now to get to the next stage..
well, one once said " someone to watch your back"
but it must be ALLways...
https://www.ralphschism.com/p/the-not-that-zen-eco-men.html
EXCEPT there was far far far more til now
to even spatter in a rest of lifetime
but its only to enetertaintime
end of THE 'road'...
In fact one long discombobulation
tolerating an... American nation.
At last even though yesterdawn talk about the ice pick.....
But yesteraft...
The day before ... did she understand i think she did, The 'bliss'... not my word.
Incomin' from her Alps..
Somehow, as if by paygun magic
And talk of her Heidi, friend...
We reached this end....
Soma... the definition of it. 'Bliss' of course part of it... an alchemised, fancy organic ingredient..
On the shelf sixty years.
Not surprisin'
stale as her crocodile tears..
But the rhythm...
continued all midafternoon ...into
but damn it, i forgot i was in the 'pages' section, only i and specifically selected recipient, can see...
unless i link them here, unserruptitiously
1300ish...
https://www.ralphschism.com/p/thats-it-eureka.html
1400ish
https://www.ralphschism.com/p/djela-govore-vise-od-rijeci-dje-la-go.html
then theres 1500ish
too
but that will have to wait...
until the new day' last chance to...
that before
the ... thing that measures 24 hrs of time...
now the bu8oon next to the 't' has
fatal died...
good thing too as no more
poetree
(that is in tribute to i even saw a vansign thistermorn ' " ese" solar panels'
...
the 'thing' there is one, alone
tomorrow, all that there ever is,
mean....what thine, said...
or theres no "commune"
eckerslike were all ...dead...
sallow... what a sallow fellow..... in his extreme... oops i forgot no button next to the 't'...
in fact... as usual (even has a Jacker eeeee.... )
all show, extreme paint job...
but sallow face...
in his special extreme place
the end.
for good..... as i have more than enough good stuff to keep me in poems til enernitee...
photos...soon.
I need the widow, perraps the best word about how then..needs to be forgotten so as to be ...now
None of em quite can do...
"intergenerational trauma" the ultimate stuck in something long long gone..
fighting to be still stuck in something long long gone..
competing..
trade warring
upon the latest non words... with which to barter
nothing, that will ever last til later
cos not one dare share their real...truth
she did though widow #two...
and writes it in poems better than i could, with all the solar pannels in China
If goin' outside the cult..
Well only the lesbians will do...
Especially bein' ... decades they were just my "birds" ..
And they didnt utter one cheep 'bout which preference
the preferred
As.... they steal your story
And corrupticate the words...
Always in the deepest depths..
no matter what melodramatic mess
theirs
I'm good at making 'home'
any old place will do
BUt always i guess
First time it went on the deck..
The ultimate road trip poetry
was always me no matter who the fuck others Bea...
So two years of...
well nearly three in reality.
Only the writer will do.
But poetry is just writin' too
oops wrong one..
All i know at last one finest "bird".. Tibetan munx goats twenty tears she did herd
Bongo bongo sound bowls and sexist pigs " no buddhist babes boss of our, monastery
But above all the usual fake....
" im a top psycholgist writing years In Everest's mists
about
what a pigs ear my clan did make...
and my ohh my the local lot take the piss"
(as these last few months i've ad to tolerate
but truth trumps all at last a proper mate
Anyway forget all these psychodramatics even though hard to map
And the true tragedy the young vanbird.... understood indeed
my territorial need and creed...
how it DOES expand the mind
errata...
Even if they never told* anyone they were up the dyke
Headin' up to the at long last only choice turnpike
One misty mornin theyre all the same
their end;less towny Lowalander games
ssss......
BUt thistermorn
Now i know whom...
Only truth will do
The greatest ever road trip version of .. the happy version
(as a real roadtrip always is)
of Tangled Up in Blue
* til it became fashinable to monetise moanin'
And there's no footnote or annotation
to explain why...
ask a fine "warrior" nation,
do you have road trips too?
They sulk...in bulk
thats what as the Tibetan fake high priestess...
is puttint too, in her big book
If shetoo does what the fuck she's told..
for her estrangeerated discomBobbed
lass too
write the fuckin TRUTH
And i know where it starts
Gotta get back there somehow...
on that 6.27
It started with a Miss Placed memory
stick.
What a wonderful life affirmin' story.
I had no idea is never possible in this .... sallow, that's the best word! land...
Even if there aren't any ...
..back to Sunderlast
Even if this is the Very worst kind of photography
oops not her
(note to self REMEMBER the recording nearly 90% now hate a day in A+E
and 80% are right pissed off with their GP..)
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Ehhhhh.....
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Well, there wont be any words left..... merely Sam and their one sided hullaballoo
THis now gets serious. An artist, a real one (safely EU libel free) lacking real subject material .... " "subject material 😒: the one dimensional ice sheet snobbery....... of your competition, i can't but your smile... could thaw them... me they run a mile....
unless i bought a silly straw hat.
Now...
(a sister-friend trustin' me in err knicker draws.... that's what you need in life..)
She, the Babscot .. that's what i shall call her
But i need an 'ubby for hertoo
She knows.... two tangoin' against the rentiers....
Is an actual 'manifestation' of "change" ...in other words - "human" ones...
"we... don't like the way you don't comply with legal tennantry lore.... WE..."
