I mean back to that weird weekend, a few weeks ago, in mentul elf
nothing to do with me
as i know the key,
even if every episode of Farmin' Today
I accidentally listen to each day often starts with "us poor farmers all dyin' of dodgy mentul elf, too..."
yes....ehhhh....
i forgot about three weeks ago down below here.
You awake and hear they are on a 'manhunt'.
(to the one slightly sane acquaintance " well it aint me babe, they said a white man and i am brown")
Bugger me never mind the odd dodgy tyre; my driving license photo has me shaven.
https://www.ralphschism.com/p/mental-elf-roundup.html
And as said 'small things' - all there is in life, such little bliss bombs when that rare stress is over.
So why leave your hair all ratty and ragged....
Having succumbed from 2014 to the dull shaven man look they all adopt?
Because..... even if i have the zenmaster existence ever for several decades, the real version which demands loads of walking meditatively, and a nap in the bracken, and knowing that all so called zenmasters are frauds, 'taking part' is the only cure to mentul elf there is... even if merely bridgeing a local child/parent situation that doesnt need to be all rotten planks...
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/08/bridgeing-or-lay-legal-assistance-to.html
how....ever.... not only does your once best buddy who gave you Mister Bach's one even think of suggesting that...
Indeed nobody does, and even worse a few over the last decade who hint at it, then never follow through.
So be it an entirely warped society that doesn't even know how warped the bridge planks are they're so lost in their hall of wobbly mirrors....
Thing is. bridgeing takes up so much time, never mind getting in enough walking and napping, that a decade back i said to myself i can't even afford the annoying ten minutes with crap quality sheep shearing thingummy, to shave the hair any more..
And let go....
Ahahhh... but the key to life is ALWAYS asking the one least likely to agree with you, the question...
And i have all my parables and fables in a decade of fun chronicle.
Late 2020, so much cycling around that year on old ten quids worth of rotting bicycle - allowed to rot for ten years after the local official 'Green Party' MAYOR AND MAYORESS ... bought two and never used them - leaving them out in the rain to rust and rot after only about 100 km usage - as could be seen from the flat rotten tyres too... and even if we knew them well still charged us 30 quid for their rusty old things..i repaired even if it took many weeks (artistic photoshoot, all.... soon, or one day)
legs and arse in best condition ever... and as always impossible to find any replacement half sane woman in the stix... no Green Party person OR even her of the Ministry of late will ever ever even acknowledge as truth - why the countryside is so rotten... as it takes two to homestead or smallhold..
Anyway ... having had an amusing few months for the first time ever even paying thirty quid for a bit of online " you all say you like nature on Green Singles [ discovered a scam too, especially their profile pics funny how 'conscious' people all use photos from 20 years prior, unconsciously] ... well i live in 1000 acres of fabulous forgotten secret garden overgrown parklands.... so run away from your lockdown or mad masking... and set up your tent here and we can have fun in the sun ... "
So... there is a beast. A true animal. Of course they all have 'Animal' tattooed on the side of their vulgar gauche 20 grand vans even up there in very very pikey town middle of nowhere ... (they did say she was a drug dealer too ..i know nothing as i avoided them all like the plague they are....as well as being number one performative local hair extension dealer ....)
Anyway over some years one couldnt help noting her ... KArdashianing all over the place .. but i had encountered her fruitbat mum and we would chat occasionally...
And eventually put two and two together..
Anyway THE one woman 100% guaranteed to say... "nope matey, dont be ridiculous. you havinn a laff....!!!!! ...come inside....let me sort you out.... girls! we got a right one here to makeover... get the full shearing set out and the disinfection kit i dont want to even touch it until i can be sure there arent any lice... "
is the one you ask...
" .. Nicola... ehhh.... look be serious now.... i just may have a date sometime soon.... small possibility.... this fake Amish babe i kindof like maybe who knows.... anyway just in case.... RIGHT!!! be serious.... obv to use your lingo, i havent touched my ugly balding thatch for some years... neck hair all bonkers too....
i now defer 100% to you
and will follow your guidance no matter how badly you will for certain make me feel
just how awful is it, and what should i do..?"
" ....you know what mate.... i think its great just as it is....."
which has in fact at least three dimensions of parable or wisdom no ridiculous WAatts Tolle or Eisenstein could even imagine...
1. the way to get over yourself is bridge even when you know there is no hope...
two (blogger will fuck around and auto-bullet point if i jot '2') Mister Crosby was BRIDGED for his own good by a REAL 'friend' unlike the default fakes of Swestershire...who called the feds and had him arrested for intl drug peddling as he was about to board a plane ... his own suitcase crammed full of them, and a year or so later he said famously " my pals who dobbed me in getting me a year slammer....saved my life.. as i was as sure as ferrits are ferrits quite rapidly killing myself with them."
3 and never trust a fake hippy
Mister Young who went so wonky in 2020
calling all those who were a tad intelligently sceptical, NAzis
that was the true scaryness of that otherwise glorious year
even if one of the most important artists of a generation
ALWAYS have caution.
No musician i ever knew actually had a mind ever, their art mere intermission
in an otherwise endless swamp of festerism
i would like to be proven wrong
THE POINT....all the hundreds of illusionista/gibbers... the thousands of hours on fake Greens like the whole Green party ;leaving their own NEW RAleigh bicycles to moulder in the Kington rains... never mind rather a lot of bridgeing over 15 years... i no longer had time to cut my hair...
" ohh what a sacrifice!!! poor me"
Until i rando-met Nix... the big sexy beast (prob placcy titstoo), of said tattooed sicktown....
... saying " looks as sexy as you could ever be, to me..."