Monday, 12 May 2025

butter-sElves

 that's maybe a better name for them..

ADHD being so old cowboy hat (as the government ministress did declare i have the recording, of her obvious despair) common as sheep muck

in REAL countryside

(for god's sake don't popularise 'fragile x syndrome' its time wasting enough when SUPERB young commiunicatrixes have to get in their pithy acronym

by default

in line one

seven syllables, or is it eight

 will waste even more of THEIR precious time...

and mine 

" was your mummy's fault..

and dad's too, but that's between me and you"


even if rather treble entendrent


one can wotsup sing, just a minute ago 

almost as good as Mister Domingo

she makes me so happy


especially when she knows its not about me

only her....  and HER ambition, to upskirt, Tate

 For which she has not only the mind

the glorious anti-sounbowlb babes of her (stolen by them from HER) Penzance

genuinely sexually weaponised ultrababe dominance

("NO! theyre stuck up enough already, they dont need 9 grands worth of augmentation

lets make Cornwall a proud county, for REAlity,  and fuck all this  shufflin' nation

of nothing but rich slaves to the property they sold off to ... Ms. 1992, too)


If Tate as much as saw a clip

he would give up, failed, his porno-chix

mere second rate manufacrtured cheapthrill 

inauthentic slave totty..


This one's good enough, diversely underprivelaged,  perfect

anti-'hip' 

REAL "warrior" Queenenough to 

 wipe that knowing  smirk off even their Mister  De Botty




But it's that damn ...

even scotch addled  mcGilchrest 

can't out viewcount him

 Alan  Watts and his near poetical "divinity"

still fuckin' it all up from the other side of his personal infinity

doesn't exist death does.

No idea whats next or forever so now you wanna BE

figurin' the now common good.

will have them  all  even her Imoan

 the Nutcrackin' Songbird 

diverted, until....  i can stop long enough to collage his

rancid older age into somethin'

convince her he's just another wolfy sheep in the same antique herd

And she ....alone....  has the words, 

and character to make anyone even me... laugh.

Not at. but with...


The End

backwards only now filling in the spaces 

between the dots

(the so atomised eyes wide shut [ thats not mine cribbed from memory]

incomin' lady drivers)

between all these non places

So that we can redraw the right map.

of just a few solo urpright, straightfaced, one faces


Which was impossible to find...until io did.

Full time for two years!

Failure is so so so much more spiritual/creatively stimulatin'

so what next don't exist,  its just .. for them.


 




Private memoir, don't look, i get obscure

 ... thirty three years...my ohh my

As if yesterday, but a whole lifetime into the next universe (all that must be stopped, too.. Quantum wave theory its as if its only just been discovered a bit too late for Mister Tolle to toll you on that unknowable one..)

war breaks out Sarajevo...we watched... together at times..

FF a few months a 


(OOPS LAST POST: 'key posts': i haven't even started on Croatia yet...  basically when they have been dealt with, any REA:L "serbian warrior" at their embassy

 will have me compulsorily

on their  poetry

wish list and tourist brochure 

with or without her

never mind the only  real poet in history to rhythmically

methodologically

get Serbia 

rhymin' with 

labia...


no smug Croat (quite rude too in fact, put even the poutiest Serb to shame ...and there is an HONOUR among real walkers in that they offer to share their snax...ALWAYS... sat above a lovely bay in my fuckin' country! gettin' full on sincere .. " best spot to see the seals, here... " )

Is gonna tell me they are seventeen  years ahead of Serbian  accession, at least...


anyway forget her (and her gang) for ..now...


Thirty three (or maybe two i have notes, not here) ... 

Christmas ninety two i guess

We...  we... looked after quite together

The lovely (just a tad Pretty Woman affliced)  half breed.

mum from one side of  the 'border' 

dad the other

by about 5 km 

the border going right through her heart...

and thus ours too


And the next summer I drove said halfie 

and her bestie

 the very very very sulky pukka Serb..

undertsandable her true agonising heartfelt  genuinely 'traumatisin' ' tragedy

most of her folks splatted by the other lot

an actual good excuse to be silent

All the way those 300km over to the lovely Aberdoveyan beach

Her and I ..and her three bundles of joy.

A year it took me to get to that perfect joy

And common good..


Except i realise these last few

especially today .. atchin tan best one, new


said to the NAz the other day

" i have absolutely no idea who she was...  two whole years then quite a few off and ons..

no idea... could have been from another planet.... 

still don't know 

that's the truly English..one"


Until it crystalised..

the eyes

of the stream, of fairly fancy four wheel drivin'

Their look. 

Arrived here (as past region)

Nigel year, then 2020 by the legion


London tractor between their legs

Lost .. a bit nervy... out of their environment, 

a little discontent


But when they hit peak-flock of loads like them

once wonderfullest mother hen


became...


It's the stare: "I am in 50 grands worth of largeish four wheels driving.."

Even in the small dull little towns  never mind lanes 

and poppin to their local Spar, 

as the've done every day for years

its the  sharp focus only in their frontage

the complete 100% " don't you think i will ever age"

"I am NOW ... in charge of my country cottage destiny..

nobody ever existed, except mine and me.."

 

Which is so sad as in a big tank (when an old Polo will get you just as far just as fast the narrow roads so utterly bereft...of even regular passing places, in places.. and no ice ever.. hardly any mud, even)  

especially...one is so not in danger, above the fray 

on may just perhaps now'n again

take the time to notice others ...or even smile

 Now i know who she was.... 

all along

my my how one can be so so wrong


But then i come from a region

chameleons would be road squashed

hidden in the real roadloads of mud..

 or die of actual natural  freezin'.

rather than 


oops...nope.. maiden and 'head' 

are an insult to real virgins if Miss Understood



Free workshops...

 (POST NOT FINISHED UNTIL 0730 13 MAy..)

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oops see below ...  (words... BAbb i think it was)

I am always on word duty these just a few months ..lasteryear...





Now...

Long ago - fifteen year'n ago to be precise... he came on to my radar

(Haidt is on ALL 'their' radar meaning every awful grooming pimp who is ruining your children, probably except for Tate... Meghan, Ben (Shapiro) Jordon-is-a-Moron... the very forgettable gay one ohh yes their big daddy Rubin only good thing about him he doesnt remind you he is gay every third word...  all of them....and The Guardian no doubt, never mind Channel 4... have there new bible of Hate..
knowledge and thinking....
apart from the fact that ALL the 'disorders' started well before Zuckerberg sucked everyone down his alogorythm method to endless anal up the bummery..
It is obvious to ANY parent even 3500 years ago: got an issue with someone, stand up, gracefully fight back or white lie (i have a recording about this 3 years ago somewhere) " ehhh mister lovely to snog you at the disco last night... thanks for calling 17 times this morning... i REALLY did mean it i think you are by far the most handsome bloke there...  thing is out of the blue they released my ex this mornin' we all thought he had been given 5 years for runnin' over the boyfriend before him's expensive poodle...with intent .... seems it was an admin error... anyway i DID love him bigtime he is LESS hansome than you but he has begged  us to have another try and keep all poodles or ferrits at a distance until he has had full time therapy...  but look i WANT TO BE FRIENDS with you... really good friends as you have sucha  beautiful soul... maybe even you and him could be good friends too down the pub ... our village  pub - he moved to the nearest bail hostel to me isnt he a sweetie.." 
means you are guaranteed to be BLOCKED by him... forever
the block button did FAR more harm than the 'like' or other such tech poor hateful HAidt too one dimensional to ever even think of...

(copyright me by the way ALL opimnions and facts expressed are unique facts from my own head with the occasional Bob line woven in usually italicised...i didnt do that for the big fat venal  judges they had to google it all..) 