And guess what they fuck off and fuck up someone else...usually single
Which has been the way of folk since even before an ok song...
(her earpieces are all i needed...drown out this racket-on-sea..)
Except i met the blacklab lady...at last
wee-men really.
From the Scottish for small.
Having heard lastereve and thistermorn just how deeply shallow they are.
That's the real thing though, over fifteen years of them...
Listening to them
Not once has one EVER ever ever.. attempted to persuade anyone especially the wee ones of the next generation to read a half decent .. novel or god forbid some 'literature'..
Never
They don't want the next generation to have imagination
As of course they may be imagined...the problem.
You don't have to go very far: Animal Farm, have a picture full of piglets
posing
for his camera of course he always gets her to take it
to draw in the ...
merely cash cows..
+++++++
wee-men the movie, soon
++++++++++++++++++
MY POEM - in fact it needs retitlin'
Them....
what the wee-men did...
or ... i have about ten more thoughts, soon
yes books... " have you read that latest Gladwell/ MAcFarlane .. Stempel.... " nothing ever to cause real thinking, such as youtoo..may be the problem
This genuinely hurts me more than it may hurt anyone else...
Because well over a decade ago i mused internally mixing poignant imagery, sound... writerly bits and bobs.. and lots of INTERESTING, in fact unique video bits..
Into something maybe greater in its whole than all those bits and..Bobs... and rather arty too... certainly more actual 'art' than dodgy Podger or co..
(theyre ALL the same! performative confected fragility when every single artist I've ever encountered is as hard as the nails they'll steal from your private personal cross you've been impaled upon, if they think they can get some advantage by doin' so..
And nick the firewood pile you fall into
they dont know however know how to turn em into true seditious respondo-art...i do )
BUt that takes so so much time fiddlin around finding photos to the sequence.. there is one..
Which is being perfectionist
rather than learning not to be perfectionist and just spatterin the ugly larger blobs of second rate shite..
To my second rate audience
I know it's so hard for everyone else - all that years of practise of only two lines of Fakebook Bimoboese..
But i still write day in and out long real letters
nowadays fair dinkum weve saved the trees
From that fate worse than death
A few days ago one of at least ten a week trying to...
no not run any 'cause' just direct a few who.... well they never do.
To P...
In this folder are 3 audios.
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1-W8--oefmbqnuhzL18cONOt3n3_PmRIC?usp=sharing
(due to 10+ years of utter sad lost pseuds so so so wasting my full-time time an d energy I never have time to write nicely or present things adequately….yet)
A short news item on The Greens basically saying they don’t accept the Supreme Court ruling on boys are boys
Then chat with 5 year sort of ally Suzi….
Then file 712…. Inadequate as I was distracted but it does say that ‘CAUSES’… require one ALWAYS to put aside ANY word or even action of yesterday and ONLY use what may be useful in another person if they are potential ally, tomorrow.
I don’t think even you understand this – strange for 30 years of CRM…
Anyway I have for a decade gone through life 100% chronicling every moment via always on recorder… for our childrens’ generation….
And mainly on ‘environmental’ matters by which I mean the total 100% false people pleasing rubbish that has come out of every single person’s mouth from senior Green politicians to those who may just DO something in the rural regions (THE ‘environment’) is a wonderful Peysian diary of….everything…
Even sadly friends who sat in my kitchen goin on about slaves at shooting parties given em a little “hand job” but that doesn’t matter… false promises of “ well maybe I can help nudge your lass..” do.
ALL that really matters is tomorrow. What can WE do…to protect the environment…
This matter riffed upon with Suzi – my ‘friend’ and she is 100x more dodgy and useless and false promising and in fact almost entirely of the opposite ideology on EVERYthing else (much closer you) … and I have told her to her face how dodgy she was… 2021 making false promises she would give me boxes of inherited childrens books ofr me to share out among Titley kids schools and libraries closed…never happened…
A grown up only thinks about the possible POSITIVE next step…
Suzi is committed on the environment (though will never DO anything unless she sees a small group of allies ….)With this the current Green Party should and could be destroyed
(I have 10 years of truly awful behaviour from them recorded…. All with their smug narcissistic Messiah smiles…all bulletproof all libel proof..many truly dodgy acts)
I think it would be possible to organise a swift full frontal attack on them… (I have done the work already how to set up a petition for Parliament and then refer them to the Parliamentary standards committee..)
But above all there is NO hope with any current ‘Green’… they became a 100% self pitying pathetic cult…
I saw it happen.
We need a The REAL green Party…
I can get half a dozen peeps with our views on the environment (only) to battle this one forward…
This email is secret I am a PR absolute expert… (that’s how the 2005-6 test case was won – and top law / politics is ONLY PR…) it requires some preparation to launch (a petition plus press etc..)
It would be in fact quite easy – not much time needed from folk…
though always help needed
Why don’t you DO something actually full on and out there….?
The world IS laughing at the state of the British environment (I speak with many Europeans who flock to the SW)..and also now laughing at The Green party here….
(well they will be soon)
It is even more a tipping point moment than Trump and co in fact….
