The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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And start publishing a decade of interactive reflections i must have at least once per each of the 50 volumes - at least 30 or so volumes meandering Socratically whispering in the ears of UKIPPERS from 2015, and all the so called EU lovers whos rhetoric was merely about lying busses " dont tell anyone especially the greens as all they care about is the made up vulnerable victimised 1 ish percent who are 'undecided' ... and thus use the worst rhetoric ever extant.... but the reason we are 'better together' is never mind all English ones ive known requiring a bit of education .... in how to be a lover being slow and languid, or just poppin' into the unisex after a real coffee on your first date.... ideally from Them frogs....anyway, as i jhave said a million times beforfe into my chronicles i always knew French was the most beautiful language of all.... until forced to learn some Portuguese and learning i was wrong, it being without any doubt is by far the most beautiful language ever...."
which seeing as their literature can be a bity staid and often contrived (except Pereira,
hopefully harbinger)
Is unquestionable 50 vol with ruthless editing stream of being very conscious of truth and should get at least a few
Portuguese cultural medals, often part of formal Orders of Chivalry or merit systems, recognize significant contributions to culture, public instruction, and general merit, with key examples including the Order of Public Instruction, Order of Merit, and historic military orders like the Order of Saint James of the Sword,
just one will do
as long as there's a passport rightly appended, to what is true
even if i bet theyre also pissed off - in fact i know they are pissed off about
i hear things that are real from real people i ask
not the rabbit hole version of the internet
(the only one all the Glasto girls found)
the fact that every dodgy snake-oilista and drug dealer from Horrorford (ohh and tax credit thief claiming them for yerars despite running a cult out there - espesh that one so called healer-mama who never even let the kids see their dying dad, Dolphin, i organised a free pardon for and wages, if she set herself up by his bed a few months) went and bought a field - doubtless within a few years littered with old cans like that eco-retreat Goosebarn by Gweek, and put up a yurt and started a 'healing' business, without the correct zoning paperwork.... too busy all in their 'spiritual' zones ....
they - the poor Portuguese saw through it all and realised some years back, "ooops .."
now..if that book could be rushed out....
May help their indigenous kids be able to afford their homeland once again.... never mind create an actual 'safe space' once more.....
Now i am an 'ist' even if one loses track (still to DO)of what on'es an istabout...
And decades ago the only religious theosophical answer to all - as mine Mong mate, arff Pak and arff Kraut agrees..is interbreed
Then you don't need any iter-farrders or whatnots..
Fuckin' 'ell all along i was wrong,
Siouxsi got nuthin on this babe! of the true song
and tango is made up prancin' around.....
she means it!....wow !!
Even if having lost two of them!
Firstly the actual new-era fiancée of 2003 - a real woman comes to visit you in a gaol of ACTUAL dusty 'troubadours' - the real thing rather than the ones in The Sourcelands who use that as advert too... and i hardly knew her.
Looked like the one above...infact gorgeouser
and smilier
And we parted one night later that year " i have to be ....ehhh...well...its going to take a while.. but really that only dinner for years ... the empty restaurant middle of your nowhere.... and you even twisted my arm ok i have to admit that wine.... just you
me and a few glasses of the alentejo....
please wait... i'm glad we 'waited'
but i mean it, I'm committed"
You can't get more world record tragic
than your fabulous clean living utterly non junky fiancé,
one didnt know then but her Portuguese passport would have later come in handy...
just a few years later goes and dies on you.....
cos of just a bit of youthful mistakenly junked up junky flu...
otherwise known as cancer causing eppytightis...
Just a few weeks thats all
seventeen, on the needle
(without any doubt change, learning lesson, causes the best of all peeps - maybe that's the 'meaning of life'
Ms perfect Pinto, not even ex wife
one teenage error, takes away her then-now perfect life
And then a second my ohh my
backstop, second choice, 'I chose life!'
a 2019ish FAkebook message, oops, no, email
"if you're still alive down there Isabel Mario Ramos Lopes....
well... ehhh..... i fancy some December warmth.... and ok if youre still in distress
i callously used you - both of us such a youthful mess...
well ok maybe ehhh..... " if at first you don't succeed
even more tragically, fail!