 
But Haidt will be forgotten by history as soon as some next excuse comes along for being terrible parents always...
Burkeman however...
Jesus christ i have listened to 'the super boho i am a naturalistic freer rangin' version of Alain De Botty .'.[ publisher to The Burke: " try not to be so De Botty.... a bit more sweary-druggy perhaps..? to keep up with psychoactive Sam who has already convinced anyone with a small bit of brain so as to con him out of free subscription... that LSD or magic mush, even buckets of vomit  recycled after the Yahhooooasker ..have the key to unfuci' up all tbe fucked up minds....
 funny that its known as 'pyramid selling' .. i have many new pages to share soon from the midwinter research to make it as clear as day...
(you can't really search/google " conartist shaman" yet as we  - i mean the world of catchup cvalled the internet which is so so yesterday...still...are still on various other Ponzis from the past just being figured such as manipulative conartist  yoga sex cult - basically when i do Dot... i shall be crowned pod_queen of even her realm... 
"how to change your life by cutting it up into little weekly chunks" was invented about 1950 in YAnkeeland and almost everyone with a mind saw through that years ago and there are some quite good docs on that...







The Burke though believe me please ...free money back if i am wrong

is the latest most insidious version of " i am almost as handsom as Knaussguard.... and speak kindof London Groucho/old hipper fart lingo...and once read a few books on physics/philosophy  ... once had a truly dangerous cocktail.... etc...  without ever LIVING through hell/ tragedy/ being NOBODY AT ALL..[the real key to actual 'evolution' or change.....AND always sleeping perfectly].."


I put in the last line as when i fell fully  in 'love' with the giraffe last year at landlope.com ripes MANY more vids of her and i still to put up)   it was a slightly perverse pity-love even if she made up for it by bounding along without ever moaning on our paradise day of PAthway roaming...

Even she... a superb lovely European ... her smile REAL rather than painted on

Her laughter from HER belly and not from a page of Burkeman as she's invested ion some dangerous Ponzi man like him or Tolle...

She... (this is at least 75% ..!!) told me she can never sleep properly.... she was 2 hrs a night for years...

so often i encounter this and its so boring as we know that anyone who is stuck in that tragic mode..is no good to anyone on or off The Road..



Never mind NONE ever can manage to know the fine European tradition of 





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.. .. 


Just part of the final Road Trip as i said to Widow NAz - thats my knickers name for err...:-) big big smiley hahh hahh real belly laughter

I need team titles, as part of the cast of characters in the 20 year 'nOddyssey

" god they're so so lazy here they rarely trim the growth afront the roadsigns..and then there are other signs"  which is just a reality check - mean... ing "see their  postures! god they all hunchback shuffle.".(as SHE echoed,  !! none of my opinions are EVER without backstabbin "bird" backin backup even if it should be "watch your back"...)  

The pained expressions - funny that my long chronicled reality check with the superb historian and his photo shoot, he said " we had a splendid fine childhood and adulthood..."


 




The aggro to find some free power to now..





Anyway righty ho... stopped.

My my what fine atches i have found...

SOme key posts, to NOW;


https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/05/the-power-of-now.html

A bit too much about the actual zen of vanning.. meaning when the truly fabulous younger one and her first run out, and even giving to me a great thought about how things CAN just be, and the day after i wrote a whole film in my head when previously i never could...

But even better she understood the 'territory' thing - roam a fairly wide one, water there, washing stream there due modesty and necessity not to get arrested for "lewd behaviour" ...  poo pot washing  spot there... quiet church for recharhe there...

But she kindof broke my heart a bit as i really did think... she would be back for 'more' of her wonderful input.... but what d'yer know..i shall never again ever speak with a younger ster...

(as the educator on saturday said to me, theyre all beyond it, will get you arrested for tough love...i could see in her utterly gorgeous dark deep Assyrian heritage i would guess, perfect eyes, still as a dark vat of finest first pressed olive oil, but left in the basement to go rancid and dead, her beloved student's mums.....all got SO fat [i see at this moment here where they park up]...   but for now thats between you and me)


key post # 2... I need FEEDback!

My ferkin ADHD elves  - several asked errata ordered:" cmon what do you think!?" And i write down their great lines " she asked for seconds" ehh and many more...


https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/05/well-i-didnt-lie-nor-do-i-cheat.html


Feedback in that case maybe the ONLY thing they understand is make a voluntary donation in my coffee machine or else!


key post next, oops we're not doin' very well there i hadnt even looked

nor finished it as its the ... roadtrippin' to being so totally in the 'zone' thats a bit fun, whereas every single adjustment to ones beggarly bowl is a chore and anyway only takes away from what (to quote BAbb, " it renews itself every sday"  - The Sublime that is ... as if to  prove the point of WHY it needs to a typical Hay-on-Why the fuck be "human" and bother to befriend HIM 25 years ago... the default lovely old godfather of the lass....  sort of wiseish sometimes mentor - world famous musical mentor...  me the only one attempting to counsel him when his wifey dies... never mind " Jeff  50 years of your Oxford donnery plus some ok stuff on The Sublime still just between you and me... but for posterity, history, humanity... we need to capture it now before you croak ..[ at 90+] .... cameras and videos were invented about 100 years ago, nowadays [2021ish] the next generation its their go-to place so wipe the egg from around your face and ...talk! ... and share yourself  at least via me...." nope.. all him lost to obscurity...[knowing i an uneducated trol had caught him up on what 'it' ..is... but always gave HIM credit..] 

 .  his 'GODDAUGHTER' as good as... goes to the country's top literature degree university.... and he has a large fabulous old library... some of the rarer ones bought for him, by me [ no other functional children or helpers to do anything ever] .... and does she even get  a paperback left to her in his will...?

Fuckin Hay... made them all ill


to the point ehhh....

(i have such massive real lies and deceit, by all the church ...must be turned into actually bounteous shining light - 'energy' that will be so translucent bright it will shatter all their shitstained windows.. . Babb is one, warden of his sick little soul.. not even able to have gratitude he had his wife for so many years.... spend his last merely moanin' ..feelin sorry for himself... tellin' me how sorry we must all be for himself....   rather than bein' a useful part of ANY small 'community' needin' a BIT of sane 'authority'


https://mendicantralph.blogspot.com/2025/04/crowdfunder-write-up-3-april-2025.html

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/funding.html






one of a series of arty farty fotos trying to get the reflected window behind me in the perfect position..

DRAFT first version one of many


my my they have some big words for their con...

I shall use it on my bills to 5 or 6 so called Christians whom over 13 years...my my theyve wSTED ALMOST YEARS..OF MY PRECIOUS TIME.
only FOR THEIR BENEFIT I NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING....


OOPS ACCIDENTAL CAP




OH YES... as  BabbScott and Widow NAz agree - voiciferously!... theres this van bimbo gets mounds of your cash to meander about moanion' about " ohh my its so terrible i havent been able to wash my hair three days what yucky scuzz.." 

also she made her money as per her video evidence by offereing the biggest con ever at..
(fill ion soon) a famous 'healing' festival 
paying her to stand around looking all hip..all the usual latest generation of hip gear on their hips... bein' all workshoppy so she can go shoppin' for more hip[ stuff..

with a big bucket and some cold water!

"therapy" ....

thing is..you can see it in her face, all day she  video edits with such .... whatever
....she doesnt sleep well either....


i am ONLY interested in stage 1...sleep...always no matter what

even through the worse 'cancer scare' ever...

which turned pout to be a Ponzi scheme on me... 
the guaranteed death mole  explodin into bloody certainty
just 
dropped off one night whilst i was as usual sound asleep

(2020)

But i cannot lie, especially as my ADHD elves do check ion to see what big daddy is wafflin today...:  for FREE...
all the best stuff - how one can survive years of stuff worse than my ONLY heroine Yevgenya of The Whirlwind...
sleep well always...and be "human" enough to do the one thing you cannot fake when it comes to my ADHD elves...  sleep...  have reliable sleep, which also leads to GREAT memory...

