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only 3% left on the orrid lil' thing

no time left even detypo the thing

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now in the most wonderful August almost ever, my own always most hated month...

i had something actually survival-important to ponder a whole month ago

i clear forgot about, thank you

Aww the Tempest will say theyve been peep trafficated .. ' cept he she them.... arent seen, comfily gated.

behind yankee homeland security

cctv keepin locals at bay,

 all over The Marches for many a year while they play

grown up games, of money and land 

not ' spiritual' trickery, 

a bird settled in my  ex ' bush' 

is worth two 

or in fact two hundred 

limpwristed shamaniac hands

( i'm sure it says in their secret Harvard investor strategy  doctrine compliant, business plan ) 

 I only blame one man Mr Oxford profesor of ...

" you must be only atheist just like me"

( old man Noble doing well  of klate popularising " ehhh we got it all wrong on biology [ its so much more complex than Dicky's 1976 little bring it down to small things sick Ron'nMags adjacent  ideology] ...)  ....

far better " no one can ever know what's reality...." 

for all i know even if i insult em daily ... and never use perjorative drama queen words like 'miracle'

the unknowable lil' faery brigade are tinkerin' every full moon in the extra light 

( countrypeeps know thats all its good for)

to keep my tincan on the road

my only daily fright: 

surely it wont start or run! 

no time or cash to maintain the ferker  five years now....

its impossible it never even squeals at me

"tlc now!!....  [ cept for one 9 month phase thats  yet to be written as best ever parable how to tolerate heaven, you were always too blind too see, the useful side of, even SIMPLE life expert, me]... you will not keep on keepin' on,  on maintenance free! "

All the English can ever moan about

 clever Jungian bullshit ' shade'

 or whatever other clever duck,

life defying sanctuary glade

 they buy up

next to the immo evangelist adjacent conartist  up The Road

a metaphor for even the Amish would be proud

( tho not them, the other lot who MAKE their babes wear a hanky on their head just to drive up the streets 

in their fleets

of Stretton mobiles, movin in.... )

rather than dream, and DO

Mong that means youtoo

those magnificent, mature Serbian yoof

want to take part

in the only  inadequate solution there is still to Bee

in actual real grown up not wanky wuwu Jate ir Jae Tempest Toty

moaning about someone elses perceived supremacy

when the whole vile Bristol n Western class

never actually bothered to dream up actually bein proper full on 

fotstampy ... .party political, we claim and will WORK for  our ..democracy

 ( full interviews on Miss Taken Carl in the can a month or so)

Now..i can't 'rush' her.... (the OLD Americans)

 Is what i say to myself, meanderin' past her front door...

Always thus far a welcoming scowl

(and the untold stories well the very best one my MOST enjoyed Englishman just a few months ago me bare chested to him tittilate

scything and mowing her gardens in the heat

"   ehh up so tell me about Beverly Hills ... just back from i hear, mate..."

A fabulous obvious gay-marketeer, top ranking adman, errata brandman,

"so tell me is it still wuwu tyrrany just between you and me?"

" i was at a top admguy party just a few weeks ago

someone chatting about someone they don't know...

and all of a sudden you could hear a pin drop....

'what did he say!? ... we heard that, RETARD... get out the mop

wipe away the disgusting shitstain of a man and his banned word!

was the zeitgeist, silently....until i heard...

the first snigger, then whoop whoop! 

you mean at last! we can reclaim our fave hurty word!

perhaps at last we are emerging

from all that can't say that false hurting"

Anyway i know i can Russerrr... "whats the BEE in your fabulous unworn fancy bonnet!? i need to know

 you alone have set me aglow   

you alone are liberty

and fuck me you make me laugh

"rertard, ive got you!

is that what you think of me?!

of course i can manage to watch these films, and think in the dimension

you imply beyond my comprehension

busy, just building my kitchen...

to amuse you as Perinesque Grot, art..."

Now....so rushed it's daft

as i have no interest in 'now'

only three 'narf years ago

fuckit down there i must go

And untold stories no one can ever see

such as how  in MY Borderlands, come 2017

They came, serruptitiously

Nige's BREXIT bounce...

the nice  FORMER SOV immos in a bit of a trance

no longer sure of sanctuary

so...

so untold, begineth the real actual  new immo monstrosity

American 'evangelical' so called churches, golden visas given away like sweeties

(as they had already infiltrated Midlands so called  'Free Schools, for free

'only mutual benefit, you pay for the building and and your hundred grand visa you can have for free')

I know where they all are

and exactly how they treat their Amish babes even photo'd in Church Stretton

struttin around in the Coop as if its still the century before the last one

he never of course out with the shopping bag

too busy back at base, on zoom with the lawyers back in the mother country

figuring how they can get planning for the next charitable rewriting of history

now... nobody in uk moaning snivvelin' little journalistic remoanery  

has brought you actual reality

good for me

However...

so be it clever them.....

sneak in under the radar paid for by snake oiled anthems...

in Vudu churches (interesting how the Horrorfordshire pastorate

 are only WHITE!)

so be it let it be...

and they defrauded even real history

However... as i am only internationalist i from time to time seek even a middle aged smiley YAnk for a reality, chat

But of course so busy figuring how to get THEIR share of local authority or charitable grant

too busy for even a cuppa at Alice's restaurant

(i know their culture better than all of em put together after all my bestie called me up in Beograde that night

was their perfect childwoman,  " is it all right with you

 i trothpledge with him rather than ...well i know you do.?"

anyway so be it...

But every single one faked their entry credentials suggesting philosophic intent

or even spiritual arty ... they know how to con theioor way into this rotting tent

(Yank Elizabeth even embezzlin HAy castle from her bloke, 

divorced him for one little non QE3 poke)

But thats them, me i like real history

"So ...ehh back in your homeland do they have things like hoarding disorder neurotic little pisqueekitis?"

I would like to know reality, merely so as to have something real to pass on to our next generation who all have UNDERSTANDABLE 'my small things' - like their smells, spots and smaller things from about 2010 frights..

global warming Syria dawning....

 

Nope not one ever can ever have a real homeland conversation.." back home they even hoard their  tooths...."

