'the' story...

 The first h@lf@ye@r is of course entirely 'univers@l' 

But i wouldn't h@ve im@gined it possible. 

@nd unfortu@tely h@s nothing to do with former Sovs...

Nowt

n@d@

though gr@titude is due to one one with her high heels... bec@use one - one of three, elves, needed some downtime.... @nd re@lise its not just bout her

 

(my ohh my "eccles@stic@l"...it thinks its got  br@in, too)

The rel story if you re too much second sight - WO@ hold b@ck....

too m@ny re@ders, i m not re@dy yet

pt  one video in @ bit... of "hold on... excl@m@tion m@rk" 

"give monkey pen, or lptop... nd "

 now the key next to s is bust.... woe is me

NOT

there's @lw@ys @ solution...but you h@ve to work H@RD to keep up with me 

Now, as the weather is murky - what a wonderful word

(REAL title: to SEO one day soon if i could be bothered to learn how to: If you cannot beat them as they already get enough S+M and obviously Freudian self harm, or whatever other fancy words for being on the cross as Jesus was such a fake he failed so it seems they all think they are in that game too of wounds gushing their own vomit to give them deep 'insight' and   sellFISHawareness.... . i shall soon be the bucket King....  their vomit bucket that is that has ruined all of Hatesville and far further afield)

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

And the supermodel is off bein' surfy

It's kairos time to catch up and upload

which requires every smallest weirdo spooky electron on my side

(roll startin' whenever possible to save every unstolen spark)

(as her yesteraft,  strutting HER 'territory' - mine are far far wider ranging like original prievil stoeage bloke when stones were stones and not crystals for some gibber to sell....i saw her ...swagger....and respectfully turned aside pretending that my phone was more interesting than her, as it has NOTHING to do with me i know when others are better than me - at poetrytoo...me i merely catalyse - thats a different word to crystaleyes, or should it be crySTEALeyes.... i know one cannot know the future, well theirs, even with the 500 quid big fat one ...and that it isn't embodied in my body dso nowt to do with me anyway i have ten years of quite astonishing chronicles to get back to and some real music not the "moje song" .... of course it [gender neutered]  forgot .... )

Now...kairos even if i thought it was the end, of her....

Just when i need her she returns, like a bad trip causing reflex vomitting over five years...

since she made the mistake of answering my internet (i DID NOT KNOW 'spiritual' datesite emoji... ) endless efforts to relocate her and her ex husband the famous kid of hers dad... 

wishing to escape CAnada and preach vomitting all over here, too....and a proper intellectual filmmaker

and .... (to be cont...but WHAT a story...of just how pernicious this terrible drug taking they pretend isnt a drug but some efnix love potion...is... clearly worked on her  enlightenment and awareness centres she makes money off, no manners to even say "thanks for all your many many hours time running up the hill for our long video chats no signal back at your old cheap base you were offering.... and the endlerss weeks of  arranging our refuge and jobs but we changed our minds, [i chickened out and stayed in Justinland despite being chief anti-Justin mouthpiece]"....MS official [ even if they never admit] commissioned travel agent and PR Queen of the sick bucket..... but i now KNOW how to get, justice.... it just came..inspired by dot dot dot....)

righty ho, now deadly serious stuff

 "zen" and ...well, 'zen'. 

I care. I cared that after resisting many years the (never 'urge) pull to read the trendy book his so called (artlesss) Art of Motorcycle fixin'..

and fill in the cracks around his angry angsty eyes with some DeBotty filler

all poor Alain was ever good for and that's being mean to him

i sat and watched his doppleganger yesteraft shaven head of course - something very pervy always in that - wanting to be forever prepubescent - real "humans" have HAIR!..

fully clothed in the splendid afternoon sun

sat on holiday watching swimmers down below

almost all fully clothed in anti-nature wetsuits as usual unable to know wetsuits can't be recycled

or stopped leaching into the water either

addicted to every half an hour performing a bottle of slap it on head and neck

and every other minute wincing the London (not at all oldman) Buddhist look

of its painful to be outside 

rather indoors bossin' some poor beconned little lamb

into payin' up to beeeeee

like him

(it always was in the past .. them, men)

"just be"

Fuck me they can't even sit outdoors in a breezy 'Glandish mid afternoon without hurtin'

as if with instant death the're flirtin'

Anyway De Botty certainly spawned so many look alikes i had no idea

All down here

(they didnt like the 'nature'* in The Marches i guess

where there arent enough strimmers even there to cut down *nettles

so for the birds there is far less

to live, on..live not die i doth declare...fuckin Kneecapers of nature 

balaclava head, even in the midsummer of their madness

lack of UV also inculcates

ohh yes must get back to her, Ms Social Worker who walks ans masturbates

so she told me

just to tease...me or herself ive no idea

i thought they bred saner ones down here)

STOP (me) i thought this 'PHASE' had passed

autobadpoeticalsyndromicdisease

(she's trained! at last "phase" yes agrees)

