The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
Ralphschism.com My permanent one home online started 22 feb 2023.
Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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Even if there's no point, as consistency is clearly a word from the past, long gone, dead and buried alongside the so called grave goods that a TRUE iconoclast knows may just be there merely due some "OCD" we could never begin to understand as it died with its victim, who never started a special interest group so as to benefit from it, possibly even clog-popping with a big smile on their face as maybe then, OCD was a gift from the actual goddesses, before they went venal, who knows ...its impossible to know the past....
As long as i can still do that.... (i should have bet myself something significant: " i bet they can't even go 40 minutes without moaning about something technological")
Now....peddle to the metal... all i know is that years ago i trained myself to always be in the 'sweet zone' and that each squeeze on that metal costs now 20p a mile so so so lightly resting the foot upon that metal was necessary years ago, and the rest are going to have to do a lot of catching up....
Now all they can do, apart from stare - my my the staring .... is gossip and talk about, silly me i forgot
houses
Even # 1 bimbos ....houses...fancy floors
Of course.
And as for neighbours making noisy extensions, all they have to moan about.
Nobody ever talks about books, where they're not really meant to talk anyway
Righty ho i am about five years behind schedule, constant plan and just like finding a good mind where one knows it is impossible, of course the occasional yank really did get it. despite his image
i did it now i can jump the cliff
or define living on a few months ago when there is absolutely no point
I'm not sure anyone knows any more, that books especially novels are a critique: that's the joy
I often read books to enjoyably critique the pseudeia.com (i think that's still paid up?) or even worse cage of rote thinking thats a religion worse than the death cult of Jesus (SO SO interesting how they've been caught with their pants down making up attendance figures but of course cults can't say " sorry pants were accidentally down we'll pull up our socks too")
Ayway all i know that light footprint is a true art and firstly one has to have perfect centred peacefulness inside always no matter what and at least someone knows i hop i am Olympic champ....
And the second line is one really shouldnt try to monetise simple plain and simpleness but then i know exactly how i wish to spend every moment of the rest of life an d it needs a bit of funding so as not to have to be doing what Mister Sorrentino got into his Beauty...