'Nature writing' (merely to acknowledge some 'other' as equally as valid, too, so IT should sue for reparations, except it knows better than to be stuck in yesterday, only next spring counts)

 Now all i know is that human nature or rather the newer age of speaking about it - that originated from your suburban Lowlands bedrooms, is bullshit.

And that is having spent far far far more of my whole life 'IN' nature than almost anyone else alive, especially in this sceptic SHOPPING Aisle (surrounded by sceptic seas as one did discover,  and had great sorrow over..). 

(note to self even fifteen hundred or 2000 years ago it seems........

a Roman jewelry factory has been unearthed in Mancot and is considered by Archaeologists to be an important part of the local Roman community. The archaeological dig that uncovered extensive evidence of Roman craft activity and brooch production is located off Gladstone Way in Mancot, Flintshire. ..

supposedly to go and sell the bling to the silly Mamon lovin' Romans at Chester, up the road....

which in fact remained the hobby of those within a day's shopping trip for fifteen hundred or two thousand years....and all they really cared about... especially if they were brought up in and came of age in, number one fakesville toxic dumpsville, Liverpoool... )

yesters, even if no point as i speak a different language

and can one spring along 

 ..and i do find it outrageous even if nothing outrages me except performative tyrannies such as a waste of paper on so called nature writing, that one simple sentence could not be used to simply state

" ehhh.... nobody, not even that rather messed up Mister Powell, has actually riffed  in public, IN MY WHOLE DULL LIFETIME!   - no mumbling, no possible miss construing,  THAT it may be approved policy to murder  - thats what  killing unarmed people, even acting illegally, is...state approved  turkey shooting at other human beings in a country that isn't YouEssay"   I heard his words, not fake news or bot generated... out of the new Renaissance chappie's own gob.

https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/politics/robert-jenrick-small-boats-navy-37762155 

Perhaps the just as outrageous matter is that (apart from the FACTOID that europe has itself -  nothing to do with the toxic aisle, really rather bolstered its own borders.. never mind stuck in the electronics at most of the ports ) i know myself having made what i still wonder about as mistake? fallen for a yank mid 80s... even if she had a good book to pass on to me, I believe it was on my maybe third People's Express in a year over the pond, my ohh my talk about the third degree at Immigration! I think he was called Eric. Four hours held in detention " I'm gonna grind you so down  you wont know what hit you and your quicklimey lil' spec of nothingness...  and if you have even had a dream about overstaying your tourist visa, never mind working here,  i will find out, by going through every mote of dust in your pockets if i have to....  and deport you immediately.. regardless of what colour you are and any sob story about there being  one of us you love.... "

And nobody has even told that story ehhmmm as a sort of counterbalance to the 'narrative' .... and i am quite sure it won't have changed.

(aghh missed a bit, so long known that eco matters are really a matter of 'class'  - even if   you can't say that...  and now what do we have, " come here and get a passport too after three years as long as  you have a hundred grand in your pay packet.... but if you're a cleaning lady  go to the back of A very LONG QUEUE...  "  well thats really rather a matter of largely class, too, if you ask me ....  how weird ... but so dull...and i am only ever on the side of the cleaning ladies, so.... . but also dull for the hundred granders, too,  as in a pretty diverse life i have found that  basically only the humbler ones are ever  even vaguely interesting ) 

Holly Cow! you can't say that

ahh yes even if nobody will 'get' it, back to baggery

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

As all i care about is a REAL 'lifestory'.

Not that any Lowlander can pipe down long enough to take it in.

Shame that as it may be good for them.

I should have been propper dead many years ago.

And have to face the dull reality of having felt splendidly teenager all summer.  Being there's no point, I'm not playing at life. Nor adventuring. 

 

Except if the 4000 little unfed fishies take ones words 'literally'

 they are as stupid as one of those ridiculous AI pilates adverts.

Or anyone who does pilates when there's wood to chop for the old cold  dyin' ones...

'pon Errock ill...National Park back then.

And poor  Oggle for puttin' a red squiggly line under 'pilates' because you don't dignify it with a Capitalisation...

When in fact it's the end of civilisation.

Right....now... how on EARTH does one get the energy of the last sevenish days, into even one book.

Never mind an obscurantist arty page, designed to show up how the lippy so called performance artiste, even if she was a Serb..

Was merely playin' with your labia

And in fact true art is....  well..... of late.

And only one is to blame.

And her lil' red dot.

But even if it will be devoid of place - for sure, name and any so called identifying features (As he demands that, all he knows is the back door out of his preppie)

to becont

And you 4000 meanies can ferk off to some other made up place

 where just like you all they ever care about is not losing 'face'...