ZEN

is such a valuable notion. All is in three curious letters

But the actually living it is..

well i wish especially any former Sov

(i must be loyal by blood for god's sake can't they even think in that extra dimension!

is that beyond their greedy " we want your stuff too"**   

lack of comprehension..of ANY post Ralphy Emerson

 "less is more, twats"  and NEVER take yourself even an itzy bity bit

too seriously

as even silly old Soccers discovered " i know nuthin, whatsoever" 

and don't claim 'dance' is anythin' other than play;

fine for kids, and some adult funtime, but there are other forms of formin'

balance, pure flow

(my days depend on both entirely 100% always or off dead parrotting i go)

anyway yes ZEN is so important a way of being 100% every day or i die or at least get  quite smelly, far more speedily

(indeed i never do i leave that lack of zen to others now)

But so called men who wish their shaved heads to remind themselves of prepubescent children in the bathroom mirror

(i would NEVER suggest that, that's eveil..even suggestin' it!)

colonised

the biggest load of bullSHIT ever in their 'meditation' ten thousand hours or no

never mind almost every word out of DeBotty's shaven one

About How to Live

always. centred, at peace...

but fuck me i STILL cannot think of a newword or word picture how to 

describe exactly what 'it' is or so as to simply

create SIMPLE fuckin THISworld this language

shared lexicon

to B

 cont

(if she could they would be so rich they could buy all the high heels in China put together, with all the dire art in Pastyshire... ALL... peterjchapman.com a REAL man said it was ALL crap.... always...

in fact how apt: maybe ten lives intersect through my proxy

and most of them, especially here, post about 40 are wallowing in LOSS

loss defines them... even loss of the ability to breed age 53

and yet do we see ONE painting that manages to even hint at that REAL "human" condition here, now...nope = defibne dillettante  )

** The finest man i ever knew - THE Lithuanian mafia man,  born to it he couldnt help it. other wise the only NOBLE man i have ever met " simon we ... ehh all of W Ruskiland....  had nuthin'...except a grainy old telly. so we ..want your...stuff... we saw on our screens" (in perfect English despite bein' only 23

"insights"

 One doesn't need to walk anywhere, even if walking the only 'Answer'

(all my references are a decade old - especially that one

all insights and concerns the same

seems a decade plus of one absurdist game

but not of chess 

nor Herman Hesse

just hiss...)

Back then, in a Llandrindod evening.

I would never go out unless for her learning

Bad performance art performed:only endless bluehair self pity

Performative 'vulnerability' not surprisin' when you're too lazy to wake with the birds

walk away from the herds...a lot in the sun

(once again the other day yet another one:

"it will kill you if you don't slip slop; slap" anyone who doesnt have a hat  )

Or in clearest language as they stole THE language even then

push your body hard at times, outdoor a lot; but plenty time to commune alone:sit and stare

Nope, most not even up by ten

And don't organise their lives to be out, always

by latemorn so the UV resets whats behind their eyes

And of course all that happens, diverting from 

one whole aeon 

of whom we always were (native - ehh yes 'natural state'): sleep buggered

body stooped; mind gone to sleep (as plodding your 'territory' here and there,

water this place, bathing pool there, et ceterahh blahh di blahh)

Of course if they're in bed til lunctime, hairdyeing til teatime, 

hardly any time for the UV to reset the body clock

(deliberate errata as it's not the 'UV' doing the job,

a "human" doesn't exist as single entity, 

it is in fact bits o' meat (and maybe some  this or other dimensional 'mind')

that only indeed function to the natural recipe

if colocated - fancy word for there is no meat and two veg

there is only one big pot of alchemy stew

meaty bits suspended, indissoluble from the whole damn potion

not islands sitting above some stormy (harridan shamaniac inhabited) ocean

oneness, (not Sam Harris absurdly trendy

"non duality")

the nett result:

meaty bits, not 'lots of UV'; 

but that rate for  which all of "humanity"

has evolved within which to always Bee

"change" that - take the meat out of the forever mix

it was not 'designed' to float or sink in

"human" is, only, meaty bits and the sunshine.

Synovial fluid not as once thought 'benign'

it only 'is' if 

(they even cannot not stop using their pre Babylonian babywords)

IS, the method evolution handed out in "human" to keep

those naughty arthiritic bits at bay

but ONLY if you're out of doors a fairly good deal of the day

But what do they do ... inside, deal

i know who got the better one

I will die when I'm done

especially as quite rightly

I passed on to just one other the fairly ok bits of me.

 

"right now"

 I know, it was never 'woke', but...

.. but

And it 'won'; Londonised, performative fragility.

Funny that, when in the Temple of London-on-sea

as usual all the art as artless as a fruit tea

All the priceless rudeman could say was "are you going to buy it then?"

THE END ..of The Cryptiche.

As there was nothing ever to hide.

Because there was never anything behind their eyes.

mirror sunglassed or not   

Except the money, money, selling all their soul and had-been creativity

For fancy anything and money.