(as all ‘leftie’ politics became some shade of this Green cultishness)
We (well I wonder about you cos you take it all personally!) are above that…
=A new fresh start GREEN party dealing ONLY on the environment and a few confined other issues fully agreed on via MANIFESTO - such as maybe less chemicals in food etc etc…. I think would set a great example….maybe even further afield…
C’mon don’t sulk
Its fun FIGHTING and this one is AS CLEAR AS DAY … no brainer.
Beppe Grillo the Italian ex comedian started up a largely online party 2013ish quite alone…YOU would like…. Sort of environmental but a bit FAragian….
Etc…
He was a good man though.
Within 5 years they - his party…won the Italian general election as most successful party (albeit needing to form coalition)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2018_Italian_general_election
EVERYone is so sick of being the dirty man of Europe once more as we are….
Its not impossible to get somewhere REAL…
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Not "youtube exclusive" in fact only findable from here with this link
He listened...and reacted
I need 5 committed elves...
A petition, " debate on whether or not The Green Party should be referred to the Standards Committee for not accepting pretty conclusive Supremest Courtfolk Lore... "
I know theres a 90% who.... breathed a great big sigh of relief... and 49% of women, too
heads pickled by instagram
why wont ANY elves just have a look
I think it's MAYBE good enough to...
if not in my book
my bleedin gravestone, then
A poem.... (" i want to know a poet".. except it's not made to suck up; if you know why to suck up, well it just comes)
https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/05/well-i-didnt-lie-nor-do-i-cheat.html
oops i forgot the biggest Track talk... as i said to her "talkin' to yourself definitely good for sanity...and ok talk to himtoo... "
The real thing that is the borderline between me and you..
Simple really, there are only two states of being, those whom aven't, and those who are...
in a state of always loss...
And i know who i trust...who i know are the actually deeper and mature: those whom have
Lost = propper big headfuck loss, someone with who there was, real functional love
Strange word really. Losing but you find so so much more.
Even if it's just yourself, the one you never thought you could be.
In a million months of Mayday Sundays
Or end of the road Mondays...
I do handle the snobs with such...elan
And thius they hate one even more.
to kairos out of dreadful verse
sometimes.
(after all those smiles, once an Audi four ringer,
to whom one is always inaudible,
may as well have been ticklin' 'err with my mandible
they couldn't listen
COULD NOT
Funny that askin' where the warmest little cove is....
For their funny little two year old
" is there something wrong with your van, my man?"
we laughed, we, three
proper glee.
But could they take a tip
"not this one, two more along, especially sheltered from Easterly."
Nope of course not
Anyway now i have the very last Candide-Quixotic,
Borrowin' pilgremage
I wasn't planning to.
May the first i told the sort-of collaborator
Moral support now...and later.
I know she won't change, to suit
the loot. As she wanted trainin'
live well on fresh air
nearly there...
But even if i still don't know if Balkans
or even Midlands
Those which for millennia at the confluence of so many bolshy tribes
Made it down The Urals, "right we'll' ave a bit of this..."
Basically the history of Central Europe for ever...
.
scrappin... for the best bits of land
And other 'spoils' we can be sure...
CReates a kind of different mentality.
No disrespect what is will be.
Except The Guardian recommended books on
their poor little travellin' patronised, fantasy..
(The Canaletto - Warszawa old town
give the real clue, we want it back, fuck you...)
In fact i hadn't thought a long time ago
Those who emigrate on confected sweetness and geuus miners of 'sympathy
Fit in perfectly.
With theme park Britain of...
Well it's like this.
When even a writer artist sat in the sun with her sort-of-artist
friend (read someone with a fee Paradise place to stay
in the only ever transactionality)
Of course they cannot have a real 'philosophical'
conversation.
About the woman in the town just 3km away
Never mind my poem.
I mean what a privelage - first 'live' performance
Even if meekly "look you'll prob think teenage but... go one ...why not...
a 'real' writer with proofs to correct
Take a minute to llisten then please react...
Righty ho the rest of my output when i have spent ten years on the last output - puttin' it right
horses to frighten
(hers, the last archetype... her 'whisperin' '
I am sure
will cure
their 'behavioural difficulty'
(at a pony
[ slang for too much] , or more
for a day inside her door.)
And finding really ok poems from 15 year 'nago...
(the key to esteem, and kickin 'suicidality'
like a REAL old carthorse if you try and modify him...or her
is i never yearned for one moment different,
buckets are for losers...winners graze no borders for free. )
Anyway right yes....
I thought the 'road trip' version was over
Surely Former Sovs bein' their whole history is of rather bloody and trepidatious road trippery
Have it in their 'culture'..
Only takin' - fair dinkum maybe just nitted into the efnic togs, like DNA
rather than informing, at least
" yes no maybe.." well tell that to your priest.
errata vudu shaman higher priestess as the next wave that have taken over
My my (as said before)
production values of an Uppest Town top rankin, Fifth Avenue whore
where was i ohh yes....
'road trip' journeying to the Odyssey's end, stuff
Keeps you from ever gettin' in a big huff
As already the model was a kindof fantasy
'hologram' dereamlike .. shimmerin' not quite reality.
But if it is.
Well i really did need to meet, them....
there used to be a small little word for people like that
jujst 'snob', never bitchy upemselves twat
But when an 'artist' with nuthin' better to do
Than smile FIRST...
