the ONLY 'problem' aggh yuckword their 'currency' word, i have rather ... well we can't say 'issue' as at least one supermodel, 2020, that fabulous summer, as i sidled up to her and her boy in the Horrorford cafe not knowing i could be someone who ever spoke to supermodels, until her four year old said so innocently " mummy....what are the issues every one has...?"
And i looked at him,
he at her,
me daring to look at her, thinking i mayn't get stabbed by a vintage Biba stiletto for deigning to
then her me...
and we burst into tears..
of laughter
And 'twas nothing about the fabulous hysteria of 2020 that had one hoped slowed it all down...
purely that he was a second sight wise one with his nuance and tone...
And we became friends.
Indeed conformed a few months later when i spied her again on a monthly checkup on their madness (the health food operation of course she was the real tough brazil nut) and the two of us in the middle of their Horrid square animatedly greeted each other like we were friends from kindergarten - and the only grown ups there...
So thirty minutes....
has that above worked?no it doesnt work i have to press publish then look and discover that yet another badly parented little spastic of the interweb cant even let me upload bits of samsung film any more....so i gotta go to the tube back soon
Anyway ..... Like ALL the rest i'm an illusionist ....
Ever since oops its gone and infected this bit with its copied and pasted font Nestbeschmutzerin
Twenty years ago the fabulous one.... truly astoundingly un"centred" ...
Upon getting to 'know' her in the back of the then-van, discovering without giggling too much how her 'class' gathered at The Patrick Holford Institute of Optimum Nutrition, to drink their own piss and brag about it too.....
The illusion painted for artistic perps is pissin' on anyone as indeed once the midterms were reached five years ago.....
All i cared about was infact over a couple of years four fortysomething under my wing .... all of whom i liked very much, well provisionally.... and certainly platonically
As they rightly looked to wiser slightly older meat to give them a good pounding for their sakes as they knew they needed.
Turned out may has well have been kneading their fancy sourdough without ANYthing innit to make it keep raising....
so to reupload an irrelevance other than the ONLY disability i have is always i awake at 0530 six latest and immediately have loads of new poetical platitudes and all sorts of lovely useful things to play with verbally or writerly and winter is infact best as I'm a conceited sunshine addict so summer all i can think of from 0700 is where is the best tanning spot...
But then when its below 5 degrees the brain does slow just a little - never at first, even in minus ten overnight one awakes with a warmed up brain and it lasts for at least an hour... but bleedin prob is the fingers dont stay warm being so insignificantly just for being stuck up ..or sticking up...
So, a warm up (MUST be combined with an aspect shifting for duelpurpose)
lasts only thrity minutes which is truly a frustration as talk about so many fabulous things to share..
Best winterfest for many a year
And Boxing Day the last day (well she said it the day or so after " it was historical" but not for the reason she thinks...indeed she is far more part of it that she will ever guess.... as i said to the wonderful bookshopbird yesters ' we should go on a roadtrip her and i as she alone isnt coy and knows what she needs..' and said fabbird immediately agreed most inimatedly )
Anyway if i die of merely being so content and centred in The Uttermostest snotty place if you're under sistyish....
(one exception only !)
There is so much work to do but what we do not see is so often the most interesting thing such as yestermorn an unscheduled look inside one of their 'hubs'... i was going to say 'once only' but i had forgot what The Christian had effected.... one day she will be memorialised even if she has a fabulous European dog...
Now... as one says so often but a quarter of a decade among the Southerners with only two exceptions one realises they never actually listen to anything especially when they quote Master Tolle or all that utterly failed nonsense ....
I have a fine matrix to demonstrate soon exactly that, and all i care about is how they.... seeped in to far far more landly real 'land' - i.e. 10 to 15 per sq km on average (much of The Marches) rather than 150ish over the SW...
where REAL 'community' was infact necessary to make the smaller smallholdings viable.... " oi cunt even if i saw you grabbin my wife's bum in the pub lastnight you made a deal you'd be over to help me clear the fallen tree and you better keep to it or else...and as for the wifes bum she was just playin' with you, it's all mine she keeps to her word, too..."
Anyway so The South EAST dribbles its DE Botty bullshit all over the land Westward about " community" and we are sweet meditative Buddhists when theyve just spent the last 20 or 30 years actively denying the smelly weirdo on the tube next to them on the commute is actually the same species as them.... and as soon as they can afford it usually by foul means.... Dot rolls up in HAy knowing full well that despite all her plensished friends being so abundantly tie dye yoghurt munchin.... its full of 500 thousand c2s and above a year
and she needs some of that action..... so as to set up her yoga 'space' in less regulated Portugaltoo.... alongside Earthalove's, luv
no point calling her a con artist cultist as her thicker Birmingham skin was sold for handbags decades ago.... and grows back instantly
I tried to warn them!
Anyway staying on the point,
yes so they swarmed like worker ants on psychedelic drugs and the land became destabilised....
infact they ate it, too....
But that is the true glorious Bible on it all to come
BUt just going back to several 'moments' of late - at The Source.... no interest to me other than a most truly enjoyed three months, and not for nasty seditious pissin reasons.... its almost like her Xmas eve a real innocent finest Eve..well... she made it all worthwhile as i know she aint fake...i can tell.
