Not that there's any point saying ANYthing in her hinterland to anyone...
Which is great - to bugger off into it, and discover just how flat it is...
That's the three dimensional version of 'flat'
Now i hate to be a liar and deceiver which i ain't
Nor do i use english like a Southern "tart" - not my word, and use the word 'them' when it should be something more grammatically correct like 'those', other than when i live within a splendid inner world of bobbing around all of them - places to do things within, or upon, to be precisely correct.
And all Miss Use of the dodgy quite inadequate language, is for poetical and mindful purposes - the realversion when the real version of lived poeticals combines with actual mindfulness, not some made up nonsense to make the 'maker' look good as she can't get her act together and become a ubiquitous 'maker' of the most absurd theme parked tourist trinkets ever meandered through.... and that's just the art, except for one fine woman ...well two really but the first may be shy i don't know communication is impossible in this region of nothing ever really seems what it is.... such as a seemingly pleased countenance upon reencounter.
Not my problem.... one day i shall find my way back not up North as she saved my feral life by dragging me here as it's five degrees warmer on average, and anyway i was only passing through so as to ..
hmm? see what needed putting in the proposal?
But of course it has to be in the failed alcoholic nonwords of Mr Watts they all so so lap up... when basically all he could ever say was ave another bevvy and forget about tomorrow and here's a clever dick 'spiritual' reason why, too...
And when your audience is mainly - or was at first, wan looking birds who haunted S Ken 'vintage' market buying or selling second hand clobber as Mick N Keith up the road had chucked you out as being rather too off with the faeries, of course they're going to lap up his so erudite and splendid smock-clad deliverances from.... well basically Mister Brand copied him, too, to get the same girls... none of whom want to ever know REAL solutions to anything as that takes hard work... being unpopular too so those girls will walk on by, entirely unable to differentiate passion - the thing you need to tolerate the dull girls who poretend to care about anything, and 'anger' - me i havent had for decades infact never really... which is what a FULL fully rural teenagerhood shoves into you as a lifelong injection cure remedy and prophalactyc...
which of course they hate more than anything else as the non rural only has confected or even hyped emotion as tool... even if they all stab away so as to be able to afford the latest expensive 'meditative' healing, retreats.. retreatING....from themselves all dressed up in an expensive woolly so they can 'find' themselves .. at some cold damp yurtcamp - the only difference or differentiation - indeed class differential, is the scabby underclass ones are usually next to a motorway and the more Homes + Gardens lot have their up in the hills where ground rents are five times more, for nothing as there's no 'wilderness' anywhere in the SW i know ive been off on a mission looking for it...
Just very angry blokes ...which is what tourism does anywhere in the world always will always did...
Nothing to do with me .. learned to exist in my own parallel universe ignoring even then colourful kagoules.... only tourists wear even when they're identifying themselves as traveller or the more popular common as much nowadays 'adventurer'...
Which is the saddest of all modern pursuit as the only worthwhile adventure ever is being nobody nowhere with nothing purposeful ever to do... as you know nobody else would even 'get' your Henry lifestyle albeit with rather less 'DELIBERATION' as thats the problem...
(NOTE TPO SELF THE ULTIMATE ZEN FILM ...from about winter 2015/16 or maybe the one before or after - december.... the previous two months unusually warm (when living 8 years on an actual cold swamp - weird... listen to the 'your history is wrong' audio ) and that september i had done a really once-a-decade ferret cage refurb - my my the care i had taken! all wood so carefully dried out for many days under glass and if the sun was out all day, in the dried our air, blahh blahh... dig out every smallest bit of rot, three coats of creosote which takes at least 6 days if done properly - a couple to dry between coats... like.. the rolls royces of finest old proper wood hutches, well maintained by a dillegent ye olde schooler... even if their woner was never to see them again....
[You ACT, and carry on acting, as if the best obvious thing for mutual benefit (having pondered the pros and cons for at least a few years) will come to pass...no matter what passes; or some other act may scupper....
(my lived philosophy - and i know no wiser, period and ive read thousands of yogi t-bag labels and even some Alan Watts until the projectile vomiting became too sour-mouthing for even me to bear) ]
...ehh yes ... at least 75 hrs over a month of fabulous zen fixing and refurb...
All ferrets - Fifi, Leon, and a few of their lassie kids for him to incest with once a year when it gets musky, which DOES actually cause them to live longer as lassie ferrits die from not havin' a ruck once a year - as earlier covered in audios maybe jotting, too.... a perfect philosophical ehhh.. parable .... back in their homes after a few weeks for the creosote vapours to fully evaporate and go and pollute the biosphere ... the fixer so so smug and truly at one with nature and himself and all is well....
Until a mid December all preparing to go Winterings - baton down the hatches (extreme wind funnel bearing down upon my backdoor from the NW - from the hills ..and of course one has earned a very wintering winter bathing in ones own smug plenitude of cosy looking after onesself what do they say now ohh yea self care... crackly fires wood piled up high.... happy snoring ferrets )...
and ....
I WILL FIND THE FILM NOW!!!! as i am so zenned and all is prepared for y'all even if the meanness is returning, that abundance of beggars bowl (i do have ralphmendicant google identity too as of a decade back, but never really rolled him out - as a pisstake on BEGGARS) gold n silver over a few weeks just to trick me into thinking i dont ever again have to tolerate an Illusionista...
which is bad for you