Now..i wonder if The Waitrose Bag means what she says?: that she would like her lass educated.

 

Not just the stares' the seemingly almost pandemical neediness everywhere

 Now, the purest real zen (someone else knows of but she must write her version, one thing i know is we only know our own version, even if pretty much all "humanity" has the same universal almost everything...if they did follow the saner real culture.

And it is so interesting how the younger ones in fact do recognise just that if one guides them...i 'DO' no matter what.

With an assistant i don't need, the greatest thing is that Chretien 'bearing witness'.

It being extraordinary just how many peeps do in fact say " my ohhh my  the dysregulated insanity everywhere " I mean the 'nice' ones who go to Middle Classville up from Hatesville.

did i do that?

My my my what a 'performance' happened here...

ditto i think i did this one - this is a more one dimensional Kurteenie art work - the kind for those who think they can think

Yet to quote the fine German are merely buying into the "clique" at about 3x what they're worth

i need to find out if it was a mirrage.

But this wasn't - as if everyone stayed away for.. the last 'lesson'.

Righty Ho THE Londoners and the harm they do everywhere....soon.

Now... my whole output may seem so absurdly incoherent. That being the worst of all (last 8ish years) mental illnesses - "ping pong ping"... the trainee she gets it! and as they will gradually take over one day that's good as it's rule one: maintain a theme until it is concluded. Thing is i can maintain about fifteen in one head, as they're ALL the same...

But for now, the final conclusion  a quarter of a decade later really is the "arrogance" but it is sort of mixed in with a desperate need to slightly shock - push the boundaries, wind up the 'frequencies',  wear the most revolting sunglasses ever extant, and ridiculous always new headwear in mid summer, as a sad  neediness that one has to have SO much time free to perform endlessly of course their heads are empty ....sad that when there are so many ethical, and yes, even if it isn't a word in Hatesvillian, 'moral',  battles to be a fine "warrior" duellin' and joustin' REAL baddies...

But no rather than join councils to stop baddies polluting ALL the water in The Marches and London-on-Sea or havin' a word at the pub with the 10 grand personalised number plate brigade ... ROB 007 and clan who buy in slaves to build shoddy jobs...

They deliberately aggress and finger uppity fake sassiness....  because with such empty heads (though i know they are full really of "why ohh why can't i sleep almost ever never ..".. easy - apply here for the Nutcracker workshop it works) 

It is all in fact an arrogance even all  HAtesvillians sadly...

it can be cured though.

But the definition of arrogance i guess is they know they cannot Bee...

so they just perform ... where i used to live they just call it being 'arsey'.

and then the upper echelons of the needy-arsey seek succor in so called 'spirituality' that may as well be Eastenders 

 

especially on their ultra weekend of ...i had NO idea how ALL the SW needily needs to have his t-shirt at their awful meggafest

(this gets filled in VERY soon the reverse odyssey has to rev up propper first and take imoan home...)

meanwhile even if it's all connected: " ehh up luv i think that's rather performance arty... these Sebastians use SO much metal and muvva earthen wear resources and hardly ever use them, unless the cameras are rollin'... "

("bitch, never even offered a sausage ... to the 'human's... did you see she did to the stupid London man on steroids' dogs..i wonder if she saw him kick it as he steroid-powered on his way..?" 

now...if anyone knew what is going on, aside..

They wouldn't believe it. Nor did I... even if it happened to be accordin' to my only one lifelong philosophy which never ever works..

what a jumble, not for sale, even if as performance art like you would never believe that really does deserve to morally monetised..one day

But not by me.

Me i just have to now join some dots slowly slowly catch a ..... (who really is she..?. ..it's almost not fair or moral, my inside ear... except i only have her real best interests at heart -those she articulated quite quite clearly that owlin' day...)

 

righty ho i havent even started on the arrogance and precious fragility of London...yet But i have done it...already, in my 'can'. That won't stop growing. I keep coming across too much gold dust, caked around the snortin nostrils of such truly ugly and terrible-postured people everywhere...

But at last have a rather special select little audience... in train' to Empressaria...

But we shmaniac bullshit bein' so last-year's-cowboyhat just need to stumble across a caca 'ceremony' to update the  most dilettante timesheet ever..

Indeed, "i shall die when i have done" (polish truth time)

 And ain't even started yet but i am not interesterated in me (dePrived Eye ferkin replied to my first proxy email using err....   within half an HOUR!!! sexist cunts - decades they ignored my emails,  i know their game.... so i used it against them...)

But i have zero interest in THESE pestilent lands...

Twenty seven years ago i saw something in Poglettsville..

Stare Miastro

I know or THINK i know who they really are behind the sycophantine masks (NOT their fault you cannot help the culture you are born into but i only want to help them get out of the fake one they all present almost as bad as the goddam Ingles...  ohh and as for 'effnix' down ear callin women "birds" which was offensive even in 1993 never mind 15 odd years later, in Tightrope times... ask a fine brown man, doing their work, what the locals are like at even work.... 

