right now i don't waste money on props or even performance artworks

but i only ever once did.

Talking of witch

You think, i did..it's bad here...  spend a year or so nosing around the REAL Israel..

(sadly the only undercoverin' not in person)

But soon enough you start to pattern 

And there is only one conclusion: why aren't the mothers mothering their kids like in Deerhunter or other great art. ..

".war never ends well, even for 'victor' so don't even start... "

Because it's rather interesting how far ahead in the 'spiritual' arms race, 

bong bong ... bing bing

and such  ubiquitous rigs needs so much more bling

(i'm amazed Totnes Hatesville, Stroud or Presteigne aint invaded )

Righty ho the end 

As conditions

(every single electrical device now so wonky, intermittently ....requiring a jolly good slap)

 are such that i broke my golden bowl rule:

weather clears, walk!

And anyway...  that would be a turnup for the sky faery book

An... well, i did most d'recly... all lessons learned

go STRAIGHT for the jug'lar...

and foreign passports, i respect, never just burglar...

Anyway so many vidclips i hope nobody sees

one view irrelevent

It's more true than your news..

And certainly every single so called 

'Tuber...

And not just me saw that .... 

livin' actually... in ultra simplicity

and every second undistracted superiority...

 

But only time will see 

if i can get some kind of storytellin' sanity

Up and shared

(even if the most emotive one, part one, already aired)

simplistic orderly efficiency

maybe requires just penmanly

writing something properly,

and not the  bad rhythmic

 illiterate jabberwocky 

version

in artistic response to type

jabberwokey...

which never existed! 

It's so much more interesting...

if only i had a socket..

maybe next spring

 

as even if i did...

maybe to recycle

(that lovely old cycle)

there are just so many part human, part in, digital

real life stories

too good not to relish 

and never embellish

truth so much more funky than Potty imagination

will take all winter to somehow  organise

So, the 'manners' is in fact such a nice word

 YES!!

Back to that afternoon on The beach o' Bab...

Stood there at the side of the sea, 

from her very first tickl' of her strokin stick:

"CAN IT BE!....

"Them lasses and her ....god i bet they wanna tickle her ..

til the end of time; the greatest ever rhyme..

just about when they ceased to be any good,

now 'campaignin' for what no one ever cared about 

which sex gave em fanny wood

in their true genius past...

all that  simply perfect Bobbetterin' mind picture, bleedin,  blood inc.,

... but ohh to be there in that surely most intense moment in history

a fiddler stolen,  "no she's mine all for me....

"fuck off...  Ivry's turnin' in his grave

only one could have 'is rotten corpse turnin' so depraved

... 'the others like Lucy takes at least a video peek...

...one smallest stroke of her sharp- elbow...leave work work, at least a week.... 

as long as you'll need her on loop....

and you don't even need to see who's on it.... 

from the very first vibrtational frequency....'

" fuck off i'll get you done for sex'l 'rassment...

... i called err first and it's MY basement...

and my tape... even if you sung for the bed

 you think I'm sharin' one Scarlet hair 'f'err head

or any

other 

her you're out ya head..."

But really....  i never wanted to know ANYthing about any dull fake musician..

nor their hasbeen once childstar ex girlfriends who couldnt even take the GREATEST compliment

And deliberately don't care who's strummin' the banjo

Until that nearly perfect day, on the mad witches' beach...

And some word pictures soon

" yes i just know it is..... but Im probably wrong....  

I mean no one ever reMAstered  the best ever song..

And the Mistress of all there ever was

Didn't even need to be enquired of  if 'err 'air was still red

As the REAL deal, needs no bottle 'pon err head.

And only one is the remedy, too.

To all their ever increasin' hullabaloo

Righty ho talking of witch

witches

Which name? What hashtag

Maybe the answer's in this really old hag...

(in Fact Lumley maybe did do some good, a real saviour and humanitarian operator

As when you hear on first encounter how one of them

queen of them

was twenny years saving the gurus of very High up Nepal

well you know immediately

to be  aware

that every single word that comes out her vicious (never to me Im nice)

gob..

is a mad lie and ... to be cont another day

But maybne thats the hashtag, them inclined to punctuate every lying bit o bad manners

never mind causin' a workman  who gave her 'mates [of mates] rates' 

And blocked off several days for herjob,

when on his last can of Yeti stew..(in other words nowt left in the kitchen cabinet as they don't exist either)

Never mind drive 30km at ten to dawn

to 'help' her all folorn nobody else to grab

her old bag of a pack o' lies

As of course there's an equation Einstein would be proud to have discovered:

The ratio of little prayer emojis in their bad mannered brush off

disappeared verbal contract texts 

is equal to the amount of real friends they dont have,  long ago known as pest

 But a two'fer

is a reference on to VERY good friend with a  whole week of work

skipping his rooms filled with bohemian detritus and broken guitars too busy on mindfulness workshops

to ever fix...

" i'll order a skip... next week.... and its so so wonderful you're available

desperate for someone to  work on this job can't get anyone else to do...

i shall call you back in a few days...  yes at the most two...."

two weeks the booked worker  calls,  not a whisper..

And as if their whispered  "reach out" language 

first line parroted with such auto-ease

absolves them of the only disease

they don't claim to have: terminal people please

But if you think these are fringe   rottin' ex hobo hippy types 

It's when one day we'll get to the whole 'third' sector' 

Mainlinin' most of your taxpaid billions

And Nige can only ever blame some poor immo ..

And Tommy's scooter rocker casin' rattles on about who's on their pillion.

There is however absolutely no point even politicking

... as if you stop and stare 

(without being seen to stare nobody ever taught Pastyland is a thing)

and take them in...

Especially havin' found their Source

It's for certain the final curtain 

The big rusty hearse

no cash left for anyone else

As one and all they have (body language is so precise)

All the power, and always will.

And only a fool fights or thinks there's any hope

And Reform will only dare DOGE some near-pension

surplus to actual requirements cleanin' lady bloke

They don't even know of this hornets nest to not poke.