This space...

oooh that's a point, now... the most important thing really is why Tito should be disinterred, crucified, and chucked down the bog as unable to take the best of orders from the Ruskie elders....

To hear from her  " dont ask me what its like you retard... its SO VAST...it never stops...it goes on forever...." 

was gorgeous 

But then to ask " so errr...look tart ive read as much Tolstoy AND Turgeeeerrrv as you... but what about love, luv....what do them  your so show-off,vast, muvvalandferkers say about lurrvvvv?....." 

(Its the look you get from her, the scowl ...)

"look i KNEW you would start with that play..... i wanna KNOW!..Ive earned it...nobody else has ever critiqued to you the superb real feminist  self actualisation of the tart who  tells the Rupert to fuck off back to his first class seats as she loves a humble cleaner off to the gulag with her....and thinks he's more of a man  even if they'll stave to death eckerslike.... but you can have tea with us in third if you want...you may learn something about how actually to love... in Resurrection 

MINUS the last two pages  the ridiculous Jesus bit,  which should be torn out and not wasted but used as rolling paper as wer're off to the gulag...love;....tell ME ! ive earned it by worshipin' you scowl for long enough now.... youve realised i aint some fake butterfly visitin paid for by mummy's L'Oreals, who i bet monestised gulag corpse gluetoo........... you're the only one made it tolerable...LUV!?..... LOVE!?" 

" it is NOT permitted to...speak of love..... it is known to be unspeakable of..... [ scene direction:  all the energy of every fake black hole in the universe except Matt Haig's wanky compulsory Totnes one which was eaten up by an atom banging into it by accident, and giving it a fright,... is lined up on the horizon as a TRUE 'sublime' anger awe and all of beauty in one look]   we are sane....we know you must not TRY even to describe love..... it is not describable, nor figuarable... nor put-in-a-bookable........ it  just... it is a crazy thing that just IS..... do you understand...reetardd ..!"

Now...one Ruskie was enjoyable...but two....

Wow.... and their  kids are still young enough to escape...

Well, there's only one tune....

Especially their vile made up tricky day's gone and dusted..

 (at least once one had that elusive shared lexicon..)

itself into the ash of another irrelevant load of consumed, sugar puff of smoke..

Righty ho....

Now after a few walking days like these, i didn't think it would come back. 

Poisoned by the endless refrain of their second homes being some latterday wankoff  'retreat'...

when all they always ever were were places to enslave the cleaning ..men.

Mustn't forget that, as if we are talking reparations, you only need to go as far back as '69 I had no idea what a vintage!

The Vatican "condemned"...it

(i shall loop back so so so many threadends blowin in the mist.... but i remember every single one of them....  that's what the ultimate silver lining of resetting your whole body so as you're always up at 530 from the year 2000 as you put your kids needs way before your own, no matter what and what a splendid habit means i get so much of the normal human UV rate of bombardment, its amazing how it means you have a normal memory not the underwhelmed one almost everyone else has...)  

 

oops Mister Desmett as i study the younger so called goodish minds my my even he really is as performative as a mindfulness class in Narnia-on-shitrcreek-Dart, and only says things to make him have a lovely lil' 'feeling' saying them...

 And of course they have to get their most non-nonword in 'vulnerable'...

No, SHAME .. living on a  diet of unseasoned uncooked raw shame ...for years....  

(ahh even thistereve i have another - you've been conned - decades of foodie conning by those  bumsex addict Itis... 

NO....you do NOT have to fill up your "biggest pan" and boil the water and (of course the local packaging says " and make sure its as salty as your local sea[ sic - and if it is the seas around the FAl or Helford or any of em' guaranteed you'll be puking up for weeks its so germy... but you get used to them after a  while and get a more robust immune system...eventually....]   " nope you chuck in minimal water and chuck the  dried babyfood in with it when its cold... stir once only ids all a real man needs to do with his Italian babyfood... and guess what before you've even looked up on Oggle translate what 'Al dente' might be...youve guzzled it down as an inadequate load of baby food that will have to do for now....  

It what's IT!?
The autumn thing....  whilst they're getting their most abundently plenishy duvet out and fluffed up to hide and read Winterings again feelin' sorry for themselves... even if under it they're friggin' themselves redraw fantasising  they had the guts to   actually DO something ....

rather than get drowsy to Oracle Babe's sonographic haircut....

so so pure getting rid of all that germy human stuff....

Or just say one real thing...

Now.... or then.... I had the most extraordinary phone call for many a year..

I do hope she sticks her nose in here.