(butterfly brains is far nicer a term especially as theyre so high functioning they are all in top 10% of one or other existence past or present, they'll deny cleverly theyve omitted to remember IMPORTANT lessons... so blame it on the butterflies too... back to them SOON XXX)


Free..... real modern day Montaigne,  How To Live...

or chose Burkeman .. he has to sell himself... he is so crap
As i have heard for many an hour many a year

Don't believe me though, believe thge data: i am observed always sleeping, well 
99% of the time...


That's a thought...

 the opposite of fraught

Nearing the end of sub Odyssey

second year

I have such absurdist Jean Paulist  jolly good fun.

(in a land where "satire"...  may as Welby,  talkin' into your own bum)


In a truly self immolatin' life-affirmin'  way

I kindof like it, here.


(only due the fact i have 3 1/2 splendid convertines...

 none of whom EVER whines

" ohh poor pity me, 

my peri men-ohh woe is we")


And we do sort of DO 

what needs to be DONE

even if in first rather scrappy draft

But that's the real 'art':

despite them.


Being as i knew years ago:

pretend-o-therapy: you're in a twenty year odyssey

and....

Well, the and is the biggest hardest word to define.

Now it's really kairos time.

They hang, a bit, on my every word.

As long as it's repeated, 

ad nauseum 

" you don't half go on, man"


(realising a few months ago how 'politics' really is merely repeating the same ole lines

time after time, to the same people - "ugly" if one must ..be as ignorant and rude as Meghan DAum

about poor childman Sam BAnkman Fried...

"politics is showbiz for ugly peeps" such a  hackneyed 

Siurfers Against Sewerage  

effluent fluent

non phrase as if you study their king Charles

Eisentsein act.

 You realise just how BAFTA actory 

is his whole heroin in their arm, tract.

I believe it makes you rather dozey.

Just like ...

NOTE TO SELF! XXX  insert here

pictures of "community" centre gatherations

using 'SOMA' as keyword for their cacasita 'celebrations'.


The Tragedy of The Commons

https://www.google.com/search?q=tragedy+of+the+commons&rlz=1C1ONGR_enGB1138GB1138&oq=tragedy+of+the+commons&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOdIBCzY3MzU5MWowajE1qAIAsAIA&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8


i could have SWORN was one of the original Eisentein books 

 him a  mere Johnny-come-lately in this  hall of mirrored sunglassed crooks.

Not him in fact, Gladwell i could have sworn.

But I'm not perfect memorising what created the false dawn.


(so will Suzy admit: " damit... the last few months havent quite.... 

manifested all that powerful new economic boost...


[ even number one 'bird' 

 ' she's seen the HATE there now i have heard'

the only one EVER I allowed to

steal my birthdata ...and  screwdriver

back into my eye.. rather than find a purposeful use

for the astrological noose

around even Suzy's slightly more literary neck

... 'luv, you got all that loot yet your charts promised?

... nope, ready to  grow up yet ?.. friggin 'eck...

nope...she'll just be pissed

another suerb example of THE hardest language in the world

why any finest 'bird' needs help, to Bee herd...]


... pride of course means 

you can't even admit to me...

no change in your means

despite your 'for SURE!' astrology"



why am i warblin' on?

Merely because i can.

Despite every single one of them...


Now I reached the 100% for sure journey's end

Never even wobblin' around, any blind bend


I could..... reverse, 

seems the best way of avertin' the hearse...


Near end of year two,

back to her somehow...

A year going back...

wards of court, all mine real preshusses

in tow...

tally ho, 

Lets ... make the anti-road movie

on the way back

 

Except this time

I know how to reuse, repurpose, and monetise

 every so called 

eco-aware, "community" (grant paid for)

desrted and wasted





 

wow 85 million views i discovered them  and real actual "human" dancin'

when the stupid English 'musos' still were debatin' whether



golly gosh whats THAT... i thought i had seen all the shit versions...



 i shall have to ponder the shamanic double entendricity of takin' the piss out of 

about the greatest song in history

 

..anyway yes Rory or  

 ... hahhh hahhh.... Rory or Justin.... 


what an entree...


both had talent.... only one learned to let go

of his own jerk-chicken little state and


find the actual stairway..... all the way there...


And ...in the only decent Road Trip to ever soon hit the silver (linin') screens


About a week ago one mornin'


Only Rory's perfect let go all the way til the wheels fall off and burn

number came true in ... the best atch 

most poetical and 'romantic' ....of 'em all....


Anyway... back to the future: we....could go backwards?

hmmm....

The power of Now....

 ...we're in business; smiley kairos-now emoji

(all they ever were, a failed business.... modelled, on about 3000 years of con)

And there has to be one last communique... (i just SO SO love it when they do that... 'diggers, dreamers' can't even take one real word of real human comment. good job i photo-back-up every hilarious lament)







Now power



TEN MORE VIDCLIPS TO UPLOAD HERE NOW

from a perfect zen van day

a week ago




















Unlike Eck hard Tolle Road...


i don't cherry pick what makes ME look nice and sweety  and smiley perfect Mister super enlightened zen god...


I hate filming me at van HATE..its truly horrid even if necessary because of their failed business model as i tell you now NO one lives in the 'now' in the whole SW their main refugee haven


As i like to be 90% of the day just walking a splendid quiet pathway in the middle of nowhere... it is a genuine against MY common good looks and splendid bouncy arse and legs to make film sat down... anywhere near a stupid old van


and i have tons of bouncin vids from the last few months

but this stuff is more important

for now

especially as two years among his 'disciples'  - almost one and all...

 i have the Road Movie of why it didn't WORK




"speculum"*

 ( i would have millions of readers, dribblin on their seat edge.... which cliff??!!?? ... will it be s/he...? if you knew the ongoing STORY - it's all the same, 'connected' dots to dully thats: dull, ly, join... 20 years ive been on that meanderation among a truly smelly nation...)

" what a splendid new word..."

If elf #3 wasn't so ... [censored]: 

"Lets shine a torch up it.... and inspect every single toxic dribble ... those you do 'for The english to see'...and those like viscious whores who even hide their 'sexuality' - even if that fine young man with the best breasts i have ever had the pleasure of..



was a Spaniard twenty five years ago ... [its in the substack of great "wise" refection - i am 100% modern multi dimensional multi media experience... and know how to knit]

... in my gob until, " ehhh nope not possible no 


(ehh heres a REAL comedian who bravely crosses the pond ... even if foolishley stayed here...)



 hole..."


where was i ohh yes what you do Not hear is often the actual truth..


I love her even more.... 

as her words of a quarter of a decade ago,  poetically rebound...


What cunt that needs a good investigation from the BBC did not seek a 'response'


"The Ministry of keep-us-out-of-The-Hague... declioned to issue a statement " to...

News at nine  thats 0900 my lunchtime every morn a REAL days work by then..

item 1 something about some silly shopoholic who wants to swap his jumbo for a chinese version duty free

item 2.... (you did not hear as the BBC went to the same balls, and had the same fey 'bisexual' boy lover..)  "we asked the Ministry of genocide for a statement but didnt even  receive an email back, the underclass call it bein' ghosted, or the usual bad mannered woman who cant ansswer anything vaguely real... just huffs n puffs......[ the rest you did hear] ..to the recent statements that Briritish so called Special forces, Army Navy and just about everyone else by the believeable sound of it... 

over some years maybe even a decade 

 went around Afghanistan shooting  dead, not a bit, but  fully dead, 

handcuffed raghead kids.... probably even in the head... 

never mind women and a load of poor bedraggled beragged captives, in their back..  

 pretending to give them humanitarian, aid"  

item 3 ..  i forget

item 4..i forget

item 5 " oh yes and the so called PM is making a live statement about how he doesnt understand that all immigration forever has just been an Afghan head to kick around..political or knot.... but Angela the Former Sov...was in no doubt:  we'll have a million or even two....... quick run, this way if you please...... nor would we ever be able to afford another million to wipe the bums of the carehome lot... as even the fine Germans knew forever ago:  importing cheap bum wipers even the cheapest is not VIABLE..[ as woz rit in estianddad. dotcome or was it liesdamage.com 15 years ago...]  "

thats the economic certainty of what is the family...the only viable way to stop bumwipin immigration...even if i like Angela the Murk... and bless err what a thing she started...the murky endless " we the underclass or otherwise the bottom third need the shineyest new  motors, cowboy hats, GAP shop gear.... rather than ever actually be prrsent, parent or bumwiper to our most beloved old dear...."