Anyway thats none of my business as i am only ever interested in tomorrow; except  in my to do list (tabs open) for about three months: the TRUTH of Pogland...

And having discovered how wet blanket all the 'g'landers' are.... ohh i like that i think that will be the final solution to what to call them as ALL they ever go on about is something WRONG with their bodies - usually involving glands...

(i only moan about things i am DOing something about - by proxy at last.... )

Anyway yes if the POgles would be who they REALLY are then they may just be happy and also have a solution.

I shall reveal 

Later

(clue they weren't ALWAYS the poor man of Central or even All of Europe..i saew THE paintings)

"now..."

" the ghost of electricity howls... owwwwwlsss! in them bones or ..err.... face..."

And always will, until THE FLOZZ gets his way! (that so special endin' - put puttin down the river in THE BOAT with the plague flag up The Flozz sayin' ' "ALLEZ VOUS EN" which unlike ALL English illiterater men who've never screwed passionately load of Frog BAbes and enough SPix, too, who afterplay playfully give you the CORRECT foreign "bird" lessons and tell you " what is the rudest thing you can say in Frog, please...ma cherie.."?  [ Mister POxbridge yesteraft tries to tell us Europe is fucked cos his internet says so...funny that when according to the occasional bit of 4chan you can trust: THEIR data, the Europo is the top of all currencies in the world this week......

anyway it was HIS boat so he could tell any old lie he wanted

when he knew what he wanted

fourty odd years!)

so yes all that matters is i nicked her buddy's electricity hahh hahh....

BY proxy

 

That took rather a long time to fix

I can fix ALMOST anything... if as usual i know what good 'purpose' means, despite em all....

And one is really very very "bulletproof"

The END - i MAKE 'proxies' for a livin' 

as actual performance artform no fat very chemically overladen with that trendy lippy, Marina

 Could even dream of...

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

So back a few days....

videogrpahic expose soon.

The married couplet, speaking nothing, in rhymin' nonsense...

But then, as if to prove someone had an ACTUAL sense of Brideshead Revisited with good gags...

Their first tune is  and....well i was dancin' !  ...errata we

But here's the thing....

The

The amount of times the lastermonths i got one or uvva elf to chant

" hahh hahhh hahhhh bless yer soul..." 

Even more poinnantly pointedly javelate up the place nothin is ever meant to go up except the odd nurse's finger...

is impossible.

And fact as i only deal in them: i LOVE failure!

 IT gives me more energy and BOUNCE than if i had had my bollocks chopped off to get in under the four minutes...

I am failured, ed... addit off....

I don't LIKE success! Especially when so double entendre..

Anyway fuck em all all i care about is free electricity 

So as to chronicle ALL ... 

 the brown men soon.

Thisteraft as long as they havent all ganged up to have me  gagged.

 

 

 

The @REAL@ end...

 ... begins.

IN ...WELL FERKIN' ELL ...it's ALWAYS just the pub at the top 'o Hatesville Creek - that 'Black Swan'...

They NEVER EVER CAN...know how they will Bee

til they DONE it..

whatever it is... don't "DM me for change"  live in livin' hell aside for a few months for ACTUAL change...

and it isn't available on any 'menu' of any lifecoach, guru, hot yoga mamma conwoman, Paul the sounbowlista.. any cacaista crap...

YOu....JUMP

And you've no idea ghow you will... be next

Even if the ultimate gonzo course of course has to be appiled, despite their cries and snivvles..

She sai what she ferkin' well WANTED

TO be...him

i just DO what others ....need or are, and don't know yet

shame about Little Ms 'Purpose' # 1...

ohh well  as the REAL farmin' types say " nowt as queer as folk.."  in pre thought-police times

when queer was a gorgeous funny lovely poetical word that needs repurposing..

I do what i say....eventually.

so, only 'through' the import, really really do I understand...

 But did the pretty

Northern babe get it?

"even Prescott the puker we did value his no nonsense

NO 'precioussss'! no need to have foot protection 'operatin'' his spade

no Bee protection every stroll along The Track; no waffle and noncin'

No nuthin... that we have now: seems like every Northerner became a pastiche

of HAtesville - the actual version where the drug damage and bleak intellectual Wastlanishness   

were brought to your screens every night for years - your pity pieces, and whipping stools.

Ohh and the stools... sloppy accordin' to the chart....

i think you prove that stereotype is not at all the right, type.... no one else dare have a REAL conversation, here..."

Anyway who is the 'import'?

(Borrow -  Geeing ....around one meets a fair few, all useless, but one lives in hope the madman 

i am)

I clean forgot.

Oh yes....

So, interesting, really... 

just how polluted they ALL end up a decade or so here.

 

"aside"

 ... THE 'training'. I wonder if it really worked.

We (there are a few - not even Survivors, but merely asiders) met her lastereve meanderin' up from the coast.

" it got in The Torygraph don't you know...."