Until ... well they aren't gonna get the sweet sycophantine, version of it
Well its already in my can... jagged edges
infact better word picture, a methamphetamine addicted clam
(i have the recordings soon... disaster butterfly year ... seas full of drugs... no one even cares about the bugs)
snappin away because thats all she ever can
But with just the right designer smock, designer building mate (you really couldnt make him up)
perfect pastel window frames
of course can't listen to " yours nearer than theirs
full sun, and sea so close
two years....
he ....and i am very fussy
his free advice,
in fact the bizarre thing is that good oldschool slightly yokel tips on rottin' wood
and how to make it good
Is in fact why they CAME..in the first place...
And to meet poets just meanderin afront of her deliberately harbourfront pathway
First equal with (who was it Owen's friend..? )
The end of all actual creativity, just like HAy
And that was 20+ years ago... will they never learn?
Of course not.... arrogance and icicle maidenhead
combined ....you are beyond, poor him, dead.
And anyone else not quite them..
I didnt realise how their siftin' gear
gets almost trained down here...
Finishing School for the End of The World
Self portrait of the Cheltenham
LAdies have manners....girl
(a deliberate mistake bein' they don't do people only silly seas...
people art would require an artist at least TRYIN' to think... summat interestin' to say....
thats it the LAST day!
There was never any point.
It hasn't really been possible to have actual meaningful conversation in this whole land
Since around.. 2016... but s'not Farage...
or even their bug
I know exactly when this began
Its in the other one ... mendicant me
a lovely poetical cheeky ironic ... failed attempt to make folk SMILE...
with what folk knew for...ever was worth a smile
gentle self deprocatin' cheeky....
ham-philosophy
That usually turns out to be right in the end
And i know who wrote their actual history
before it has even started
(but i now know it will, as many fair minds endlessly say)
Slavenka Draculic
They Would Never Hurt a Fly...
(i am constant i gave 2 copies of that to gayboy Paul Keetch MP my 2004 jolly good pal... " PAul find your most sane ex military thinker peeps and ...share these out... one day i think we will need them"
he died VERY young too..... oh well...
the END ... that last short walk was.
Few of them REALLY frighten me.... and none of them 'get' that 'negative' energy/emotion/ 'experience'... is an energy... and i think maybe the best one of all for
to be cont )
Because....
twenty years i have listened to this total self aggrandising toxic sludge
fluent in effluent
nothing but FUDGE
0850 their fey radio 4
handsom Charley Eisentein lookalike God
Is on selling only HImself and fey fancy words
twenty years the MAcfarlanes... Polly Higgenses... now no doubt not so Humbles..
trudged over to HAy
and of course Cheltenham Larmer Tree... Hilary's fave i forget wjhat its called on EAstern Lowalnds
yes, LAtitude
Shambala Womad...
asll of em..
totin' their next BIG idea..
next look-at-me gentility
Many of their offshoots came to live round Wye Arrow Lugg ...even Teme..
tributaries.... paying bookshelf tribute to
Every flowing smarmy word..
every new "ecocide rights for rivers too..."
well i have 15 years of recording every single word
Every single one...meanderin' among em
looking for those, who just may actually DO
that which we needed no new words for
just take part in the timeless boring work
TAKE PART ... (politically, not as sexy as book festival literary)
shore up against the prozac piss n poo
NOT ONE EVER EVER DID ANY thing..
but
look for opportunities to virtue signal a fancy new word for hide
behind the latest (expensive)
fancy book... displayed on their shelves
describin' how not them..not themtoo
no not their pollutin bobbin' along
or one-per- woodburner
sour solo smoke up the flue..
i can prove that not one of these eco gods ever ever did one thing except say " no we-mens and their wee "birds" (usually in the latest chelsea chic,
a chelsea tractor or two
one for me one for you)
lapping up their every next expensive ecosaviour word
nothing but a wolf in sheeps clothing
stupid herd
drowning out the few real environmentally DOing folk
and their dull simple common sense words
sad English ,'eco' men (always private school needy pones, though they hide it well)
are nothimnng but a joke
i hope history has them as merely an expensive, bad smell.
But it wont unless you fund actual real history
we could start with Ms... entirled Atlee
who cannot libel sue me
as her inability to even answer face to face
" so are you comming to help the REAL environmental man
do some real... save Titley Pool (just if there were three!)
you get nothing but scowls
until you hear how she's ..
"yes i am part of the action, its all a disgrace..."
off to court LYING for millions...
tits out back straight tellin' me THAT
warrior champion heroic martyr...
in my ten years recordings
you can hear her...
(and as she was the local hero Queen of a region where..well she doesnt even live at the main damages claim river..... but they still look to herb as leader champion stiff upper lip-o-suction
vampirin' ever smallest timeless no need to reinvent the wheel
eco notion
"thats not the way I..[italicised I] would DO it"
why nothing ever got DONE
the chemicals and toxins and seaborne plastic bits
won
to be cont
one day
Nor charm those who just may be
timestamp 08.01
First line entering my head, timestamp 0753
And awaking feeling very bored and unpoetical
Nor even sustained beyond her day
by just one REAL emotion.
The only real one encountered for years
"two thousand and nine
.... i couldn't even write a line...
or could, but took about a year of time
and then i'd keep it hidden, not quite right....
overnight
twenty ten
something changed and
well, now and then
It doesn't bring them back, but
maybe proves old Wendler, right...