 (the dead version but so lovely to see at least some brothers who collaborate rather than shoot each other, in the side... one day i shall turn something into something from which mine - yank infected,  can't hide) 

Anyway all i care about is seeming really quite one hundred percent with it, which only true 40 months in the desert-on-Wye can bring daily as if ...

to be cont down to three percent

its quite extraordinary how every one of MANy especially in swestershire yank invaders.... 

can't ever have an even slightly mature conversation about their own society

whilst stealing from this one... monestising a fantasy (ohh many an example in my chronicles, all for free)

Too temporary trite a nonculture, oops that was their Oggle which can't spell hell, their nomenclator, of course they come without one of them, either..

and then try and monetise why ours are all just not quite as they require...

in their fuckin Vudu choir...

some may call that the ultimate infection

( them ALL every one being germophobe)

of Disney

i call it just the epilogue of their awful bible, by Mister Mcarthy

anyway ehh  every lil unwoven thread i maintain in my totally sane head

The Serbian priest ( full essay soon) 

is right... ( a fragment of his fine mind, randomly i found)

but wrong in one body of christ was reborn as the only

pukka remedy

hahh hahhh my algorithm welded at exactly one hour thirty seven and a bit in

perfect art authentic, subtlety

the anti Marcher and Swestern immo song.... no One cares about those poor fat unloved Yanx...

the remedy babes of the Lowlands not stupid....

not gonna extort them with my snakeoils....  and potions and .... royal jelly fruitdrops...

or fake tango dance

most of em too fat anyway

but for the yurten field or bijou workshopspace

they can pay

as only one man dared subtly

suggest

Ians gang maybe not the last of the  " greatest"

errata  Mister fine,  i hope not dead yet, priest 

"For the English to...hoard"

 

now my  standby shitty little underclass camera

 so  awful i take the time to make sure you can see

what you can hoard and bottle so neurotically

now what else foes one ' care' about?

well obviously with such real pestilence sweeping even quietitude, aside

nobody had the time ( too busy with sortin'  SIX skips when one of the above up 'n died)

to propper care about the local environment

furthermore to the soul such sickness heaven sent

underneath fake 'caring'  facade, 

theres always some sickhead's hoarded ' vintage' leather trouser  collection, to 'care' for....first.

Its a free world. " let it be"

said my friend under our palaver tree

Thing is, twenty years ago, raising then  a new-mind ones responsibility, 

the 'artists' begin to crawl in to the asidelands, sniffing out truffles to be had,

not from ' nature' but their London mate's dying dad

who long ago had some pad

hidden away in The Marcher lands

" oohh..lower rents we can afford...

and safe tourist wanky art we can do Lord

of nothing too much like reality"

So.... as society in once only bigoted, bullneck rural fringes, which fair dinkum in a distant past did have some semblence of cooperative

and not too sexist,  just about functionality

(" he knows if he breaks down  back from the pub theres only one free taxi")

' progressed', evolved..into wonderful  enlightening ART...

the 'artists' came ( running away from the Portobello  Prozac dealer's unpaid bills,

 his nasty lil' pacifying pills

didnt work on him, either)

"great fine... some culture for our local kids!"

but then you realise, fifteen years ago this is nothing new

all they ever paint is ..fantasy

sad, as surely ' hoarding'  sickness, is such an interesting reality

big bucks innit, if anyone dared... if you ask me.

As for three years i have been telling

hundreds of pastichian  painters of a ' reality' long long gone

whats REAL 'art' Turnerworthy, 

the installation, of just how upset they are deep down when one even mentions this reedculous bucolic fantasy 

or even " hey ...dickhead Grayson Perry

on Start the Week  spring '24

said he makes tons  more gold  pissing on the front door

of his rich and established   wank-hoarding clientelle!

( footnote: as ' gender' will be 

in real history

Podger's train ride i watched in Hellstoned

her  moaning about fluid sexed up identity

ehhhh..... hoarding disease aint so fluid...

fairly long term,  fatal,   carried into perpetuity

even if the joists don't go, its so lonely!

nor is the ... lets just say yesters he didnt remember all our chat, either

local territory middle aged  well to do 

dad, still just a sad druggy.....

in rural hideaways, fewer CID

to get the dealers who love to ferret out kids like his

and..... especially in the ' country' ... 

now to me thats what actual art should be

at least pretending to ' reflect' upon, reality)

nearly....

 

now...even  your...not mine i knew 16 years ago ignore them,  even if its all you think about 'analytics'  are often fake

230thousand nosey parkers a few days this summer an honest mistake

( nobody else would honestly self piss take...)

but four five six thousand consistent ocd addicted self armoury

popping here, even midsummer daily

does nothing for me

but a few nore hundred - five grand

stupid standing, off and so mean

i shall put some other pages up

one's a silly almost book, all for free

But the true fine space cadetten

The so many times some Britolite

 has stood there, mouth agog, shoulders tight 

 "So many chats with especially Krauts,

do you want to know something from someone who actually talks

especially on my long walks, with the horses mouth rather than your internet 

or telly nonsense, and i lived there so long don't forget

... speaking with a 'German' about what they think of whatever you want to call Federation

or some other kind of political entity

the great majority,

will retort, well me

I don't ever call myself even by this or that State  any more

Nor thinkso, 

In fact we really only think of all of us as one great big related fairly happy family.

Of man. 

But speak to an even Anglicised

African apart from the shared oppression by that awful one!

"so what's the answer what should happen? what does your sky faery say about turn the other cheek,  even live and let die.."

"let it...be" ( a great big long so utopian shamaniac  excuse for doin' nowt 

ever..., knowing all's so well and it's nothin' to do with me and we pacified the even the Kraut

precisely how ....as Slavvers stated 

that They Would never Hurt a Fly

until they did, and anyone  has any opinions about anything outside their lil' bougeois bubble, 

should be hated 

and  thought likely to cause them trouble.

Funny that it's exactly what Swestershire, sanctuary

 for London runaways,  couldn't make the cash to buy their idyllic Utopian holiday

island, is.