She having earned, twenty years or more
even learned my language, our amorous fortnight,
handsignals and body language..... all night
no common words, upon which to, our other minds, impale...
But what a bummer never mind double tragedy
her kid gone, and both of us free....
just a few weeks earlier, kicked the bucket
life is shit how sad never mind fuckit
i owed her.... even if we made each other laugh at our weirdest on and more off thirty year history.
(sometimes you can go ..back.....and she's even more gorgeous than ever..)
Anyway there was no point EVER speaking,
I'm sure even Mister Cohen my only many year supposedly well read male confidant
will have forgotten my endless torrent:
"god when will YOU PEOPLE...[ Guardian lite] of so called Hay-on-Wye, listen to some other cunt
"my only ever enemy..... those Greens, blame THEM
'them' them, for their endless crimes....
pityful rhetoric leads to wonky lost peeps crimes...
how many times do i have to repeat:
Most important book made me think Amos OZ, most of his
not preachin' just showing.... the backstreets of Jerusalem or Tel Aviv are as confusing and nuanced as my underpants
craziest sexmad lover ever young N London Woman-of-the-book
after just one coffee bleedin eck did she ...
Daughter named out of a Zimmertune
Only extant, due my half-Pally pal delivering flowers one spring Warsaw afternoon
....i dont think i ever even paid her back....
anyway do i moan EVERR?!?
never.... about anyone except them Greens...."
As only 'pity' really works
Is ultimate " shut-the-fuckup
cower crawl..... and if you ever mature, buck up...
pity the poor gentile,
lost the race by so many miles
Babs, (and all prejudiced peeps like me leave her Yentil to last on the list
inadvertent cliché self immolatingly syndrome on ones own petard:
leave the best to last; why is it so HARD!
Amos, Primo, second-best-to-ugly-Kev,
Poliakoff quite alone
chronicled UK sold out all principle, to ownin' that castellan home
infact yes come back in a century!
('twon't be in the stats i guess, but youngsters dead,
traintracks ovepillpoppin,
placcy bags and .... own bonce...
i would bet my free speech certain names arent on that tragic list even once)
Jesus Christ and Jerusalem....
proportionality; Bella Abzug was the state of New York's first female senator.
a first; to even handbag-whack those dreadful stone age men!
its the gentiles, cultureless, useless, pretty damn clueless, cant even keep their own kids out the morgue...
And in fact, fact... a considerable segment
have many decades married 'out' ....
the modernest modernist only fixing, to 'genetically'* cement.
*Lewontin
quite rightly in his 1991 Doctrine of DNA.....
Geneticist Lewontin demonstrates how science (and scientists) is molded by society and how the dominant social and economic forces in society determine to a large extent......
soon went on to lecture on how all 'race' is just illusion.. all there is is cultural construct
(ahh note to self the FREE SPEECH thing i forgot the real meaning of life....
came up later on with the wonderful old couple riffing for quite some time.... them, finest ever hubby and wife....
talk about solidarity
he even doses her with hydrogen peroxide
[we laughed - as she alone: " its the bloody hair products fuck up the rivers... not SW water"] just a little on the side
home-made fix, keeps her COPD at bay
she'll live to battle on another day
Especially since she's had 'err orders:
"WRITE your memoir!... yes all these latterday made up disorders....
There's me wanderin' up into her hills once again - " thirty miles [ i can speak local, indeed have ten different identity hats all the one same underneath as its only words.... I'm no fascist that insists everyone else is lesser if they don't believe my ideal... ology)].... a week the difference between a longer life and health.... and not"
" so where do we find you then...?"
(i'm still in shock..... " you mean she didn't tell you.... to look out for a pikey probably scoutin' tools to nick or... land to 'adopt' 😇.... [ gosh thats weird an emoji can be italicised merthinks theres a word picture or two in that.. lets experiment ..🙏
wow it works! ... sadly someone i once knew rather addicted to them, rather than.... reality....].... i was kindof testing her i know its not very nice to speak in terms like testing but.... gosh i KLNEW she would defy disobey
and generally fuck up my day.... wow what a lass!" ...)
