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Friday, 6 February 2026

Yes if it were Mr low Wattage

NOT FINISHED PROPERLY for a few days 

but this is sketch enough for now..

(i think i shall send it to the first artist... who was so rude...now she's been dumped maybe she may have got her soul back... it may help her get it back sooner, assuming she ever had one..) 

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.....he, your Alan,  would have it edited down to 5 paragraphs -  about all his bimbo Telletubbine readers can manage at any one time... before needing another drugfix or 'vintage' shopping trip.. to suss out any holes in the 'market' they can colonise rather than have to get a proper job bogcleanin'...


But that takes lots more time and energy  - and that's the POINT!

Even if i haven't succinctly made it yet well i have but you will have not bothered to listen..

to such great long rambling audios with all sorts of cheeky real factoids woven in..



 











And of course alike the " so why don't you leave then if you hate the Aisle so.." bimbos, who wouldn't prethink before opening their gobs (thoughbubble or maybe a CONVEDRSATION point) " maybe he is one of them 80% who have a child and wouldn't leave even actual hell, for a pretend playschool better  version of it, like here,   if there's even a millipercent chance said child may benefit from him still being around and FULLY present for her no matter what...  as that's what real men do ohh i never met one in this sceptic shopping aisle ..that's my excuse " 


Right back to the big one

I love writing in the big one









(some to be cont there 

i have a perfect memory and know every loose end to be pulled back in from even years back)


And infact there is a 'proof' of never ever ever rising to any extremely rare insult or nastiness - anyone else would have dobbed him in for unpleasant threats just for 'loitering' in a deserted tourist layby... the only brush with sad lonely sour old officialdom in  a decade in fact

But my handwriting is in better than ever flowy artiness considering also in a hurry to make the most of the warmth and all writing is done balanced on knee...


(no time to edit or select clearest pic) 

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films next, sort soon proving truest homespun loveliness always and only a FEW 'natural' things around like emotive stones found at the beach one day or HAwk feathers if you are such an emotional pipsqueak and con artist you have to perform for your useless i-learned-NOTHING book,  'grief' when a parent dies  more or less at his allotted time...
but the 'look' all lovely and homespun minimal with one Nolde on the wall even if a 30 year old poster found in a phone box in London  - i would never TELL anyone is from London as you drop out to drop OUT... and be new....even if indeed ideally nowhere, .... cos the last place was neurotic bullshit  never mind  every Tom Dick and Harry  going Tom Dick and Harry,  as the market girls are so sourpuss,  and even  by 1994 100% lost even then to Vudu ... and snake oil ops...


In one sentence, the most mortal woulds of all require no dressing..
of creature comforts  or even expert shabby chic (even if enforced due fabulous poverty )  tones and soothing just-the-right colours.. or even bourgeois super sorted fuzzy cages.. indeed all such dressings take away from the only thing that speeds eventual recovery: NOTHING... and ideally nobody ..as everyone thinks you are a ,lost ferral tramp...  with nothing useful to say... even if the simple fact of the Britolish, unlike the fine Europeans,  is they so cleverly invented the concept of when someone has had a great loss or wound and is in grief, cross to the other side of the road... 
An even better curative....  know you are not, as, il faut...

To keep up with their dull Joneses.... whether she took Tatler,  Homes and Gardens or Chat magazine...all the same dull Monolith...


Anyway LOADs more "wound🙏" to come as the above works... when i know nothing else can...
but there is wound 🙏🙏🙏 when you are sat a few days ago uploading dozens or hundreds to come....and the second you upload the first of these a certain song well known comes on the wireless...

and if the above has worked, you just...laugh... that ferkin' Rita proves once again she is effable and female as only one of them could have such a rascally sense of humour






and self censored too as there is nothing more embarrassing on the planet than admitting to have once danced to Mister Creepy Bumfluff's
 stuff....



  





Anyway righty ho....
where has this dull day gone?
Ohh yes all day partly rebooting all here 

there's even GOING to be a guide.... 
soon
in progress

But to start at the beginning at last ten years late but .... what no SWestern naycher guru would even KNOW about no matter how much they rip you off per ashram smile



But then there's no cure for their mental health means they dont do owt about anything i tried (should be in the Deaf School one)











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