I did rather like her sexy feet, though.

Despite my digs.

One Day

 of many One Days 

But this one has to be so carefully edited.

For now.

As a shithouse just may be the key.

Now....all as of 10 yerars ago was mere sketch for 'performance art' in that sorry no way is MArina gonna be The Queen of that

especially when she has ONLY the fake version of 'The West' to make herself look good with

THE real version far far more interesting

as is my performance art video made about a week ago....(one of many)

Soon

but i dont work on a screen if there's sunshine outside to really shine within

ahhh hhahhhhhh two on a hotspot

 yet another reason to be helpmeeted/married; and save two woodburners and two rip off insurance companies (even if my ohh my i really DID outsmart their trap)

"PRECISELY!.. the other maniac - the nervy unesteemed Londoner [ despite her squatter urban guerilla trendy image in her 20s] so called intellectual - Queen of The Herd... with her bizarrely dubious tagline ' there isn't any progress'  try telling that to a poor Chinese fuck-doll who had to tiptoe around in bound feet while the blokes wanked off in dragon  t-shirts....so as to oppress her  "

(Melvyn    https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002dzy4    the one great beautiful mind left  when it comes to " ehh up you better be quite sure about that!"  )

Yes, READ! or at least click back

 god only knows why (170 of you before your morning jog (just to-show-off-the-latest-kit)

I know why i have been the last few months rather tardy

Indeed seemingly rather retardy.

Nope, sorry, years i preach 'failure' is best

And now i go and won the ferkin winners vest

BUt i needed absolutely nowt

Except 'commitment' to one with a  seeming brain

(we met her grandad's trigger puller lastereve...  

how truly extraordinary and quite sex neutral  - proof of the pudding her 'Hitler Youth' she could never quite leave... 

Woman's Hour really should have been there

T'wasn't only Adolf's lads who buggered of to South America and 'bolster' Pinochet

plenty of others could never REALLY 'change' -  includin' that one one  who fancied herself as Addy's Eve...) 

Mind of her " Uk should be in The Hague [for Northern Ireland, too] ..before us poor [ but even she couldnt do the SIMPLE rhetoric and i had to intervene: 

my research says for most the last millennium

your peeps the PEACEmakers of that whole rather turbulent, region ] "

Over and out

The 'territory' finished without any doubt.

Time to pass it on

To the only conceivable other one

who Most of The Time

gets 'it'

BUt it's the 'most' that's ...

Thing is if she - one of about twenty or even thirty elves in training

(anti-Tate compliant "Human" resources rules in force)

sees that even just by writin' nothin

but gobbledygook even if as she knows camouflage for deep real philosophy

even pickin' a fight with unmodernised Germany

....  if she sees 170 clicks today for doin' nowt

she may just GET IT! 

" let the fuck GO.... one reader all you need, 

i know you have inside that "twinflame" fire

fucked off at their  everywhere stuck in the mire

but also bolstered by 'love' 

lord above if you even know what it IS

all manifestly 

[what's her other dumb, 'on trend'' word?  oh yes alchemy

alchemee mee mee....

nope..all is merely universal

WRITE .. just TRY...and just maybe

it becomes, yours, you

golden filegree laced poo

or yet more self pitying tastles stew

Only..... only  the 'forces',

can ever know which, of the two

but i think all we can know, is they rather like a trier

even if OUR - endless 'heresy' has you dragged into Hades' fire

especially here where my ohh my the conformity

costumes; mirrored sunglasses  compulsory statusmobile

look look look

[and endless even worse gawpy stares at so humble nobody, no labels,  no tshirt slogan reminding me whom i pretend to be, me

even if they don't notice the old 'pikey van'

i think their real stare is my posture says 'I STILL CAN!']

 and of course, one thing we never see: 

or rarely even by their NEEDY sea

a fuckin just about half decent, book" 

 

to be cont

 The SW has NOTHING to do with any indigenous - nowt...

IN fact it's so interesting how it is merely television (or their latterday Tube)

Back in those MArches, 

as per now.... few buiderboys would be seen in their yellow hardhat

Just out of big fat

truck, pickup, fifty grand

In hand 

'energy drink' for breakfast

but that's between you and me

As one thing is for certain, one cannot in ANY way even maintain poetical commentary

Upon a whole "bodily" beeing

straight out of adverts on the TV

shaven head, dusty yellowjacket

7am stopoff Lidl 

or even Waitrose don't you know

multibuy six of em for the price 'o five in a packet

RIGHTY ho before i GO...any further

THE strategy must be etched in stone

No home

all of them merely 'bother'

Back to Plan A, from eight years ago:

Pide Pipered, shut the fuck up and off we ...go

soon

ish

...the ... 'THE' "narrative"... at least one man*

 twisted that nonsense newcentury, newword into a parody of itself 

even if said, *man, couldn't keep his posture upright without a black strap around his brown knee

I knew it all along there was only ever poetry

Hesse's prodgeny

A long time here and its all about "me"

And my pain sorrow and lack of methodical merely tolleratin' so as to sustain

Organised, always

ship shape, always...

cup half full, of nothing needed

Always

oooh that's rather good.