.

You wont hear either but interesting even they left him to number 5 on the so called 'headlines'...


No point speculatin' a whole dodgy war criminal nation..

That cannot even do basic maths....

And this will be forever...

Time to leave.... forever


* splendid new word of the day, English really IS a lifetime of learning ..all these new joys1 .  I'm free... as rather good guru-head-teacher ..i just call guide.

(ugly) hashtag, i need more readers

 soon, and as i still don't ever hashtag as they're so ugly...

it's up to you

but even the elves will be stuck in that silly new paradigm

( his "wise"  material.... 

so few are lucky enough to be his very few clicks

this is just the quick shared version theres a full-on, free, extremely one-to-one intense, workshop, trainin' course, whippin' ass  version ... the most perfect candidate she called me "wise" and also knows what it's all for... but the best of all  - all our  kids will know, 100% authentically.... soon to be enthroned in her rightful place: next generation mother hen.... via our shared light material of the best of all culture film and .. 

daily dosing, of strong black coffee instead of poncy cereal...  that's  true 'compatibility' .. eternal)

well there are ways...


do come back i have so so much from ten years now, to weave into two years not 'now' as the now years are merely only about how to understand the then years


At the end of The Road  a trip to their temple of...

I still cannot quite believe or describe the 100% conformity

Even up in the bookshop cafe 

her sippin' her sugary tea

In fact impressive at first 

" my schoolkids well they needed to be given a tougher 'get over yourself' daily dose"

And then.. ran away... to her horrid other coast

Even after noddin: " fiar dinkum junkies and steroid addicts yes aboundin'.."

why do the English so so run from the actual truth of their surroundin'

Even when they so yogamatically agree with every jesture and 


" that book over there the LATEST Burke.. fancy pantin" 


...hmm thats a rather good new word, yogamatically... 

And yet again proves what 'zen' is as i have so little barttery just check uanswered email,  a quickest charge of phone (from laptop only on 12% and not even thinking of what one may warble iof this page opened..just type and

something comes out...sometimes rather rhythmically..

 it aint me, babe.... it's just

cos i know how to really be in the 'zone' ... all the way... which means to not even Be

never mind Have...

to have become nothing.

But  something other.....


certainly than a whole town of only conformity

to faux bohemenian  " ... look at me" 


seriously now, simple rather old backpack, simple rather worn sandles, simple ordinary shirt and shorts 

simple, I have better things to do with my time than shave my head (also symptomatic of body neurosis so so obsessed with their 'small things'... each and every atom which may disturb their..????)

simply the eyes the windows of the soul and


(it was so funny she got it: "look at him... mirror shades on checking his look in the mirrorlike surface of his mirror like fancy van, mirroring to him his fat fancy gut...and nuthin else")


And without a cowboy hat nearly mid summer !!!  

even on a not very sunny day!

And the stares you get!!! 

(i know it is my posture too, tits out chin up ish... back up straight... always despite their 'hate'...)

 




Ok, so 'now' to quote the silly man...

 The next phase did begin.
Even if ten years in the "maker" ing
(when the rural arts started to term themselves makers to nett some Charles Eisenstein fey man, whom will never ever actually, 'spiritually', speak of his ten year pension contributions into some South eastern conglomerate's potted plan, she the archetypal  - as my TEAM also has seen, shaman Queen.... seeks only to breed with...even if they're both rather past it, and should be onto the next phase long ago.... having "wise" things to pass on to their unborn children as they never had wise time to ave em...  so yes ... the 'maker's making

nothing

other that pseudeia.com

sugar coated jam

boree

     that's really when it all went crystaline  pear shaped... but we - the we-lot, my preshissssses... we have them in our

can...

preserved just for you.... 

and those spikey little crystals, 

when you know just how screwdriver in the eyes

dangerous, and sanded down

[ my callin'  most enthrallin' 

no errat so so boring!!!

now they have to be monetised

only ever for THE COMMON GOOD

feast your eyes

soon)


Sunday, 11 May 2025

Define 'precious'

 when America was fully fat and fascist, too...

Hairy Hippy (junk dealers, so they weren't) not just

Easy Rider run out of town 

but shotgun wedded to Cormac's Road, too, boot

Ronnie Raygun on the throne,

BAddest boyBush the first his turn soon


The brave Pythons .... ehh no one said that

merely jolly, good chaps...

cashin in, 

all that redneck din

will make good material, next time back at the office

figurin fine Ministry of cultural soft powerisation


  


whereas today's so called comic

Never mind minin'

two years hidin'behind a podcasters mask (p3) 

and office no turret

ivory tower down some soho street.

" no way out, i'm stayin' here just in case some sick people i may meet" 

At the very moment when there's actually a 'conversation'

Maher at Don's for dins

K junior not yet fallen to Big phrama's  AK 47 assasin's 

pings...

And worse than armalite

to his own smug unfunny forrid

Britolite's 

so called comic,  so  smugly horrid

 and coward

too scaredy cat to  even... 

watch Don't look Up and   see there may just be hope left in one bonkers nation

That can still laugh at itself just a little.

My daughter liked that one allowed PC game, Stuart Little




(his comedian of choice,

 he thinks i  got ALL my 'voice'... 

by suckin out every arrogant little half melonin pigmented 

half "human" half che Guevara t-shirt,

 sadly by his Clash made demented.

nothing but cats piss poetry and slopily fermented

[ i see they're all heretoo...as if cowboy hats just invented and bad musac just for you]

well, that was just starters...those three years

he better prick up his Little man ears)




Reform...

 ...ed ...

Proves the point. The Reformation was for a reason...

Even if Master (not Mister) of it annew 

got his directions mixed up

Too.

Reversin' back up turdencriusted back passage marked

 The Enlightenment was here...

in the next version up of reverse gear.


Rather than really reformin'

the junky's joint

chucked away for good

That's the point, creates an actually better 'uman.

Let it be understood, 

all choice is impossible.

Such as then 

Way back when

"  not only's the music commin; back, the fey gods of it too...

 hmm two grand a pop, front row lass, 'n pop.... 

well, the rambin'-on-mobile... ebay ... swap the well used seats  for one night only , two....

if the junky, managed to grow up and be a man, kind of  mark two... 

smili'n at his junky tracks... 

in the, no it can't be the greatest of all 'come backs'..

wrong; 




right song"

what a superb ferkin Sartran (JP) intellectual use of their semi colon

Talkin of bums


now  ..... 

The greatest of all road Trip numbers

In the days before a 'gay' artist 

when a new real actually ferkin talent that is in another dimension

comes along, despite comprehension:

'snot possible to sing in an as yet unknown dimension

From beaten up small boy nervous exhaustion;

or any ole'bein 'other than the majority


One thing i would have never guessed

A Road Trip last port of call

a few decades on, now i get  the whole dam blob

why they stop and stare in carparks and some perfect acth....

Never mind  him the fat brown man in his Che Guevara T...

Vistit some shopin' town even Sunday morn


And either it's the GAp [assumin they still exist]  magazine, brochure

or 'lifestyle' mag...

But i had no idea that every other one's, 

tryin to look like the one and only uncopyable unique

James...

