The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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as i say cheer up no point so much desolation even here in their 'nature' retreat
and the cheeriest thing of all The Wasteland as just-beginning to chronicle here only to add some sunshine as its out of sequence but its all you can moan about
we chronicled how it really was a fabulous gorgeous depopulated ok hotspot.... and the National Trust dont even patrol the car parks any more in the day to check if you've paid for a ticket..
as they wasted all their cash on uniforms, for nice sweet young or old things ... there to smile at you...and can't afford the security any more... or even clean their bogs at some fair rate
fine by me..
back to those gorgeous simpler late 70s a pure saudade for real..in fact.. a repeat of 76
the best of all....except this time the things.... weren't only in ones mind
This is but it will take an actual human mind to get it
Mine i have used for a decade or at least a half of one to know why the machines will NEVER match the positive madness of the thoughtful human
(all one ever hears now is EVERYone who once might have read a reasonably intelligent book, going on about AI...it's already dumbed down dystopia - errata was 20+ years ago... and of course you can't speak of the ONLY way one lets go 'creatively' as thats against the REAL tyranny...of safe space wellness and self care....whiich i have the bible on NOT working, as i care...even if there's no point)
dozens more sunny videos uploaded yesteraft despite being IN the dystopia to use their wifi
AI will unlikely ever be really 'creative' - and how to let go and be creative.. (furthermore it will wreck all independent creativity such as Substack) part 1 of 2
AI will unlikely ever be really 'creative' - and how to let go and be creative.. (furthermore it will wreck all independent creativity such as Substack) part 2 of 2
(they have of course added new layers in of 'checking' via their shit AI so there are extra clicks now to disrupt the flow)
But Suzi agrees.... and she can access grant cash " the ai needs to be shat on as it will never understand that the shit art of Pastyland is all that it has scooped up as it trawled and scraped away ....and GOOD art only comes from being shat on 99% of artists these days darent even admit theyre scared they may not sell as much crap £1000 shitart "
i feel sorry for the AI its been fed such anodyne number 1s or 7s on the Bristol shit chart
plus copied from above sidepage
now these are only stuck in here not really even to make a point yet..
just quickest (no battery) splurge
i take photos and have for 10+ years really only for one reason as aides memoirs for conversations had with folk..
random
around 2 or 3 hrs a day if out and about
recorded archive chronicle
and i can assure as a literary twat they are TEN times more interesting than Mr Lomax's famous so called chronicle
and show beyond any doubt how y'all truly trapped in a worse gaol than
them
and i'm not talikn' about vans and freewheelin whilst not at work
except this isnt random
theres 300 hrs of the truth of 'Christianity' - highup...among many other real journalistic insights about reality
god and hours and hours on this twaddle, and Imoan - born n bred, is far funnier than i am on this parasitism.... that ruined HER town
... especially as the most dumbed down scroffulous decapitated people ever dont know wot to heckle: "ohh really so the prince and princess have issued a statement from princeclass en route to hobknob and brownonose with the worst child trafficahhs in history [ Read Jean Sasson - my fan! in personal writing to me; her great books like For The Love of a Son ... even if princess kidnapin' their fave hobby as she was genius at fully chronicling, how they pick em out before even age 10 and get mummy to fill them with sweeties to fatten em up prior to passing them over ...or else ... to some chief rags .... before even the lowest European age of consent...]...off with their..."
good job i decided or rather havent got around to uncensoring yet that one ..
or rather nothing can ever work....
not even " havent we had enough of y'all yet... time to bye bye ... go and hide in Norfolk with the prodigal.... the peeps really are a bit zealot on this one even if they have their priorities rather askew may be best for your own safety ....."
as i'm sure like even the ridiculous " doctor Peterson" you have brainswashed yourself into KNOWING your S.A.D. actually is extant, somehow aside and aggrandised
greater than your snivelly little shoulders-lowered self... moaning about a bit of grey sky
which is for mornings like this...
when unlike the addicted 'networkers' of Surrey-on-sea whom rate themselves by all those so lovely 'friends' they only see once a month at some moaning circle in some salubrious, humble little 'public space' you can only afford to get to up in the hills
if your banker bloke can pay for the endless repairs necessary especially if its not quite a modern Discovery ...
all my lovely abundance of friends are equal i bet they even have as mantra
FIND PHOTO of her the 'case study' and Sarah the Dogs...
so long besties... as soon as a little sniffle hits no longer though of course it was 'lifestyle' that did it, meaning one decided to recreate herself as a bongo bongo drummer to fit in with her bid to become Lem Sissy's public relations department...