Anyway one fact every time you turn on news of the loonies - surely Brown has to take almost the biscuit... (its like for several months the world has wanted the next one) but what's worse is every time you turn them on all they do is moan about the....... flu...
now sadly one cannot yet create the full multi-media experience, a chronicler i know I am far better than old man Borrow or even this one
but this one is the one that grabs me..... the amount of times one has needed a helpin' hand even recalcitrant...moody...even footstampy? more often than
knot
the smile crack eventually, brought down to earth
(is it her fallen tree?)
by muckin' in together .. there's no s/he
Anyway the first rule of the land is that unfortunately most farmers, and i am allowed to say this as an actual real 'commoner' for my teens - where i woz as a lad no fancy terms like that, one merely had "rights" to the mountain and i was one of only 3 or 4 of us shepherds up there, come wind rain or snow though ideally in the bracken of a summer attempting a little recreation as all work makes JAck a dull boy.... even atop the well known 'Moel'....... well they are a tad fascist and they have to be trained
The best moment was 2011 living or rather not wanting to, but having to... on old farmer Jack's land a well known famous sheepdog dog beater and fascist...in fact he would basically admit the latter himself behind the painted on smile.... if you had him to yourself at work, unpaid...
Now this is called a harrow. Real hillfarmers may once or twice a year tend to their land with one... it is dragged across the land and even breaks up the manure so its spread all over the field so walkers can complain about the smell.... and getting it on their boots
What landspeeps have to do as it all went wonky and the farmers rightly assume that the invaders are on drugs just cos they havent had TIME for a decade to cut their hair.... being an actually dedicated parent and animal, husbander... etc
even if your lass is in fact bred and born just up the road if you dont have the same fascist accent or ALWAYS racist banter well youre not from here....
BUt what a landman - both sexes can do it but seems one is too scaredy cat not to prejudge, does is bide his time...a year or more and one day oldman JAck - 75ish is in the field next door with his harrow. struggling as it was all knotted up as he was always too busy bossing his poor dogs around no wifey left to nag.... to do his job properly and unknot it after the last job ready for the next job...
....so the 'moment' ... " ehh up JAck look you probably think im one of these wimpey precious druggies that have colonised all the Wye Valley but ehh i see yourre strugglin there let me do it for you...dont want you having the well overdue stroke [that would have saved the dogs rather a lot of pain]..."
" you lad ....well.pphhuhhh......."
ten minutes later he's off on his tractor harrowing away with an untangled tool... and a year of fascist assumptions put in his pocket in a tin called "well i never..."
In short the most judgemental people on the planet .... even if the original North Wales hill farmer was in fact one of the least judgemental in that when one is toiling away lonely day after day and some 'stranger' comes into view no matter what their hue... anyone is a welcome break from cant-talk-back dog or slightly dipsy ewe...
Anyway where did we get to ohh yes the total inability for anyone ever to think.... maybe a flu may do me good: tune up my immune system.... give me a break - rest from their system...
of only self....
But then also...in ten years nearlynow..of meandering and giving just a bit of my 'story' to random pixies, fascists or anyone i meet...
so many times as i couldnt give a shit about mine, when hearing theirs i sagely guru them into Dave....
who maybe did have one grown up 'friend' - the only definition i know: telling the truth..
to them Feds when after years of him sadly becoming a 'monster' - his own word, all them drink drugs and the rest
someone tipped the Keystones off about a load of drugs and it lead to arrest.
And nine months pokey
out of which he emerged drug free
He later said "saved my life"
Hmm anyway there was i meanderin' and making an audio about why? husband/wife....
And bugger me....
an out of the pale blue yonder opportunity
the ultimate in emotional blackmail
"perraps you'll put in a good reference....
.... never mind fix your wall or fence...
... if she's to run you maybe even to whorespittle....
well she'll be happier ...more content
even drive more safely-faster... if theres someone back home, to..."
Now unlike poor Harry and Sally's dad - that's what happens if you stay in Loony Land, where tragically even The Kush in her glorious Mars, wrongly denied the Booker by the bullshit precioussists has her heroine all looking up into the big 'light' and we know what happens next, I believe in happy endings.
And life affirming culture, which a proper student of it knows hasn't been possible in Eleanor's Elephantine land of fat moaners, for attention....and cash, and slots on the wireless - thistermorn moanin about their allergies - whole great big 'communities' of them curated by moaning Central
London, with a trendy lisp....