THE END of the deliberately worst non epic non Homeric load of nothing

cos I know one thing, no one actually, cares

So the space cadets took over the discourse who wont even be able to tell you. As reported here though just for fun in little bits of stardust over the years

 As neither wikipedia OR the so called young greenadjacent politicals "that of COURSE are the great HOPE of the anglosphere as we brought them up being nice to us [the only way they'll ever buy a flat]" will tell you, as they sadly know nothin' as their elders didn't help them to know just enough and no more for now.. of even how to speak of actual hope:

of how THE BOLIVIAN BABES (wikipedia REALLY does wipe from history) stood up to Yankee fascism that even wanted to tax the rain fallin' on their mudhut rooves  in arid downtown Cochabamba  and in ensuing protest, babe lead, several hundred were brutally YAnkee killed, dead.. which then sparked THE one and only full monty successful (And economically positive) 'social [just a bit ist] revolution in the world that told the YAnks where to stick it....  and won even when in 2019 they leveraged in one of ONLY five bottled-blonde babes in the whole country of proud undyed babes who did die for their freedom... and that didnt last long,  as they fought back and more or less won... elections as MAS 'Movement towards socialism..' which is about for now the only alternative to rampant capitalism...

The t-shirted non-violent che lite of Armenia,  not quite the same risk to his health, also stood up against Ruskie bigboy bulliery...and won... pretty much same sort of political vision...

Now...Serbia, me more than thinks, but knows.... a real Thorn in a certain Bigbullyboy's Pride...

Especially of late. 

None of which matters as they say theytoo wish to join the EU ...  and even wonky Polski was only pretending when it hissy fitted "weve had enough"...

Orban a tad more complex, but lets just say Bannon's buddy, GONE

Steve Bannon calls him 'one of the great moral leaders in this world.' How did Hungary's prime minister become the most formidable figure in American ..

.... 

And thus if the spotty youth have FORCED a general election in Serbia by understanding there needs to be clear purpose and a bit of ferkin HEIRACHY

(thistermorn thing) when rediculous little snotty  self promoting, 'Occupy' could do nothing but generate t-shirt sales oppourtunities..

 and ideas for their next venture cap networking conf

pretending to care around some shared whiteboard with so so so many flourishing ideas...

i think at last the world has got another thing to prick up its ears

and learn from

But of course they don't down Gweek way

Theyre frightened even of something else the next day

that may well be what they say they wish for, but daren't even say.

Never mind take PART..... as us elders have a part to play

when i bet even the brave Serbian protesteratti...

been fucked in the head by  too much tik tok to the head

But at least they seem to mean it.... 

and politics is so boring you must make capitol,  even of the dead.

But define the snide little anglophonic Thatch adjacent nasty peeps, of course they'll want them to only have fullest military honours for the Jenny bloke

That way they can merely sneer and say "same ole " Rambo-adjacent MAd MAx brigade

propogandise the world  back onto the same old kool Aid

 they don't need to DO ANYthing...like say "hi" to some new pumped up little prick of a  double headed eagle badged, bloke...

 And figure out how they dominate him too... 

But that's tomorrow. Gotta get to the meeting, first, or you've no hope of even changing one mind... never mind adding some new interesting spice to the 'alchemised' stew

Thats all there ever was on the table

NO British mind ever able

to appreciate.... stirring in the right direction, is just part of life

that's all Europe was is and will be ...for life

And most of them even Mister Portugal last week

"so i think you have a fine mind i can tell...is it still nice even with your neighbour Spain y'all still never talk to...

being part of that great big bowl of mixed up stew...?"

" ... we the most honourable  and formerly independent of all the  Euro peeps..i think most of us are still..in love"

 

 ahhhahh but there was always one more beautiful word than even saudade....

never mind the beautiful grandeur and all that jazz in the correct usage of  'terrible'....

..."......'Arraps...."

But there ain't no 'god' cos it stole her....

I wouldn't deny even him his fake accent after all its part of the p[itch, selling nothing.

 

 (SUPERB book to showcase soon, visible in the poshest of bookshops,  that is inadequate ...even if he got in a YEAR before me )

 i must have surely i try to share asll failure and disaster even if everything is for an unknowable reason there being no such thing as their lazy 'fate'. Loe Bar  film of handwalking turning into legpulling

painfully. Maybe i did i cant trawl back 3 years of performative anti-Marina making a point! as she has no point worth making.... except 'don't i look so much younger in such thick red lippy', and she can't even get that artlessness right

" i was going to... been in London three years....but now i understand why i must.."

At least she listened a bit later, and seemed to listen...

"in THE Great walking book Lucas's Uttermost.... no agenda just living among the Injuns...as the only whitey for half a continent... cold and Andean he would go on long life and death marches with them the vegans would have a problem with even if much of their diet was foraged real mushrooms that didnt make you chuck em up and thus waste life-and-death calories... he realised them dumb injuns with their moccasins were right... far better to grip the rocks like goats and furthermore his big walking boots got wet and took weeks to dry or if by a fire started to crack and die...

so he chucked away his silly boots and went native..."
of course you don't dare add ion the next chapter in the most humourless dump ive ever known

"and the injuns had a fine habit of the older slightly past-their-sellby-date ones if they had lost their man in some landslide or very occasional bit of argy bargy they would adopt a youngun... show him the ropes....  being they were 'experienced' at certain pleasures they never needed ropes to get their kicks like the mad English or Yanks....

"just ole fashioned experience... and when she was rather worn out by the youngun the DEAL was he would go off and find himself another youngun... but he would pay her back over time by doing her spud garden for her and they always kept to the bargain....

"worked the other way around too but we're not allowed to say that of course, and   Marti[cute]n Prechtel  misses that bit out i would bet..."

  

All i want is a border pass and a bus pass, and a decent cup of non wanky proper black coffee now'n again

 i am serious DO something this is a GREAT idea  - really perfect....how to save Serbia's pride as the world will mock!  the genocidere coming home...