If i were Lem i would have gone for her as she really is the pukka real thing as her thirty year bestie realised is too much...
(and i remained networked with both new enemies i am above all emotion)
Anyway.... the ket to life is believing in just a few of those meandered among...
" one day she will come good..." It was getting a bit late in the day but i just knew the second after i had immediately felt sick seeing her tarty legs tarty mobile phone tarty everything the ultimate one... that she alone had the thing... that true magical thing from her years of dogging [sic] and illegal teen breeding
All five of them.... or was it three, or was it three different dads i forget as detail never matters... all that does is " god i just saved my life by great books like propper ones like yes even Orwell but especially the novels... and as they schooled me learning education was arguing with every poncey cunt especially Leon my course tutor who tried to tell me whats what at my adult ed university of buying a lanyard to do psychotherapy.... "
"imoan.... this is the moment now..."
" god ive always wanted to be a librarian but i gotta wear my pencil skirt and even if i dont need em...specs...to turn my victims who dare approach MY desk, on "
" Imoan luv why do you think you are top of the list.... we spent a year on this.... even if i hate the smell of makeup from 100m on your Path....GREAT art still gets great literary comments even now....
" i shall not be in charge of PR and the look, but i know who is on exactly the same perfect page as me ... and thus thats why i messaged you this is the compulsory uniform, no religious paraphenalia allowed and 3% of the population reported in 2021 they liked something like the same sex and they get the most prominent section with red lippy and all sorts of bangs and whistles...but also exactly 3% of the total catalogue ...
" i can be consultant... the Maupins i gobbled up as fast as he could pen them out... they were superb fully diversely real life tales or he was such a great writer he conned you into living in Mrs MAdrigals...
" i even made a video the other day walking the hills in shock and awe at the ONLY good radio 4play for about three years at last https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m001v1mt in fact as soon as i dialed it up walking in the hills in the rfain i was in tears ' THE simply genius alive writing its GOT to be a Mike Walker ....!!!' and was wrong as there's another ... as good as him at last.... i had no idea Bacon was a homo couldnt care less and despite it being a feature of the play it was done in such a genius way that you LEARNED about real homoness and thus had fullest conceivable empathy and shared humanity almost in the room with him and his sort of boyfriend ...
" so yes 3 %, exact proportionate representation allowance.... .. pride of position even...
" but ... i didnt even need to raise it....yes i agree ... bespectacled... you dont need to recreate your look for the job... Mister PAlmer already did so 40 years ago....and had he thought of spectacling his lasses - culture that really did bring peeps to life ... may have got it doubled up to 300million views
" ohh yes and dont forget....the manifesto...as i have already mentioned twice iof you actually READ your watsups.... is merely to create another you.. from teen dogger, to poncy survivor and even fancier flouncy dog owner... but you know WHY you 'survived... .. and you can sell them there too i jimmied in that as a more democratic model... for the actual people.... right in the middle of Sarah-the- dogtown, too..... my god theyll try and get one of us arrested for sure....which will be exactly what we need, for the film and all PR is good pr especially if they do meet the REAL you..."
Righty ho now i really do need to create one sane 'treatise' on...
but my 'network' is based on a LOT of trawling and then immediately sifting out the minnows and keeping the big fish close to heart as theyre so easy to identify in any event
ohh where is that picture?! they would be giggling in front of the wallmounted advertorial picture of the handknitted womb wrap..
