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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even when you have pages of her glorious words ...fabulous scholarly attempts .....
to change the subject there being only one: why can't she ignore my manipulative jokeysedition ... the ultimate joint enterprise " gaslighting " via her own sword turned on her ...to slice the straps holding up, her fabulous heaving one.....
continues and is FAR more thrilling than a dull brownman spending 3 years from dawn attacking via "half paki" poetry to quote hiswords when he was gaslighting them being only a mere half Punjabber imposter
and anyway 3 years of fozens of the rudest loving text known to humanity all he really wanted to do was get me to reply using " his" n word....
which would gave been a fraudulent identity theft too ...as he isn't
either metaphorically or by skintone
or soul.
just a shabby builder to the slave owning class which so so endure espesh all the sw . errata his SW
rule 2 i always read everything properly eventually
The Bush on the todo list for days..
with a Mong toughlovemessage cycle to be repurposed as actual good example of fine woman.... who can
Now i only put that short title or page search word for future ref as REALITY is i am always full time from 0530 every morn and there is so much shit to come down his brownman (I LOVED especially when i heard THE great song 2020 the year our Lord brought the only last great brown hope... " Mav when i heard our joint dodgy God had hidden this thirty years..
the wordpicture of 'facedown with his head on the plate' its YOU..he had second sight of your beautiful smiley face drunk falling asleep in a plate of his own gastronomic pasties.."
) shitpipe... builder to the richbitches HE doesnt 'bite his teeth' when buildin for down Pasty Land.... he smiles and sucks their....
But revenge would be if only he knew....
One must NOT judge as despite judgin' me many a morn with extremely long texts of sermons from HER 'MOUNT' which i know they are and she knows i know...what a MONS is for.... (heavin')
And i'm sure i have tried the best line on hertoo....
"singin amazin' grace all the way to the Swiss bank..."
But she keeps coming back for more...a year now.....
I mean put it this way, if one lined up every genuine Serbian "warrior" woman (thats a point what happened yesterday Serbia keeps getting in the news - my pathetic small life is so rich too much keeps sneaking along and disturbing my flow and careful chronicling everything..later) and every single one screamed "ne" (you can use nemoj (informal) or nemojte (formal/plural) ... and if she wandered by the glorious South Afrcan (who is worth the effort the EFFORT she goes to sending me longest harassing texts in all her Christendom) chrétienne
if they were read out assuming they can "LISTEN" our recent text duelling they would all throw down their alms in disgust at the pathetic backfiring failed operation to be the most glorious woman ever in history who tries to battle off the advancing army of one...
But is addicted to The Crusade...the only one there ever was.....to the death.... or...
will the Trojan Horse ever get unwrapped as xmas pres i know she... wants....
yesterday 1230 i have solittle battery i still dont know if photos show time and date too.. 3 years on
" only if i can tie you up on it ...and you can DIY if you want to remain his bit on the side... already you are as deathcult erotic than any one ever extant....... "
Righty ho now the ultimate giveaway is to give away danger...
In that evidence and supporting audio recordings ALWAYS protect as mine are so fuckin' obvious how dodgy all the incomers were....especially this crowd, of potential actual murderers (a yoga vegan eatin' deathcult of faceliftees -and their lift was broke many complained at thattoo)...but getting them out is so so time consuming of my only resource, time...to charge.. then charge
all for no charge
using covert voice recordings as prophylactic, and sex aid. REAL BRITOLIN. MY real alive philosophy better than dead alcoholic Alan Watts's. ('duellity' or dualpurpose) REAL eco successful 'actions'.
so yes putting up only PART of stories and all that is dangerous in reality but also the fantasy of any reader here caring and you will assume the worst... so i am self harmin' meeself to bein' prejudiced against as you'll assume the full story when they arent...
hashhtags to put in later payman cult
earhthworm
and a few more...
I was writing the above then ...
i thought i must have crossed her line last one out to her....
but even before 9am her on RB duty.... crusadin' against my seditious words that caught her knicks down as she well knows no matter what 'Peter' may have said millennia ago...to oppress babes like her....
