Now....

 my  only problem is - long long ago accepting nobody else 'bridges' even if of course a 'false flag' operation - otherwise known as the worst conceivable kind of 'people pleasing',  really doers hurt...

That i know what's in about ten audios made over the last few months - rambling landloping waffling and there is splendid content within, I REMEMBER what it is ... but i can't quite recall which ones got here, yet...

And as you don't have 'second sight' either as all the tragic shamanaians  (the very worst case on The Roseland, so Gweek isn't as centre of things as it assumes)

you won't be able to make sense of me hardly being able to make sense as i can't quite recall what is here..yet

(ohh yes last post  - or rather as all 'blogging' is absurd this merely daily riff because i can

And the extraordinary thing is that i couldn't... and then the worst happens over a long long time and if you just stick in there...for years...amazing Fantasticisms happen..

Anyway a load, as in at least 10,000 aides memoirs snapped over a decade, they annoy me when i put a snap out of the so many folders crfammed full of them,  on my lappydesktop and a few months later i haven't got to them in the ...SEQUENCE ... and forget quite why at the time they were so so profoundly poignant it's daft...

And for a hobo i am extremely tidy and love only an utterly clean desktop so as to tomorrow start annew which is THE golden rule for kids, only tomorrow matters..or what next, not the 'now' so much.

Ok loads of nowtoo but blahh blahh...

but these are standard and obvious:

The Lowland butterfly although every other word out of even tragically her mouth is 

 anything more than a few hours and they get itchy i guess... which is why ..

ohh yes lasterpost or one in the last 24 hrs, fundamentally only a small group over several YEARS working with great fellowship, can ever really stop the shit flowing into said, hercreek...

and butterflies aren't too good at sticking to one long boring job.

And reconnection seems always impossible as if it's against some fundamental rule of how to be 'cool'

well you get what you wish for:

a few more degrees. 

and then my ohh my the best spots (atop the hills slightly yonder just love to boss you about - indeed that's the truly fascinating poetical thing of Dooneshire, a bit richer than PAstyshire, just how many plasticated notices there are all over - clearly the mnost enjoyed habitat of the incame, here... plasticate anything you can 

and as poshly as possible 

as soon as the smallest little bit of new data comes along such as a dog has dug a hole in the common my ohh my the new smart arse signage, perfectly plasticated, i had no idea !!

(this is why 2020 was quite so severe)

anyway theyre gone... off my nice clean desktop

there's nothing else to do than this...

and this hasn't started yet...

hmm what one photo sums up the truly gorgeous not-quite-itis of the region?

Maybe the one at Goosebarn  'community' goody goody vegan organic cliquey centre  (i bet they get public cash - they all do somehow thats all they're good at even if nowadays it's as covert an op as if tghe CIA wre in charge.... you never really know....) and the actual litter littered all around their 'recycling' bins.. i mean large tailor made almost hand carved ones (so as to perform ultra smuggit..)