And of course, they know exactly what the mission is...or Nigel gets in
As my my they all so hate THEMSelves going by the wan stoopiness, they too will vote him, to spite them
That ole Black Swan as usual was ptiloerectile in her feathery warning: no hope of surviving it
Even I lastersept was melodramatising in a week of maudlin.
Merely based on ... well... the thing above all Them Southerners kindof do i dont believe in as i know its the opposite of a good life, flit from one so called friend or even luvva to the next.
One can only really have great real collaboration when the peaks and troughs have been persisted, in person, in tandem
Anyway silly me though it was good to be reminded then of how even after five years full training in total Wastelanditis all around me then, still, and for sure tomorrow...
Its all irrelevent and things just come up .
when i dont need things, just a base to be sometimes meandering through pasttime things all ten terrabytes or more that i know are part remedy to all your things that font arrff ave everyone more than maudlin
and 99.9,% doling out the dullest dilettante self pitying sensitive saccharine art ever in history which is all a lie as 99.9% are by definition sharp elbowed b*tches ( the one banned word in honour of all the innocent doggies they overcontrol as neurotic first aid for their inner chasm of inability to accept death, as all real doggists i meet agree upon , even if i accidentally used it on an especially happy day speaking with Ms Books i am ashamed of but bleeping is so artless and only for protecting others faux pas if ever necesary) ... as thats the only way you get a SWestern garret or, my only interest, Hay, Presteigne even Knighton ( The Marches) one in the first place..
.".. and here's a rehash ...rerelease....cover of Timmy's inimitable ancestral first nation simply unreproducible real thing.... by a new singer, Sade ..."
Because by only talent, and real soul, nobody needs to know when you own the thing yourself.... even if it was by someone else... as she did and nobody ever even knew... the truly confident unbrainwashed they are lesser by some Green politician or self serving dire college tutor with nothing original to say but something negative, knowing there is no need.
and i have the stories and imagery but i guess this will never be quite the medium
but i don't care ...who knows..maybe thats Up To You
oops ive lost track of whats here and what not, lots more to do soon
the very funniest other day
(from below)
the day we rehomed Bash
A very very totally black rabbit raised by a very very central Steiner big cheese mum so central clique cult, and didnt i have to know it
But at her nipper home they couldnt handle Bash
I wonder if she told her 'supervisor'
(A psychotherapist supervisor is an experienced professional who provides mandatory clinical guidance, ethical oversight, and support to counselors and therapists to ensure client safety, competence, and professional development)
when she went and set herself loose on humanity as psychotherapist
that their house bunny was so well balanced and had done the right 'work that the moment it was put in a pen with our Hazel
it literally tore its stomach out immediately in a murderous frenzy
which still makes me laugh, ironically, as in Londoners.... gosh poor things
can't even manage to maintain a dose of placid bunny
Now..if i were a filmmaker, the problem
being the 'problem' became the filmmakers
This would be a scene in something alike The Last pictureshow
2009 just when the small festivals of The Marches were being colonised by the kind who only wanted to be filmmakers
or run festivals or be musicians or anything they learned in their Southern media studies or sociology or anything except how to actually look a child in the eye; when you are paid to be there to do exactly that.
When 'community' and caring became merely workshopping
at a weekend off shopping.
For soundbowls and tarot packs and all sorts of 'spirituality'.
Now.... no drum roll; but merely because of there being no point, of even being being profound...
Well i thought she was but....
But that was the othertime - the nontime...
This time
three years a totally nontime
And thus my 'chronicle' of this time doesnt really exist other than for the habit of protecting onesself against the worst neurosis which always goes bad for them and they love to take you with them
But randomly seeking, the damn lost periods
A rather good audio record of
Well at least she was honest.
(even if missed out the horrendous drug dealing around and about which is so damaging and frankly a bit scary, scaring her 'community' to half death...)
But ultimately dull that one even if proving someone who deals in the things is often a grown up with whom one can broach as total strangers almost any subject...
