthan moment ive ever transitioned into)

Mister Illusionista to bookend it

And he has 

the one who you really did think would have..... not

righty ho a week more full time here i have been a day not here means a day even more here

soon