Never mind ...well, those of us who committed all the way
no 'herding men' or Tolle fussiness
'loss' the ultimate business
equation profit loss minus plus
But maybe you earn, a sort of compensation
not that theres much point, a fake poetryless
dumbed down nation
British 'literature' or anything for me long ago stopped existing.
Especially when one cannot even share witha librarian as i have attempted many times
""Rachel's Mars Room... not really my kind of tale..
but unlike your confected vulnerability,, saccahrine fake
compulsory
sympathy
she doesn't lace her genius tome with any kind of pity
And thus we learn..i learned from her book.
Just how perfectly she in fact gets her deplorables
and violent self castratin' poor lost
balls.
Never mind proves sexism still rife
Reading.. surely...nohhh....she couldnt do THAT
but its rather beautiful....
the bits shes used..italicised chapter-front
like ehh... dont look it up just go with her art
from chapter start
The great magnificent modern day almost
'road trip' just one long tome of gripping poetry
But the end...
The light .. searching out her heroine
The end. Of course you know what happemnned even if she never tells us what to think
Of her end.
MY story is the exact opposite
Yanks can only have it endin' all in tears
And machinery
gunnin' her into
as good as one of the Unabomber's victims, dead
No man - male creator,
never ever ever, not for a blink of her dyin' eye
would be allowed to copyist, word for word
fold in, include... in celebratory honourification
At least 10 thousand of the ultimate "human" "hater"
famous gunman, his line extermination
into her rather fabulous book. And even be nominated for a friggin Booker
she should have got
Bloody weather! ...
Meaning: ehhh... in the last three months i have had my best walking-wandering-landloping phase for five years since i walked out one mid march mornin' 2020... cos the fascists (to quote the youngish man at the perfect approved 'retreat' lasterweek .. - he's allowed to use the words, as he has all the right tattoos... and mates...
...well we didn't know then that i was king of defence.... (tip: it's never ever reactin') and 18 months later i would be the Olympic champion anti-rentier operative by waking away with world record arrears.. (all the other peasants just moanin' about how she put the rent up in her 80 properties by the highest rate we had known by far that June...2020.... but that's ok if you live in London or even a suburb or even London-on-sea where everyone pretends "community" this was the ONE place left in the whole MArches where " we are a small little freindly community and I look after everyone... " kind of bullshit...
I saw through the moment i met her 2013.... but it was all the others who one saw (and didnt befriend as no one ever actually did) so badly damaged by her....
Because having some numbty tell you they or someone else is "nice" when they are not is a symptom of mental illness it should be in their DSM 1, to now...
But theyre all too clever dick for that...
Becauase it makes the receiver of "the information" mentally ill... for real
As i saw over those years... and she of course picked off the single middle aged women first for truly awful Rachman behaviour...
(9 small households dotted around the ancient outbuildings of the very ancient estate.. jerry built into cheap conversions i loved... but The Greens wont tell you that two-per-woodburner is good for the planet and and even good for your ability to retain a roof.... because of course Ellie lives in the extremely expensive gated commiunity for rich incomer singles.... who have South Eastern money one way or other...
the way the single 50 somethings...one 67 ... were picked off as Mrs RAchman began to gentrify ...(after 7 years of near Paradise as they rarely even visited our gaff years at a time) as is her legal right... but it was the way,.... the outright denials in the years leading up.... and then as each of her victims (their fault for believeing her and not the rare voice of sanity, me as believe it or not i have rather good peep skills..) was turfed out in a VERY sparsely populated region..it is the way she then went about making up stories about why after 20 years residence Clare had to go... making personal stories up about the state of the way she left the place ..her and her fine young man-son...
to character assasinate .... to justify of course her...
(read volume 2..)
which meant Clare of course wouldnt be able to find anywhere else all that horrid gossip... by people who do nothing in the community or environment - no 'causes' no heling others or itp...so have such bitter little minds all they do is gossip
(the lower orders of the land - mainly bluehair imports resettled by the state for one reason or other..)
Anyway...only one person, played her game ...
however as her game was a ridiculous one from her Hemel Hempstead youth where every single twix she would itemise in her accounts and claim back for VAT
(as her skip did describe) and every second over near a decade spent on her was a second wasted...
To play her game, win, with the longest ever smiley " sorry i cant pay i thought i could but.." free rent from the rentiers, period, for 18 months, yet on the absolute minimum time invested in her warped little mindless mind (who would even insult my large library, too my face, and my chronicling-protection device..... thats who Nigel will have as his actual Europe Day campaigning ... archetype.... British Battleaxe...
Audi 75 Grand 4wd when they never even left the High St...
his and hers in fact, matching 5 grand number plates of course ... (you do see a lot of that down S..west..)
Where you dont see them is in gaol and criminal damage against a tennants property .. " yea you can leave those couches in the barn a bit"
so they can be filmed being burned...
(as with so many other plastic burning sessions/ tyres/ really good reuasable wood... mound sof it... usable furniture.... all his rubbish... at the bonfire spot hidden behind ancient walls of her little fiefdom.. one of only two for probably 5 or so km in any direction that managed to get new era grants for environmental stewardhip... quite a lot i would guess.... even enabling illegal concealed CCTV...)