... so so so much more thrilling, her sins continue - two new ones i discovered without a doubt to add to her big ten..
so i am late again in the schedule so many bits to fill in but i have to sit and figure which are here and which of many many more, not...yet
(but of two other subphilosophies one i always forget, the other: what you do NOT see is often far more interesting than what you do.... e.g. when such a 1000+ popular facebook friends bloke kicks the collection bucket in the church even HE was conned into joining as he was never Mister Integrity it seems... ... how come he only has ONE RIP on his Fakebook wall...? i am astonished...i dont understand....)
My own worst ever instance of several years of knowing that that intelligent arthouse movie on THE list...will be only for a moment of total desperation
yestermorn i began to fully write up with research and pics ...
Not that one can ' research' anything i mean as the number one Chret said finishing my sentence " Tonkin" ... nobody even knows if that was the Vietcong or Yanks predicting even... why " even"? Obama, the biggest spender on new military industrials....
And i took my lass to see his black face on every Evening Standard, open on the tube that evening ... a quick dash to a bonfire in some brownerpeeps part of the country...
to see history
But they still cant say decades on if it was the Yanks self harming their own battleship so as to claim Mr and Mrs Winnish false victimhood
For a payout down the line
Anyway i know what prejudice is the real only version there is regardless of a genda...
when one is in the extreme minority of about 3 peeps, over one of my 25 km circle territories who are recognised as someone who will care and step by step attempt real " community" protection of say Titley Pool nature reserve that Horrorfordshire nature " Trust " just strim IN!! Bee season so any lost Londoner wont get hisher wellies wet in the summer if wandering the banks of that ok habitat
and dont care about the megga estate of multiple large SUV owners being dreamed up over the track...
fourt tesco houses ..
i alone got stopped successfully over a decade
as the landowner and her henchman knew full well may be the case... Even if i yold nobody nearby... as they prejudged my walking and ild bicycling habit down his track
as mad ...nobody else LIVING around the land ever got out if their motor
And thus 3 years i lived in fear AND the true hurt of not being able to tell ANYone about the gradual alternative scheme being pimped out way behind the scenes ...not for profit ever
suggest to nice moaning trolls . . my payper neighbours in the cheapseat area . and bourgeois villagers... retired bankers that there is a MUCH more sustainable and Prince Charles compliant possible newspaper headline a few years down the road rather than " ugly development if 40 new Tesco houses opens to . ..one protestor in attendance"
" charles when not shagging the bit on the side in the side alleys of herefordshire in his caravan - fact, [ i have his monogrammed beermug my ex 10yrs back did a shit in it i have that too... a work of art... beermug from man who adopted said caravan a so called
' green' who had the electticcarshowoff concession at Hay festival 15 yrs ago... and then hung himself].. attended the opening today of a new super sustainable development in Titley and its going to be In his next 50 quid coffee table book "
so the poseurs of Presteigne can imply they care...
whist just stabbing the one gren in the area in his back trying to recruit them to do what their badges say...
which was a truly genius plot as one thing is guaranteed: suggest to a few slightly ( pretend) greenish incomers like Shaun the mad bicycling snob.. that that will get headlines never mind tell them its the standard moder ' solution' for decades ... find a compromise - fewer more we eco balanced homes
they will try and recreate a new version of the wheel their way... all hate each other fall out and thr land will not get ' developed'
which i made a call thistersummer to the land agent back In old region ( recorded i dont lie) and heard still not a brick gone down... and anyway only a few granted pp...
i know several want me dead a decade for that...
for not being bourgeois tarts ....
so i know when i am prejudiced
to be cont
so much to do to finish off first draft
and why Winn R... is a victim of sexist bullying next, no skit .
.but when the sun peeps as in now ..
walk!!
no walking boots or gear i see us totally compulsory here
( how curious she didnt gave her own yoga mat.... i hope she liked JP .. im a nasty cunt .. just to attempt REAL belly laughter which is as rare as a happy middle aged 'self realised' woman in these parts..... ohh guess why only DOing stuff for cunts you are prejudice against like the trolls if Titley who one and all are waddlin loonies and their junkie kids.......makes you an itzy bitzy ... bit happy...)
Ahahhh as so often i forgot the punch line of the earlier few paras...
HER FAULT
Not Missblaming some entitled warmnight stalker... as its a free country to stop and stare as long as a nice slimmish one and as long as i cant see the yes...