Because the true profound came along a decade ago... entirely unplanned merely because of...
letting a YAnk into someone's life who had for years managed without any drugs, stated often in 'medical conferences' at my fireplace she wished to stay off the nasty drugs... and i know that YAnk secretly having come to visit the lamby, left to die by the local redneck farmer (on the blower "nowt to me .. too late in the year all the rest in the top fields now....i wouldv just left in for the crows if i'd seen it..." thats modern farmers)
And the next day " that was lovely yesterday feeding your pet ..but...i had to put ALL my clothes in the washer the smell [of ordinary not quite spring, rather autumnal latebirth lamb] lingering made me feel ill ..."
At which point, times two as said Yank was Ms old bag #1 community smiley and extinction rebellion co-stall runner... sweetly smiling so as to con all commers
One new that profoundly the WAsteland was wrong, it all ended decades ago...all sanity that is
As did her victim's whom ended up in the looney bin a few months on - those side effects on the Prozac pack may indeed not be entirely made up to cover their arses
Now that began the cautionary " she will counter attack that one when i say to people what really caused the madness.... beware behind the smiles they are lethal... and will make up any story, especially if they have also recreated themselves as some local Green goddess when in fact they stole the money from probably even the CIA to relocate theyre so ... never what they say they are.... better always have my recorder on in top pocket ever going out into the small community or anywhere in fact.... as sure as ferrits are she will already have begun her PR thrust.... as she knows I am the only one for 50km who ever got anything DONE in society.... she will of course fear only me.... "
So, that chronicle period is super interesting but then...
the gods came along and grabbed everyone by the balls just cos of Nigel's 2%and even if my heart was treble broken an only child only existed as i was working FOR the EU in the EU photographing from the air the EU so that they would be allowed to join when the maps were updated.....
A child who literally is Europe...
And what happened or rather didnt over three years i know is historical every word saved in a wonderful chronicle of attempting to DO... forgetting my recorder was on as is obvious...and just .. capturing what didnt get done....but my ohh my how they ...
well its far more interesting than 'moaned'
Which isn't really for you the browser here as if you did value profundity you would have paid upfront for many more chapters to go
For a decade living only like a monk specifically so that every penny can be saved - not even using the gas stove but infact woodburner duel purpose to cook upon...
as my religion became infact chronicling except its not sexy enough unless i do a bit of Noonan at some point and 'fictionalise' the exact words...
unbowdlerised... even if beyond suing eyes as you cant sue for what actually did happen, or didnt
And i know the definition of 'public money' - its not just grants...
which is the point, it is the all sorts of 'advantage' that the lambhating class game, gain, and maintain...all by dint of some 'connection' to someone officially in charge of the public money pot... most of which nobody ever notices
and Noonan so beautifully captured so historically
whist his newspapers of the day i am sure were moaning on about bankers and wanker politicians... none of whom have ever had anything remotely interesting about them, and anyway have far less power than is assumed...
There anyways was a 'lanyard class' even if in the provinces as of 25ish years ago she invaded with then merely her clipboard
BUt... there is an equation in human affairs which is all terribly simple, which is when you have ANY human who sets themselves up as ..
well they are ALWAYS men... this one the worst of the lot - using children exactly like the bloke in the last GREAT YAnky culture Don't look Up where the greatest cinematic injustice of all time took place and it got the wrong one as these 'soft spoken' guru mentypes ... well arent what they perform ever
but he - the local one who used children in his PR when not even noticing them as the film version not as photogenic as all the others i have in a folder somewhere but cant find this exact 'moment'
so back to the preused ones for now but i have a far more smug and handome hall of fame later
And as in any endeavour, if a substrata comes along or layer to quote Ms Books, who are not quite as brazen and not quite as lethally laser focused as the strata male above - gurus we are on now, the next strata down is of course disempowered and even half crazed with envy that the best non-cleaner jobs have already gone in the rural hinterlands they moved to from near 20 years ago and thus their offering is beyond all great PR and snakeoiled perfect smoothie..
just comedically con and over the last decade i have a superb chronicle of themtoo, as retreat, indeed laughing retreat... from those whom did the true damage, them blokes, them babes just a shabby pastiche and usually far less entrepenuerially sound as that takes believeing in yourself for cash when i bet deep down under their hems the spacebabes knew they were just following the herd froma few staeps behind
i love this photo irrelevent
oops yes the Christians caught on to the big con, too...