But you have to have the insider tapes..

The Master, of disguise, among them Mistresses...

(why is she  the newmeat so distressed?)

maybe!!

 Mindpicture, especially if alien arriving from another actual civilisation, that hasnt pissed prozac, femminax, 

and dogdrugs into their oceans .. 

quite extraordinarily the people of this curious place

bounce around on rubber balls, 

maniacal  smile affixed to the ' face'

hopping from one virtue pretence

to the next,  never tiptoein off  any top of the fence

( bring back the old words, 'space cadet' quite adequate)

lets name this race after that squashed smiley face

the space hoppers...

maybe

now to the casual observer this may seem a fringe 

or sidealley caca 'n cake binge

An irellevent* inconsequential minority

just a hobby .. playtime parody

( even if i havent yet .

she fuelled me, first encounter

the exact right tone .. and shared bodyparts, 

in harmonious joint appreciation

 of this toxic fantasised latterday incantation 

to nothing no sanity, and shit arts

" auf weidersehen, pet"

which was not to be

until a few days ago i texted her my "allergy"

knowing:  "no way!  cant have him 'round my lad, and me..."

anyway forget her  has she like The First

changed her mind?

English cant do that, 

storyold

 old whizzened soursolo time

after time 

Anf forget old George Orwell, undercover rovin' reporter

never a happy man, 

Farmin pigs nightly pissed slauterin' 

or off to someone elses slaughter

Down and Out  pinpoints some few cruel sideshown

hostel management turfin em out wandererers town to town

But a real undercover rover, multitaskin' with actual reporterly dedication'

lives in his dead cat observatory

and fixes their drains, mucky sheds; them,  his laboratory...

testing some cost efficient and nature caring oldschool woodlander sanity .

among other tests such as clearly 'malicious' reference literary

( all clever words not in Potty playboook or Steiner approved 

my my gets them in a very bad mood)

Anyway...thing is

when you discover The Source

its not some  insignificant dribbling  little sidestream tributary

It's where the high rankin' civil servants, militarists, and  even secret Zionistas

business leaders ( especially f, in italics) and ex ministers

loads a alcoholics

holiday, second homery, 

and retire to just-like-them community

In fact i would say even more than Surrey...

Well it doesn't have  Totnes, 

where they can pray at the altar of i manifest ...

only me

 but thing is ... ( ignoring ex factory worker caravan wo/man, Nigel fans ..)

The Marches less so but they have the cash

down here one and all really did dash

the rulers the hardpower, 

London-ex 

but still there in their heads and 

here 100% majority

And yet all serfs only sell backwards fantasy

none of my business except just how totally  genius at illusion and spin.

like the BBC ...  hoodwinkers supreme

i think they pay their ' critics' Parliamentarian or  Mary- large'oh gizzanother burger

" libtard lefties   stop their dosh!" 

but it is the younger generation, entirely brainwashed as a nation:

( i heard yet another yesteraft)

" well we still trust their brand of information ... 

 Top of the world Pops... when it comes to making democratic decision ..

the most authoratative . 

 despite yes ...we all know... a bias to leftleaning    commie or  ( the words fail even me)...  "

their education hasn't clearly explained:

effect -  least equal country  on all our continent

highest house/ rent prices  .. even theyre discontent!

5x more madness than everywhere else

double the homelesness  maybe four times

corbyn,  " we need to think again reform and remain" it nearly rhymes

( on course 2019 to power,  unless..... yet again...)

 complete 100% conartist class " give me a lanyard and a ' third sector'  consultancy"

no real monitoring or accountability

nor productivity

cause - well you can't have it both ways and be " the most trusted broadcaster in the world !!! rahh rahhh... even by cynical self- harming youth..." 

when by every reasonably objective measure such as the  great majority of spiv class financialised  raped 'n pillaged once 'public' utilities

( i once worked directly for top rapist im mo mere Yellytubby  ooh i like that typo ... conspiracy theory propogandist  )

uk business politics and SOCIETY ...  ( by far highest prison pop and longer sentencing  in real life ..than any other European  destination)

 lurched  so far to the 'right'  as an un'divided' nation

of one rightist in fact Ayn Randist soto voce

( and now languages so cut back in school ...well you fill in the rest)

unable ever to even utter ' the common good' 

but every closed down  community space  chuckin up only how all are ill in everyone's face

 the moment you walk in through their badly maintained maniacal auto self opening... 

where nuthin but  wonderful diversionary identity politics is happenin ..

effect - you cannot not measure by every measure a massive swing to the " my sharp elbows", even if in Evan Davies   fake smiley  tones

causes so many to no longer even dream of homes

and equate to the " most trusted broadcaster" 

the other twin word  in that splendid sentence

cause ..

cause, crappest education ( by their own parents whose job it ACTUALLY is) on the whole planet

effect, young people cant even add up 

1 main cause = 1 main effect

( or if deplorable tv, itv sky or whatever else, two fer one ...they know all about that)

* 15 years and the Oggle redline squiggle is STILL intermittent you think these cowboys can do 'ai' containment

you're mad as some hattof separate species of unplasticated  dog faeces

I'm still not sure...

 A long time ago I designated the Shakti's Tom-Pauls and Dorothies  

the Teletubbies.

But so many ' lived experience' road testing of that absolutely accurate naming of their shrew

brainless eyes glazed over ... but as we knew with them Tellies when the spy camera is not watching: their real vicious animal testing operation would wind up into action..

and a lot of taxidermy... 

when it came to anyone who wasn't them, whilst still alive . ..

Narniac doesn't quite 'hold the space' adequately such that one can ' relate' to the place so stuffed with hidden malice, If the teapot aint quite to the exact wishlist of sweet little  Alice

The Mad Hatters  perhaps betterly apt

The only new discovery 

of a quarter decade dullest ever people journey

Just how many 

But the problem is all these fantasy  references 

As the only great book minded parent ever met Griselda 

the boozer

but senior at OUP

" i ban them from our house, truth so much more intrestin than all this Potty fantasy . .."

