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Thursday, 19 February 2026

More than a mere 'JOB' cont...

 

...even if it will take a while, as, well....


So....not only have i never played a computer game, taken an asprin, grew out of magyc mushy peabrained psychadelicacies age about neniteen...

 CERTAINLY one knew! never to watch a musac video

that MTV can opine all it wishes about watchin 

them play while doin the dishes

NO ! never.... 

I knew every single oral nodule in Maggie Terre and Suzzie's gob

from merely imagining, 

what their breath would be like mixed with mine

Until of course I went to see them maybe 85 or 6

whilst most mere men were still stuck with sweaty stuff like 

Marillion 

And knew more of 'it'  in their little Big Sister (as they were) finger

than all of em

put together.

There is only one 'it'. 

And it's all there's ever been.


Anyway one doesn't want to seem a mere jabberqwok

Rather a highest intelectchill...

while all the rest dancin' to Jack ' Jill


And even if he went a bit too junkie positive

what a fabulous End Times appraisal of ....now


especially well i was going to say babe-led

but now its all there is in them blokes heads

too.All i care about is the rhythm...

Always to something or other like this or .... with bounce

As for the words, all just your tyrance




Not me.


So... there is only one real problem

ALL - no exceptions, especially this lot

of academe


A land where even AC Graylin' speaking into my chronicling device

smiley but underneath hard as ICE !

" i always make ALL my new humanities students read one small book, to me the one and only metaphorical device ....

The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

closest to moral reality.. necessity" 

i mean fucks that's as nihilist outlook as you can GET!

(in short a child must be tortured so the rest of everyone

 parties on)

 
repatriate i'm back to... 

errata he's home where he belongs

especially as the so called British leading humanities scholar

had never even heard of the actual leading real life plus a bit of maybe, something, scholar

of the last three quarters of a century, Thomas Bernhard


So...my only problem,

How the fuck do i get that into lifestory?


'that' to be cont and clarified.


But all that now matters is.... the history of this century, is that the ones who didn't just walk away to make a fancy omlette to show off and tried to think a bit... used to say " maybe.." 

"maybe Keats was looking at possibly  something that may have been a sublime when being a nervy towny he first went for a walk  on a hill...."

but not any more since lanyards became so valuable if you sucked up to the right grant giving board and dreadful radio program...

nope you have to KNOW... speak with certainty

And even if one of the most self obsessed creeps in history

Mister Babb at least said something POSSIBLY 'true' " the tricky bugger i cant pin it down despite being commissioned by the OUP  

as world 'authority' "

 (definition, 'worthy of being repeated' - that's all, no trigger warnings necessary

 for kids brought up bathing in only in the bathwater of chemical rose petal

 and sensitivity)

 " but all i can say maybe for sure as it recreates itself every day"


Anyway ... it is now being said, 

which of course is true in that around 20 years ago just when something came along thats all there is to 'scrape'

Claud or whatever mumbo jumbo is in the word 'gemini'

Havent been able to scrape any 'maybe'

or its outnumbered 

(to be all American exacting: 99.7% "IT IS"

to "maybe" about 0.3 ... )

The whole damn thing  - be it some new fangled "search" or 

old fangled "agent" will tell it's "property" what to do

is posited on the wrongest definition of progress never mind reality

actual learning, for free: maybe...


It gets ill and hallucinates 

end of all real debates


Anyway thats that your internet went even stupider than ever before.... the ultimate in closed Claw...
















A memory palace is a metaphor for a certain kind of mind, one that notices everything almost offhandedly yet can recall its exact position
in time and place later, often seemingly without effort. It comes from the story of Simonides, who had stepped away from a banquet in ancient Thessaly just before the building collapsed; those present were crushed beyond recognition, but Simonides was able to identify each body because he remembered exactly where every guest was before the roof fell in.


now all i know i am not mad, but due to 'AI' having infected  the once ok 'app' - i always strip out all apps except maybe 3 ...

as all the rest are unnecessary

but Powerdirector a reasonably user friendly video editor -  not that i ever have bothered

no spare battery

now it has "AI" to help the editor

takes five times more energy

And this all clips are merely first draft for fun maybe one day i shall weave into some movie

or snazzy whizz bang...

saying nothing

(like the rest of #vanlife especially Mrs, and now eye-candy Mister, hairwashing and lots of carbon zooming around Europe, saying nothing


my tribe a year ago i did tell them: here is what you really do not want to be ...links later, and she gets 50,000 views just looking at her looking at her hair in the mirror....so i know you would rather be there and helped you, by clipping you to death and destraction 

- it matters, bookreading SO SO down except for fantasy  brainextraction   )


Anyway All these guru types no ones reading 'non fiction' anymoremuch

except 'self help' 

which i see daily, in the centrelands of that Source, of nothing

 helps nobody

All that ever does is enjoying a few little jobs that methodically you do only when your energy is best ever and you could just about tolerate living on....

But not here.

No point.

 No life ever lived in this entrepreneurial joint

Why indeed Ronnie, not quite as zealot,  was just a little less baddie

than .... Maggie

especially when you're marooned in her childrens' dormitory, here.

(and yet again another yes another tale of  self plastic bagheading 

not much 'maybe' there, she failed, that's a fact)