Anyway all i know is truth and authenticity trump everything, such that one must say even when ones hoped for next phase depende don it...
the whole US 'model' every Hay-on-Wye incomer fraudster woman [it was only them - the ones who go to festivals and Portiuguese retrteats.. the pictures they put up of sobbing children and bujrned laptops, in artistic remodeled shapes ...at the Portuguese fires 8 or 9 years ago.... such amazing bandwagon jumpin production values good job someone keeps a true picture... and knows where their actual home is in rural Herefordshire rather than Portuguese burned down shepherds hut... ] jumped on bandwagonof crowdfunding and all of that seems to be dying...
i have never known such low traffc...
almost dead...
https://mendicantralph.blogspot.com/2025/04/crowdfunder-write-up-3-april-2025.html
which is sad as i now do have iot licked - how to roam this region with ALWAYS perfect zen, knowing when
And when not
And even who it is FOR... at last...
" i want a book that gives the truth.."
I am sure i shall never meet again - they all so nervily,... never come back.. never re-match, never take any next step, even to have great chats on death 'n how to landlope on
(thats what it was .. 2005ish wanderin up the Hay on Wye high st.. " hmmmm... ,my ohh my why... ? and what does one say... i guess they are just so so so sensitive sensitivity... oversensitivity... nervy... almost every single one you ever meet nowadays..." )
.... ohh well how sad never mind...
And at least i did meet my 100% perfect archetypal reader... if i can find just a shepherds hut to squat with a plug..
ohhh...of course.. they sold them all to her...
type,
swapped for South Eastern bridge buildin' cash... so
they wont understand the one key word: authentic
for real...pukka.... and being nobody nowhere for years
is how you manage i guess to process it all in .. just five years
when most are done in for ..life
I know as i see them everywhere, hiding.... unable to even meet a walker meanderin' the street..
scuttlin' away like rats.... back to the prozac pots
or vats of psychotropic tea
Nuthin' to do with me as not one ever listened...
or asked " how have you managed to persist 25 years in all this mad sick dysfunctionality ... bouncin' on every day.... and lass top cohort of scholarly achievement... nationally...."?
Its that above all these truly death on two legs ... (they usually run away with after about 3-5 years cant take bein that far fron=m the shops...)
They never ask... they may observe a most engaged and sharp daughter for miles...never even ask what education strategies may work best
for them too..
Hatesville is just lost and sick.... theres no hate there....
Theres one thing i decry more than havin'
winter vomitin' bug all summer too (assuming they get up early enough to meet the ayahhoooasker deliveroo,
up the creek)
it is arrogance...
pure hidden English
South Eastern
arrogance
That entirely took over .. the actual 'environment'
PAstyshire only ever a polluted holiday camp for 'adventurers' in their silly boats or
fancy dress
The MArches did matter... as thats where it was.
AND why they failed there is THE national story that must be told
Or can't they listen to even their BBC poshbird poshrtalk,
rather regularly
" [UK] THE most nature denuded country in the WHOLE of Europe.. "
yea that includes the territories you get your pets from too
Former Sov "birds" to put in her litte giolded cage..
and cheep when it suits...
that still are painted as only fetid swamps and once-were-death-camps
... the poetry of the deathiest death is of course actually
ultimately sexy... and life left affirmin'
And is the best way to go out on a bang. Before attending hashtag lessons....
"Miss.... [ real men can't be bothered, to learn such an ugly dark art ] ... please a question, do they work retrospectively...?"
( "i am bulletproof" better stick in the nuanced real words, in this lang, as Oggle translate probably high on psycho bucke'ovomit drugs, too, like all the Hatesville wonkites...and thus as bitchy and uncooperative indeed in human as she.... the sour one Babstoo agrees is ...an d it takes YEARs for them to...change.. infact probably the bridge across Forever and theres a barbed wire fence borderin' me from you, halfway along......)
Obviously NOT 100%... i mean nuance; language is a poetical approximation of most of the time.... nope you get stabbed in your back with " that sounds a bit narcissistic..." as they take EVERY word so literally down here... the antithesis of a poetical peeps...
Indeed the death
of everything..
The Artless Flattened...
Anyway George Borrow, Mister meanderin' road tripper randomply natterin with random peeps randomly noticed... my ohh my he would be turnin' in his grave...
How can one put this?
Basically whitey just got her rightful place as joint first this century.
Previously held by the greatest REAL dancin' old bag of them all.. who did also defy her age...
. who cannot not make me happy
(Tamster having drawn or slightly pipped Minnie to pole position of the last century, in 1999)
But not ...now... not in fact the whole afternoon, since randomly on " so what's your van like please" duty
On behalf of not me...
And there are no words, only..... she (a great poet i later saw)...
.... only one woman but it has to be LIVE...
the chox... and all my favourite singers are called Roberta the great backin' babe... a tepid fruity mocha with floatee bits atop to make you really sick
But sometimes... eye to eye..... then a hug - not the fake Buddhist hugs...
I mean her fuckin' soul had a million times more soul than even ...oops errata ...94, well no battery to find out her name curiously sexistly omitted from the title sequence
the greatest first equal whitey and her death howl..
sorry chox just tryin' too hard or maybe can't be a sickly madly junkie death howl as whitey...
To actually have that death howl between two people within just a few minutes...