As so much of this spring ..( that her timecrimes are forgave)

" we dont have the  words..  .. shared lexicon! 

most of their culture a fantasised con..."

There is no 'duality' or 'non', only one:

same shabby connected ass...edia..

SO, this really lives aside another - a pair of terribly twinned, same ole

and why haven't people peered into this ?

i don't care much for counters but one is curious if the 777 readers today not even by lunchtime,  are  real? feds or some fake curiouser...

so why didn't anyone seem to click on this link below i took my time and trouble to put here a few days ago: always set to open in a new windows anyway its all the same old cant and vanity

(rit to the rhythm of the best ever song about just that

i spent all summer being watched being as precisely couldn't give a toss,  as even sad old Ellis rather did when the junkies got her in their gang...)

Anyway the ultimate cant and vanity is only to be Ellis-smiled at, always... when you HAVE spent 500 hours at least with wrinkled brow from the exertion at trying to assist the liar to remain alive...

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

says no new views..??

strange... somehow that stand alone page - there are many made the last few years that only a few PAID-for friends have seen, meaning i PAID bigtime for supposed 'friendship' with just so so much of my precious time...so that one has been tagged by Big Sister as 'not secure'

i can assure it is... and also the tech overall has got far far wonkier once 'ai' became part of it...sane people turn off ALL apps and extra apps by default as i do always but can't keep it from nosing back in....

But i know FOR certain it doesn't know about the things that follow, as the majority who do almost swear by their lovely Narniac soul and words never can say just how utterly disconnected they became, from any truth...not 'post modernist' clever reframing but far rather a Narniac thing and in fact pondering her/my word..it isn't quite right as it is the acid raindrops falling on butterfly wings that will make us all extinct...

It is the total flesh eating zombie look in their eyes..(not that i have ever watched a horror film but can imagine)

In fact fair dinkum the awful Yank Mr McCarthy did i guess 'get' them in The Road... except that is no useful allegory or word picture as it is all about the look...  that continually says engaged curious and very abundantly plenished when in fact not one has any 'energy' to be human or even remember what it was once to be a simple human person...

not one would EVER think they are to 'blame' for anything....

But ...I am only sad about one thing so much time wasted except the sadness is that even Mister God Squad couldnt recall his ONE worthwhile compliment (regarding rechargeable batteries of course)

but it is the way they failed  - as majority.. any 'space' in any "community" is mainly run by Narniacs with free acid drops in their pocket but well hidden.. they are clever and got the community roles initially as volunteer but that leads to paid positions and grants... that NObody ever holds to account, they darent... but its the way none even can manage basic home economics in good ole fashioned constructive critique that really is the ultimate biscuit...

And thats why their kids had nothing ever to munch on but exactly that nothing to say that ever is useful to anyone..

Such as do NOT use the applicator its just a con.

Anyway thats all a surreal (And entirely unfinished merely unedited highlights in longer form) madhouse, Alice up her smelly yellow shitstained fantasy road... to nowhere...

And any critique fails to reach anyone... the ultimate in 'posttruth' nothing.. 

But i know a story with real emotion.... real life....years of it, real heartstopping stuff... just for now part one:

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

And it is all linked: the 100% acedia of even the churchwoman whom upon meeting her two years ago says  "the elders used me abused me smashed me to bits and then cancelled me.." 

" ohh really....so they would be of the same little county as the ones who did the same to my daughter....  so we have shared tyranny shared oppression in our backgrounds..i see the photos of you online before and after..i can SEE how they BODILY ate you alive.....  we are allies even if i am tougher than you are meant to be intelligent.... so the one thing above all i wish is for you to live so that maybe one day you may tell that story to her..... she needs to know....  for her sake...just how evil and backwards that little mason infested dump is...  so you can tell her...no point her hearing it from me.. rightly she will only believe the words of a fellow babe.... will you one day do so perhaps for..not me, her.."

"of course.... and we both kindof got cancelled for..our words.."

Righty ho kairos and you NEVER know....

 when the 'energy' comes good or (what was the word i heard the other day..... ? it's one of this Narniac words about all is yummy.....cacaista, fancy dungarista words.....i forget for now...)

That you won't get from any reiki Mistress or pisstakin'  so called best artist...

(i haven't forgetten him.... nor his Kurteeny...as it really is also THE one thing i needed to hear with my own ears:  " ohhh ive just got back from my shamanism workshop..."  i mean even the English Public Schoolgirl laughed..later... when she should have to her lined and sour Rachman Landlordess face...) 

So you never know when you feel 95% mojo as i always do every day for years at dawn..maybe excepting just a few, you can hear soon...

or 100%

And despite a night at the worst atch of white van building men, jealous of them with the compulsory great big pickup..

mojo, 110.

And there are SO many small chippy vidclips from a whole year but my illness is when as i do i have to retain ALL trains of thought in memory - not even enough time to keep a 'matrix' of whats said when and whether its been uploaded or note form drafted...

I forget after about 3 days what is said where (and there is a REAL LIFE ongoing riff, too... much of which is relevant and rather fun) and thus must either listen again to my own video clips - not fun, before uploading or wing it trying to remember whats been uploaded and what said..

but of course i missrecall and so some jotting assumes you the poor reader i wish only to blow your fuse,too.... i may discombobulate with things referred to that haven't yet even been shared with youtoo...

But so what you're so dumbed down you don't even want to pay for something (especially Substack though i cannot know who listens -  all i do know is that nobody pays..in respect of the Poland offering the reason you'll be fried

 one day and you won't even know why... thats no way to die!

i am the lucky one, mine, i shall understand every last breath..

as i did the real last-breath work long ago)

Anyway esteem is when all you care about is some twee lovely yummy artistic flow... which requires other clips around or aside  some bigjobs ...and it's impossible thus far to even begin to do all you plan, and all is ruined by chucking in a scattergun of just a few

But then i konow what the bigger picture is, and is also in my can...

what the hell i no longer give a damn

but do try...

always, no excuse...

well, ten years one....

lo9ng ago i knew every single second that can be saved..

but til this summer didnt know quite how awful the fake vanmen weretoo...

in a bit himtoo....

soon

though i needn't really cross-matric evidence...