Whether up or down the back, Ali..

is irrelevent when you can ACTUALLY write great Punjabbin' poetry






Anyway good for me knowin' why they're all so towny-depressed and nery too

Because This whole county ios only townies, not Pathosts, or Trackers

(other than to show off some fancy new Pear shaped watch, steppin' up to Heaven, via the gate

 - to do her yet out of sequence "gates fer yackin at lass whats the difference")

 

Anyway the End of The Road, for sure

Was merely to understand just why she;s so hissy..

even if fit.

If every single person you ever see

In her pastiche of a land called London, by me

Is actually only ever dressed up like they're in Camden, or Oxford

Town slash Street.

Pity the poor fishies, never mind slimmer times ahead

All that prozac, guaranteed will drop self harmed dead, too.



 In fact now i have been also in the mind of Homer

Got hos sneaky technique.

Wander around your home town Smyra,

lookin for someone just sane enough  to share your woodburner

Then observe and record  every single one

 reduce their grotesquosity by a factor of at least 

fifty percent, insert telettubie, for actual tubby steroid gorgin' Somervillian beast

Or a nice sweet Cyclops for the local real meal deal

Downrate the local bought bohemian population

Crasses predictablest shopping cart nation


And  no one would believe even the half safe version.


There is no way in poetry or verse 

or performative self harmin' or wose

(i really didn't know i actually mean what i say 

bein' i avoided their shoppin' towns

and boys in girls gowns... ten year ';n a day)


just how one dimensionally straight out of the instruction book

how to lifestyle dress, walk and look


Everyone became.


Not one actual novel bit of anti institutionality.


'treally is The Truman Show

My off my,  back to Bolivia I must go..


Or at the very least  some Pyrenean mountain beach

safely out of catalogue, reach


The End all Road Trips must end with the knowledge of why reform once worked

(poor Former Sovs, wouldnt know the meaning of 'change' only Pieniążki

... And created  false notion of whom to be.. next, before understandin' whom their hosts once ..were...)





Anyway just in case i die today before i settle down fully forever into musing mode

 A few who do know me..

"nothing special about me i merely retained some good oldschool wisdom... Ralph the first a superb sceptical thinker taught me to not really trust any newfangled Pharisee

plus the fully mature wonderful mother hens

generally sorted out us wayward blokes  even then..age about sixteen"


 On my training course workshops the last year

random, free, just them and me


" shut  the fuck up...  

listen...

take brown boys, maybe 'Rotheram..'.. 

i know for a fact i cannot know the actual facts

maybe a  handful maybe a small town full.... 

of 'groomin' gangs...

I will NEVER know the data and the nurmerical numbers

nor will you...

but i know one fact.

Take any medium or even small town mainly 'white'.

The majority.

For several decades maybe more

skinny white ones... 

bit o' bumfluff, 

" here ... have a bag of good stuff.."


'Spice', then...

 

what was the one in Clun on despite her pretence it was mainly the bottle

I sat her down in the 2020 kitchen of the old bag

on her nag, on actual amphetamine

broke my heart

The "speed Queen" off to an artificial kick

start

https://illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com/

i never knew...


Her mate i had to ACTUALLY therapise

so the padocks were maybe safe for my girls  bright eyed.


Just keep it to Becky, nearly 50

Liver dyin' the data said.


" so before we get to what actual treatment or help,

 miracle if we can 

the whole stupid country self pity moanin' ... 

pretending to be spreadin'  "be kind" 

sprayed out of a can

as if automatic coverage 

a truly sick age..

None of them (who offered) ever turne dover to the next page

what ARE we going to DO

To assist her not dyin' so young, too...?"


Forget it..


 Anyway back to the pointAs the chronicles like divine comedy do relate

Data perfect whist rebuildin' her rotten gate. 


 Even her, Clun, smalltown sweet nowhere

Some bloke - wiry paleface 

"bag of this love.. get you nicely off yer face?"

Yet another  - makes no difference what sex.

Though it didnt happen 90s quite so equally

'groomed' lured 'coerced' into from what i understood from her hour after hour getting to the kitchen table truth

Really gets you into another 'headspace' ..irrational. lost, actual zombie

Where any old young fat or  or wired up wiry whitey

" no more cash.... need some more.... well, you wont even smell my unwashed for days.... 

open up up and a quickie pays..."


In other words, in fact maybe we need some other words

realtive being the only word that matters:

relative to proportion how many brown boys 'exchange'  

something for something

And what is 'force' when whitey dealer 

knows full well

she'll do anything for her mothers little 'healer'

in his bag

 

Another day. "racism" not a moment of doubt 70s  90s  The West Indians  fearin' the BNP clout

But i wonder what its really about?

That's gone as good as for now...

I'm not sure if its not now

'moneyism'


Generally speaking  brownboy  be he Rotheram or somewhere else

Seen as poorer sections of so called society

I know one fact: for ever young woman got the bad end of his deal

In whitey lands its ten  fold  times ten

times more horrid damage by sallow faced whitey 'skunk' dealin men


But Faggarge wins...

ignorance.. 


All i do know my elsves know 

"shut up with your opinion  mainly a bit warped by warped utterly ignorant media so called opinion...far far more whiite men harmed far far more white women even if its theioor parents fault .. not to make sure they know what its ALL about...  intelligently."  

its amazing how many times i hear " yes i agree i need to shut up you kinda got it bang on... i wish you could be mother hen"

But i am not stupid blokes have NO authority in any way for at least a dcades in these societies

Their made up 'strong men' 

And no one ever ever cared about a small minority who as they are 100% entitled to be, want to be 'women'...


(rest of that speech another day)


But its the preciousness

Even the hardnosed skunk sellers im quite sure use ' emotional intelligence' 

"i have empathy".. " oh you are an 'empath' so so fabulous

 ok a 10% discount on your bag of pills..

maybe you can hex [oops errata even they dont have any sense of wry humour left, so serious about their..product as a one way tiocket to eternity]

 me  free of my traumatic ills.." 

all of which  is going to be so hard to counter pendulum swing


Anyway all i care about is communicating some sanity, kindly gently..

but useful-authoratitively

Myself being part of the 'problem' importing a non first language mother tongue

Due my I dont even know what borders ARE ist 

way of being.

I know one thing above all which is 'shared lexicon' never mind  just shared meaning of many quite simple words.


A truly good example 20 years ago before it got even more BAbel with all the new lanyardist bluehair words like " empower" which i still dont know what it means as i knew many in fact most fine young women in even 1980... who gave as good as they got..

and thus most of us really did behave

And any 3 year old (officially the science says) knows what "fair" means and all wages, parliamentary numbers CEOS the lot should have been 'mandated' equal about 1978

alternate terms babe and bloke in charge

(factored for actually bein' woman, MAggie certainly was not but that would be something ist so... no system is perfect)


and leave aside maybe one percent (as the census of 2021 said) for the " i dont knows" .. say what you mean and mean what you say and society respects that if it is an actual fact...


Anyway  i belive ion more or less open borders... but am not so stupid i dont know that 90% dont and thus with nett [ i believe its nett] 500 thousand still incoming/ year i would lay a bet that Nigel will be the next  Small Swingin Dick with his German "bird" sat next when takin' tea with the Queen which really is the ultimate absurdist biscuit..


But keeping it simple...

 my faves the Former Soviets... as i discovered they also have on average such fantastic real learning within their usually finest minds...

Nevertheless likely wouldnt even understand that twenty years ago if one said " precious" ...all these new arrivals in places like HAy-on-Wye [especially] are" just so so precious.." 

(this  word does NOT mean egalitarian/ Green/ Internationalist/ Universal Humans Rightsist which anyone with a brain knew were good common sense 40 years ago)


Basically it would be as insulting as if one said to a finest patriotic Serb " your mother was stolen from a Croatian orphanage   and ... [fill in your own version of  white boys will be boys, and of course MUST be civilised far more urgently than any relatively well behaved brown men...who rarely drink either ] ..."


Its really about the very worse insult   " s/he is a bit precious'...  you can make about anyone ever...