Lets put it this way: as it would be disrespectfully crass trite and every other word (" luv... you must be open with them...you know that dont you i hope..") about being an anally retentive unhowling Ice pick of an English...
Lets put it this way... i play with my viewers and say things sometimes in poetically thoughtful ways ..
" he revved up here and..... did a Thelma and Lou.."
Exactly one year ago to the day i pulled over the cattlegrid opposite this extraordinarily steep deep cliff vertically down into a smallest cove the size of a big box of children's toys.. where...
two years earlier a mans car had been compacted into the size of a big box of childrens toys..
he probably hadnt been able to deliver to his children..
hence becoming rather boxed in
But it was the run up.... his final Thelma and Lour peddle to the metle..
three times a week i walked along that run maybe more for four months
Now that ...as i am human.... and have a rather soppy inside below the bulletproof chain mail
OBVIOUSLY caused fragments of lead to ricochet within for months
still does...
BUt only Mrs White trash Death howl...
could conceivably and ACTUAL artistically Munchian screamerly...
what she told me....
Just two weeks ago...
" whatever you do... look Hondas unlike the trendy Transporters ever creep in HAtesville Creek patinate and then fail to maintain..... they last forever...i know 'taint trendy and surfer hip.... but..... when they are older it is him.... it will be for them, what they have left of him.... keep it....forever... and abnyway you'll be a millionairess when the Transporters of HAtesville Creek have rusted away into it.... cos no one actually look after anyone else's rottin' stuff.... take all so absurdly personally....sorry to be personal and .... intrude..... but you opened up to me and i feel privelaged and..... look are you creative? ...
5mins later small screen in hand
" wow.... you really ARE a poet.... remember what their vudu high priest of the Supreme Court Denier Green world, the worst poet in history said, hius only actual genius line though i bet he stole it from some Ayn RAnd fan or the like....... ' what the poet needs is for the worst thing unimaginable to actually happen...and survive it...' . and we both know why you will..... god their laughter in your back yard.... and here we are.... no words could ever ever ever..... describe even my molten lead inside my whole damn head.....fuck i hate this place.... "...
But thhat's not...'all'... i mean.... her hexin' can't be that good...
Ok once every few years....
(" they silly onion layerists in my so called family never spoke of my Uncle Tony's so called appointment with the Great Gig above he made himself...rather bloodily..... it was the not knowin but vibe-sensin..... something... Tony died really as a sad almost accident as a result of an accident which damaged his head so the bully boys when he was conscripted into the lovely Farragian lovely sweet Bulldog barracks.... caused him to do imself in.... so you could almost say it was almost a natural ... one... no real guilt or shame.... whatever you do.... do not feel......
" sorry ive said to much when there are just no words your eyes are perfect and..... thank you for laughing at my worst icebreakers in history..... you kind of nearly did mean it.... i go.."!)
Only once every maybe even five years....
do half an hour later see that very rare exact same old Tony-bumpin... vintage JAg
Fuck off... no one could conceivably beat the rawest emotion ever inventible no shaman fakery could even dream up after a whole Europa (thats the one around Jupiter they probably thought would save us from Farage in some astrological leftovers - Agent z's greatest poetical metaphor or just poetry....words for the shit left on the toilet paper, sized bucket of vomit juice ... its in the stars rather than you gotta have gone OUT day after day and spoke to peeps you dont know and from the 'other' side even... not one ever ever did i know i recorded every word for 10 years....
I earned..meeting at last ... that girl in that song... the live version
live...standing within...her silent deathscream.... her total poise and real grace unlike the fake Her Grace Jo P... i just wasted a year on....
As close as you can get to LA Grande Belazza End Scene and still be just about alive...
or to quote the Agent Z song..
"death kept followin'.. trackin' us down..."
But coincidences like that....
I've never told ANYone that tale..i never needed to try to help just a humbly little bit anyone in that...
hardest job in the world.
there are no words.
of Tom Paul....
i forgot....i have his film ready just a first quick look...one of a few in time...
Though it will take some ..'edit'ing to really show his true art...
(somewhere in this the one doing his onstage Ted Talk...using the kids and then.... etc artfully shows his real true self far too long i had to tolerate... knowing one day he would be a splendid cause and effect - among other things setting onesself up as Mister Environment and then not even doing anything when ..ASKED... as a local farmer to him broke the GMO moratorium....deliberately... too busy saving thousands by snakeoil therapy at rather a lot per weekend work'shop'... all cordoned off from the official 'charity' centre stage... that staged nothing but base camp for the commercial ...con
. they are clever - all from the SE this one bought up cleverly where he thought he wouldnt be held to account .... they are clever... they think
me i dont really care about for example employment law...but i do care when ALL the 'community capital' on protecting the environment is sucked in to one particular grant paid place....and then they do nothing but act as base for him to honeypot the latest pretend hippy girl a bit lost..on holiday... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-zv5Cvg6pMrobably running away from someone just like him...not clever enough to disguise himself in the perfect tie die and Tibetan ....'costume'... funny thing we never saw Mrs.... i bet in fact it was her inherited cash too, or only.... that founded Ponzi Paradise 'Triust' ...)
Except there is a worse way of 'using' kids...
Because actual real small " communities" dont have much going on...