As she can read just how unpleasant her so called father was...

to their neighbouring COUNTRYlass...

who ...  lets just say his mangey hawks wouldn't even win the booby prize compared to what a superb actual country babe got with her fuzzies... 

Up against a REAL country man who sneered  with such professional aplomb

But it was the way...his sneer.... H is for the REALITY of Hawkmen....

But i haven't the battery to get to that, yet....

Anyway 'animals first' i REALLY really do have to get to these...

soon.

But it's time for a course in actual miracles.

I don't have an overdraft 'facility'

And i can't recall if blogger com which steals videos out of this work of all-i-do, cos it's ok....

 puts the filename date in some hover function ..

 

right now... miracles need to be rebranded as the exact opposite

All thats a real miracle is a rather splendid story of how each and every slither of the sharp paper edges just makes you immune to them too, and have such a ridiculously miraculously  fun five years.

But it's the story ..of it all. That's far better than the plastic clad men on their really very inadequate Odyssey....

Not that they work... they're merely all you have. When you know exactly why you wouldn't ever again wish some British so called 'home'.

....yes...it was the RIGHT song.....

just as i catch up on a  bit of handwashing....

And.....

well..i know only one thing about a necessary landbabe coworking in the fields....

without a sunhat, bug repellent, wellies in summer 

or moaning about her coworker wearing nothing cos UV is good for you.....

or anythin' else...

such as  the last line of a last song being about universal whores....

they got a strong unbreakable core...

sturdy stave shoved up  

where they wont even moan about that...

by dad... 

thats what being close to him, is for....

make em lion tamer not even taking gettin' their head bitten off

nicely, to heart

and able to roar back....

Now, i bet it's* even in their rubbish first ever so called book.....

 babies battling over prideful woodchoppin' opportunities, latterday Larys - or rather her, 'Ruperts',  just the same  

... cowardly custard townies drowning in fear and loathing of the others better class of bling..

or bigger marque of his vile Sardinian big fat black Range rover...

roaming the lands looking for some conartist who had repurposed the firewood, as some 'sacred cedar'

 (her descendent yesteraft upon the sacred  hillocktop circle.. the glint in her eyes as she opened up and showed me her margarine  tub of 'shrooms' which of course nowadays are "microdosed" .. " ehhh i am curious what's one of em.... ?" " about ten..... " "well back in the day when in the hills we would play at gettin' off our heads,  about  thirty whckjobbed us as good as dead.."

but it was first sentence included of course their absurdword "abundance" ... of what? ) 

 And buying it up on her Slave Trade shares...

(god i wish i had thought of that..her family .." derived a significant portion of their immense wealth from the transatlantic slave trade.' - not my highlightin' ....even if I am with Coleman shut the fuck up about the past and anyway the bongo bongo drums of back then, heralded the coming of the diggers up to Kennel Wood to share in the spoils of them 2020 dead brox... buried alive for their profit....just a couple of very measly ones dotted next to brock central  )

(* the endless dull line so oft repeated by every so called bard of the last dull four thousand years of waffle, even if the best delivery was always in the seventy seven  you win the race but lose the prize...)

And as for the made up nonsense of err  "punish Gilgamesh for spurning her advances" 'twill ave merely been some earlierday Jenny come lately poor thing who was pissed off she didn't get a go at claimin' the child tax credits..

And as for dishonesty disqualifies....what a load of nonsense, nobody ever gets a spanked un, even for making up con numbers for the last decade " well we have a revival"  - But Matias's truthspeak even if theres no point,  what a splendid chap on the Sunday show dealing in facts, " numbers in the pews way down.....and administrative numbers administrating them  up EIGHTY percent..."

Anyway it sounds like Enkidu had a bit of fun becoming 'civilised', but did anyone yell him, matey all that matters is a silver lining, from all races lost, won or prizes, never mind love,  ground up into dust in front of your very eyes...

.... from the turn of this century one knew one had better reset onesself to get the ferk up always, early.... 

As that's how you pack in the most parenting, no matter what... eye to eye, hands on, and also just about administer a dull life, so as to actually have some...roaming the lands with child 'n zoo on board 

Giving life to other kids too....  real rural life that is without any hand cleaning between flickin' off the fuzzy poo, 

as just a biproduct of actual 'nature'...

In fact even 'biproduct' a Voodoo word , for nature is rot, decay and a bit of life poking her nose in every now and again, in between... 

chopped down cedars for his gain...

Which melded into something else... and equality, still, no matter what, was in that one word, hear, so relished.... so expressed, about the one by the seashore who nicked back all the blokes' bling...

As you really do just have to laugh at it all....  