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/08/geta-memo-out-quickmarch-dear-slavenka.html

Mladic is getting state funeral this is THE GREATEST artistic way of protesting i have ever seen... get it out!!! 

and i am sure my 5000 stupid nosey infantile DO nothing,  mean readers won't even know what "dm me for change" even means, as they don't believe in it unless theyve conned some British 'ill' person into paying out for a vat of snake oil (and diddlin' the vat while the're at it as these lovely little fairtraders know exactly how to stay below that limit, too.) to fix something they were never even ill of, merely being ill only by them, selves.. never mind honour...

or being on the 'receiving' end of the rip off stick, which doesnt quite poke em into changing they way they had paid for, but without the guts to take em to the tribunal..

as they like it that way, just to moan about how even their faith healer didn't quite seem to fix em....

all is well they can live to moan another day (see earlier handwritten piece, 3000 others have already) 

To update Voltaire once more

PHOTO IN HERE IN A BIT

how is it you can't google your own twitter account @ferretsarefun

which has a photo even if unused  says something like, copyright me about a decade ago

Voltaire updated, i will die for your right to write any old rubbish you want about me, but i also have the right never bother having to read it

Democracy requires all people to have the right to at least a half decent burial even if half the mourners metaphorically may just piss on the grave before they even get there

ONE blackedout cutout for everyone who COULDNT be there what a groovy idea

Me for Serbian PM..i could cut that bigjob off at his knees having survived their finest...

oops last one really did need a bit of a fix and VERY updated

 as to me it's important i don't care what anyone else thinks and for sure everyone else will think just like i did... who gives a toss about some likely ignorant lil' Serb as them Croats started it....... as that's what i had been told to think... even me, rather worldly

 by the cultural...con

 

"Geta memo out, quick,MARCH!" ("Dear Slavenka...")

 Even if it takes a homo-erotic marching jig! to get em pullin' out their fingers and .. going with a truer ceremonial flow..."

Now 'back in the day' when Fakebook wasn't and in fact one of my only ever two fine Yugoslavian 'friends' was ...

WHAT

WHAT!!!!!!

WOT... THE EVIL OF PAROCHIAL LITTLE CUNTY

BBC

the first equal greatest Yugoslav writer  ever of that female persuasion, ever, died ...

and i wasn't told...

Never mind her shufflin' on, on my birthday... not that it's got owt to do with me except we were propper facebook friends back in the day when real human beings only had about fifty  and it was ..friends...

and i was her official UK blackmailin' British MPS to buy it department, for all their constituency...well at least my buddy homo Keetch who never told anyone he was  and thus we never knew or cared even if he was quite 'out' in private places like the pool, we met him at once, he was as he was a fine man who did what his constituent TOLD him... "read this or else ....you're a ministerish of guns 'n bombs... she alone tells us why ...to stop so beautifully"

oops from my file 'images to reprise' only cos she has to be double reprised but has nowt to do with this...

except there is a Serbian link,  their fine music-savvy  priest I'm sure will understand  - whom i must track down ...

Anyway the first equal greatest bit 'o Yugo jotting...

Both medal winners didn't tell their readership what to THINK...

even if #2, in real life, may have been a tad Toty infected with that rather British affliction...

but back to #1 

Slavvers, no rest for her finest fiery soul, as that will dull the genius of merely trying to discover for us what they may have had in theirs...no bells whistles, merely who ? and who knows why... 

Now..in an unintended meander around the Former Sov satellites

(dare i tell her  - my words are perfect i neither said i had been, or had ever had one...i HAVE technically been in Ruskie airspace before The safety  Wall was unwalled... THATCH the only one at the secret  pre unwalling session of all Euro leaders who said "NO the Iron Lady says no" 

SO. Alone, or just me and Rick the Yank homo banker president of Bankers Trust ... my my he was  sweating it was wonderful to see his panic, as we wonged our way outbound... and the instruction book was crystal clear: diverge from the permitted track, in and out, of East Berlin,  one measly  centimetre and you'll get a big one up your bum... 

...so dare i tell her, "i've read ALL Ruskie books in translation ....or nearly as  i thought i was a bit too above  man of the peeps Mister Pushers...")

...meander...a long one  without any doubt the Polski's are UNIQUELY  a  screwy lore unto themselves...not in any boozy Lech and his disdain for solid...stuff, and faking solidarity...

because the real question always was who were you before.....? much of the region suffering arrested development as soon as a real revolutionary, Vlad the first's project went a bit cock eyed over a lifetime or so or 50 million one can only guess...

(as i tell them, go to Stare Miastro small museum even if moved elsewhere, see the Canalettos ferk me its like Rome  crossed with Paris or was...... opulent beyond their dreams...and all they dream about is how to get it..back.. but telling the world you are ultimate victim when it was all a tad more shades of grey... is never any good for anyone....especially the teller, it takes YEARS to actually understand, to ones detriment ") 

 

Anyway in all my meanderings over a lot of the world i have seen ONLY one simply perfect and effective bit of   protest art...all over Poland in mid 90s.... 

being they had a rather big problem of killin' their own...via a bottle of petrol as they are driving

the real home made vod being as powerful as decent petrol rather than the watered down stuff they would try and pimp to all their so called countrymen...

opops i lie i have to repurpose someone elses, last time ever

all around the lanes and lil' byeways there were lifesized boards at the side of their The Roads ... the 'the' i think was earned even if adding to the deliberately difficult read, so wonderfully effective it worked i do believe...

obviously making a point: put down the petrol as you are driving along  or you'll get a bloody ghost on your windscreen and that will be even more effort to wipe off,  than the petrol drips on your tie

(I do NOT preplan this is a one hour battery i have just grabbed with not a moment to think and i only wanted to write 1 line.."take a memo to Slavvers maybe she will still talk to me i bet she will she was a real woman.... ")

now...all i know this is why you need elves... who don't run off on holiday when they had a fairly fine mind and we were courting just one such Roseland Polski just for her...even if the ultimate duel purpose manipulation

for both their benefits: both quite curious about a 'new experience' ..maybe even with each other,  on the only romantic spot in PAstyland...

exactly as i had planned

IN my one-track mind..

being said Polski had another Former Sov best friend

My quest could make Candide look like a dull case of infantile jock itch (as someone knows)

Anyway back to the point, Slavvers the true beauty,  first equal Queen, of tell it just as it is.. unpolluted by being told, as all English writers do, what it is why and what they want you to think ...merely based on their ridiculous little sick heads that know nothing but how to fear their own farts as they may make living in their own personal spacebubble uncomfy

(except Rachel C  and whatserface Isabella Kathleen Rusbridger)

Now only she could perhaps tell it to the Gen Zed ... with authority as it should be.