I just know nobody CAN broadcast even simple frugal thrifty, sense...

So you can have part one a bit later

oops ... missed MANY bits...

 but just for now..

You can't have it both ways.

Or in the case of Mister Sikorski almost three..

Born within a year of me

His VERY VERY English education...he must have had a TV

Now, anyone with the vaguest memory of all those films and pictures... 1973

and on: real film not made up absurdism of whatsisface Emir or some other self promotor ... 70s 80s acid rain ruining half of Europe... (said to start in UK pipes?)

 https://nilu.com/2015/12/an-acidic-start-climate-debate-in-the-70s/

Rarely off our television... every single numbskull even in Bullingdon Club Tv lounge... well aware.

SO Mister Sikorsky tells us Russia wasn't all oppressive and Ivan Denisovic...

 comming from him all a bit rich

IN that well known to ANYone landloping around Lower Poland...

Especially meanderin' from,  about a naughty mile up above

The filth and smoke from Katovice...  

an area of many 100 sq killermetre

(why arent there any photos? even if i dont have time to dig too deep..  

Silesia ...on a nice day.... )

so you're the number one polluter by far of jolly old Europe.

And jolly old Stalin or his successors didnt have your digits  in the Soviet thumb- screw....

funny that..ive never heard one Pole ever take any responsibility...  for their choice, fuck you...

The moral of the story however (maybe even now) is that the truest most sane and enlightened beautiful truth ...number SIX on top of the English Pops....

always comes from the worst of places

Henryk's lungs so badly fucked by their selfinflicted worst ever air pollution...

He's got to hire in some English babe.. to articulate it instead, ten times better than even that fake fancy Callas, 

(from the country where all of Pornhub supplies the 'data': only thing turns em on bein'  up the ass)

All that lead gone and screwed up their heads..

Bet in Poland they dubbed in some awful man

conducting some poor innocent peasant Amish

(the one i couldnt find)

what to do with HER blueline, wombly newlife symphony

when English beery blokes,  even Scunthorpian steelworkers  by late 1970

knew "her business ONLY, not one even thought or  opinion  again ever comes from me"

Anywhere where was i i bet it never even got into their charts..

one of the greatest ever pieces of art

In fact almost... about, Sikorski  also alongside his Mister Johnson...

...sticking it up the snout

And the true tragedy...no one's told him.... 

Ehh even here that's nothing to overture about...

KIck them out of the EU, or rather swap their VERY dangerous place at that table with Serbia - at least they won't make up falsies...*

Righty ho time to get one last international matter out.. (unplanned only cos the battery voodoo says do it now while you can)

before the only stories left, long planned,  that may just tell truth that just maybe gets to one cold heart...

FREE substack audio about the REAL history of Europe.

You won't hear on so called 'Professor' Nail Fergie dotcome nor from mad sad Starkey ...

And certainly not from these absurd childmen

Poland... poor little bonkers lapdog; lapping up all the scraps from every ('all male') Bullingdon Club table it ever could, as it wants the full din dins, back.. behind closed doors.

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/poland-poor-little-bonkers-lapdog?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true 

* and if i were in charge i mean it, in that i doubt Serbia would lower itself to so many years of acting ...  the 'innocent'..or victim.

At least you know where you are with them, just listening to their homo-erotica - they big themselves up in the opposite direction to whom they really are..

...and in fact three years ago beginning to 'study' just who the hell are that lot? one finds indeed the history is littered with instances of them  - the Kindoms of Them Serbs...perhaps being the 'peacemaker' of that centuries long ranty region... 

Now if my material wasn't so criminally unlistened to - which makes me zen-happy and "centred" - poor thing doesnt get   the inverse law of good content: in a society 99.9% gone stupid, well.. of course theyre not going to flock to great real insight, from REAL 'lived experience' and thinking for onesself, and saying out loud what only Olivia (pics about 2 years ago) dared laugh in perfect harmony, with... about her muvvaland ......  3000 'friends' are sadly the lot that cannot...think. And just join, in with any old shamanian Narniac nonsense...

ohh yes i want to go BACK!

if the rightful audience was found for the above - millions! i would demand as payment, well lets start up a petition: 

Don't BLOCK them any more, accession NOW !....  

we need them, far more than dodgy Poland in fact maybe we need them in the EU to deal with dodgy Poland...slap em down ... some real no nonsense "warrioring" as ww3 i bet my last reader left, will arise right there... if poor little Sikorski has his Bullingdon way... (after all they all crashed and burned, why not him..)

 and then i could get my red passport back as rightful PR supremo of pure PR and national 'hero'... and none of that pesky language test barrier for us paupers without the Golden Visa the Yanks can now all afford and invade the BBC working for them (Start the Week yestermorn out of four speakers at least three!) despite never ever knowing what our language was sometimes 'less is more'....etc... (more on this later)  ...even she said she doesn't speak it fully any more... and it made me sad

Not as sad as the idea of a blue one next time with HIS paedo coat of Arms on the front

even if one must NEVER hint at pedernastiness without 100%  fully frontal evidence caught on CCTV ... or reliable witness...es

Which in UK is like saying ehhh... find someone in HAtesville who has NOT had their bananas spiked with some twats designer drugs just for fun.... or because he knows 'best'... 

impossible so i withdraw that one comment... only...despite being  wise enough to know that there was someone just as bad as their mate Bri....an Italian....  i had to try one last warning.....  they were all a 'mate' of him...

But no one cared about him, as he found the fucked up underage junky Sloanes...  and fed them back to the party people... in their own Kensington, homes... that's called being a 'party organiser' or even impresario

double standards, there we go... furthermore no Sloane worth half her Priory subscription

 is going to talk about her abused past, and make a commotion...

 

The centred-zenniness is inferkinscrutable..