So yes the thing is... go to one of their 'hubs' - which unfortunately are mainly sugar dispensaries and thats THE one biggie - extremely limited sugar and hardly any booze... is happiness.
Here's the thing, so it all started with Benham types by Hay (movie, one day) an even slippier version of Charles Eisenstein...
And every other word - theyre STILL at it.. is 'community'
And it all began with The original genuine article The FAbians but that was long before Chalie was lusting after a bigger shepherds hut than the one next door on inherited L'Oreal shares...
so yes he then they steal the word 'community' - roughly about 18 years and 6 weeks ago and ...sadly even conning her into the big con....
So all these types - theyve been to some Buddhist meditation retreats and would go to the latest 'feminine' retreat in a sweaty lodge in the hills if they could afford the premium they manage these days...
all endlessly Big Sitering all around their South Eastern suburban words they learned so as to maybe escape said suburbs " community"...and all the abundance of others holding spaces etc etc etc when in fact at the community 'hub' i saw 6 weeks ago only old women moaning about things wrong with them, in poems no ;less....... no men
But here's the REAL thing..... all these 'community' hubs and 'spaces' all run by thoroughly modern enlightened modern women.... who will pretend to have had a Big Sister at Greenham Common if they can get away with it...
Its truly astonishing how all their lovely so so modern and tie dyed and wholfood blokes...
arent there to do the KITCHEN WORK with themtoo in their so so ,lovely 'communities'... their community kitchens EVERYwhere are only still the territories of the babes...
i call that fuckin stone age bullshit and a failure of the whole last once fabulous fifty years...
Anyway..... i am the opposite of a pissier.... as not only have i had four fabulouses even if all of them have spun out into sadly pisstaking space...
BUt its the oldies.... yesters the maginificent 82 year old Scotsman and his even older bird....
I discovered the only actually free and truly sexy ones are far far ....
well it's obvious, the 'equation' but it can be factored with a minus fifteen prefix, theres no physical reality whynot
sixty five plus, many, most infact.... well apart from the fact that they would love their bum to be groped in a pub or even on a hillwalk ....
They stop trying
to be what was an illusion, anyway....
And are almost always such a true pleasure to have a wander with....
And be given a reprieve having been told one "should be shot..."
And so quickly " im walking with my 'friend'..." sadly not truly earned as a label yet but.... if i say i will i mean it....
And she's the very best fun one of them all
Now that's all very South easterner me me me my plenitude of abundance ....
But actual landspeople who knew twenty years ago what was happening to the actual land ...
only care about solutions.
And the only one i know for sure may just be hopeful is if the preciousses - about 5 or 6 perhaps.... the older ones who are NOT 'precious', could somehow be lined up and be their real self to the only cohort that matters - the 40-60 year olds who i know full well are in SUCH a mess inside well at least 99.9% if not .999% ...
And ypou can fuck off and die with all your "you can't say that " about how PAstyshire is the sickest shithole of (way above national rate of doing the self...in) really unhappy sybarites ive ever known and i mean the 20 year icomer class....
A fine honest true woman of the book said to me yesterday " yes we realised in pour last of twenty years there it really was poisonous.... " and he's a FARMER ... a proper born 'n bred in LornaDooneshire.... one and thats the greatest cultural heritage you can ever ever have kindof anywhere in the world except the best book of the last 30 years about real community when it goes a bit wonky
(she wrote as allegorical cautionary TALE !! it can happen heretoo infact its not far away according to even Cummins ....i bet theres as good a version of reality, n Serbian but sadly i have no guide...)
..... so he knows the reality of overpriced poison filled PAsties he's had to munch twenty years ....
i resaw on Christmas day....
but it's got to be the 1976... before the Muppets came and poisoned everything via their vile YAnk-collaboration on ITV....
anyway ehhh..... to be cont
and see the next few reflective posts about just how ONLY enjoyable the oldies are.... two more new oldie friends yesterwalk ...one a very rich old well educated thing just hates all the youngers and she wanted a second helping of me and our wonderful riverwalk " they just can't BE THEMSELVES...all so precious all so performative.....me and hubby now just hermitude up in the hills.." for 80 a truly attractive and ultra bouncy woman with a wonderful au naturelle - not for showin' off, 'blue' haired, collie too..... if ONLY the 45-65 lot could just ONCE stop, stop being them, in fact be her.... .... and they may be what they only ever desire to be....desirable! ... but the piss i have to redirect is inffact showering them with actual golden fluids .... soon... they are the oils you need.... if only they would believe in themselves fully to have gone ALL the way and thus have the way mapped out for the so dreadfully stuck 45-65s ...who we needed to put good 'ENERGY' into landwork or saving rivers rather than only a backing up of real pollutant and ... a poisonous film that really did totally and completely unoxygenate every once half ok actual natural ecosystem.... - so so many times and the wise ines agree " only women have the voice in UK .. The Don.. Wayne C..... Russell on hios way down.... etc" ..so sad though Bovarian cancer rotted all their brains and you only recover indeed past 70... usually 73.... when its too late or nearly )
