Here i am deliberately at a very remote atch... no houses or vehicles for some distance...
sat in the average temperatures, door open headtorch on obviously here...
And some performative dogwalker comes along performiing LOOK at my pair of flouncy two granders no doubt...
But it's the way when the stupid caged animals (which is what a lead is) decide to sniff at something just by my snail shell so mister walker has to allow them to smell and smell and smell right next to someone who obviously comes exactly here to be as far away from all these utter lost needy ALWAYS ILL wankers .... but then thats almost the whole SWEstershire its not surprising their seas and waters are full of MRSA and all they can all do every single one except Ms 0.001% speak of being ...ILL
Anyway back on course as i have been all day putting up with the loudest gobbiest loudmouth librarian I have ever experienced...and all the " ive got OCD inmates"
But theres a lot to start rolling out, all deliberately up in The Tube awaiting the right moment to ponder captions and philosophical things to add in far wiser than the childless rather effete Henry.... ohh yes that was the name of today's main kid... he could have heard in a whisper too..
That's a point ...(the Henry was deliberately useless audio we get to how Europeans dont sue for pavement toestubs or in fact anything much...unlike every Yank and YUK.... whoever was in charge of Remain the usual one dimensional spastic never told you that did eeee... errata had he well i guess it would have been 99:1.... for being yank.
That's why your kids are even mpore fucked up than thems as pretending one is above being yank is even more illmaking...i know i encounter the illmakers endlessly with that ashram glaze in their eyes....
never ever able to even ponder constructively crits around their own little bubble of perfect Narniac space, maybe not quite so Wonderland as the brochures told them
Anyway ... at least three live performances all albums bought .... and it turns out she died young of being EXTREMELY bitter psychospiritually about everything, especially her real fuckup dad.... she never got over even into her 60s... every smallest sweet NAnci sing 'n smile...
fake
I'm sure they have trades description acts in that Youesaay... and one could say something else about the queues lining up outside the courts regarding one very very dead sad old man... just as he may have a bit more in his bank than the surely now Shabbiest Princess... in all of history..
It's pure poetry
Anyway now...
there is something which goes with this new page (just where i put some sort of sideshows)
https://www.ralphschism.com/p/cest-un-spectacle.html as i say almost all from now on super summery super sunshine stuff
And ...things....
so yes a thing that goes in that page ...that really is the ONE thing above all - lived experience so often... that sums up not just the ignorance but the complete and utter insouciance in every single person i have ever met for at least ten years (i guess except her - but that's a hard one she had a lot to get off the chest too...that's what loneliness does you when your only friend is Eckhart)
But it's so poignant it needs a short handwritten thing symbolising.... that even that so lomng endured thing.... didnt make my handwriting shaky when in fact what one should have done is jab the pen in their eyes or gobs ....
Tomorrow
So such a desktop acetic clearout time...