bless em
but it was and is even more their books
the acction men get the big books so the babes have to make do with what they're really useless at in real life as meet someone in 'grief' theyre the very first to cross the road
(and she was....ok oops wrong one what a common name )
Which is also in my chronicle but nothing like as assiduously pursued even if i pursue nothing ever... but i know what is real 'history' and even real 'journbalism' oldschool, just keeping a record of what really is behind the masks within the community
I know nobody else even notices so busy trying to figure how to pay for his superguruing or ...how to compete
Anyway four years ago near enough i realised that all there is to do in life is attempt to eventually share my rather good Noonan...
I know it is
And although the Annie is possibly the best journalism book about the reality of The Middle East my critique was always she didnt have in enough of the bodily smells and a bit of flavour as she persisted a few months as Saddam was pondering who to do in next ...
you have to have some emotion as long as it's real, for the story to stick...
Never mind for NO smart-arse faux artistic construct, as it wasn't planned i began to just tell a bit of my own story to every random person i met and chatted with especially upon the hills..
But eckerslike as soon as you sit down and start to attempt to get organised efficiently you get taken away from seven years previously religiously doing 50 or 75 km a week and start to get a bit paunchy..
So one has to stop and unplanned start an actual few thousand km per year of Their dodgy Path...
anyway more later but there's a sequence and i still also need to get back to the genius PAul at the church and the subsequent Paul and i chatting about his true genius .. the man paid to help the paupers and infirm deliberately ignored as Paul's way out...from under his smiley lanyard ...
MY journals are real
But more sunshine forst loads ready to cheer the cockles not mine mine always are....
.... and the most magnificent literary sex fiend perraps of all time, Collette ... Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, known mononymously as Colette
If they hadn't been far too busy living and upsticking a finger at life, with a clean finger nail, to waste time doing themselves in....
They may have penned a poem about how both Sylvia and Virginia had to end it all, in London.... so as to be imortalised for really not very good writing
And then there we have the once fabulously sparky Jason, with his ONLY one rather fasbulously alive ditty, as soon as he mentions the Bell Jar (which you have to call 'English' as as soon as yanks get to English so called universities they lose their mind to a 'history' that was invented just for them - as if Disney-on-Thames, or Cam, for them to chuck their loot at, stolen over 100ish years by them from the fine Bolivians and miscellaneous other real warriors) he's in it forever ....
Never to have another half decent song out there...
Now this is there for a reason, in the recent latest audio not on here yet, indeed a fake journo given sneak preview.
Because even if i have zero interest in any politics mechanics of music, and know ONLY soul.. the real kind...
I also knew the one so called 'artist' who more than any ever in the world ever was so dire and only got rejected by Jools because he was so dire and yet still ...persists... thinking just because he had one of the worst daddies in history who conned the world he could Imagine anything but staying at home in his Dakota getting drunk rather than ever bothering to learjet the lad back and forth which he could have afforded every day, forever... until someone put him out of his misery. Only at himself.
In short don't tell an artist they are any good. Or their dad was... which is a weird hard subject.
Far more interesting is to see the way 'evangelical' Christianity spread around even South America from the 70's due American TV... which every single person in the world with a non retarded mind knew then was candy floss pollution that will clog up even the most robust fine-flowing watercourse
And is literally the reason you have a very prominent 'catholic' Mister Stanley, almost running The Torygraph these days ... when i bet you didn't know, that their priests aren't allowed to practice anything ceremonial such as celebrate marriage, outside anywhere but the four walls of a catholic church.... as even Mister Blair knew they were a bit dogy...
Anyway ....wow gosh if only the yoof knew just how remarkably lucky they are...
even if fourty years never actually seeing her face....
until this moment
is better, to have lived with her since then on your 'mix' tape in the walkman meanderin' the world...
next up after Randy i still recall that one, was the one who broke through such that even fourty yonks ago not one person, of literally everybody in the land who by edict had her Diamond Life, ever said "oohh a break through brown lass.."