As we all knew, then...but you wont even find in your advanced dictionary and certainly NEVER 'google translate'...

SO if i were a Former Sov i would only sleep with linguistically pretty superior, self taught, styill-love-learnin'  literary English men...

  



"politics" (yes we were all too effete for ...em)

Driftin' off after the second arf...

Of actually it was even better the second time around....  The sexiest old bag on the planet gettin' her head eaten off at the end by a dino "bird"

I hadn't really taken it in first time just how yes she was Meryl, The Orangeman...

true genius far too clever for me... (hers and her writers)


 




put on the second half of

(this is quite serious yes " this was the election that was won by the podcasters.." i.e. actual media as three or four years ago the 'indi' lot began to get more eyeballs"...and it is quite astonishing how every single one of them Rogantoo literally suck at the patetic small  stiff one of superman Sam - he is literally their god.. they bow down to the ,man who cannot even say " in my 10,000 hours of meditation you need to do to be as zen as me... as i have sometimes pondered there may be other ways of dealing with the tragedy of OCt 7th than exterminating even the Palestinian children [agent z told me, from her front line role,  they get toxic from the bombs .. eua de  bomb ..  mists of bomb smell... the children mainly play in as nowhere else to go.. unreported in your hyped up sillyman media the bomb vapours slowly but surely vapourise the children that dont get actually vapourised in the first place ... vaping lovely bombscent .. fatally]....   maybe other ways of  dealing with it all in such a way that  [bigwords] the nett effect is a total 100%  vengeful kill them all if we have to, too..." .... the one worldwide 'mind' that all 'podcastistan' [sams word fair dinkum]  hold in reverence as the eternal new man WE-truth teller ...as i hold The Vicissitudes of the Clergy as a wonderful funny real politique... Sam is literally their god.. even  deadsoul rude 'sam BAnkman is just so UGLY' Meghan i am quite sure gets juiced up just hearing the words from her non existent team 'Sam put a  complimentary comment on your Substack..' ... )


and the most hilarious words ever in history

something like "[ son of the most fake dad in history and his poor fake unartistic kids riuined for life by his alcoholic fakery] Seam Oko Lennon tweeted that i was some DAnte poetical perfect Shakespearian commentariat..."

being the son of the WRORST EVER artiste in history that attention seeking sour old moneygrabber supreme... 

(grabbed my own Judas the first mum for afternoon tea onetime i wish i had been a fly on THAT wall) 

knows ANYthing...

It beggars belief...

We-man Sam the very first top of the eternal tree of only cantly vanity

And not a brain cell among him and his mate Sean..


 But the bigger biggie " woke is.. [loads of big words 'intersecting' his very short circuited  wiring system unable to ever think of anything grown up ever except ' i meditated therefore i am...better than you, pay up'......suddenly over who would of thought that... i didnt"


Is such a child..

I remember well wanderin' up the very small tourist trap Hay (" by 2010 more EXPENSIVE womens' clothes shops oops errata boutiques, than bookshops..") high st mutterin' to myself my ohh my its got so...PRECIOUS..here ..even here now..." 2002 or 3...


The Orange  fair dinkum even in his incoherent fat bullyboy childspeak...LICENSED  ... 

the  start of the MAYBE-end of 'woke'...

But 25 years of this... 15ish  of full on bluehaired lanyarditis... amnd thats just the boys dyin their pubes nothin' better to do like take part in its only ever 'polityics'..


It will take a huge amount of real hard work..

Real hard solidarity and bloody battlehard

" watch my back please" propriety


to even begin to "DM ME FOR CHANGE" 

any of this back to something slightly back to 

tangoin' all the way to the perfect balance

 once 

within even some dreadful old English public school boys and

all their hang ups and insouciant

sexual deviancy


This is what we call "second sight" ....  the real world. Not spiritual mumbo jumbo when you have nothing else genius to say....

and the cultural construct (as any anthropologist knows who dared say) of everyone has heterosexual sex in them,  even the most deviant Bonobo the great anthropologist who lived with his tribe of them 30 years reported in.. stuck it in occasionally..

all 'ism' or sexual label is as fragile as they all became (though not really deep down)

 And when the waters come .. and dampens em with tears or 

widows weeds

may float off downstream  before you can even say "fairy godmother"

with three days stubble and a lovely pink frock

But it doesn't make anyone any kind of deviant anything

Its just the way it is in their mind, 

and Live and Let it Be...

until they get bored of it and move on to the next fashion or fad.




That said the WORK that will be needed to pull it back into a centre that one can hold on to...

poor little Sam... children use big words, and quickest assumptions
Grown ups know change takes many many a year

But comedy, only,  gets you fast, into fifth gear





 

 





As sure as ferrits, are

 (as i tell 'em, one and all

 "ALL i ever wanted was maybe 5 or 6 reliable ones at my wake,   

being that if 5 or 6 promise on their childrens' lives they will attend..

 i shall be lucky if even 3 make it to the party to celebrate my end"

Just three maybe good role models

for my motherless child 

[sorry, definition, is be a bit "human" and there are clearcut lines

and rules]...  simple, not even my  mistake

one can never ever rely on any word

out of the mouths of almost any ... [ of their herd]

over the cliff as without any oldschool propriety

 there is nothing ever but "me"

which is no society

or "human" ity

Thatch won, 

sucked even the pollen off the dancin' leggy

 stingy Bee)


In the fullness of time

unlikely my lifetime 


Now i have a small ... 

" dad where do all those naughty one percents come from?"

opposite equation 

of all this insane self flagellation

maybe 0.1 maybe 1... percent 

sane, rational, and know me


We, collaboratively

Can take down from his  pornographers perch

The silliest man whom ever did besmirch

The other lot, for what they are not

And instead, what they sadly did become


As my preciousses....do indeed know, 

exactly where all this will go.

Unless someone, whom understands, 

it, dispassionately, DOes

The very best almost surely hologram impossibility

Its almost as if the BAbbScott lined them all up

Provisionally, 

Her tryin' em out for size and yes dull word propriety

Screwdriven eye or her back, awaitin' 

the unruffleable, bulletproof one

( "she Mrs wrinkled ole' 'shaman'  ..its absolutely Divinest Comedy

.. after her first line of intolerable over the line, pure  bitchy hate

... its like now, she wants my babies ... if it wasnt too late

her sad bored control freak richwoman life...  

'sybarite'  [defined]  unfullfilled  eco wife

me i only pity") 


March 2006.... couldnt give a shit indeed near forgot

Their Honours " we shall reseve this  for later on in the year"


Stood on our hilltop cave doorway in the light


" esti... what on radio1,  EARTH is that!!?? turn it up..... dont ask me what the deal is.... but its like the music dies, it fizzles...it loses its way and soul.... but nown again...it comes back....  and you have just heard, it  ...it wasnt DONE...yet... it will die when its done.. and i though it had but..i was wrong.."




.Now... reasons Mister poor Little man and his fancy sunghlasses Tate will one day forgotten and overwritten by a better bible on ' them' 


Never mind 18 months ago " ohh please if you only remember ONE thing  that book.... a few years before you became chief chalice armed pointy hat... please can you help me find 

[this is how insane and evil their so called AI Is !!!!...]

https://www.google.com/search?q=%22the+vicissitudes+of+the+clergy%22&rlz=1C1ONGR_enGB1138GB1138&oq=%22the+vicissitudes+of+the+clergy%22&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOTIHCAEQIRigATIHCAIQIRigATIHCAMQIRigATIHCAQQIRiPAtIBCjE0MTA1ajBqMTWoAgywAgHxBfFlsxa6vD7i&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8


as a rare book finder general...  i have searched high and low... we wandered in to your old gaff 2008 ... only as it was the wettest so called summer ever ... ST Davids i used to make the rudest jokes ever about the priests and all sorts and we were so wet over there a few weeks at the coast.... in a fit of weakness i even went in to shelter from the storm... your builders so crap it was flooded....

anyway  a bit bored went down into the basement and the display case had in it an old book open... 