Anyway 'narrative' - as usual one realises peeps just chip away at ones 'story'

That isn't any moan, 

it is merely, the remedy to the endless knawin' at one's ankle bone

Or just how one douses ones toes with 'toxic' sludge

As not one, mentally, will ever budge

Grief - every one...

Except the Widow Naz 

And maybe just maybe Ms. surfin' fancyvan

was

Was...i (not me not this century) was, part of sucked in to the problem... and did indeed  find my way out into that healthier paradigm.

Righty ho: to do:

film of THE JOB still to load

The wheelchair REAL man we didn't goad

A black crow

 from 4 months ago

And.... those flutterbyes...

I had never seen them do that in front of my eyes

And that bit o' 'nature' really did at last change my life.

 

 But even die große Schönheit

has been made just so sadly ugly by thisteraisle....

Maybe even three (London Times... the revenge...soon)

(lasternacht rit but it didn't go 'UP'...too many other things going, on..)

 Tonight

Even if 'atomised'...

My ohh my third time i really do think it's the best ever.

.. ironic as Italy the worst ever

As any SANE person knew 40 years ago... (London back and forth  there every other weekend =  ergo...) 

The fruity sweetscentedness orgasmicness of an 'absolute'

 NO matter wot

None

No ifs or butts

(a truly fine settled down utter peace morn - that's what absolutes DO)

They wont even begin to 'get' it:

"my young fine brighteyed upright tits out weekly manstudies of the flutterbyes...me DAnTHEman.. .  show, your products, stuff, quite unnecessary body chemicals, yes perraps even your HRT.... [ fine sexy sixtysomething  GP receptionist night before last agreed  - she dumped hers after 5 years too...she told me a mere man gadzooks! ] have indeed decimated them flutters.... no they aren't recovering even in this finest weather..."

All the "settling down"  in the world isn't going to DO.... less. With less....as, never mind the ban if you a 'Green' on preaching "two per woodburner/motor/boat/insurance policy" the less is more is impossible to understand unless it is shown with stories...

And HONEST feeling which the sceoentific research has concluded is completely impossible if one has been polluted by years in The South - by which i mean London...

The arrogance, the insouciance the DeBottiness....  the complete and utter in"human"ity as human CAN only be based on "say what you mean and mean what you say [mediumish term = 5ish years at a go]" even the ferkin Godsquad figured that one out for god's sake..

Update ...down date from NOW

 Eckheart and co didn't work..

So says Dan THE man  - from up North....the only man a real man in this sceptic shopping aisle, i trust...

All these lovely days...Dan, twenty six and a REAL man who doesnt speak in Hatecreekish, and  say " manifest hope with your good vibes ..." but says with his BIG smile  "ehh up.... nice  to see yer again....  back in this bit o yer territory.." 

When asked " as the ONLY man i trust please give me the true data, rather than the version the Londoners require to keep their NAtional Tristeeships and house prices ticking up... how are the datas then... you still doin' the weekly butterfly survey?"

" not good lad.... don't be fooled...there seems to be an almost placebo effect in one species is doin' ok but all the rest utter Wasteland Apocolypse...."

" i believe only him, Dan...you hear that! ?!..

"certainly don't believe ANY vested interest from Prozac-on-Thames .... nor fake media spokesperson from the Sebastian-Rupert-Camilla Trust.... yer cannot trust them ex or current junkies still think that the Priory gardens are REAL 'nature'... its fucked and good for El Orngeboomboom for saying a fux a fuck...if i had a 26 year old daughter i would get the shotgun out and MAKE s/he combine forces as the perfect couplin'....  helpmeets backwatchers.... he is perfect...and you heard what he said about the BEST walk.... "

  

SO SO SO MQNY bits to fill in, now we know there's no hope for the flutterbyes... as they all became English women...  who put on fakebook they care about nature, and forget the next millisecond they ever said so on the way to the hair dye application saloon... (but don't call me no TAte as i have at least 50 witnesses interviewed ON TAPE who also agree with just that.....and are even comming around to agreeing with 'and as for your pansy sons.... no REAL MAN needed deodorant thirty years ago and thats a butterfly poisonin' poison too..'... ...

Mister wheelchair films and photos plus REAL explanation of last 'piece' .. to be edited TO-Morrow... 

Bleedin' enemies one of hundreds...

Extremely intellectual 'piece' - no not 'post' nor article or anything other than reflecting upon 20 years, in the 'now' - using it as figurative metaphor full of allegorical stabby bits

PIECE not ready untuil 1600

I don't actually care...

As it was never possible to retain ANY real ally ... the one who had a brain that is.

I CARE.... so remembered unlike anyone i have ever met, what i rit a few days ago about: see next post for...him...

fully interviewed filmed and This is Englanded...not how you may think.