 And why one must every day in wintertime well before dawn

(as its so weirdly always warm)

put on ones dancing shoes and pivot twist and generally go with every electron's flow..

And occasionally just SO

methodically prepare for a day when THIS old shitty thing will for certain only battery-last fourty five minutes at best..

(even todays lovely warm mizzle, hiding me in this horrid builders corner)

So, rarely run the engine at wellbefore so as to top up old battery

warming it and the shittop up...

maybe i shall get a second go...another half an hour

then off i must go

to the house of moaning about some or other label 

society could never afford to  individually analyse and times table:

you get three times more 'personal' tuition at this table

meant for the adults needing quiet, so as to keep food on their table

as there's NO 'safety net' 

any fool believing that lanyard, should a real education go and get

Anyway methodical forward planning  to stroke and be nice to every slightest useful electron

THE dance since dawn (will be shown soon - i tried thistersummer but.. well thats someone else's story she'll never tell)

And then not scrutable, not to any well known tried and tested plan.

The bloody battery last three hours, 

that's not fair, I'm entitled to my frenetic tiring daily dance!

to just get one word out makes any sense....

And when ive had enough of ANYthing new 

Bloody thing goes and does what it promises it will do.

LAsts three hours....

so boring, so even more infuriating...

As a real man learns, never believe one word

unfortunately, sadly...as you can't ever do 'owt unless at least a small herd

75% of whom must be "bird" 

As we knew in environmental circles fourty years ago

Even if then only fifty fifty necessary...*

as almost all were esteemed quite quite equally

(*obviously going to REAl environmentally necessary chats with farmers or fat Audi 4 ring emblazoned councilors, who own the 'environment'; around and abuse it for grants

  - no Green Party towny EVER dares to do....if at least half the nice sweet war party is female then the tone of the battle will be actually calmer and may even succeed when man-on-men never does...  unless of course one is dealing with her the Queen of Eywood fake green grant grabbin' ... there is no word that can sum up her totality 

just jealousy..

of everyone, she could never be...

blesserr.... Hemel Hempstead obsessively claimed chocolate bar 'on expenses' ....to claim back the VAT

And all her life nothing changed..

despite owning THE most sublime gorgeous parkland and even real nature reserved for just us..

or at least ownin it by proxy... her maybe the exception that proves the rule: every woman ever crossed her path... even The actual owners lardarse fast driving [despite the signs: "CHILDEN PLAYING MAX 5MPH" ]... 

'carer' ... wife

daggers drawn....   must have so so hated her so called sisterhood

In that one instance, maybe 3 men to one her may have just about done some smallest good.

..i am unsuable and very scrutable: quite a few films of her....zooming in to our childrens' playpark... even after dark, when the small ones may have been lost or crawling...dad drunk...  until 2020 he stopped that habit and became extremely silverlined human.. i cant be bothered to parenthesise a second more.[ her words sadly used only to confound and fabulist.. a once good mind, descended into just taking the piss] ..not one worth one millisecond of my actual daily dance

So yes in a very very lovely old Woodlanders place..

A hundred years of no gentrification lost to wilderness 

(and 20 metre high ancient clematis)

as soon as she arrives - 'carer'

advertised, bumper stickers...

the true salt of the earth locally

Every word out of her vciscious little mouth

" when i am at work in the caring capacity.. up half the night, Florence Nightly, me.... "

Funny thing is seven or eight years of quite a few madmen in and out

(oh yes Claire the other one.... expressing her 'emotion' with her right foot....funny that the one who gossipped about everyone else)

But the one who disregarded our lovely large old signage

" 5 mph pretty please...  so they can get to be your age"

(dark, no lighting.... extreme swamp like slippy moss and underfoot foliage)

is the one who came in and said ' i think things need improving ... modernising

a bit round here... and her the boss at the moment...well.. lets see about that .... ohh must dash ive someone to go and CARE for... ")

As we all knew...but couldn't say... you can't accuse a younger CARER woman of being the one whom cares less than everyone put together in a so so quiet and remote palace

where there's no reason to dash around so fast its a miracle that...

to be cont

but every word here is actually backed up and backupable with ... full double backed up diligently digital..proof

NOT to tell tales i don't really believe in that

But i do believe in time immemorial ok culture from the heart

about reality

(as they eulogise Burton today on Today...;.   sorry every bloke livin' in Wales North or South...

knew that the 'crow black' 

was from the beer causing punch to  eye or mouth)

Moral of the story, sucker English always  believed any old faery tail...

or as the Portuguese said centuries ago

"for the English to see.."

meaning as long as the picket fence has a fresh coat of glossy paint, they don't even notice the rot underneath...

 

So, someone...

 ...said "keep the [newish works fab, simpler] laptop.."

(all i should really care about is turning this wonderful hottest ever summer into a flowey road trip, on the only drug that ever worked..) 

And then there are the "trainings"... his #vanlife videos are EVEN worse - i sat and tortured myself lastereve watching her give someone 'breathing' lessons over her zoom, sat in his absurd bourgeois moaning he-child van...

It is bizarre that she - Ms " now today where can i wash my hair" met up with and didn't remain allied to...him...

I shall come back to that soon.

Not that there is any hope in that they have all been gobbled up by the worst wordings in history..

there is no turning back from them.

And you lapped them up... just because they smile for a camera

Me i persist no matter what...

In fact there's the rub: there really are fewer pleasures more real and wholesome than  being tucked up early evening under a warm rug in a small cheap tin can ..even here by their likely pestilent river...

with not a care in the world, and being warm on as little as possible...

other than being warm in the summer sun in the actual real 'nature' spots off the beaten track which if you are anywhere near ANY 'track' in this PP means theyre all beating themselves up about blisters; and the blister on their finger endlessly jabbing at a device on their wrist if theyre richer and showyoffer.. when it doesnt tell them where they are or misses some chunk of steps off their counter..

All i know is that endless failure is the truest  mind altering magic

mushroom free

key to sanity...