' and Reverend so and so stealeth the vestel vino.. swilled it down in front of congregants... goosed [ [ in ye olde Eng 'gooff[double s] ed'  the churchwardens bottie...  spewed ][sic!!!!]   all over the front pew... then swipingetheth the loot from the collection bowl ran off into the hills never to be seen again...' and the whole large foloio page was full of similar accurate reportage of the real truth, no opinion just the stories that had us absolutely pissin' in our pants adding to the already watery flooded cathedral floor. ...

 no judgement indeed it was the most human thing i have ever seen....  empathised with their clearly rather conflicted plight...

poor priests were just as 'human' in fact rather more by the sound of it, than their so called flocks... 

Jo please if you remember one thing i need to know if it can be found anywhere ....i did NOT imagine it... yet have never ever found a trace of that 100% real solid book... ever...anywhere... please!"


So why am i insane and do i expect any change from 18 months yet more large amounts of time creating on the behalf of some old bird dyin'  

a team to actually keep her alive yet again yesteraft another half an hour on saving HER life!!! 

 we're up to about 500 now at least... 

and even a smiley  'cancelled' ex lady  bishop " we are on the same side youtoo fucked up where you had 3 fine kids...for speaking a genuine simple truth!" 

cannot even keep to her word ...twice...  " we must get you back in for a meal with us.... i shall look at my almost entirely empty diary and make a date with you." 

Tate has always been on the wrong perch....

And every word of chronicle of the vicissitudes of almost every single one..  (the Greens always worse than the so called godly lot) .is treble backed up, too






oops i forgot what the 'errata' was

 ..little bit of 'mindfuckery' interuptus


And before you judge, 

Even if he wrote the worst film of all time 

they ALL - especially the bought boho

'adventurers' emigree to South West 

or even more evil HAy


merely want to play out bein' Withnail

til very very old sick man


I still remebember his name

Catch me if you can

I am a real hero, called Dith Pran


Nineteen eighty four

effete young man

even if part time Saint Exuperry

" what am i nuthin but a user, 

lost lonely 

purposeless self abuser

Walking out of the Snotty Hill Coronet

winded, lost, tearful, for him but memore

I could never in a million years be him....  

I am not the same "human"

Small nothing, could never dare


But Bruce's greatest ever feat of imagination

Brought into others lives

what just who knows when could be 

even infatuation

Never mind her legs astride sexual gratification

(with MRs Bruce until that Boxing Day

Soph's atop her ten grand nag, 

Cruella Devillin' in her eyes

"a poor helpless for  huntin off we go..

fuck the lore, lets see what skins we can bag")


Mindful of her just for fun

Until " my ohh my another fake  'flowergirl'   'chic'

dressin' up downtown Hay 

Almost just for me...

(i still have the note i changed her defalted tyre

dropped in later to inflate

something else... 

as 'mutual rustic benefit' 

there's onlly one kind that matters

Ice Maiden barbed wire knickers drives you mad as the hatters

of Cowboy land leathery

to cover up their inability...



 Anyway to the point

" it is not ever possible I could be even a smallest bit as brave as Dith

file him away as  actually a hate crime against me - making out i am nothing unless i can be just a little bit of him....  which i could never be.."

Thats "traumatic"

Thats so so so hatecriimey....

That puts your balls 

(near,  my memory is pretty ace Most of The Time..)


Widow Nazaret is the first woman with whom Florentino Ariza has a consensual sexual relationship

but what the fuck is that 'consensual' nonsense he is a virgin ... a virgin is a virgin.. a virgin has fucked NOBODY be it man woman or dog or sheep if you live in the myth of WAles.

SAm HArris really does have a lot of work to do him being so latest episodery, knowing " woke is over by a neutron bum upits neurrotic same sexed  or indeed silly opposexed  arse banditry"


NAzaret has The Flozz's bollocks in her teeth

" one false move matey and  we shall see who's on top.."

Not even if The Naz had mine in  between hers 

chompin away " be brave or else"

could i be even a bit of Dith


But then over the years

Bruce havin' so brilliant writerly inserted him 

into my mind like a viral MRNA

vaccination against my own effete inhumanity

(fair dinkum me and almlost every one else, 

a whole generation of self interested insanity)


He too over a few years


Just as Dith's writer in fact the only other one

ever said to me... (in the fish queue 2006 i remember it to the day

due to what i had been up to the day before)

"  Bruce... look ehhh... shes a liar, said divorcing

irrelevent but....  in my terminally frustrated sexual pantin'

I discovered i could bring her home with me

as if we are still there in my old van

in the flesh, [windows steamed up to make sure the stream of coppers

wouldn't sea the lewd behaviour ongoin' their HQ  nearest parkin meter] 

doin' what we should have ..been...

.... even  ... days on... my minds eye, is almost better than 

one on one".


" metoo mate... "


shame he couldnt also imagine a life without the ruination of the 

grape addled stupid nation

past times.... all he ever had to recant

when passing sixty its even more ...

in the moment ever present


Any time you want.


All my business sexual anything is a privateish affair unless no one will ever actually tell the interesting bits in which case good art should at least try a BIT of bloody groovy truth


All i recently decided ...is indeed, even if it was a fist equal of about five maybe even ten...


LITTOC


Is the greatest  book  of fiction even if i know he 'did' every one in his mind as market research, ever...

oops first equal with Silas...

what we need, now....  is a female 'hero' in a book that the whole world can revel in as having also found the quay to  true no matter what 'BULLETPROOF ' genuine centredness and peace..


For gods sake the data is they live longer so what they got to moan about!

....  as ,my elves ...disiciples...have been trained to at least see through as just all in THEIR mind, too...


Actually errata

 Or rather first answers


Even of the Stendhal crept up

At the evil surfer beach 

and vapid facelift two 2 grand dogs bitch

quay to nuthin'

but sour old sourness


 " its at least first equal the way unlike in Bovary

its just moan moan pity please.... she dies of coquette disease

suckin' the pipe of the bling king

to 'please'....

Scarlet and Rouge makes you squirm with

equality and cant and vanity

orgasmic delight

she gets errs and im too

big time final analysis they broke THE RULES

even the self pityin' death Cult knew of in their 

so called Genesis..


Theres rules...and lines

But when the babe form the birthplace of THE actual Book

Ees chasin tail, shes falkin' her wail

Gilgamesh times...

Epicly


when there you are being bartered for her so called camels on [censored] beach

And she doesnt even know her birthplace

thattoo of the first ever book

Love story or not.

Whole planet's lost the plot


Anyway...

long ago and far away

I just want sure.... 


I mean you caouldn't really even then, well you could actually


Love Actually is a matter of fact just one biggest ever stalk

Years 'n years he couldnt get her to talk

Or reply to his many missives

Nowadays of course a hatecrime to even think of 
well, anything


But the only question i ever had
Was is this the real Bible, the greatest ever book?

The Flozz and his .. 'healing' 

Every other woman in South America he gets em moanin'

His way of handlin'

waitin' such a long long time

For the boat babe 
errat he was the boat MAN...
And needed some last dance down the 
Plate or any old river would do
"Fermina just me and you.."


Now i realise why this book is now in a foreign language

The Widow...  quite rightly

(i think it is more 'romantic' 
2017 to fly the GREATEST non fiction book across the Atlantic
errata stalk your way across The Atlantic
and define 'romantic': morality dignity and decency
in Ok if we must 'Byronic' nobility
means it is within the RULES it must be done
when you know it is the best non fiction book maybe ever
so put it in the hand of a booklass in at least the same Continent
Now or never


 

So yes back to his 'widow'

(Navarin if my memory serves me well)

Nightly she is wailin' 

howlin herself off to sleep in her existential hell

(at Florentino's mummy's place)

And Fleorentino's mummy knew

How to get the smiles back on both their faces


The Flozz had lost his first and last girlie poss for good

Widow wailful baleful sexpot, 

hers,  surely terminally, and lost the plot


Mrs Mummy Florentino Azzis

However, like in Uttermost

wehere even the ancient bongo bongoists

knew exactly what role and place every woman had

and (her) toyboy gardener in training too

Knew what widows, were for, and exactly what to DO

with her death, pain, angst and Eatsenders screamin


Send in her son with a pat on the head

" poor thing she needsa  Yogi tea and a bit o' consolin"


Death being the ultimate hard on!

