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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and yet again before i even check if all photod SUPERfast handwritten pages (all i ever do is Utterly ultra fast on the hoof no aforethought except 35 years knowing what needed to be 'said' and its kairos time ) are even here in order as that takes more battery than ....i have
as even the seemingly fine ish mind of your thirty year NHS frontliner can't actually believe any words said " cos of you ... no grudges but the cause and effect is so so many 'moments' wasted... i thought you were an actual ally who ...etc"
Anyway... the latest today offering god the whole lot of (richer) them... and their persona "we must have hermitude [fake] to plenish our poor hurt souls....[when as the world record holder, actually worse than Malkinson who got out after 17 years wrongly held after dodgy coppers fitted him up...of a life sentence fucked by vile slithery objects like ones own lost Conran addicted family who 40 years ago i sanely orphaned myself from actively ... even sort of nicely... i knew by twenty years ago.... subtly head down not wanting to even WASTE ANY BROKEN CHINA ON ANYONE EVER, bullwise... ...as i have never met ANYone in Uk worth challenging via saying what needs to be said, to them.... for their own good...] actual therapy is taking on the mad baddies.. bit by bit..never hiding unless it is necessary due no back protection nor any money to get the bus home if someone plays nasty legal games...
(nice little section at the end on real Britain Pandy
clad PAntists will only perpetuate as theyre their mates
especially Lisa Nandy
with her "Wigan now has an expensive sensory centre for the poor endless rivers of victims we pander to pantin
for our patronage
in my Wigan"
FAKE LANYARD CLAD VILE CHARITY CASH GRABBIN 'CHILD' sadness specialists, who fake ever ever ever actually ever DOing anything other than use estranged kids as their latest begging bowl cash cow... via the BBC no less)
And also learning from the GREAT culture of Reginald Iolanthe ten times better than any wonky dadaists...
that his performative art empire of Grot...
The last great real artistic and philosophical statement
He wanted to fail as he saw through ALL the swampmud...
well....who knows he tried to failed and failed,
and it worked.
But working never works either
when crap like a young lost user boy gets to nuumber six in the charts
(Ahhhahh of the MANy fakes did he steal his most famous line from a fairly good adaptation thisteraft of They Shoot Horses... ? the nuthin to lose one...
ohh yes.... sanctuary.. i only need sanctuary from places in Swestershire where this is their default fake persona ... Winterings... ehh H is For HAwk..
all this made up self pitying crap
That RIULES the whole section of society that has the lanyards or even more important has the ear of the ones who write social policy for the layard wearer
(one came by today bloke 60s all energetic after a good 'meditation' session ... all the right aristo hipster ajacent look loudly " i love the project Im IN LOVE [sic] with the project.. we will get grants for it... " )
and then fascinated by the language their ukltra spin as if we hadnt learned from Mister spin moderniser himself Tony and Alistair... (and his 'depression' - you get from fucked up confusing values and influences)
Anywya i have zero interest in ANY British private school boy-girl infested county .. as 50 years ago i saw through all of them as often dying younger than the mean value
having no value to anyone ever
and their parents often drive each other to drink, doin' a self-inflicted dead parrot... and in fact so often do die younger than their time as well...
But you can't say that to them.." i actually empathise for you..."
ok backwards now
even into a private schoolboy admitting just that in public i capture many small snippets of your absurdist zeitgeist that hasnt a hope in hell of achieving any healing or any sanity
As The Mong - Littleuns mum, knows too...
and each bloody time i plug phone in to superfast get a photo out if i dont remember to unplug said phone as now it drains my laptop battery...