4 or 5 days ago - film to add in later

So, and strangely....

 And the third time: " who would have thought, it really is even better......."

But the really better,now: two lessons learned. Especially the Black Swan - you feel different after DOing...

 and even I can never predict how..

So, the cryptiche...

 THE cryptiche...

That is proof if nothing else, that THE mind...without the need for their awful microdose of mushymagicdulldruggymush, can be in the zone, forever..

I didn't know what crfyptiche really meant, until...

she (errata 'it' - as s/he is universal... proof ANYone can learn, or change, or be 'licensed'...) 

Proved, even if she will kick and scream for the rest of her dull little life, she  errata it...is ferkin fabulous Punjabbing ..poet!

To do THAT with their (news at 6) ..'mangaro'   or whatever the fuck will also

(to quote IT ) "killing them softly.."

Indeed if ever there was a sign, symbol, data driven proof of Gray's*  geniosity before he was stolen by the confected cacasistas cradlin their lost lamb little souls in nothing but the latest catalogue for imitation natural fabrix... whist flickin' through the websites for yet another con profile of some smug yogababe guruing nothing for lots...

...cos they got fired from their one REAL job for being off a bit...

oops that's an error as any vaguely educated minor revolutionary in the year of THE dance 

- before the shamaniacs came along and monetised almost all even at low rates

(it hates my endless hatecrime in often relatin' the tales of a belovened [ thats cleverdickeratti Punjabberissm for YET to actually 'rise'] someone couldn't even relate to a coherent ping pong question answer.. about peeled or not onion skins...)

Anyway thus far all two and a half glorious years as a Lad in Waitin'...

Whilst Hatesville still no doubt photo-pimp their lad  waitin' for his dress to be back in time for the prom.... (on public money - but i am loyal ask the  greatest ever recruit to the greatest ever simple university she got them 

as her first recommendation, for the ok so absurdly mature one she probably will chuck it overboard like Belle I am sure was... (we need it now, if you're still stickin' in your loveliest ever nose - as all great art is thrown up in the air for everyone for free and someone else needs it now... the best book perraps on anyone can love anyone if the right amount of guns are pointin' at ones head.   and there's nuthin else to do.... meanin'ful.....)

Anyway yes the words that assist the next generation to survive this.... must be passed on regardless of 'feeling'

Which is why even it knows for sure.... now...

What the 'it' indeed is.....

And even if every day or those i can tollerate (code for those when the sun ain't so absurdly glorificatin' all even That Oracle {the jokes!), it begins with a jolly good poisonrant as Ive not had the time for the poisonpen...

Anyway I ain't interested in the black version of anythin' only the purple... and turnin' the truth of ... (The englitteratti was illiterate of me, errata us,  as i never knew it was THIS bad...) indeed, the "pantomime" into something engaging and better than Sorrentono's greatest ever Beauty**.

freely available via an ACTual pirate rather than two years of pastiche ones...(i have the pix...and interviews.. i knew it was bad but THIS bad...?)

https://solarmovie-ma.123cdn.pm/watch-movie/the-great-beauty-2013-online-free-full-movie123/7dkba4kbg-7dkq3dg?watchnow=1

* 

 (case for the defence: it really did so settle down that even i fell off my seat standin to attention at the genius poetry made out of mangaro....  don't tell it but i had a little private spinal shivver!)

** the ultimate joke on YOU, as two of 'em will be watchin thistereve as lesson one even if seventeen...well they better 'ad i don't  waste my Rita time on any old supermodel .... or whatever the poet is below it's Widow Naz disguise.......

righty ho

one of two months of an occasional poetical collaborator and photografixer...... 

but she's shy... for now - but tells the best ever jokes about HER body and is even having her eye "cloned" so that her real 'second sight' will be preserved in aspic as i never met anyone as funny.... or tarty...

But that's not all on dead Bee day...infact dead Bee day you couldn't make up, 

 

Well i never

 It can think, too

"wireless..."

pre 'code'

 Now....

wowsplendid...."spectacle"

What a one.

" but strangely we settle down.."

came true

ish

SO having invented a sort of anti Debot term

But avoid him their big one - Jung..

" ohh you can't say that...."

(as the woman with her silly very expensive sausage lingers)

If she can stay 'settled down'. 

There is so much to DO!

Especially as I have seen every smallest bit of her* monolith.

And i know it is always there in the Strait

Will they or won't they?

Up three bucks.

Up a few fucks.

So, surely...

 The end 

Like the real one.

the real training, over...

Trained 

photos later... 

but forever, the rhythm...

Twill always is and never bleedin' ends

Except, Londoners don't know:

If you really do "lean in" to the pure noetic, intangible, animistic...

Well....

Maybe the shamanic saw, yesterday all of it ..

All .. even their theme song ....

Just retaining that in my minds eye, never mind being surrounded by the most superb minds- all three, aside this pestilent sea ..