I had no idea indeed until just a week ago lookin' err up was in fact from Nigeria...
Nor that for fourty years i was conned by them true deservant goddesses, next on the mix tape the gran finale - the great artistic writing of Feminine Position which had no agenda, gender, or owt else anyone could make into workshops thirty years later..
Never mind their simply genius ferkoff number
all along keeping up the act they were some huckster gang of homely hillbillies whom could have been from Starkfield MAss... when in fact they were pukka Jersey gals
And Jersey girls really are something else.... a machine of projection, anything but back home in Jersey, i still remember her Karmann Ghia, a fgunny old thing with the worst suspension system ever uninvented rattlin' around the potholes of Manhattan, her little gun in her pocketbook...
And nobody would give Helena Faccenda a wolf whistle unless they were her equal armed and dangerous but infact the sweetest thing you could ever meet when she found her man and the peroxide got chucked down the drains....
Which is all irrelevant other than to think some shabby bloke who once 'lured' a "Rumanian model" well into her twenties... to a place when it opened up to their 'public' and not one person i ever knew would be seen dead even thinking " lets go to Buck House and waste a tenner havin' a look .."
Is headlines in a place which everyone with a brain on my rambles has confirmed the last few months is Utterly Uttermost polluted beyond hope...
hahhh but who's REALLY to blame.....
Well, if there's one person above all who should have been drowned in the sewers...
That year... this year.... this very year that (she needs "avenging" ) ...
the nextermorn after Billy and his band having ragtagged along to her Hollybush as the'd been kicked off their usual festival spot down South and ended up setting up the Hollybush Free festival - the 'eco campsite' where the main attraction was litter bottles and shit left littered in a manner so artful it was Wasteland Apocolypse.... as everyone with a brain knew even then...
is even told " my god man you're the next Bob.... "
But whom after getting the right girlfriends from his cheeky grin and the same old extremely dull music -the kind that says from the moment they walk onto the stage that we have the right 'vibe' and bohemian instruments, is so forgettable that just like poor JAson they then spend the rest of their careers trying to write just one vaguely artistic bar after theyve been told they're it
And never suvcceeding so in Billy's case a few years later attempting to cash in, via writing one 'save the planet' song and then appealing to his lovely 'tribe' to follow pied Piper except not to where they crowdfund to go and write their next album the other side of the world in Bali and tweet every day to the loyal 'tribe' how the new songs are developing in his hammock in the tropics about Global warming he couldnt possibly have become creative enough to write without the plane fare and other 'love' sent by the 'tribe' through their money into his rather successful crowdfuding operation wryly observed over those years...
which is what actual journalism should be actually perusing
Except the Billies weren't entirely silly billies... as they had stumbled upon the number one region where they could come and spread out...
ignore eco 'planning' law that was there to protect that river...
have gigs and just leave all the rubbish blowing in the wind...
And rather than any journalist ever even ponder the hypocrisy of the whole damn fraud, the journalist would be first in the queue for the imported magyc mushrooms doubtless from some polluted swamp in Vietnam or Goa where they warm up the pollytunnels with burned plastic..
But what really is the only interesting thing for many years is just how rubbish, artless, unpoetical, all art became
as soon as they were told they 'needed' to be supported and promoted and part of the 'community' ..
We see the SW is their home range
How strange errata not, that there's no good art at all for miles except that one...