And they won't tell you, what with Pereira Maintaining his cool in Rua Da Saudade, Ove laughing at the rope, and that Reader on The 6.27 had me sobbing by surprise - good sobs, never mind The earsex addicted drugadict paraplegic in Untouchable lives to ...crerate new life rather than Britolite (to rhyme with Armalite) JoJo's awful Me Before... and his one way ticket to Zurich...
But i don't know what's going to happen,,,, I told her " don't tell a soul" knowing she would tell certainly her dad....
talk about my latest killer poem need an inside rail 'feminimine'!
experience is only half of it)
free substack audio will be turned into Youtube sermontoo one day soon ..ish
Free Speech - The Bible onnit. By one who knows.. but save yourself and forget about it in UK -NOBODY cares. Nor understands what it was for...this audio saves YEARS of your future life frettin!boutit
Free Speech part 2, conclusion bits forgotten, share to save SO much frettin! as literally 99.999999% of UK wouldn't want it. Never mind not understandin it, as it may point a torch at themtoo
(NEVER ever edited, nor paused...i just meander and waffle
for a lost cause
of tomorrow being free
always... unlike she - thisters,
perraps ik shall see her later )
photos of a silly naive whatsap received yesetermorn still to add in here ....
i 'post' or publish then have to tweak posts never ready until a bit later or quite a few still a year later
unfinished (too busy laughing at their GRUDGES - i mean three years of them! ) but i know every missing link
* why we NEEDED all them Europeans, your silly internet (my so called 'friends' used to know about Europe, couldnt listen, the men that is, "have you worked IN it, worked FOR it, loved IN it, fucked IN it, EATEN gastronomically and SIMPLY in it, bred IN it, thousands of KM wandered IN it opened a few bank accounts IN it been arrested IN it, even hilariously and so enjoyably engaoled IN it ...over 20 or more years...well unless you have you know nothing such as ive never known well any European who holdes a grudge - that's a decidedly Sceptic Aisle kindof behaviour.... not innate as all humans are the same, merely constructed... which means you can dethefuckconstruct too.... why we needed Eurotrash all over here interbreeding interfucking intereverything..." and i gave up on them - the silly so called UK men, by 2020 when you realised every single one [m.] had gone and got lost down their rabbit hole forever which wasnt any one way fun-hole merely rather dark... and they're too mean to share the torch to find the way back out...especially the Quakers - my first some year male ... attempt at sharing reality....nope even Cambridge uni doesnt allow that - for a silly man to listen.... about somewhere he's only ever been on holiday...and even he after decades of Internationalist 'better together' goes and falls victim, prey...to .... what he only ever read on your silly interweb.... of nothing but unreality...never mind if anyone had said to The Pyrenean or even Foothill Frogs " you will welcome Macron and his technocratic townyism and shut up about it too...." nobody would needto SAY anything, as the pitchforks amassed would say quite enough.... there is no legalistic cohesive "EU" - local identity is all quite fine and keeping to what its known forever.... silly city boys and girls try... but they can never influence any real hilltop peeps.... thats for them Rosbeefs over La Manche.... who never fight for anything unless its the gaze of others watchin their pointless non-performance... them Portuguese got them bang to rights centuries ago " for the English to...see..[ the p;atinated picket fence all shiny and gloss,
when behind the paint was rotten and flaky as candy floss" )
Right there we go the end even if five years ago it obviously was... but what a fun half a decade in part 2, the ....???
except ten more days to go or is it nohh twelve.....
As Poliakoff harbingeringed, in his 98 The Tribe, a load of tribes cults whatdyerknows which would 'flow' into every workshop, clique and gang of fools in the world moves over to the safety of the SW.... and any sane person had left their theme parks way before, as i did, even 1992 as they spread out from Fulham rd., potion sales operations all over, slowly dribbling up through The Cotswolds in parallel with 'family assassinations' and all that which only come along when the big expensive SUV with 5k personal monogram on the front, can't be paid for any more... and thus 'identity' is nomore....
none of my business as any sane person in fact heard in 1979 my ohh my that year, we - my thensane wonderful tribe which included Princess DI later the drug dispensary, we had on loop the great album, and the great allegorical thingumybob just a word picture of the really rather stupid book, that tried to hard to be the bible of the ones who heard the great album and didnt get it: "youtoo"
in other words if you have only skimmed one rather silly showoff 'surreal' book and then buy some little cottage off the tramps of Stroud, Hay, even in time Presteigne... Gweek all these places they later (much later than me who had run away only to escape them 15 years earlier, about 2007 being the big year...
all going on about some 'milennium bug' End Times...or whatever they obsess around...around,na decade earlier hadn't worked so they were bored of melodrama and decided to go and seed it elsewhere, the keyword, melodrama... drama queens... or just bored OF themselves....
