Mister number one monetisin' misery....
with his fake land tune....about wifey "shrews" cos if he had known a REAL one - the one real one left...
shetoo would'v jammed one up into 'is nuts....
and told im," no muckin' out....no more mucky stuff....
over the aga, or in the bracken with my Prospect ultra-showy-bag, on fire.... unless you get back to work now after a bit of pre landman siesta fun
i'll wipe the dribbles with it..... them on youtoo, without even stubbin the embers out on your bare bum"
but my art, well, she had the real version: of not one bit 'o moanin....
or did she? maybe this one here is the real one, i ain't tellin nobody what to think...
but to make the point and make the necessary just a few grand, to get back on any road... and escape.... the best non fungible as the meanies who look at these in their hundreds and don't even buy one meagre sparkly to put on my black coffee...
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/come-and-get-your-free-selkie.html
Anyway where was i...
ohh yes the ONE and only thing you're allowed to grumble about, in Dooneshire, invaded by every retired high court judge who'll judge you as unable to pay the rates.....
" well bugger em..... these incame lot...... they book you to rebuild their gates...
"my best most recent quip, privately..... must'v run out of Prozac, or had to cut back on it
that as up as much as the petrol, too....
no longer even have the manners to reply, sorry.....
we wasted your time, you could'v spent wastin' it on some next gibber-illusionista wanted to use you.... or so they said,
and diarised loyally in my head.....
ferkin incomers .... their hijinks gettin worse, I cannee even afford a loaf of bread they've so gibbered me this one....
".... one a few weeks ago had me down to hers for just a small job and i said 'ok as you fliuttered your eyelashes at me and made my Saturday morning vaguely entertainment coming to quote you.... all of two hours odd jobbery.... just make it a twenty and a cup of coffee and sarnie...'..... she then attacked me by text for about a week saying my standards were unprofessional as i had a bit of rust on my tapemeasure... I'm serious..... as a reason for NOT taking up my professionally courteous offer as obviously her 'boyfriend' mwas made up too or he would have one would have thought got out his saw and hammer.... . funny that as she had had the same holes in her walls three years despite she said being in a public super 'safe space' all scented candles at loads of quids per hour 'healing'.... .... you would have thought she would have 'cared' enough about her patients she may have cared to have measured out the bit 'o wood needed to make it look like it wasn't a building site, years ago.... weird lot.... and she's one of their main 'healer's so her blurb says... "
Anyway...now i know from a great source where the real art cash is....
This is actually a genuine NFT if they are still a thing..... a decade ago 'the next big thing' ....
An idea in a photo you can buy.... they were going for hundreds of grands at some point...
If i die of Mister K's fine sane approach to life: not one of em are worth living for.... time for a diet, of nothing...it would be priceless before you know it.
THis one from thistermorn is actually priceless so you wouldnt be able to afford it. It is indeed in the fine GNr Ditty " what we have here is failure to communicate"
... there being a rteason none of the rivers even small streams will ever be saved, in that those pretendin' ty#o failed to communicate with the lil' exact same group doin' the same in the bit 'o water next door... with a different name, and Messiah....
Anyway a pic of something that reminds me of the last time i ever actually had a real conversation, they continue, as in very early January 2023
" ahh i still cant find any REAL man who can even fix a minor problem on my jaloppy ....[ or even bother to come out to the car park located exactly here not on park4night or it may be thats a fake thing says you cant stay overnight everywhere when you can always stay overnight almost anywhere
Didnt get on my mid Wales list very quiet if one needs somewhere close to just about tolerable pubs with ok sockets and lemonade only about £1.30
https://maps.app.goo.gl/ALpHDTgTt6xwJjz27 ]
as he promised to in a small town small 'community' of Knighton ive been broken down in five months now....
" which was the ultimate silver lining as stuck here i had to talk to a few i never would have normally and two great things: first i realised no point ever again thinking anyone ever will DO anything about the environment, so i am 'schisming' from any doing....just writing about their lack of doing as a Divine Comedy if i can...
"and item two if i had not been stuck here nowhere with nothing...i wouldn't have had time to find and write my first long so enjoyed handwritten letter to you....
"nor the guts to.... make it between the lines so ferkin obvious, i want only one thing.... you at the altar... make a decent woman of the two of us.... and then we can DO stuff for real youtoo talk about... one providing the other
"with cover... making him seem so sweet and nice when underneath he wants all their bumholes sealed forever unless they agree to shit their diabetes medicines and prozac poo and nowadys killerManjaro...into a bucket and keep it for their own toxic veg patch.... as the sweres will NEVER EVER be fixed in this world and the next...