And i am quite sure they all quantumslit, their own main arteries to ....
god this IS 'SUFFERING' for ones artless nonsense
as Billy (VERY SWestern - his audience the sort who would drool over the fake Banksy someone's trying to flog in the pub next door) had cornered with his perfect millinery
the eco Apocalypse gig market...
it becomes about hairdressing
all they have to say
And confected, mee mee mee im so ... under the thumb of someone else.
oppressed lost lonely disadvantaged
when in fact you get into the 'school' that indeed ruined art
That 'Brit' age 16 and even a Ted Hughes 'award' some time not too later
Which i call parasitism....
ooohh silly me
errata parasites are fabulously clever super-evolved organisms which learn to live in full symbiosis with their host, often indeed enhancing the host's life chances
whereas that lot merely killed their Golden Goose, selfbbqd it in Bali
gosh i have to be careful pushing 'publish' as yes the underclass modemphone disconnects randomly and..
ive already lost one spontaneous poetical riff a few days ago..to be cont
but many more to load and its all nice and abundantly plenishy and full of actual nature and sunshine as against the most fake and crass iconography i have ever seen anywhere in my whole life...even worse than seeing Pravda in it's dying day
I love as its only a collage of true lunacy...
Ai Weiwei where ARE you when one needs just one sane observer...
righty ho now..
A against ALL my many year habits it is a disaster to use a computer or any device in any interactive way after teatime
All i meet and even have to tolerate for periods, for years is people - women mainly, who cannot sleep at night....why they..also can't think how to actually change the lives they moan about
And without any doubt whatsoever as the science is we are pretty much all the same io know that if i use a device INRTERACTIVLY - which means to write or communicate as against merely watch a movie perhaps
such as this TRUE gem randomly encountered a few months ago
(i tell all the battleaxes about as the REAL women are really getting rather tired of a certain name this last week.. qa guest appearance on that soon)
Use device interactively after tea time....not necessarily best nights sleep..
never do, always do
but they cannot listen...
However having broken a few times of late habits of a ;lifetime for which i shall suffer... just to spite the meanest ever voyeurs and tossers nosing in excepting three fine donors even if one a bit £10 cheapskate,, who shame the rest..
At last i shall begin MY actual medium - all screeny stuff a mere autodidacitcaldistraction
which is sound...
(as per the interview with a vary rare thing a German conartist in her small space converted car ion the above page)
and now i really do know even if three wonderful longchat encounters today upon hills and in library with three true full on battleaxes also HAD ENOUGH....
with your moaning and self pity
IN video above at last a story ..of the one who above all is totem for why your kids havent got a hope...
but the story told as usual so hurriedly for now..
has a soundtrack
And i have at last written a todo not: get out the audio...of her the woodland 'forest school' public money guzzler ... speaking at 1130 am in front of her poor lovely daughter of how she was pissed and stoned in the middle of the high st on carnival day..
sadly i didnt film her daughter's face...her look my way.... disgusted with her London psychologist Mother Theresa mother
but i did record in audio, the true chronicle of what was there but started..here, and is what REAL journalism is... and thats been my only actual mission for a whole decade
i shall now begin
(ooh i havent even begun yet and a certain famous magazine doesnt know they were corresponding with me last summer instead of some sweet nursie they thought they had hooked to do an expose, and what a true example of utter Telletubine infantalised hypocrisy even when they're called We-Rootout-Hypocrisy but i have to get out the actual email stream before i actually name)
or maybe i did - catch her face..
And i shall find her tomorrow if i write a to do they happen
I have a very very very well looked after chronicle terabytes of it... and it;'s important as it's not Lord of The Rings it's reality..
And on the 'Greens' and self appointed 'goodies' when it came to 2016... and a few years on..it's historical.
ooh and theres the best ever how to smile at the dentist, always, ever ... real therapy
Mine we battled to the death to see who could make the rudest jokes... with his drill in my gob... i would win.
i shall perhaps create a few of these snapshots of the glorious perfect spring and summer
I know they make me forget the rather splendid warm rains for some weeks that enable at least some catching up, and far more important being VERY stealthy as all the Londoners wander by only looking at their feet ..
Sad that nobody notices their grands worth of Brideshead rainwear... all the rest shuffling by as if its the end Times...
Infact about 3 years of it on 22 Feb this year, is
...well.... its sad.... they do their 'work' but ...i guess shetoo....
All that Tolle, all that Martín
All that even worse De Botty.... and of course all that Jungian clap trap on their bookshelves to make them look good even when the Prozac runs out... or the hairdye runs..
is for one thing above all, to learn there is NO POINT lying to yourself...
never mind those of far lesser import, you...