Now he can't sue or block because in the land os everyone's a tell tale i am not... unless someone were to begin a little duel, for their 'honour'.
The excellent first thrust of the sword: " ehhh...i have filmed evidence that this man from the South East used slave labour... people from the 'community service' naughty step scheme.. to work on his commercial wing - 500 quid a week therapeutic healing and gazing at the sunset buullshit aimed ONLY at silly women from down south with more money than sense..
that is a criminal offence quite a big job..
of course the full I-am-eco-Messiah disorder means they wouldnt even be able to ponder their sins for a moment prior to firing a salvo...
Then there is the ..." Simon ehh we can't afford to go see our mamma a year working here 40 hrs a week...at £40 quid a week..."
James and CAmilla - Scottish ones in fact quite humble and not posh J+C from SE usually bag the easy jobs at these places...
" well .. let me assist....you are workers, freelance as we all know he wouldnt give you a fuckin contract.... and you get paid slave pennies.. that is what working tax credit is designed for.. you will qualify i will help you apply... it has nothing to do with him except as you LIVE here we will have to use that as your home address... then you get WTC £80 a week top up....good system.. that will also mean you have pennies to send mum a christmas card as well... and ,maybe even invite to your baby shower..."
" ok but... we better ask him if its ok we even use 'his' address..[of a large 'community' ... Maypole fake load of rubbish... he profited from over many years ...especially all the free labour doing up HIS property.. that i bet wasnt part of the 'Trust'..i see is disbanded anyway.]..."
a few weeks later - 'healers' spend a lot of time hiding indoors with the curtains closed.. " he said no ...didnt give any REASON...just that ..."
" ahh doesnt surprise me really sorry for y'all... con artists dont like pieces of paper trail... they like willow trails at fifty quid a workshop for a few hours... but paper.. that means someone may know that he runs a business here... sorry... these con artists spread throughout the whole vale... i know you didnt know thats what Trip Advisor or whatever other comic book you've read on the place are for....conning even you fine two, too.."
But all those are 'technical' sins....
And a lucky escape as Modern Day Slavery lore wasnt invented in 2012
There is one far far more lifetime headfuckin' sin..
2007 May " sorry kiddo ... i can't find much on for our once or twice a week social sojourn... infantile rubbish on at local theatre.. no actual music.... but there is the NICE man running the big open day FOR THE CHILDREN of the refggion...all those posters (paid for with government grant) we have seen nice and glossy so it should be quuite well organised and a jolly good social event we have that to look forward to..."
On the day at their car park (paid for with government grant)... " hmmm no one else here yet.... i shall go and knock on the door maybe they came by foot.... cmon lets go and meet the NICE man properly after all these years buyin' his very expensive £1 a small plastic bag of forraged saladstuff to support him..... cmon he is ..NICE..."
knock knock
" ... ohh ehhh ...hi... sorry we only just got up..... hi... ehhh... no ...ehh its been cancelled... we went to a gig in Ireland on saturday and...well we got back so late last night we decided to.... ehhhhhh.... "
child abuse is when you quite deliberately live in - or aside 8 km up in the hills but its your only nearby grub and community time, community, a very small 'community' and you promulgate a fairly substantial event aimed ONLY at local children...
And a child walks away from his government grant paid for, front door thinking: " i thought my daddy was one of the ones who one could depend on to... mean what he said.... hmmm... now what!"
ohh and thats just the start of it...
To be cont... welcome to the world of proper dangerous journalism aboutr the most dangerous dodgy fakes in the whole universe even USA couldnt match they just all got terminal machinegunitis...
this lot leave open wounds.. for life.......
soon
And of course he - as archetype, bought her county, too. (from the late 80s i know as i would fly em down to death-squad-training-airport even then in the kingair... the even spivvier spivs ..
.in fact they came here first as the local good burghers were obviously even easier to con the grant cash out of..or turn a blind eye to planning permission lore...
Anyway straighforward fine actual diligent journalism even if they ONLY ever 'do' the other non 'Buddhist' class
such a good book Agent Z was given it for her late 18th...
But i guess in the era of the Butterfly brained who arent going to get past page 10 of something like that - a real finest journalism book ive ever read....
after Pilger and Tariq Ali that is...
as the small local matters JUST as much...
I do need an opera writer or maybe even dance empresario to turn their stories into something....else.. that may just work! (even Surrey Suzii agrees... and they nearly grabbed her by the short 'n curlies ... reeled her in... but i think shetoo saw through the absolute vapidity and perfidity of just how SELFharming all that world was....and it is only growing!)
The yanks used to be good at that when they could think in three dimensions... writing musicals about important serious social issues....
what did we once have, Scrooge.....
Funny i don't think its changed that much even if they would want all the little uns
would be branded with the Auschwitz triangle..of some or other syndrome or idea...
which covers up the actual heartlessness of...
Almost every British parent i ever knew... who simply never gave them enough time...nor consistency...
(daata in the today audio, on the madness of parents blaming poor innocent little ADHD
for ..their ... lack of parenting ..lots more data soon... even if data certainly doesn't work in a land gone ... BPD...
And Nigel isn't to blame
Paul is too... the way not one of these guru-men who did have,
community space and capital
ever once said " take part in the actual taking part... politically.."
when every penny he ever extorted was based on politics
getting all those grants put in place
in the very first place)