... even with my extremely good mental minds eye imagination, I could not have had second sight of that ..

but, lasterlatenight " maybe she took revenge with her vudu..."

Twice in one day.....

If she really did have "second sight"

she would know I guess, that four is crowd

meanwhile back on dry land if the sheets ever get aired, all I care about is my virally broken loose bigjob readership it says many more of you .

Maybe you have bonkers second sight,too  and just know...

as loyal subject all is there first hand for you to see...

As soon as possible!

Months of it .

but yesterallday....was impossible. Until it just is .

Oh yes talk about arty pics: towering testament to no one cared for the.. Bees..in the ultimate art house film just came to us on a plate 

( Top of the pops: even if the anti screen crusade is " honet etc droit. .. " to quote Clyde via Serge.. to be cont, forever)

On 'cue'

 ... Truly as if an orrid Russel one 

his crappy "aware" 

..ness seared into her ok arse 

As I-we-we are recording performance art on the 75grand SUV quay..

along comes the opposite of their performative Cheltenham Ladies refrectorian compulsory virtue signalled:  "hope" 

Ooh I like that new word

I am sure it wouldn't be allowed in her High Court dressing room except " I do hope the Pimm's is on ice down in our seaside retreat,  after I've done my ice maiden act" ( they don't actually CARE that's been ascertained from the inner sanctum squirtin' nothing out of the bone-dry junction...  between usually flabby legs)

how simply perfect a lesson, camera rolling anti-sartorially : " hope" 

All she could say ..

My trainees not only saw, but lived...  yet another performance, of nothing

( " there's one thing almost as bad as cowboy hats:

 baseball ones 

but she alone ... ohh I so want her to adopt you as pure...

pure ( that's an Oracle babe word for towny neurosis)

pure guide and aunty ... 

pure elder

pure same'frequency' 

pure companeras... with the squiggle I can't be bothered to copy n paste

You BOTH get ' it'  ..."

Oops on a new underclass  device which is being commissioned, now Eckhart ... I can't find how to turn off autocorrect so it screws up my fabulous flow of anti Eck-ret  ..   but a junior she knows exactly what every word does mean ...

She at least wasn't a Hatesville lost lamb who couldn't be who she. ..is

"as the philosopher said [as I sat in the De Botty arch]

 ... 'all living is meeting' ..."*

ahhhahhhh.... now I really do know: 

the straw boaters - compulsory down here ( to differentiate the dilettante in disguise, from the cowboy hatted lower orders of nothingaunts); the total artless performative ...' meeting' .. indeed nothing.

Except her.... and her nine year old.

That was a real meet, in showoff square: solidarity, Compañeros

( I even had the kairosy time yesterday at last to research the  correct sexing of the plural version, even if a tad sexist: us and them... more babes than blokes but still it's a bloke ending .. when shethem... could be a babe beginning... she, I was so impressed did know of Afeni...)

but it is this thing I just didn't know existed til two years ago that they  the Surrey Home County Kate Middleton fans and 100 quid a pair sunglasses blokes... emigrate down here, to 'meet'  which means maintain, Brideshead ...

Which is only maintained on arms brokerin' or techy dominatin' English public school boy, dodgy dosh ..

Washed away by the SWestern sunshine... 

And.... every fearful look ( so many a day!) at someone that doesn't fit into their so conformist  so so SO conformist ..look

I saw her a mile away....

and her lass's hair exactly the same as my own that age ..

As was almost every perfect facial gesture...

in the worst of all places of ' meeting' where I realised that's their addiction: meet.. never DO

Cos that's what they are brainwashed into at their awful so called universities. 

Network

But no way ever with anyone not a photocopy of yourself

My my England really is the most backwards place on the planet..I know well

now I can really begin- as that worked lasternight

Now..... my day

 ( I now know, as does elf #1, the true hatecrime in " the stars" ... as it is fully chronicled in triplicate, three " birds" one stony path to nowhere in all that, except their cage like judgey " second sight" which is as bad as Flo and her ripping off the whole rest of life of those a tad thoughtcrook, in that they can never get beyond her evil..so must lust after the cash to reserve the right to buy into Flo's remedy to nothing but what is BOTH - mind and body only ever as one as the  true genius her Serbship also lived and is,  Flo using them as her ignorant "laptop class" snakeoil defraudomobile ... vehicles .. I don't care about vudu wuwu shamanianicness.... coming out if the gobs or babes,  from the non laptop class.. stuck in some London-on- sea dumpsville Hatesville..... But I DO care if an elite educated supermodel or yumminess my own blood may see as role model ... is hearing such true evil ... I- Herd ... and now must uncloak so many chronicles...  of just a few who also did...even if they DID nothing.... as they cannot thinking Flo is yummier...my my my how so called equality and not bein' objectified ...flower so so backwards up her own defrauding ..arsehole.... The definition coming up. Not here though...yet.... I have been replicating  )

My day... If a splendid former soviet, my " name day" I think i forget my jeansious ain't all encompassing

In passin'

is given only to a n uvva