"Freedom"

But a couple of 'miracles', really....of late.

 

Free substack audio made a week ago

‘Freedom’ even i allowed myself to have an internal bogus version infection from those fake philosophers and dodgy ‘lifecoach’ writers, of what you have to have bloodywell ‘embodied’ for you, too.

https://ralphschism.substack.com/p/freedom-even-i-allowed-myself-to?r=2jdt8a

references

and critique of this, soon.

Europe's Mass-Psychosis Getting WORSE | Prof. Mattias Desmet

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llSgrF8h9AU

The REAL "miracle"....

is that I really do believe, his - that Englishman's smile as they are signing off, is actually REAL...

Is really really sincere....  not even his knowing neo-liberal,  nouveau something or other,  cynicism  could intervene and spoil THE 'moment' ....or that he may  know better any other otherwords that can take away from, not a miracle but i guess hard work.... ??

Diligently keeping to some script? And not making it about being other... 

  

 (see Item 1 below - me i can't look at fireworks, and not be reminded of that one night...on their town, long ago as if still today, reminder of how it's just about ehhh... thoughtfulness... and reality. That takes a long time to change)

But i just only know, one thing, that there's almost always a silver lining.

That won't make any sense to anyone, unless you were, there.

The other side of the world, on a mad mission of you just had to DO it...and not think.

No matter what Morlock madness ongoing in their minds. You mess with a kids head when theyre eleven ..or even older.. you may as well be shootin' em Point Blank with your tragic lil' BNP fuelled, blunderbuss, as it doesn't heal...

But on the maddest mission to tragedy and whatever else is in their insanity. 

(the best bit is indeed silver lining foreward, had it not been for a bonkers Bulgarian and his brain  made mad and violent, by their 'mushies', having given them a bed for the night, dumped on the side of the road, by that pub up it, that loved to hire "dumb immos" that wouldnt fight for their employment 'rights'  i would never have even made it there - a few weeks too fearful to go out of my own front door, anyone else would have called the cops and had him done...

nope....bide your time, and use it to get so organised every last penny juggled here and there 

that card this one... just about afford an airfare)

To have inadvertantly ended up in a previously unknown country

No idea that it was suffering new ("Marxist" if one had asked some capitol mad majority) 

born, democracy.

And just how deep down happy.

Not one bit of two-sides cynicism, even if still a decade on

taking time to bed in.

" no...es...no" Mister Morales

Won't mean anything to anyone, and never meant anything to me, until i was there, in the thick of it.

A people doing the 'right' thing.

Almost no blood. And almost no windows smashed.

And almost no silly argument with an almost entirely modern majority.

Never mind real smiles...

Only if you have been there even if i would have almost given anything to be there, yesterday, as once you have seen it once, it doesn't change.

Real change.

Can't be faked.

Let's hope they can still read so as to learn that all change is subject to changing back to the old ways, even when you're a young leaderless load of rather fine brave changelings...

Which is such a dull attempt at saying something about what you cannot say anything about....

Even if i have been trying of late, to stick into words, what is real 'freedom'.

But that's another day, maybe.

 

Item 4

 Coleman Hughes, to be exchanged for...?? Or at least be made Minister of Tourism. 

As long as he shuts up about genetics

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDS_URVc7Oc

as all biological 'stats' were just as corrupt as the tyrant, bye bye.... as we knew decades ago if we read Lewontin.

Because a fine man (despite being a tad 'rightist') who at least manages to educate peeps " ehh all sorts of peeps enslaved other peeps its really a bit more complicated than there were only one slave owner, and owned..so shut up about the past and can we live only in the present, please....  and not be everyones victims, forever.."

May be able to explain to me which ferkin country is which, nowdays,  in that neck of them woods,  and what language is the latest official one...

and how i can get my money back having diligently purchased perraps in 1990ish ONE dictionary that was THE one dictionary of the ONE language i was told was lingua franca..

(off Oggle)

Serbo-Croatian (also known linguistically as Bosnian-Croatian-Montenegrin-Serbian or BCMS) is a Western South Slavic pluricentric language spoken by roughly 20 million people across Serbia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Montenegro

never mind translate what on earth that sentence means, never mind also explain why Oggle (not me) highlight-pens sections copied and pasted without being told to... just cos someone told it it was a bit 'i'....

Even if i guess he would never be able to explain to me why one of his fellow countrywomen, who actually called me up (i still cant remember how, as mobile phones thank god didn't exist) in  

(apparently now the language is called 'serbian') Београд / Beograd

maybe ... ninety one.. when i was there and very maudlin it being rather a hotbed of RAmbos, and not much else....