Anyway thats all impossible real history as they are so plenishingly abundant they cannot allow any real history....
Such that all 'this' the magnificent poet chubby Kev saw through nearly fifty years ago! ...and you will still have the tribes of HAtefilled smilers gathering now on Gweek park pretending they actually have some 'community' in any other way than transactional, and wanting to be prettier than the next Whickerine flouncer.... so that they can fang-sink, them into Rupert's antique landrover which like;ly jhas a few million quids worth of mummy's L'Oreal shares exchnaged for somewhere to park a few 'patinated vans' (he LOVED that yesteraft another refugee, from Wadebridge this time, and fine artist making jokes about the 'ancestrors' who had a real funky sense of humour in 500BCE as he showed me at great length " god it got SO greedy and fake i had to run away..."
Thing is about the Pretty ...parkers..parkups.... they can't laugh at THEMselves any more which is the definition of a clique and also the worst workshops ever ... and basically fascismtoo....
None of which interests me other than maybe over time weave something just a tad tenth as good as The Count's Resurrection " but tear out the last two seditious pages!!"
Being i don't think there is any other book or thinker who thunk better on how the 'working' class are their own exact realised whatnots and some guilty aristo who tags on to save his own soul should be told to stay in his own posh compartment of the gulag train.... as " im quite alright without you thank you very much on your cross... furthermore i am in love with this splendid smelly tramp who i snuggled up to lastereve to prevent myself from dying of cold...but you can be our friend if you want until you get bored of Siberia..."
Anyway .... nobody ever can even think of any joint humanity here there and everywhere...in The LAnd of only self 'realisation' that invaded my last territory 20 years ago.... funny thing not one know what happiness is. (never mind a rare honest artist, perhaps because he was so 'ugly' in a nonmutable way, and so must never be mentioned as so, and thus couldnt trade on prettiness )
Or see what you do NOT see is so interesting - often moreso than what you do....
" ehh so what do you call a gathering of fools, a clique?" (there is a backstory to that notfornow...)
I should have blurted out " a business!" as twas on my mind.... " like a business of ferrets [BIGSMILE] ...one difference they cannot be bought..."
anyway an evening of foolery ... not one had bought along any man.... it never occurred that i would be sat in a room of only woman 'artistes'...
But of course when every word for decades (" ehhh avante garde theatre was invented like a hundred years ago nuthin new...") is rather 'seperatist' they get what they want..... (in Lower Sourcetown this is) a room where theyre all separated forever.... except well i did intro myself AS The Fool....
me whom thought one smile was real.... (long long knew that one! god every single incursion upon simple humanity you had thought they had invented twofacery the smugness and revelry in... 'passive aggressive' bad manners via being ghhostly! )
Anyway if only they knew: what eight magnificent hours shut eye no matter what unless i am busy with the minor flotsam after their gunboats have been at it as so often for several decades...
I adore it the way at 0600 faces even if double sided that one met a day or two ago, at dawn after eight hours shuttersdownsville come back in absolute high fidelity...
( i wonder if she saw me atchin-here.... quite deliberately?? ...
she liked to speak quite sincerely...
some things cannot be faked nor sold, even for free)
(i don't lie, i have zero interest in any place in this whole place that sold itself to Mammon decades back. My only interest is why he, mister Muttin'am, ranty
supposed beefy
builder-poet,
could be quite so sold out...
five yerars ago.
And then why the nexteryear, the so called hardnosed lady of her 'famous' stud
way up high in them midwales hills
fine old stables left rotting for years...
and a man comes along to fix em up...
all one hears day in and out is the saddest sort
of naggin', even by her oldtimer dad.
And then gets gibbed - a fancy word for stealing.
The old-code being one always pays the day man, especially if he bought your groceries on the way up.
