Now as waffled - this one was going to live in "the PROS of live in vehicle living " but really it is tri-purpose
Or it may be part one yet to upload. But i will...now.
12 feb 2021 As stated - 'they' but it's never any individual, it is merely a long dull state of their minds, that has a net effect of they "steal your story". Endless assumption endless inability to stop and think what one's very carefully chosen words, mean... for 5+ years.
Now my story is miraculously every day a jolly splendid new dawn. I do miss the sunrise part of it but beggars - cos of them even if every bit of gibbing such fun in nett effect, can't be choosers... and that one pic above a sunset. As sunrises were obscured there by a hillock or so..
"Awww it looks so so idyllic up there on the very steep lil' road "
Type into Oggle:
"road presteigne to spaceguard centre"
and not only does one get the longest route that goes up even asteeper roads to ferk the clutches of those whom arent used to hillock roads...
you even get
Ignore SatNav: The Spaceguard Centre explicitly advises that if you use online maps or a SatNav with their postcode, you should ignore it for the final couple of miles. Instead, stay on the main road approach and follow the specific brown tourist signs pointing to the centre just east of Knighton
now.... any sane purist who likes how human bodies are 'embodied' the real version, knows that using a paper map is FAR more efficient in every conceivable way to their electronics.
Not only as i sometimes use as shortcut language " you wont meet any other aircraft driver [ 18 years] who handed back their most desired piece of paper almost in the world the Commercial Pilot ticket, when their lass was born as it is incompatible with her future..." also even more important, even then " and i shall never use GPS for anything ever... as it degrades innate human sense of direction, spatial awareness never mind their stupid satnav still [ that was then, but even in 2026, wont take you to the places you wish to go, knowing how scroffulous 99% of humanity IS - aside from them ] ... and never have"
Never mind some stupid voice made of electrons nagging you so softly so as to distract...maybe just when a rare great new song comes along from her the Tiny(ish) Singer ....
Who one has to save from...
WAles.
The above picture is actually on the road that for a fair bit of it IS the 'border'.
One should always park on the East side verge... for LEGAL safety.
However who would want to bother if they knew the truth.
So, not only was around that time - '21, the one great park up around and about here https://maps.app.goo.gl/6HzNHyc1L8jB6hFEA even if i have far more accurate microviews...
Of the human shit left in the middle of the one nice spot overlooking their shithole lil' town of 'death cafe' lanyard clad pimps...(even if the Dungarinees havent quite made it there yet still holding on to the Swestern concash..)
Anyway now this is to be a whole big two chapters, just alongside that lil' hillock road... where around here, far better photos soon ,
https://maps.app.goo.gl/qT6VZ6xa8gEmpHvU7
you can see I am quite sure still a true work of art: quite extraordinary in effect. An area of about 50m square - actually at the highest point of this road, which is many years of black plastic that has merged with the planet...
Which is not the 'fault' of some fascist farmer, it is the fault of one of the dozens and dozens of performative greens in the valley below - who for decades prance around flouncing their goodiness.... even The Mog... NOT daring to make sure eco lore is applied, nicely to himtoo...or offering to help him perhaps dig it all up nicely - even "over cake" as it seems thats the only way you get the diggers out for some decades..
so it doesnt blow across these rare unbuilt in hills....
But that's one thing.
The real 'schism' indeed started around then.
The Spacies suffering.... so i wouod menander up and ask them if they needed any help scything or in fact as a few i curated around then could be slightly trusted to do...
"i can set up unpaid for you an EMERGENCY PR TEAM.... save the spaceies... get a bit more footfall for modest donation.... their fine [internationally renowned] work under threat... ... " as they had moaned to me face to face - about the only one who would pop in that first 2020 winter and again '21... "get the leaflets out emergency and make for them new signage as theyre too lazy to do it selves..."
(in fact they had in 2019 a hundred thou or thereabouts new leaflets printed - still boxed rotting..)
Now that's one thing and the whole region for 20+ years merely worked on ANYthing to get ones personal spot on radio 4chan...
And then tell everyone over cake how worthy one is - the elite ..
But another is something real: to be in discussions with a rural landsman the only one popped in from time to time to say hi (having delighted in their science talks with lass late 00s) parked up around..
THEM bleating their wood is rotting..
loose 'contract' - word is bond, agreed.....
but theyre a bit tricky to get on the blower and then (having a vehicle breakdown ) over a while emailing and leaving voicemails " continuing form our chats..i could do this then at the extremely low price of way below minimum wage...in fact i love it there so much would do it just to park at end of your entirely unused large drive up in those hills... in fact its through neighbouring farmland wont be an issue...i vaguely know the farmer too.."
So...you give ANYone a few weeks to catch up with their messages emails and all that.... but there does come a point when one says to onesself quietly:
"no ferkin' manners anywhere any more...even these scientific publicity whores ..locally living like me for decades.... no longer have the decency to get back to the only person around and about who's said as he loves their work, and science... count me in for some mutual ben - me scything down the brambles that you are too neurotic to pull out with sturdy gloves on or even scythe.... as you are in such fiscal defecit....black hole... and Wales Tourist Board couldnt give a ferk about you as youse English..." ...
Anyway the above is fully pictured videod / recorded.... as the moment one realised that twenty five years in their fake themepark of fake bohemians (down the valley) and a few fake 'community' minded leaders... mainly the big fat one who died a year ago... having just turned to 'god' having for 40 years wrote punky songs about such wank....
was all a complete and utter fraud scam fake ..... however - fun 'content', but not stupid 'creator' content meaning bimbos ( of both sexes - aa word originally coined for chaps in fact) with cameras vans and nothing to say... for a bit of Montaignian pamphleteering...
which should be tomes and tomes of reflections... or seditious Lord of The Flies tribute rewrites...
as thats all it ever was! - obviously metaphorically as the adults of themeparkery Marches, merely copied those lost mad lads in that great allegory... for NOW (And themtoo)
Except unless i am super super efficient and assisted even will merely have to be edited highlights...but the 'editing' may have to be chucked in the bin along with their manners.
As really in 25 years the ONE couple whom one had assumed may mean what they say and have some manners left between them.... being neither.
Merely set me off for good
into space
the real one
Swestershire merely the 'source' of their inhumanity
indeed acedie... favoured spelling acedia...ahhhh...
I needed to know as if i had found my own Hubble left to rust down here .... and used it to give great insight.. merely to look through the correct lense of why that happened THERE...a formerly 'safe space' (thirty three years ago i ran away to, to escape the flaky... who were breeding in the South East like parasitically infected (over the safe symbiotic norm) ... vampires of ones time and energy
And we KNEW then.. that there is NO way they could find their way to safer spaces beyond their commuter belt (that ended around Cheltenham - incidentally weird sick hooker central and i am sure it still is)
... just knowing WHAT happened the real versionwhich ALWAYS is the one great therapy - key to a peaceful sun shining brightly every day at the centre of their wonky solar system even if one never needed it.
to be cont....now there just itzy witzy small possibility, MAY be a songwriter - A real ONE, A BULLETPROOF VIOLENT SUPER BRIGHT EYED ONE in tow..or at least wandering the hills... a deux. Just once.