But that one: a summer dedicated mainly to 'empowering' ..   hmm what are their other nonwords that must have a lanyard, and a compulsory water bottle thrust out front (EVEN still this weekend gone and even in this dumptown IN the rain.. the way they swish their piece of coloured plastic as if to say i am so so complete all i need is this, when in fact hottest midsummer ever i dont believe i allowed any portable water wasting space in my bootcamp.. )

Now this is a comedy.

But tragedy is when .....  she should....she could.... 

But stopped.

And the bootcamp groomings and abuse  did actually work!

(link to one of your smiley blokes supposedly in a van every other joke is undermining his woman passenger ok she should be for bimbo qualities but thats not going to work i know how to properly elevate a woman to her rightful equal ability with the pen is mightier than the sword... especially if one is female as good job i remembered that, ONLY a woman has the 'voice' the 'floor'  the POWER in the 'public conversation' for some years now...

we are talking about the REAL version of the floor not that made up by BBC or some absurd moaning Divina or Diva

This is a full essay SO many times given as all essays are, for free, face to face on manoeuvres..

They kind of agree in fact it's the only one where i shut them the fuck up most successfully: "  what with Saville,  Nigel [the dumbed down pick on, when in fact it was the REAL power and money: James Goldsmith, Tiny Dick Rowland and a few other alienated non Bullingdon club members who started BREXIT decades before] , Dominic [ interesting how he went meek after being arguably most powerful man in politics as their fixer]... add in Wayne Cousens, ohh yes Harvey... Tate and Brand... one should say in the same breath as Christianity is just as Miss Oh Jennyal... ehh all the actual paedo priests... which may be a different number than the alleged, in this land of ....well we heard in the pub the words of a senior and lovely [he was tested]  Oxford Dean, how his underlings in your Heroically Unhealthy service made a career out of false allegations and payoffs....  

but all the FACTS are irrelevant all that matters is where the public is at any one time (which is all government is, waging that war....interesting factoid for the silly Nouvea Farragians in that every  Western country in the world probably many less 'developed' too depends on 'government' for 40-50% of their GDP... even in silly Muskian lands of nutcase smiles.... so in short the 'public sector' is all you have got between a stableish bankrupt society and one which if it loses a mere few percent of its GDP goes into debt-=spiral free fall and ends up Argentina ... ) 

Anyway "only women have THE voice... "  obviously not entirely true prima facie, but in real facias  if one takes note of 'issues' over the last decade ... if a man is 'passionate' about that issue in public the whole zeitgeist does unconsciously assume he will get his axe out, or Waynies warrant card,  if he doesnt get his way... whereas a woman if she is passionate in public about some issue  quite often she does in fact get her way..

(case in point the recent suggested rolling back of the 1989 Children's Act...  not actually based on reliable across the board 'data' their fave word...but nobody dare state in public she's got a bit of an itch where it hurts....but that is a bad example - many new 'legal' single-issue campaigns are started up by females  its quite extraordinary...  if Farage had been bleating on about the poor Gurkhas   - poor as anyone wishing to live here rather than there has a definite mental illness needing repatriation.... rather than sexy Joanna... it wouldnt have changed...) 

Or maybe  better case in point, if some lad from the slums of kabul with only one leg the other one gone the way of the failed Diana initiative...

was campaigning  very very rantily for  "a [NEW] leg for a leg... and you let the mines back in so you need to pay up" most would ignore him whereas if and when the only fine woman starts to rant about " [hey cunts you missed my other eye still works]...  ands we need girls education..." quite rightly the gets a Noble and millions of gift aid..(even if i bet she doesnt realise if you take your good eye off the ball for one second... how the 'charity' money is used...  well you end up a con artist like Camilla Batwoman Gelish... [and thats not picking on Iranian brownies as i already in auydios refer to her FAR more adept Big Sisters who took over gradually the 'charities' of hide-away-in-Herefordshire and con everyone as the inspectors rarely make it over that far from London....

theyre far cleverer... every single one a whitey, and sadly female...

which would EMBARASS metoo (to quote SHE of a few days back) if i were one...

 

But all of this is irrelevant - it's an observable fact and quite verifiable that a woman who is  speaking up in public (and secretaries were invented centuries ago to deal with dogdirt stuck through the letterbox of any public figure spouting uncomfy truths) especially on local parish councils or as mayor  and in Parliament.. gets more soft subtle 'traction'  and often especially in mainstream media gets more RESPECTFUL airtime...

And writing REALLY shit books like Brick Lane or the endless diaspora utter nonsense made up nonsense being i slept with plenty of diaspora in my 20s being a real diaspora fetishist...  and not one actually cared about their relatives or the past or their 'identity' they wanted civilised better educated modern meat who could read his Russians or had a good record collection of all the great female folkies AND punks too... anyway all that dogdirt antiliterature nonsense (as i am quite sure the Hungarians will be as only the self-pity version of the 'immigrant' is allowed in UK when i know many and they are all JUST as sharp elbowed vicious as the host pop... thats why they CAME here for fux sake...and to create a theme park around them, does THEM far more harm indeed as the hosts... )

So not only do they try and argue with absolute categorical reasonable fact that a woman more or less only has certainly an easier journey with her voice if she has anything interesting to say

(our this summer cowritten piece on sunshine well if a bloke had written that, as i did.. people would spit...and accuse me of being in league with the local cancer centre... whereas a female writer...people listen and read.... and dont spit...)

Thats all mere fact.  Foolery is to argue it as they still want to; real foolery is as a bloke not to have accepted the above YEARS ago... and act: to merely head out often daily for ten years and try and encourage women to do something with their absolute cast iron fact of  power...

Even Horrorfordshire its hilarious - one of the most awful counties on the planet a high remaining quotient of redneckery...

For at least a decade in fact nearer 15 years anyone living there knew THE 'voices' in local politics who had the most power (especially in local media) were almost all female... the candidates by 2015 and 2020 almost all female ..

everyone hated the local Tory MP except actual Tory members ...

And ok everyone should have hated the local 'Green' party county councillor as she was just as corrupt behind her smiley face..