How could things have got to that?
Nothing SW even wobbles ones rainrepelling £1 hat
As every drop expected
Anyway yes at least i say it to people's face
Before pondering how to chronicle the commonplace.
All about.
So much more interesting Pastyshire without a doubt.
Lastereve the 'poets' gather.
And two rather good. especially the old woman rolly smoker.
To all four faces "sorry rude to sit at the socket all evelong... yes ive an 'offering' so you wont get me wrong"
"thing is ladies...or is it women....
last time i went to one of these
Bodmin, dead poets society [tm someone else] if you please
All of them, all night moaning
about body, problem, illness
THREEblokes versiifyin on their prostrate!
of three there. [i saw their expensive antique landrovers pulling up, so much distress..]
i felt like goin' down on my knees...
surely poeming's to make you be alive, fight on... eat the stingybees live
one by one by the gobful wholesale hive by hive
But no merely moan,
'cos of my prostrate i nearly [southern grammar] stayed home'..
and the women with their far more aristocratic conditions...
i left in the intermission
shouldv asked for my 'donation' back...
ohh forgot i have second sight and kept my pennies back "
Anyway the subtle art of its impossible to make any bought in to their fantasy
think one has one millisecond of interest in their fantasy "community"
Just like hers down Hatesville way and i didn't say that! t'was she...
But i did see something beautiful today.
Keeps happening where least expected.
None of my biz, my safety fencer erected.
(but who was that thisters waved at me ..." did you see her do you know her..?" "no mate not me.."
No not her the fabulous book of old timers pictured.
especially the moorish lasses haytruck laughing, and i know not staged.
merely in truth to (though few occasionally mention reticently)
Is to remember everything still as class-ridden unconsciously
Bovarian cancer ate their brains " We're aware and conscious, look at me"
If you tell a Source woman - as always, middle, but in their small minds consider themselves just slightly cut above
" dyer know that silver grey hair of your'n, and i can tell no chemicals involved... truly is quite so astonishingly gorgeous i hope you dont mind me sayin so..."
The middle+ will look you up and down and just maybe force a smile
The middle- thats moody blue collar, cut above the 'working'
stood there so splendidly mean and moody and wont look anyone in the eye
her lapel borne camera's newage solution for that,
catch em bang to rites in their abusive chat!
the only thing would make her kind happy
until someone loiters, prowls... awaits his moment
why not ... I'm content
And i couldnt stop her talking and laughing about how much time
" it just took SO much time...and now i'm free! :-) "
as usual the only sincere, smiley
" well take it from me, its also TEN times more sexy..
The... even if the best time is that wintering-the-fuck ..
around
05.15 and drifting back....
thisterone: " wow those gibbers... even if the first was exactly twenty years ago about thistime
of year....
' uhhh i just cant do it any more... we kindof like to come and meet yer ferrits mine three and your'n.... but you'll have to come to mine.... [ horrid little Lowland pad, noise of the invaders just over horizon, and proof pollytunnels make you mad]..."
Even if thirty years ...
the thing is what they steal these Southern lasses raised on the sharp edges of suburban Paperchase
packs of control, their desk then the suburbs then the world...
but never mine territory
Thirtyyears ago just do the JOB
Living in the coldest dampest very Olde Shoppe
Brilley
Rich landowners and his, overtly ...Christian... agent
Never mind a few years later: " ohh didnt you know...
'ohh how lovely a child to be born in our parish, [radiant smile]' Segrot's
tennant policy: up the duff, and a notice 21 later, off you go.."
But that's another story
The only one that matters is the footings of thewall, no damp course, several years on, the first job, no consultation no remuneration
just DO it yourself....
A whole week of pick axein' and tough ground diigin.
No fuss no liability no asking no self pity
Righty ho but twenty years
Twas that whole class, her a 'journalist' fiddlin' with her Paperchase
then polly, tunneling around the world on her internet dates
funny that, three kids back home
But because your guru is Rudolph Steiner
" well in my last life, i was a humming bird, and the next i might get to be a gadfly..[ even iof they only ever assume and aesthetically design, butter...fly"
off they fly just cos the winter is being winter.