There are two ways;  One be the embarrassment of the world hosting a despot and his hearse.... with national homo erotic marchin songs down whatever The MAll is in Beograde

OR.... get the useless showoff  really ugly cos she made her own face ugly by shit art, Marina in and do some actually useful performance art

Every Serbian Gen Zedder should be out along the line.... painted black, expressionless.... emotionless noticing nuthing....

And show the world what they really think of some awful old man in long dead past...

And what the answer ALWAYS is...do nothing.  Certainly don't rant and smash up stuff. Other make the best PR statement in the history ever of all these stupid sad old men...

 cmon cunts...help.... find a Serb...now not fuckin later

NOW.. its not even Winterings time yet to pouffe yourselves up and feel sorry for yourself i get up every day often at today 430 just to try say SOMEthing usful..

mass email the Croatian embassy and find someone like Slavvers... even if i doubt she could be repeated, to appeal to those  who were on the wrong side of Ratko's nasty little habit..

make them all go.... and stand  in line being nothing, but alive 

when he is dead....

And one snigger, off to the Hague!

WHY didn't i think of THAT!!!!!¬!!!!!!!

 I know she would....well she got a fuckyoo fancy motor

no mere Cherokee....

And i know she knows I am the eductaor the likes she's never actually encountered

and fair dinkum though I've always avoided im as a bit too stiff

there's a p[ost in here still in drafts

i looked up her god...

And fair dinkum ees good

Useless gift, accidental gift,

Life, why given art thou me?
Or, why by fate mysterious
To torture art thou doomed?

Who with hostile power me
Out has called from the nought?
Who my soul with passion thrilled,
Who my spirit with doubt has filled?…

Goal before me there is none,
My heart is hollow, vain my mind
And with sadness wearies me
Noisy life’s monotony.

but forget all that it's about today if you've kids errata tomorrow

righty ho even you a bit stuck in this irrelevent choppin bits off sorrow

so many xenobiota they wont even be able to get a Rusian bear preggers with the right kind of BAit...(she'll get that one too) 

lets just stop all this identitarian, i decry 

at, even your ignorance on that one makes me cry

ON THE LIST

of why in fact you CAME...

didn't get the nana boat the other side of the planet to be away

from the greatest ever culture in history

And nobody even bothered to ask

wonder if he's oldschool or likes it up the ass

that's a sad little KGB control freak's

stay out of gaol  - Victorian style, pass "

if she's that rich bet a money launderer like even Suzi i endlessly jibe

SHEtoo will NEED to go to Serbia for the REAL lesson

give the big guy,  one up that big one,  democratically demanding the universal  free bus pass

for the elders theretoo

i darent go alone

... and thus, plan Bea,  number two

and sher can afford the perfect educatory real lessons, thus far free

ok £2 but very very adjacent to performative othersexery

 so maybe

To be cont theres  a STORY

and as for someone else's imagery....

I feel sorry for those whom cannot maintain such continual flowing flounce

Its all they see everywhere, endless pictorial pimpin

of what they all can never be, so i do have real empathy

Got it!

 never mind there being a  sequence...my snaps are mainly to remind me of the few worthwhile ones..

(i told him the beardy pally one about THE Great one..." god it's like speaking with a human being,  again ...every chat the last few weeks i walk away from only wanting more..." i do PR for the right kind of peeps....in fact am absurdly loyal like a little lapdog brought up NEVER to bite a hand Samuel... which means let SAm be SAm..." he is evolved to sit there aside us being ignored and monitoring mum's cortisol and adrenaline whiff and if he smells something skewwhiff,  then he prepares to bite the bottom...of the hand that tried to be nice to him" which is a scientific countryperson fact in fact animal lover fact,  and even relating that fact is of course, to 99%,  offence... never mind in a public place having to whisper to a rare fine mind "it's the English you know......i spend most of my time chatting with the European walkers and they are different.... almost exactly as she is, your local truly Greatest Beauty i have found for you ...you never knew she was here well there you go..." I shall look out for her/them then... so what is her physical appearance... ahahhhh " )

Anyway irrelevant the one thing nobody can ever take in: " i literally do NOT exist i have zero interest in anything in this whole peninsula never mind any one small town innit.... but if one were to ever be read it would be assumed the exact opposite... and as for recent just maybe book matters, again i have zero wish for any position stature in this region ever.... I merely enjoy looking at silly butterflies that shouldn't exist... i thought the whole of the last century was so as to exterminate 'em...even Evelyn in his Brideshead knew they were really rather defunct and told 'em so for THEIR own good..... . but nowt to do with me, i just had no idea what a failure he wastoo... "

i never knew you could do that which is a problem i ascertained 25 dull years ago just how all technology even Worperfect the good one which was fairly stable in the 90s when Mickey was clearly on the psychedelics which every single smart thinking 'gen z' person who lies on the wireless that they are curing humanity by revolutionarily  researching the mind and they so so care, to find the cures and sortin'outs....

Anyway i shall come back to that but 25 dull years ago thoughtbubble endlessly "this stupid tech and all the fiddling Utterly drains one of the ability to think creatively..." not one syllable of that has changed or even spaces between the letters that Francine didn't know were the lacunas, and even i an Utterly uneducated borderless drifter, preferring Frog or Portuguese,  did...

 so a quick snap on crap oldphone Utterly distracted having just met a gorgeous scrawny silverhaired official  cleaning lady so smiley, avin a fag...

and never time to focus or figure a wonderful picture that has behind it at least three parables, one day soon... and just why Memsaab was such a breath of fairly fresh air....

to be cont but that's chapter about 356 one day

Anyway a little bit of film and all Mickey products are so on drugs in Windows evil 11 you give up ...so good old solid reliable VCL one never had time to 'learn' does have i see a 'snapshot' function, that actually works...

my my as i have so many thousand lil' bits of merely diary-film, all actual seemingly serious film being merely an absurdist comment or metaphor for it's all on it's head...

the lil' bits are far more intrusive about real stuff.... and i had no idea one could grab a frame out and it would be in fairly nice sharp focus...