. and asked me for  my approval marrying her new beau..

 and yet no one can explain, why, how, all Americans seem to have no concept of the past - the truly historical bits such as then, that evening.... being a real glue that should be lifetime bond...  but aren't.

Item 3 of the

 

нови устав

.... Religion will be turned on for five minutes only! just long enough for her

 to be sanctified

How truly perfect....

  this latest offering in the  gotta knock Kate Humble off her perch so I too  can afford Winterings in the bahamas... !!

I forgot what rhapsody even meant...  and a lookup reminds one of rthat once fine  Bohemian Rap..

Exactly....

  "mamma...[as she's the only one back at home]

 i just killed a ...ram....someone, not me, left the gate open... now it's dead....

 some other mush-plenished  junky beltin up The Road 

at ninety miles an hr whacked it in the head..."

so yes.. The Minister with her " one hundred and sixty data points.."

and postcodes

Well at least a third maybe even half of them are places where the youth can go for a wander up into the land..

(the way it's always worked and always will, 

is the lad up out of town well his parents are home less often so  we'll saunter  up there to his  to pop our last pill)

So yes.. all their rediculous 'data points' as to what's wrong with the youngers..

And JonAthan Haidt  AND HIS REDICULOUS ABSURDISM BLAMIN' ALL ON THE ALGORYTHM

OOPS ACCIDENTAL CAP NO TIME TO  APPEAR UNSHOUTY, ME I NEVER DO

didn't even then...

In fact no point even saying to  Mrs Farmer... "well you can be assured of one thing Mrs..i wasn't really raised by anyone on the land.. but i did know THE one country code honour coad rule so as to avoid Cormac's Road...  gee whizz... a gate is for closing ... "

and the silent assumption: probably you too.

Is when long ago I had had enough of this whole lost loony Looking Glass land...

their mums too busy looking for their childhood 'vintage' one to put on Ebay so they can afford the materials to make the next dreamcatcher, prototype...

To teach 'em... close the ferkin gate!

Or the local farmers may just end up full or REAL hate.

The actual story of the land - and the rural 'places' and 'spaces' in fact no longer a 'story' the everywhere default. 

.... almost impossible to get in any 'art'...

or even his notional "movement"

 But why many farmers I've riffed with at the closed  farm gate..

long ago were pondering maybe better of in Romania ...

Might not be quite so much spacial cadettery

and in fact mania

Absolutely no point staying here, when by almost default no parent bothered ramming it in rather  gentle-parenting, hard: want to live here at least learn to respect those farmers by closing their gates as if you don't their look mayn;'t be quite so ashram smiley or quite as un"traumatising" as mine 

(someone should be deported,

 now i know why she doesn't have the manners to answer some months ago a splendidly thoughtful invitation.... 

NOT my words!  'An Urgent Plea to America: Come Rescue Grandma Britain')

Ils ont tous perdu la tête.

 Ou bien il n’a pas réussi à les faire entrer dans le coffre, au moment de quitter la banlieue.

( privée!

pour le dompteur de lions, uniquement)

The most poignantly profound matter in hand - an unsecured gate, into a sheep field, still to be storified,

 

oops errata something about HR didn't make it to the screen...what wa sit? 

ohh yes that was the afterlunch shag, 

approuvé par les ressources humaines

pour des raisons de santé mentale

 

How wonderful...

 to turn on the machine and find at least fourty percent more battery than I had assumed...

.. and a wonderful morning enjoying some Frog accents failing to get their tongues quite around their breakfast fayre of word salad...

But at least with them, you know that by lunchtime, they will be going out for a very nice long chatty smiley healthy lunch, and probably even pop home for a shag and a decent kip... and will have entirely forgotten about why they bothered trying to say much on the wireless at sunup...

But my god Les Rosbifs love it now they have a new tasteless and non existent bone to chew upon, "extrême gauche"

indeed a term rather gauche... tailor made for her next perfromatively-hysterical book.

(i shall be getting to her soon) 

So so so much more cartoonish, and the cartoon that matters, the Minister for  the yoof. 

Poor thing she never had a chance as I saw what happened...

So as in fact i do think audio-besmirched, it wasn't lost.

But he the toy-fixer, failed to even mean what he said...

 (later - POIGNANT!)

so, almost five years ago to the week.

Even if it began five years prior.

The most Alice smashed up her Looking Glass and use the shards of glass to cut out Orwell's tongue for suggesting it was her fault, photo, ever.

 

 long long I've tried to find this one.  Not that the minister would stick it top of her 'data point' list. Cos shetoo wouldn't understand.... 

 (ditto - profound)