And nobody laughed at the most conartist Greenparty local smalltown 'mayor' ever when she ran away crying  after doing nothing.. except invent 'limes disease'  as a really great sounding excuse for DOing nothing..

Funny that how it so so improved such that they could buy a huge new horsebox to go camping in.... when she was no longer in the tough job of trying to change things just a bit in Bullnecksville...

Anyway only a true fool doesnt accept 100% reality.... AS ABOVE

pretty much only the female voice is really listened to for some years....

so for some years i attempt ONLY to bolster that...

Only...almost full time for several years... unpaid

And yet they still.... ???? 

At least she didnt fight that one....  but i failed: she stopped using her fine real voice... one that could have gone further...

Especially after such good teachings...on how to live so ULTRA simply...  and how simplicity is relatively so  godly its daft..

(and seeing how the arch bishop should have been 

was just SO horribly MEAN..)

That at least she could not fake...

And i never fake, lament... almost the ultimate...  that shetoo just... doesn't believe in herself, when shetoo knew she could just rattle off a poem just like that....

The great last " learnings"

 ... he said "normal" 

But i saw what normal ...was

And they wanted it  back

So, the quest, odd essay, pill-grimmage...

 Any old fool even olderrr...would think 'twas to encounter err..

Well yes'nno

Why, go down to a pillpoppin Peninsula where almost every slightly busier atchin tan

Has discarded pil pax 

to remind one of their ...?? what?

(that mummy - at least she educated me your yummy mummy tele..vision...

 and ten times worse than i had in my quite insightful  imagination;

that mummy hadn't trained herself to multi-task via my little undigital timer device... on thistermorn as if i even think twice

on the wrong things rather than in fifteen minutes the main battery will run down

so find a solution, there's only ever one

or one can do nothing with the good version, of Zeal... as 'zones' are for being in ALL the way)

Anyway... there was only one truly necessary why-quest..

Four years ago, there you are...

The last, or virtually...

single tenant, at a real 21st C Woodlanders 

so called settlement.

Almost all of them on the skag or whatever the modern term for popping horsey tranq is...

and the real no substances, version: up all night him hoarding ...even his own substances, poo.

Despite a memory where he can recited

even Young Ones sketches from when he was excited

to be normal and alive.

Anyway fair dinkum at least one at The Source did at least agree..in hoarded words:

"Over half a decade i watched as the Rachman-builder and his liege

Twinblack shiny four rings five grand number-plates

they abused Missused [as 'twas her thing really]  and generally goaded

their single tenants,  sober or loaded

always..i watched one by one..... 

them going for (in 'we have a LOVELY community')

modern rural reality - pestilence hoarding sickness and 'pity me'

the singletons, first..but almost last, me..

that took some people-skills, in reality

which actually means just be an island:

the drains block, get out your own magic wand

 dont bug her as she's clinically insane....

 a man just has his own rods... above their game"

But having persisted through such INTERESTING reality

you won't ever hear from some lanyarded  ejit from sector 'three'

Along comes at last one who one can have a conversation with.

Ok took one wrong turn in his otherwise quite good philosophical education

thinking his Clash were anything other than noisy scaredy cat Londoners

 fearful of ever growing up with their juvenile calling, fantasy....

never mind 'fighting' any 'law' without learning first to have a notepad and two pens ready for

the information passed over the telephone

that may indeed save child, or home...

 (get a mate, in.... one way or other... as the reality behind the housing benefit figures a little snot rag on wireless four wouldnt know if it whacked him in the nose as it runs away slamming the door behind off out onto the sidewalk for good, or ill)

Anyway all long understood, but how can one, especially then, in times of  media preached 'kindness' and "community" ...after a year of enjoyable slam poetry and even genuine appreciative harmony over the philosophical words of some or other once bard, the ones the herd wont be eulogisin' at his passin... as they're thy so common showy ones

the subtle so much more,

is less, and less is always more.

(as he alone did know once, a twinflame true

is a finest silver lining from their great big twenty twenty STOP all through to two)

So there you are in times of rents going up at a rate FAR higher than ever before... when quite unnecessary. Never mind antipathy, or is that ...pathetic, to every word out of the pathetic Narniac nonsense in so called 'society'... 

In some signage with expensive lamination

a completely theme park fantasised nation.

meaner crueller than ever before.

(even if world champion free rental for near two years smiley smiley who could ask for more)

But the one... the only one

with whom one had any  cultural/philosophical/enlightened affinity

" come on... gis a hand you fat bastard big buider build   of a man, ....  this last sofa is rather heavy just for me.."

All i really needed to know four years ago... why? 

why... 

Why did even he, just feel self pity and

moan misery?  

And it is utterly coincidental

 that he had been a decade in the peninsula  of the 99% mental

I had no idea, this was Southern Britain universal...

Of course the North brainwashed by Burnham-Raynerites 

that endless misery and confected self pity

is how to get even more that same dull currency.

Such that they believe it are it....

so forget themtoo

Anyway someone once said to me "write it and it will be"

Bullshit fantasy

going by her disingenuous recreation;  of nothing but gin sozzled materiality.

But ten years...well the hardest sharp elbowed truth 

it did actually begin on Boxing Day twenty fifteen

when the VERY last Worst Journey in The World i may imagine

turned around and bitt me in the bum: because it can.

Be exactly the opposite of what you assume

 and whom

you KNOW  you are: unable ever to do that

And it's the only story ever worth

a dime or cent... 

not ever possible to find anyone to pay half the rent

But my my it was... actual "work" done that really did cause 

...

the only worthwhile thing

to be cont

 

 

And as for 'stats'...

 ....  inabit

so, where is the 'line'?

 ... a whole dull life as the rest gradually lose sight...

And the further one is away from the fringey rural places,  the more their vision is blurred such that they can't even read the question  .

And even a quite great mind can't handle the dull word " moral".

And thinks 'ai' is ever going to supercede human newthought even about what were the goodbits of the oldthoughtwhen windows ten " the last ever windows" to quote the slithering spivs of Siliconia  can't even, ten years of 'updates', do this basic sum

when a human, me, knows by feel and smell its actually ten minutes left

yestereve.