even if unlike the shamanians ( now big essay soon on how i realised its a class thing ... but so REAl - meaning every single one who fails to be fully 'upper middle' of The Roseland even, must go on how-to-be-a-shaman courses as the one thing they want to have second sight of more than anything is some way to avoid having to talk with my class, the lowers...[i realise i now have to officially adopt if i am stuck here as without £50 footwear minimum thats what you are by default] .... they think it shuts youme up immediately.....  well she didnt have any sight never mind frequency testing kit, of what was on the table between us.... that is a momentously interesting real history of why they..in her case, she, individually or even self-individuatedly.... failed to care for the environment that is  her whole very very public  PR gig...but i want to make it into Turner worthy art

i've never had a prize as i never needed one

 as i knew almost no one always had their kid with them 

always everywhere no matter what fun

you could have without em

cos that's how you raise one

never mind that's how you train them

some things are for the grown ups some for them

and they know where the line is, too

thats the point, a whole class that endlessly hides behind "mooneclipse needs this"

when in fact they actually keep little ME away from what makes ME them..or at least the rare sane ones

they just spend their lives inventing some new ME so as to avoid the duty which may make them, better than them

which is the only one greatest job in the world ever

not one would understand that either

  later) 

And that's a point this is how immune i am to the noncery 

staring at the moon about 0503

"thats a weird one... i could have sworn it was nearly full a few days ago

and now theres just a slither....

doesnt time fly when you are having such rediculous fun...

shut up now dont dither

i have things to try and write for all those deviants

 who probably think moon events are as good for you as Glastonbury tents

(ohh yes MUST record Emily on the wireless three or four weeks ago emotionally blackmailing the NATION for gods sake

 for government cash to subsidise her fancy bog operation.... 

never mind add to i mean whats in her coffers at 

i had assumed less! general admission tickets cost £373.50 plus a £5 booking fee

i smell a very unWorthy con is you ask me

Now....

 i don't often, sadly, deploy my bigjob pad... in that one can't get economy versions ANYwhere

ok theres a cheap version £3.75 earabouts, but real cheapjob paper, maybe soon...

note to self do the big chapter

the awful yank brought me to 

her the perfect Aniq and that eight hour nonstop

and then the only lesbian in S America who being a superb real woman, didn't even need to tell me her 'identity'....

your sexuality

your business, and they used to keep it under their hat, unless it appeals to....

her revolting little Pudding (live - that l - i - ve... as all my stuff is, far more interesting than the interesting first decade or two)

 proof.

The auto-mobile of the Swestern performative fringes.

Seeing a vehicle at rest, occupied, door ajar...

bash your bum with their designer car

and in front of performative daughter with her designer pack

nope they don't even look back

"should we say sorry to that chap....

we dinged...?" 

I have great ears, not a thing 

to little chickie;  even suggest

"community" values,  parking,  not quite at its  best

true zen is always just sit and unreact (other than quickly on the  chroniclin' device, just in case)

 knowing every single English mother hen

oops errata 99.9%, except ONE! 

(neigh,  i near forgot,  two! this won't do)

Is merely 'content', for the recylin' bin.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"Puds" the ultimate pastiche (that IS their 'culture', pimped for online pennies,  we will get to....soon

But there's so much from the PAST place far far more unbetter place

in the bleedin pipeline; soon

Now the honest truly 'terrible' truth

 what's the 'confession' other than as painful as if if all my saviour fine gayboymen had given me one 

in succession

and i had enjoyed it, which is as impossible as a ferrit ever taking much notice of a human pretending to be a playful ferrit and being in control

of it

its even worse!

get me a hearse (ohh yes i have a phone call to make about paupers burials (the vic just a few days back,  gave me a tip) , on the toDOlist thats far too long such a perfect summer song

 terrible as only a fine Frog (or Belgians brought up in that beautiful language even not as beautiful as his, her a week ago) can articulate: has all of human anguish and all of fabulous real romanticism innit.... and you ride the pain of the human condition with eyes wide open,  even glazed with the eternal tragic tearyness of it all, or maybe ...is it a smile she is sending me? but no ashrams needed..

"TERRRRRR....EEEEE.....BLUUUUU.....Seemon.... " the beautiful words maybe double entendre but a real human version..

not some sick English pervy-version..

Anyway back to the point ehh i forget and have two important MY STORY pre sunrise notes to get into handwriting..

terribluhhhhh... truth

soon if i dare

(oops i near forgot fifty years on.... to have got THE beautiful one

lastereve to give me a smile

" you live in your van...?"

" ehh i can't possibly answer that question on the grounds i may incrinminate myself.."

i could never imagine having the chutz in me even a few years ago to tackle her.... so obviously Queen 'beautiful people' 

And win. 

which is of course even if far too late in life..

the key to... censored

ehhh ... aggh too many Kens and Barbies here for me..(not even worth a 'study' of such an ultimate cliche) . the way they Barbie-jog, latest designer backpouch blahh di blahh...)    in fact those cheekbones always the same surely they arent born 'n bred

i like the lil' humble ones who ...  one day

Hilltime.... but this time further away.

ehhhmmm...

Oh i know what's 'terrible' i near forgot.... in such a glorious week of even my little real friend, she proved something: real friends. One person always gives me the friendly-farmer wave.... that's the real meaning of life. Even without one of em....

the Totified its impossible for them to know how to actually be, wife...

or why a certain person may have had a longer one if she hadn't been so performatively virginal.... and two were in her kitchen so as to shoo away clearly insane, space,  invaders...

right back to the point.... 

well in fact a double of terribles...

one subjudice for now

the other a real enbarassment

(with the friend " fuck all this taking part horseshit.. your lasses... even you and hubby... are now involved in REAL family nuclear wars! who next year is gonna get MORE silverwear.... and whichever lassie is in the losing team... will likely never forget.... his or hers?.... 

thats what gymkanahs were invented for....

 a proxy for internicine girly war!  

this aint musical chairs.... 

until of course come a bit later on

all they can think of is getting their Rosy gear on...

enjoy every second of it...as at last i see you have.."

blahh blahh nowt to do with me even if tee hee..

yes.. what is terrrribbbble and so embarassing to even hint

Thing is Candide.... well now i know

who the only rival was,  well not far off three hundred years ago....

And i don't think its a draw

any more

 

Serbia REALLY is top of the POPS!

There's me with a little of the romanticised ...well...wish fulfilmentitis...