" anyway off to the dentist up the border on monday i hope they havent beeen privatised too, yet... bloody thing is rather throbby...its the last thing i have to do before maybe heading down your way if i can get my tin can fixed that is.... "
a few days later:
" hi... so how was your day at the dentist and landlopeing around that old town of psueds.... ?"
This is known as communication. One makes a point for polite conversation, or useful information. The next chance one has to resume communication, either party may REMEMBER what was the last pong on the ping pong table and toss it back to them...sequentially.
It doesnt have to be in longform or even complex sentences as when i am speaking with my equal: a foreigner, i always go into shorter-sentence mode, as a sign of respect and humanity (amazing how rarely one encounters even that in supposed civilised enlightened circles, who SAY they so love eff-nix.....)
And what is the truly interesting George Borrowvian real Romany ramblin unadventurous, discoveries.... three years too long stuck in this fetid swamp (except best summer almost ever in my hillocks) is how not one can ever manage that any more, down here...
she really was the last one of her kind.... but made so unkindly that
(one day... but as The Quest says https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SzTfY7HdMV1V8FwYQie5QX9auIqxNtlhFUqBOX3TqJo/edit?usp=sharing something like the ONLY one actually a walking work of art, well she shouldnt be in it, she floats above my art, as the goddess of it... the last one dying of toxic fumes from her shitty creek....
even if there is a double jab in your eye... that Melanie one (takes LOADS public cash, REALLY TONS...helicopter loads - of dying soldiers, her job, on your public cash) the first other one i spoke with... "well when i NEED a dentist yes i know there arent officially any NHS ones left but i awake in the morning - likely lunchtime the amount of makeup she slaps on.... and manifest one.... then i call them up and immediately they are literally waiting for my one call as an appointment has magically just been freed up when they were all booked up for months to come....and they give me a free appointment that very morning..."
"ohh really.... ehh but for those not quite as aware and awake as you... if you all collected together and just lobbied for a once a week vanman and his drill perhaps to come down from Bristol or wherever.... maybe even created a small pay-as-you go fund to get an occasional private one at job-lot rates.. thats what i thought community was for... they do occasionally succeed elsewhere.... then you can all carry on siling your painted on ashram smiles for the rest of life without fear of unconscious besmirchment..... ' she aint conned enuf to get herself up to the town full of the private ones... do a roaring trade fixin smashed up soldiers gobs as sure as ferrits are ferrits.....and on your taxpayer cash, too...."
I did love her look when she saw me six months later at their Hellstoned art gallery after the awful Podger showing ....it was a work of genius perf art sat there using the plug in the cafe...
"cunt's gone and artfully repurposed, disguised .... what i really said to him, me just tryin' to be nice... but i know he knows i i know he meant me.. better smile at him..just slightly ashramly..
.. and he artfully put it in his vile roadtrip poetry we're all reading,
and darent say a thing... .....
just in case....anyone may ever say, he just may have an artful, point [to be cont] "
Ahh i near forgot the REAl artless punchline..i find it extraordinary as i di know a fair few lonely ageing so called 'greens' even recently I'm still attempting to bridge one ....
" saves cash saves EMISSIONS - two per woodburner, saves on your insurance saves your luggage from being carted around with you if you go on a trip, all that older person pee stopping, if you have a trouble 'n strife in tow...."
so I often bridge - "here i know one thats semi sane maybe you should have a supper or a walk.... or maybe a vanshare..or maybe what really keeps you livin longer a cuddle in the bracken after a long walk..."
MANY times i have done such obviously necessary 'community' work especially in far less populated regions such as my last one of 30 years....and at least 37% female roadside rescue " i know a chap.. maybe able to help you keep this old thing on the road..in return for..he needs someone too"
".. THis is how real oldschool community worked, and even bred...
I find it astonishing not one person ever has even suggested " why dont i go and con her into having a coffee at her Black Swan up the road...." or even give err a bloody good talkin' to...
nope.. never... which of course is why the whole 'vibe' everywhere of the Swestershire is 100% fake
They'll only ever do anything if there's money innit....for them
As Monsieur Houellebecq predicted in his finest Atomised
They only reviewed as "a tad Miss Oh Jenny...."
Funny that... how truly inhuman all wussy-woke is as i know for a fact the life expectancy in such desolate places where there is less money so no way anyone will ever DO anything for anyone thats real... like The Marches.... plummeted.
Funny thing...a rather plumetty recession already clicked in Dooneshire way.... as the real down to earthies do say... most of them STILL deny there's even a glitch. your head off if you even relate fact " ive noticed car park attendance way way down from even a year ago..." A fact, they'll end up dyin' of....too.