Mutually

Beneficial

Now i didnt know that or i did but until recently didnt know how the so called English had divorced themselves from even that ferkin "human"  anthropologically 100% for certain

(as Uttermost did not have any agenda, rathera  simple country man - shepherd, like metoo...

South Americas First whitey one.....or at least in the bottom half)

.born n bred, 

just chronicled the FACTS he daily saw...

one tribe ok pretty friendly and splendid sexual usefulness arangements

widows 'trainin'' young men in return for a bit o gardenin'

and past their sale by date, 

send him off to go get a  fertile model, 

but still there as aunty-helper

suckle the newborn and keep the coffee on the  aga

fort him and hertoo.. no avarice, or  screwdriven eye..

As she needs him in fine fettle for her fixin'

Be it her garden fence, rotten hull,  or gate

No jealousy or hate..


" i once tought him to shag,  now just mates

and i just love bein' aunty to their new little nippers"

All very utopian but in fact mainly actually anthropologically for certain.

I believe Lucas.


But how on earth did Gabriel get all that fieldwork in?

I mean widows, whorehouses,  and naughty boy even endless 

'affairs'  

under Equatorial arches, dingey stairs

well....

i always wondered. 


A whole book  - after part 1 ish

she makes her mistake.


Of the best kind of bonkin' 

give and take

Perfect lovesharin' human

rarely any rent assumnder


by jealousy or deperate too long  unfucked hunger


How did he DO IT!!!????

No man 

not even in South Am

Coukld possibly get away with endless rumpoin

pumpin others wives...

widows... with actually nine lives

and young schoolgirls....

(LEGAL!) sugar daddy but ten times more

his best friend as in the swelterin siestan sweatiness

they friendly lay

How could he have done this....????!!!!!!


Its not conceivably possible to have rit endless

so enjoyable fux

no time wastin' dancin with some

 TAngo mad "bird",  ducks.. 

[far better local lingo idiomatic Understandable as never 'offence'] .. 

must get in there and mutually beneficially

off to heaven endlessly




How did he DO IT!!!!!????? 

The best rumpy pumpy book of all time

which as everyone extant is as a result of  a good rumpy

rather than the pandemic of the other kind


Now i know

as only one I have ever met has 

ever  said, " i too can fuck em as if the real thing

... even if i had in my nose an owners ring

[ i just add in that for poetical emphasis 

i never lie or take the piss]

.... merely with [in] , my own beautiful, mind.."



Moan

 So, even then....

(this is out of sequence there's a whole Coastal Pathway load of natterin'

74 

they had her moanin about some made up Heaven's Door

ohh pity me I'm so hurt and poor..)


Down their smelly  dark beerstained Troubadour




The one of five fifth equal greatest "bird" sings of all time

Couldnt be  for a forged  beggars dime


The Troubadour  - define:

A dusty moustachiod man

Somehow got his axe into the gaolhouse yard

Thats intelligence way beyond mine

And in that 2003 fiercest ever midsummer sunshine

He serenaded us with songs of how to ..live

Never mind take none of their  courthouse nonsense, seriously


 But of course, there's time ole baddies and their tanks 'n bombs

We... wee younger men 

Even 1980  ...well wanderin' London town

ON marches, gatherations, "dont keep bombin' the men and women brown"

Fast forward twenty twenty 

or was it the Next

Year of our Lord above what a splendid  best ever spring

Wanderin Presteigne Town

(someone knows my fall-in-love-with-opressin'-NAzi

story...  the spring before

in The Spar queue

  her NAzi springin' into action, 

flourescent cattle prod: 

"theres not a meter between that one and you!" 

"oooh Grace do that again you  alive  magnificat and your sunbared shoulder

i could die now of  happiness

 no other  existed, a meter yonder

or  fatty (BBC)  MArchant Wadler,

just me 'n err)



Anyway without any doubt the meaning of life

Is. 

Don't deplane 

in the Northern hemisphere

Ever again.


OOps  lost ,my plot

Spring 2021 as if delivered on a  plate

from heaven, for having persisted this HAgueworthy LAnd


(yesterday " 200, thousand stolen nippers commemorated in some plaque"

bet their so called mums  just stood and moanedtoo

rather than as the finest Bolivian mums  2003

'fuck off  YAnk, youre not taxin Even The RAin

hundreds died...murdered .... 

tortured by some Black Rock or similar operation

Yankee Death Squads owned that whole nation.

Until the REAL women  just said 'no more' 

Three years later, three hundered of them dead

No More.

Yankee (slightly British lapdogged)  tyranny 

South Americas first ever indigenous Pressie

Earned their own kind on the thrown just like you and me

BUt i bet hardly a one of those 200,000 mums and dads

Actually fought  back or even argued when the child thiefs 

may as well have been in Saddams BAghdad

... why of course the British state i am sure as ferrits are ferrits

is quite possibly the number one child abuser

worldwide


oops back to Presteigne me wide eyed

" ohh my god..... all my life ive had a PAlly-girl tendency...

and [photos maybe a year ago, here]

its like ..heres the most beautiful  skinny one of all time...

standing in solidarity just a metre away from...me"


where did we get to ohhh  yes so Britain supplies 15% of the F-16

they do say, it seems.. (or whatever equivalent detail never maketh the man

 - those that end up in Zion's hangars... 

getting fitted with British brokered bangers) 

I should imagine maybe 30% of the spyin'  high tech

Maybe 25% of the sky tech...


Sum up a  too long dull exterior life:

Stupid me 40 years of prejudice


And the likes of perfect Sandy cultural almost  'wife'

Never ever again.

Their moanin' death cult Heaven

The whole damn continent

GO South young man

to where the young men


learned the HArd way...

how to earn,  the gold your deserve

on your beggin Plate






(on my first of a few  - NOT ENOUGH! peace marches 1980 Trafalgar sq then the occasional Palestinian tail chasin' forray back into of course one must support the little guy, and gal....  if someone had said all of GAza would be quarantined - from people, boot em all off.... i would have said "dont be daft the West, especially UK,  will be in uproar...marching in the streets ... governments will be overturned... ." how wrong one not only was, but had no second sight: ehh some pratty ex banker  bloke in a  Union Jack Tea Pot, 

  goes and staeals all the tea coupons and may even get to be

next majority

which isn't 'Strong MAn' politics is 

people    just lost the plot

(and forgot to listen to a bit o the right musac now'n again

cheer you up, bounce along

indeed as he stole and vampired even my once Princess Yankee

Margret, just blame it ALL on Mister CAve... 

quite astonishin' only two of his so called sons,  didnt make it much past twenty ish. 


one more genocide as sure as ferrits are ferrits...

THE BIG ONE..all my too long dull life

Almost every goody goody Greenham Common Babe 

Glastonbury festival goin raver

Castle MArtin Common man and his Plaver

" we support Palestine!!!!!!!"


And no one any more, even cares....

fact,  wont even much notice....

too busy i guess only noticin'

The next thing wrong with them..

or relation' 

to moan about...


Rather than gettin' out into the sunshine and pathway to a bit of lovely fresh air

pantin' up and down the 

highs and lows of sucha  splendid Track

Until there is no high nor low

only consistency

(and a fairly obvious even if banned word in HAtecity Gwerk

morality)

The ayahhooasker drove, i guess, even her beserk