Are Gen Z movements reshaping politics?

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0030nb1

 ...... and it turns out they are THE most intelligent politically engaged people of Europe maybe the world!

The smartie addicted wank-o-yoof of Serbia unlike anywhwere else  have turned their silly smartphone revolting irrelevent rant that didn't end well for the poor Tunisian wasted his time burnin' himself alive in the so called Arab Spring

(as one fine commentator of that time did say of Morocco, " all the middle class wanky keyboard warriors so busy on the phones they forgot to go outside and tell the peasants with their pitchforks locked away 

for  just that 'come the day' 

there was a revolution going on.."  

But the finest protesterait in the world

well they will have a lot of catchin' up if they want to beat the victors, Boliviaahhhhh

have formed a political party to fight in the actual elections they have 'forced' the big boy to allow them to take part in...

and i thought it was just homo-erotic marchin song stuff...

well i never...

Anyway i MUST go! this is no longer a silly dream...

Especially....

Now.... by accident i ended up in paradise even if just a silly internationalist lost one ... 

as in youtube waffle July 2023 but it will take some doing to create an index its rather evolved as absurdist commentary

anyway 

Britain....errata WAles..is the kind of fascist tinpot little Big Brotherate where you actually get arrested for an actual charge of " and you did HArris your [adult] lass by sending her fifty quid she never asked for.." 

serious no skit

and the fine English magistrates not only threw it out they  refused to take it in..

to their court  and were MOST apologetic to the not actually 'accused' - a never before or hardly ever historical matter.

But that's for my one day improved reflections.

So yes never really off duty lasteraft even having a lovely nap in a swamp nobody ever goes to....

thoughbubbles:" it really is time for wales..... 

Now THE tragedy of society has become the way the wuwus or just trustifarian ajacent run aways using his mum's L'oreals to buy a plot in Pembrokeshire .... a trend that began about 15 years ago and supercharged itself as their false trip advisor grift got underway...

Living as i did on the exact border between England and WAles and https://illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com/ (which seems to blow with the wind too sometimes says 'secure' sometimes not and i havent had the time to touch it for some years) was IN Wales and me NOT in Wales but even cycling over the border for allowed animal welfare operations even if nudge nudge loadsa girls were needed too so they can LEARN real welfare as their mums too did and loved...

By about summer 2021 any sane person was saying all the time even in Knighton not known for its sane enlightened peeps 

" god they have border controls...I have seen them the last year ....they stop any poor van they can that may not have its paperwork up to date a bit of garage aggro of late.. they want WAles to be Surrey and Surrey property prices .. i have never felt fear in this country really but now  when as we have seen the way that WAles 'border force' behave obviously prejudiced against anyone without a this decade plate....or a rugger shirt on... NEVER again.... ive spent years and years meandering Wrelsh hills with lass on board never bothered all to fat and telly addicted to bother bothering... NEVER again shall i even go to WAles... its turned into a truly weird little Looking glass fascist whatever..."

And thats from someone who loved their childhood in N Wales meandering it.... loved decades of meandering around invan with lass....

But the true dystiopia is the way their 'culture' - that needs a whole book on it, has clearly been influenced by Big Brother/Siter central planning ....

 All their radio plays  for a few years now have a saccharine element that is designed to attract even more of the wuwu types that when they get there - ask JAson (3 young kids) , just how evil primary schools are to the parents of children who don't quite ...conform.....

 oops you have to ask Jason as his wife never gets to speak... (REAL WAles for you!)

conform to what has always been a child rearing policy (in WAles except the about 0.1% who can afford the mini steiners here and there so elite its daft!) from at least 200 years behind the rest..

never mind (actual interviews 2022 with senior school headmistress just run away crying) they REFUSE to give extra cash or now ANY label to so called 'vulnerable' schoolkids

  having conned every wuwu lass who LIVES only for her labels and those of her (it always is) nippers...

that really is a grift even Stalin would be very very proud of...

and fuck off, my lived experience for decades as a few others like me knew years ago.....

beleive me? or believe their extraordinarily successful propoganda operation that even the chinks haven't matched...?

proof soon.

as unlike Angela of Greenpeace a week by the polluted Wye... grabbing money with her extreme version of harmony hairspray...

for some other people in some other land far away....

which is a FINE noble thing especially to me as i only can tolerate people from far away

but ignoring the all day chatted about ferked up ecosttystem all about

us there....

is... something that all of 'communism' put together would realise is true genius

propogandic imperialism

supreme

Anyway Bolivia soon a REAL people revolting for PURITY...

"no means no ...

Evo..

too"

and they loved him for the right reasons

up until that moment December 2017 

he had  been pure

authenticity

and what a true privelage to be marching with Cochabamba feminist revolutionary brigade" under s flag of Che 

even if he was a ranty violent nutjob,  a bit fancy militarypants,  fey

when it came to understanding what even Mister More managed five hundred years back...

you can always run away

hide in the jungle

bide your time

yea wink wink i bet he takes it that way, too...

 now...if they saw what i was up to on the hillocks day before yesters i bet it would give em a bit of a frisson on their bollocks.

So.. there are simple rules of society mainly "what is said on the hill stays upon it" sadly it doesn't translate into Chinese though i believe her quite splendid myage companion understood..

Another has recently been deployed " yea metoo i have a hippo's oath i would never even slightly identify what happens on some private persons private bits..of land ....if they pay me to maintain it... 

"no way luv i am NOT identifying her....i was saddened at their hissy fit about you, in public, but  you could tie me down on your workaday  couch there and tickle my feet forever and i would die first....NOT tellin!

"the only exception being if you are a Karen of the Presteigne hills who anyway chucked away that simple oldschool name for a Nottin'm lassie as she recreated herself as something ethereal and then took bucket loads of public money..in a way that the history books won't record as the stupid private school lanyardist class [i heard someone else use my ferkin copyright MEintvented descriptor yesterday that's not on!"]  think theyre the only ones with nouse....

"The Althea nee Karens are far more nousey and they will... say for example use large lovely meadows over-maintained, on public money as their private 'mindfulness' retreats.... 