At our glorious just at the snowline
But all gibbers - or charmy time wasters absolutely NO idea who they are...all the same, as they spread in like an oil slick over their previous suburban pile of Paperchase ... neatly folding the world into their English private schoolgirl, very very flat land as folding compresses, reality....
into nothing but sterility
As paper needs to be damp randomly creased and mouldy diseased...to be alive
Ahhh oui un artiste !!!
sur mon playliste
(for the smoking poetess yestereve..)
The meaning of success, and winning infact the battle and war...
The very first of the new phase of mad ones well she wasnt...
That first glorious winter we would natter and she even got mine humour, " get on yer broomstick now babe.... its only ten mins from your Laurie's Slad... and the very idea of Serfina makes any dad worth his name a very hard lad....."
But i could not even remember her name
And i never admit failed memory
But then you realise why,
and what gettin one over onem
is
As they say time speeds up getting middle aged
well, when your absolutely non-life is so so full of endless people pleasing bullshit and every word you love
as Siren song one eyed monstresss
bonkers Odyssic poetry
Even the one nine months back
It really is a whole good as decade... feels like so rediculously much has been
between then and now....
it.....you....stretch time and feels like almost forever
all you want.
Bet you aint got it.
No workshops available..... only the work of you, can MAKE-DO
But twill have to be tomorrow when i have for the first time disobeyed it.
Meanwhile ... at least one, only one and what a coincidence, smiled .. even behind her mask as they cannot cover where it really matters as her eyes simply exploded as if Mister Fawkes had done his job properly ..." god you made my day..."
But i wasn't meant to be there....
Anyway for now some passing soi called reader who doesnt know my mode
wouldn't know.
I adore The Source.... especially the Lower Dept., store region
It's absurdly majiicuw....
It just works.
And the other poutlying places well them too
I've never been moor totally and utterly at one with anywhere.
And i don't lie to trip Advisor
oops a reload with better tile
now yes in The Lower reaches... thus far various versions " the wicker baskets... yoghurt weavers "
But it would be SO easy in lingua Franca as every Frog knows what Les Camemberts...are
and "they just make me laugh....continually"
right the rest later
soon
anti-foodie oops that audio isnt up yet
Now....soon, raining on my parade is simply impossible
free bananas all that matters, ever
all my Miss Spells parody the child abuse, how on earth do they expect the children to ever learn this hardest language a series soon... with accompanying series of endless moanin by the sign placers " ohh my kidz got lernin issues.."
The amount of times i have heard that as if it is some badge of honour
Some new club with golden medal currency
look at and remember me,
as tomorrow i wont even remember we
had this chat about anti-foodie cinematic Golden Globe
worthy DOin'....
or all the other chats...
Funny thing is if you live actually ...aside...
you notice how several times its ...cleared.
And just maybe...why
Anyway one day, maybe
but every the verb to gib, just a stupid Pasty-fogged
showoff effnix variat of fibber
" i will meet for a coffee... keep you working at the job you're SO brilliant at..."
T'must be killed off
with one small story of.... that which separates the countryman from...thee
memory
(about what i even said twenty years ago, never mind anything in modern dayglo
of just maybe this one means her smile....
but i dont care if they don't
as thister dawn a perfect romantic deserted alonespot, is the definition of contented...and every single fib, leads to every single always cheery dawn .... if only they knew just how oppoasite-effect, what they cannot help to do.)
...all little slightly obtuse hinted refererences even from several years ago...quite clearly in my brain as i know how not to befogged...
you
and will soon be gotten backto, as i said i would.
as me myself and i ....and i am blind to all attributes, and know that now, is irrelevant...
if one finds the key. which is the exact opposite mirror universe to the one they pimp....
for the crappest books in the history of The End of Time....
Anyway being a prejudiced little bad remembered i always forget the non white greatest of em all, whom not only never bothered to sing songs about any so called 'gender' she may fancy, a bit of hand in handin' with along the St Justinian byways to show....
But was rightly out front just before the wonky one with her Blackbushe and yes its a scandal and affront to the chronicles of true modern poetry, that nobody bothered to film her ... there...
But i was there 1978 mesmerised, quite close to the hems of her fine jeans, god only knows how....
But one knows one thing if anyone had heckled " she likes girls" not one peep in the whole of that several hundred thou
proper counter-culture
would have cared ....