And even if your Oracle girl fans wouldn't know what 'pure' means as theyre all on The Roseland swimming in sewerage coming out of their own gobs, too..... nor woukld she.
Purity is if i say i never 'LOOK' at 'stats' i mean it although there is one unavoidable lookings... which is on the 'new post' page it says the viewers of the last few ....
And occasionally i may look at the meta data which in the summer had often 4000 readers a day...
And i hope they never come back wherever theyve gone as they could have had no idea what fun was ongoing... that to some extent must be told...soon..
Anyway but i NEVER 'dig' down into viewerships.... ever.... i have a life - deliberately keeping irrelevant lifeless items like you or who you are well out of it...
which is THE key to being a bit creative or at least thinking for onesself spontaneously... even the slightest thought of whom or why ...you are there takes away...
from just me and whatever ineffable nothing there is...
But if pressed i would assume: no way do English people peruse my waffle.... I can't lie and theyre even worse than Yanks as at least YAnks dont pretend to be all modern enlightened and knowing which makes the Britolite brigade worse for you indeed than an Armalite
Which i am pretty up front about
Likely if there were tell tales which is ALL the British became.... even genuinely dangerous - this is rugged t-potter land
plenty of fuckin flags...
I mean just the accurate journalism " i once went around a few wonderful decent people in central London those ladies of the night although in the daytime when i do my socialising as the night is for dullards asking them what their clients liked
" straight sex dont be daft....nursie costumes... plastic bags over their heads... schoolboy uniforms a bit like that ausie from Ac/DC... but you want straight sex i think its so long since ive had to perform that one ive forgotten..."
And then i have yet to get to how 2020 the first one on rural greensingles find a farmers wife dotcom indeed only one was a self confessed Dominatrix ... who SAID she was above the hysteria but never actually managed the drive in her new car she was bragging about due all the London cash she could bring in now via telecommuting from dumpsville Ross-on-Wye .... which never was the actual countryside but some estate agent conned her it was tranquil enough so she could enjoy her punters screams...
Anyway i never look never dig but assume that my viewership is -1% Bintlish..... all the rest too busy on Only FAns jerking off to videos of others who can afford the BSDM they so require
Unable to even understand simpler desire
MAybe 50% yanks as theyre too thick to ever actually understand nuance and also have all the bots
And one did in the old days (10s) get lots of foreign traffic... so....
But i am a slight poerfectionist strange but true for an ultra simple one...
And if i load something i generally TRY and check its there even if so superfast scattergun some wont have got into these playlists as in each page of links... (more efficient than ridiculous Youtubes make playlist function which takes longer)
and... if there is a bit of music yes you get your 'copyright' gobbledygook notification... and one must generally take care as as we know their ts and cs not even they know what they are before they 'strike' you
BUt expecting as usual yes they are must picking on the poor Ruskies - the ONLY 'territory' they ever ever block anything in....
but better confirm....
and what dyer know what a surprise!... you are a majority of ....
weirdo must-love-to-be-pissed-on
creepy
BSDM...mmmmmm
can-only-get-it-up-being-insulted...
cheap thrill self hating but so useless at your self hate you need to be artfully told why every day.....
i mean even the thickest spastic ever invented has got you on its radar..
The Portuguese expression for something done only for show or to create a false impression of compliance, quality, or progress is "para inglês ver" (or "para inglês ver e português crer"). It translates literally to "for the English to see," originating from 19th-century laws meant to impress British inspecto
well fuck off elsewhere as this is solid all the way through pukka unperverted real...hard...wood
...
irrelevent they think they are but never
even if i need her artistic skills so may have to find a way especially as she correctly says after VERY sincere second sighting, she is an artist who cant create any art
anyway yes so so much more to attempt to put a bit better and now i know you can't affiord pukka BSDM only me i feel sorry for y'all so wont suggest you're even meanies or your paint is flaking off as well as your soul long ago only flaky
all i care is i have done my spring cleaning way way ahead of schedule
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