"or be even more devious when florescent jackets are available at so called public 'festivals'... favouring their clique ...which is what one observed over two decades around little despot dumps like Presteigne.... but anyway the hippo rule  you have one too surely you can take in a  simple line that must be...NO... so hows about you come blackberry picking with me  as my Mountain babe says there has never been such an engorging abundant, never known before, sweettasting  crop  even up in her higher hillocks...we have independently...been going beserk unable to walk after a session on them.... and Mountain babes are not known for ever exaggerating or melodramaticising... 

"all i can say is that it was NOT one of my life saving NOBLE blokes...

"  true gents... who wouldn't even peer out of their bedroom windows at my fine well-honed  walkers-bottie and and topless tanned svelte torso....  who in fact were my main lifesaving cash cows this spring and both remain most enjoyed  clientelle... when all the babe-clientelles  were just liars 

"in fact one sent me a lovely little thanks last night when i messaged him earlier 'free big hulking section of hard wood in millionaires row if you want it for the new arbour thing... '... i care about my gay boy guys  MORE than i care about the other gibbering customers,  as they are decent, have been ONE HUNDRED PERCENT true to their words....... and no matter what you may assume no it certainly wasn't one of them being so nasty about you they are true honourable gents!... both of them... and one's an honourable, too.... 

"no i can't even give you a smallest clue about who the clueless little hissy unfit one, was who joined in besmirchin' you....   even if in fact it was on public money i won't have that person stabbed in the back by you .... as you can't let go and clearly the therapy you peddle doesn't work...on you the peddlar...  let it be and come blackberryin' with me.... i know the 'boyfriend' is made up to cover up for the fact you're just lonely.... these parts almost all i ever see.."

Anyway yanks.... now... of course even if Malala Foundation, my only third ever  'subscription' meaning a sign up to an email newsletter, first being esti signed up to our friends of The earth, then Greenpeace too, the worlds greatest REAL woman number three for her saying "oi Talibs you missed i got two eyes to see you.... and you only got one" age 14.

What 'happened, it was so predictable along comes GDPR or some such and you had these massive termy condition emails ...irrelevent.

The 'green' organisations had already been up to video nasties by mass harassing one with oi give us some cash, but they were the first to figure, ok if instead of endless emails entitled Friends of The earth needs your help... some London based sick little princess dreams up  the new strategy being if the email was an illusion and appeared to come from an individual girly say Angela Pardom wants to hear from you,    or even a more subtle obviously intelligent hello request Cheltenham Ladies approved, something like A.p. is convening an urgent meeting to save the tree frogs, that in fact is from FOE central NOT Angela in fact i would bet Angela never existed and anyway they had sorted out the mailouts  - men get a conmail from a girly witha  slightly posh sounding name, and our female membership get an email from..

i bet they used names like Rupert, Cameron, or even Ralph... 

and both fake email rounds would always send you straight to their pay up page. And ..(i havent even started on them yet the chronicles have a superb long face to face interaction with Angela over a year  conning the world at Hay festival on the Greenpeace stall four years ago,  she is even a 'green', when she's no idea what it even means poor lamb,    and subsequent long personal 'connection' but she will always be hidden as she despite being clickbait there only to steal public money ...and ohh what clickbait... is obv just a sad little girl who didn't get all the way to Cheltenham and has no idea what the rules of life are and anyway the under 35s always are left alone as the slightly older? one could never tell their makeup regime, so NAzi controlled, Angelas destroyed their minds... 

Anyway after collecting about 5 years worth of ever more horrid little stealy emails one had to unsubscribe it becoming too much..

Ditto Foe..

And then as The YAnks stole Malala (witha NY based 'foundation') the very last one to go around 2019ish was 'please take me off your mailing list' which had also become an emotionally blackmailing load of lies just for cash set up in the New York offices of the  Malala Foundation.   

And also they all knew of GDPR as they kept telling you... "we need your explicit approval to remain onnit.." even the YAnks

 

But what is so interesting..predictable.... along comes the glorious year of our lord 2020 s/he gave us the best summer for decades....

and all the neurotic townies went into meltdown...

But as they slithered out from their flats late at night to do some work having realised mummy's L'Oreal shares  based on molten down people of the past .....had also gone into meltdown and werent't so valuable...  the gig rebegun, this time ignoring GDPR  they had been so so so "community" sweety to tell you they must comply with, ad infinitum...

And it all started again drip by drip until by about 2021 every FoE Stephanie or sadly even stolen, Malala were rat tatting full power with the every few days email begging bowl...

 

That of course became even more frenzied and melodramatic...

oops off on one, even if this 'one' is all i care about -how and why did the 'green' movement get destroyed as it HAS been (MB knows too)  and of course all the assumptions and word policing... me who would have thought... my bacon mainly saved even if i don't eat it by a couple of fine chappies.... 

 

and... well they too have the dignity not to even show the slightest little twitch

but if they see what their landman got up to in the hills day before yest...

they just may feel a little...piqued

part 1 of a few 

so yes..i almost never much use digital for any communication other than a few ghosts,  and a rare attempt at a bit of interesting historical stuff and if you do find someone who may have some interesting link in this case a lass who may have had some info for the man who said he was 'devils spawn' thisterspring .having oggled a name one of those which only has a few hits you see you have to use ridiculous linkedin...  that has the worst spam operation ever in history not surprising all the 'coroprates' went mad..

but even that one a few weeks ago i remebered to 'unsubscribe' which in fact i never did as my digital hygiene is more neurotic than all of (its ALL 'germophobe' always all of it)  America's germaphobia put together ....ferk off out of my OCD clean BOX!

but no... not on;ly do theuy ignore it starts to get PERSONAL

and a bit intrusively  why dont you hook up with 'steve Blyth' thats a very Randy from  accounts wants to meet you at the photocopier VERY distressing thing  if you ask me being i know nobody ever on Linkedin...

except poor KAtie K who didnt have the humanity to chat a bit with her famously embezzler dad's best mate's son...

not even for him - the son,  but on behalf of maybe the other one.... 

anyway forget that load of nonces even if i bet they are officially suable for actual harassment (as are even Malalan inc and to have taken her name in vain is EVIL nothing more nothing less, plain old evil as she was the only authentic one left) 

LOTS MORE.... by teatime

get to five thousand  lookins...yesterday 4500 ...and..... funtime