'Home'

 ..now of course without real life 'nuance'  - which means ALL the time, not just for ones content, as is all Hatesville and the like can think of rather than actually living within "change" from the inside... 

meaning who are you no matter what, always...

Especially the Narniacs  - they're the ones who sotto vocce first words say "dont judge" and then make an immediate  personal comment  - within mere minutes, based on assumption and their inability to actually judge anything correctly..

(spoiler alert as Orwell trudged around Gay Paris then London was too wimp to find a way into the power-places,too... this matters as when one does find The Source even if couldn't be bothered to have searched,  you realise that the higher up their Red Indian totem pole workshop world they get the more instantly judgmental they get  ..my my......and they ARE power don't be fooled, even UKIP will have been on some of their man-management jamborees... not as undercover agent, for real change... where one discovers there simply is no hope whatsoever of,  or for Reform...  as the 'culture' is more than  deeper than their angst damaged skin, , it is..it IS all there is.... the lanyardism  - HIGH table version, the ones that don't need to wear one as all sublanyardites wouldnt dare ask THEM for their credentials before filling up their compulsory water bottle [many pics to come] .. they went to all the right retreats and workshops.... many of which originated in The Source... and THE biggest of all last laughs is on me if i ever get to it...anyway spoiler alert, you cannot, spoil their power play ... as they are all, everyone, its just a matter of how many yoga mats  they pack into their  ... Waitrose bags being far too common, of course there are the really chic ...  discreet understated performed for everyone to see...especially! the underlanyardies...)

Home,  the silly searchers and endless nonsense wonderlusters is best found,  as long as a fair bit of quiet and nature you can generally be in quietly and few humans.....In a death camp.

One can only be fully at rest when there is absolutely NO hope... none zero... 

And thus i have not been so perfectly centred and at peace, all the way even the last "naughty one percent" that had eluded..

And a splendid array of atches dotted around so stealthy even the South Western  standard GAWP (as if their parents never taught them manners - but this is all the invasive species who gawp as they remain lost even if in 'nature' decades you can't take the lost Londoner out of the gawper - at anyone not quite them...) 

And then there is the knowledge:: that 2nd best thisteraft not quite enough signal to get up a 2 gb speedily enough when as i KNEW one purest mutual-aid, timebank, offer never...happened...

Now anyone would think i am picking on some 'minority' however a fine national 'hero' (f) was destroyed by this majority in front of my very eyes... as if she didn't already have enough problems... in her silly phone...

(i am pure i rarely use mine for anything except this, i "learnings" myselfings years ago... )

 The majority everywhere the closer one gets to The Source even if  my my the Pastine version is badly spelled or  far far less authoritative in the worst cliched nonsense one has ever seen...

Just THE summer - an almost perfect one.. of no waste. Well....

So the cliche so dull i couldnt be bothered to go and copy paste one with the cute.. the whole lasterregion a cliche of Ruperts in  20mpg showoffmobiles to drive to Surfers Against Sewerage barbies....with Barbies on board

I had no idea..

what an artistically so ENERGISING several years

ohh we will come to the waste of plastic another day i had no idea how ugly plastic can be made to be

Endless... signalling,  of everything but reality to me superb art prospects if i had time..

But then we come to the Bee-signalling...

An extraordinary 'native' iconography to have in a  county so denuded of them..cos "them"  can't be bothered to even notice that the Nutzi Trust use Roundup Professional (literally on the verge, of being banned )  in their most "biodiverse little paradise Kenidjack Valley ...and Cot next door,  where the whicker basketites go pe4rform whickerbasketism in a way i though had been outlawed after it all went a bit pearshaped for the Brideshead revistation lot..

But yes i have never seen so many ... everywhere...  the majority... (this 'borrowed' from up the road fro the bench of "Your a separatist" for making casual Borow style chronicling enquiry about all the lovely lesbians around, being very very very obviously around...in lovely very expensive cottages where one very much displays one is there...  especially if in a pair.... free country, but not to enquire of any actual reality,  down there... )

So... all i care about is understanding the lasterregion (but one.. seeing the change over 20 years...exact dates within) what happened?

(and if we must and it seems we must as they still cant stop talking about injections at The Source ... )

so all summer and yesteraft the actually rather minority mum 

"!wow you think THAT...youre a minority...like me"

" my kids they often say are darkies.."

" i have never known so many people wearing so many clothes midsummer  in the warmest one ever i simply don't get it...unless it's all just an endless fashion show, the only reason they go to the seaside...  ... not about being wild and free in the sea any more... "

 

ahh to remind me of what i must find before this...

But all i RELLY care about is somehow being able to prove i never moan about ANYthing other than as a salutary literary lesson in not moaning despite the REAL hell-on-earth persisted...just persisting thats all there is..

videos to come soon

maybe tonight depends on the zen of signal and battery warmth

free substack audio 

bet she'll try and sue.. seditious defamation or the like..

yes please do... as every word verifiably true and all publicity is good for more free subscribers...

Why the lasterhome couldnt remain home, but i didn't UNDERSTAND the invaders until...well.. discovering their training grounds... and peace comes from merely knowing, why...

(and only Ms Cusk... oops Mrs but the only one who ever wrote an HONEST memoir of how she became a mad false allegator using children as weapon, just because they couldn't persist....and she couldn't deal with her real 'feelings' ..of vengeance no matter what.... seemed to be able to sense real changes in society, rather than made up confection,  even in her earlier books... that didn't try to even say why but at least tried to say something... i think it's time for some 'why'... i have been watching twenty years.... and more ) 

The 'invasive species; (Butter-fly BPDitis), a case study (and free Rachel Cusk style superb REALlife novel for someone). 750 wasted hours and with only a Narniac rating of a mere 3!

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/the-invasive-species-butter-fly-bpditis?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

TONS of freebies to chuck up here some already in youtube it takes SO much time to do the small fry for all you small fry