MY FAULT ONLY
i knew my early spring time and energy wateverthieves were sort of codependent the only label i allow as its usually true to some extent...
as are all of you..on this kind os smart-thinking rubbish that has so failed the REAL elite of their world create even more elite therapeutic approaches...
when the truth is that the "worlds leading neuroscientist" to quote many worldleading dickheads...and " worlds most popular thinking crumpit's meditation guide " often cannot even be BOTHERED to check his many spam emails for a correct link - one often sees this,
never mind understand that the Arab mind is just as much of a cultural construct has his lost mad one and Busbombing is not genetically inherited and thus needs forever action to keep em all in a concentration camp listening to Sam HArris meditation tapes to make em 'aware' which they never will attain as theyre genetically uncurable.... which is essentially his position since 7 oct..
just like UKs leading charity with so much charity cash for decades - all the staff just as useless as De Botts i bet many style their look on himtoo even if it used to be some fine women (trustees) in the 2000s who were quite ranty about the pricks who took all the money and cultural capital as saviours of children and never had the guts ever to DO anything real...
can't be bothered to get their links right either (fairly often)
likely as their offices are manned by cheap youngman labour whos dads never taught them to always trebble check just a letter before you send it..
I never have time to and thus some letters today had so many typos as i hadnt noticed that the crappy signal had meant the spell checker hadnt kept up with my necessarily ultrafast writing...
and fool me i never learned to touch type so have to look at my fingers..
which means i forget the underclass phone modem always disconnects after half an hour and if not UKTRA switche don i lose stuff..
which i havent done for years so i know my mind is best ever top of its game..
but nobody will ever play...
what is the only way
.. except The Mong and a ferkin Iti owns her ass...
He must be ok though the one who proves something
theyre not 100% up their own ..
addicted to Phoebe Waller Bridge's "anal sex" she attempted to make her seem vaguely interesting by including 7 times in her first series,,,
when grown ups know that dirty little habit - they seem to have popularised more than any other blue filmmakers, polluted the whole of Italy decades back
Anyway Both PArents Matter dont think their work matters enough to check their outbound either ..
i think i have most of my links accurately organised...
which is a miracle as the speed i have to write and create (and theres MUCH more than you see in both my sites its sort of kairos time..)
And i remember ALl... but i recently made an audio eco or you ruining your kids by not holding the lethally dodgy school teachers to account ...
and as i finished thought damn i missed an important point
kept it in head for a whikle but its disappeared lost in the void...
but i know..it will come back, soon
At which point next stage commences
And oft hinted at best ever screamy song, the architect his one he never even paid the screamer what a conman Roger Waters not surprising hios whole so called rhetoric a con to make only him look good on Israel pally..
spacedust everyone else spouts and you get even iller in the head
Anyway oft just hinted at best screamy song plus the odd reference to lead (99% of my words and imagery are 100% my own totally original and i couldnt do that before one gradually discovered even ones evil lost user of a mad celeb obsessed vampiric mother was a cheerleader in
i lie accidentally in that her vampirism wasnt obvious until a year after i started to let go...
so she never even created anything positive with the fancy well coiffured slime comin out of the side of her mouth....
anyway...
for some years it hurt....as (yet ANOTHER gently forwarded argument with some old bag today they will NOT allow you to say 'there is no hope' ...their fake hopemaking is how they avoid being bog cleaners at St trinnians i guess..
they trade on it whist doing nothing ever ever ever)
of course one would never have even a small hope of renting a dog kennel in their hopeless fake slightly upper middle class regions of only performative hope so as they keep their fake jobs in the lanyard sector rather than end up behind the till at Lidl..
But nowadays i just laugh along 100% with what was great art in its day...
(i think the sexy rather fine legged religious one fancies me actually the way she...notices me these days....last time EVER here..)
ooh and this is just today several days after i have given up bothering me to have anything to say on anything serious even if i have thousands of little piucs that prove acedia is too good a word for your worse-than-italy vile
little Aisle
Narturally the vilest Itis flocked to like flies on a discarded designer boot.. the blood of the anal Sardinian gang.... r*pe still fresh dribblin down its side..
what aa waste as some passing junky ate the other one assuming it was some fancy special pasta or it could have been recycled into being a useful pair for someone not caught up in their vile artless lack of any taste except babyfood like pasta..
(even here is infected with i heard the local hoodlums the other night looking all footy hoodlum getting bored of the footy ...actually saying "lets go back to his for fresh pasta we've just made ..." rather than be proper junkies like most of Italy was in the 80s... )