And furthermore she wrote the real songs about not being all melodramatic and deliberately self hating the self for effect.... losing redheads and having to road trip off around the land to show off your dilettante new hat that became
all they took
and theyre everywhere!
(but hers for the price are bargain basement oops havent got to her yet, in the basement below here..)
(however in my private little real road trip,
just around a splendid so perfect territory
what did i hint a few weeks ago?
into the lair...
its so interesting that its such a cousin of liar
Anyway the best ever energy! Despite weeks of gibberin' dangerous pants-on-fire
Into her lair....
" unlike ALL the rest whom peddle this [ shamniac voodoo showoff] haberdashery
...you really do have such extraordinarily lovely just gorgeous real-bubbly ...energy"
i don't lie.
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....oops tangent all i was going to riff:
.....and no disrespect to the 'sharer' as a whole Pestilent coupla counties.... one has absolutely no idea ever whats behind any eyes...
Even hers ... i thought i did.
Even if i know i do.
But thats an uneaten agatop stew.... and forget
so yes some shared thingumybob comment....as something like
"see yourself as a verb"
Now..i do have a truly dull and no entendres essay to write soon-now
soon maybe
About how to get 'better'
as if anyone ever has i found the key.
Which infact, in one line is: holding on to that which we must
the duty responsibility even until ..
or to quote the problem...
and unto dust thou shalt return
well i hope they burn in fricassee hell
as the whole purpose of their 'dust'
is to clean it away now'n again on this planet and reality now
And i know my bishes in that a fairly ok one a few year'nago said on wireless fourchan
" hmm bit of an adjustment may be overdue...
fifty or so years ago it was a lot more about good deeds on this planet, now
but especially startin' all these dodgy infectious Yank evangelists..
infected even our mainstream,
it became rather more about only 'saving' my pathetic little individual soul, now..."
which surely is a fine definition of NPD .... but no point screamin
even to a genuine high-up chalice weildin' friend
(maybe definition that so Miss Used word: they can take a joke: "you 🙏" oops i was looking for the one with a laughing face exuding tears of total consternation exasperation, indeed pure Monty choking on his Python you couldnt make up their cant and vanity... but the new age are always a bit worse sadly so the new age salescon snakey
emojii really is the one to focus upon )
all they can think about is THEIR 'illness' til their end.
Anyway if i had a spare £29.99 i would in fact pop back in and pay the entrance fee to her finest real pixie-energy salesroom
Or anyone to gift a jolly good deal, to...
But the greatest one gift there can ever be
i study deeply and live within this lost and bonkers iteration of humanity
All their endless illnesses...
A decade ago every time one wandered into scumhole Kington charity shops
the few pondlife floating patinated atop of the real layer of very thick scum
(sent out to keep their house prices uptoo)
The 'middle class' every single one all you would ever hear top o' their voices
something 'wrong' with them....
but only a fool doesnt know, choices
never mind modern currency
Their lingua-franca
decidedly post Farragian putrid Aisle
" listen theres something wrong with..me"
is how almost all self define
and only a fool, me, wont buy into the communal gold mine
When thats all it is.
A tube of rather cheap glue....
gives y'all summit to talk about, rather than DO.
(as the FABULOUS biking babe said shetoo rants about!
"but, luv, a man cannot....sorry if i did in your local pub, well, there is a verb to be glassed. )
anyway yes all of that ....
" see yourself as a verb"
I happen to have DONE ... a fair enough share indeed no more than mine
stopping singlehandedly one tescohomes development, and far far more radical
monitoring dead otters badgers and ...erraat murdered
never mind puppy farms, her gold mine
(deep in the heart of Hay infact you cant be more in the heart of it as every other yoga poster she pumps out for two decades, tell you she is !!)
And all this stuff i LOVE
Never ever moody furrowed brow or unkind
merely as honesty truth about where one lived
is indeed healing
all that energy
keeping inside, or pushing out, for cash, fantasy
i do believe takes away from the fine natural system of natural immunity
But theres the far more subtle matter
Of when you KNOW you must...
even until the last speck of dust
you became
But have the greatest ever tragic interuptus
(i even have him recorded, at my door ... fat blue line)
so cannot
A strange thing happens.
The exact opposite of every stupid word became their stupid selfloving tyranny