And what a romantic predawn two atomised soul thing anyway i was midway through getting to the point
free substack made unusually yestereve.. whilst handwashing in the warmth which was just going to be a to-do list to share here but then i rambled on... as i need to get all finished now by boxing day
And the meaning of a "centred" life is to be able to have a lovely late afternoon half hour nap even on a high st even if high but so low in the unfacelifted count its daft and ("as long as i can still do that..") awake second dawn at 5pm in fact cuppa coffee only ever on awaking ... a second new day splendid stuff always works i think only 'centred' peeps know they will always get their nap in even in Hell-on-High which i a weird way i really like...for one day a week maybe two at most ...but it was so close i so nearly gave her my website... so glad i din't.... even if she was worth my time ..its so important to be 99% incognito... they hate thought in true Source places...
ohh yes so i was about to write, i diligently watched Moonlight (2016) when it was released though by that time in fact 15 years refuse to pay ever for any crap films and it was available on some pirate site ...anyway i think you could almost blame it for Trump 1 it was so dire and cloying...
GREAT homo or whatever else art has been around since i was manipulated into being coercively luvvin Frank indeed without one smallest bit of phenotypical constructed gaybone in my bod....even now.. GREATEST ever art gives my bone a twitch ..now still....just lookin' at a true artist
whom in about '74 i was criminally made to sit quite close to as he pumped his stuff just ion front, in the Chelsea theatre... and he never traumatised me...
because you knew genius - the real kind....
Anyway i was just about to jot when disturbed so poetically i mean talk about a paradise region - 50km radius of even the most enthralling, fabulous almost vampire-sexy-witchie warmpredawn watchers...
nothing gets me out of the 'zone' once i start at ten past wakies.... but she did...
So yes to resume before i was so thrillingly coitus interuptus...
So yes i was about to write: I doubt somehow and will eat my £1 charity shop cowboy Toggi necessary for solo man's work in the 'weather' even if lots of the girls have them too, to merely pose in.... if i am wrong, that in 1000 years there will be some historical annal about a song that millions listened to on loop for decades about some bloke called Larry.. written as lost love song ..by say Chiron from Moonlight fame...
And well all the unsayable things that i have a way of the lastish year getting fine even if UKIPPY women - scions of the community.... (even i wouldn't publish the latest Suzi chat where she was very sneery of the trans ... they are SO obsessed with and it really is rather a lot of Reform especially the female contingent.......and by the sound of lastereves so interesting Moral Maze fuck put a bet on... they gonna win!
its it....
and you cannot have it both ways....
It didn't even work for my one god Soccers.... well lets put it this way the problematic woman whipping Dickens or whatever his Missbehaviour was had his Sydney Carton go to the big final stage to kindof prove to his lost true love he was more of a man than Ive ever been or whatever the only great Dickens line is...
i mean basically swapsies..
Whereas we didnt hear of any of Soccers little boys habit...come to his rescue... knock the hemlock out of his hand and say run away with me this is all silly prostratin nonsense... lets go play prostates and forget about all these silly fat other men
I could be wrong of course.. the way the BBC demand on demand, everyone's gay .. as does EVERY middle aged quite senior lanyardist ive known for 15+ years...
bet she wasnt thisterpredawn the way i could feel her piercing gaze through my windscreen ....
And at least 50% of my education which was from 30 years ago the Afternoon Play... has been unlistenable to for 3 or 4 years as it seems compulsory to be gay...
or the various other markers of what ('vulnerability' of course and as a truly dedicated counsellor for virtually free, for a decade of really fucked up the backside state-harmed parents ive never met one.... ) i no longer know...
Anyway we can't talk about any of that.... quite uniquely in the UK...
(ohh yes a FAR more important one of them in the pipeline from yesteraft and he even called me back! The Chret number 1 that is..)
THE moment James 'Fun' proved there is no more 'society'. Define daddy issues - you won't be able to. And why Hay-on-Wye is frankly evil... a long time ago. Ohh yes a NEW WORD we do need as its missin
.. i could write a whole book about... and so want to meet the owner of the left behind girly van i park next to... here..one night a week... at 530 in the warmdark... sat in my reddle van like Digory except very clean .. a solitary warm candle lights up the clearing peeking above the dashbord lighting up warmly thr occupant within bust at his chore this ... a woman comes by and stands only a meter away for some minutes just barely visible silhouetted against or is it ,'by', a distant streetlight .. slim.. 40 ish by her posture and gait ... quietly sentinel or spy . who cares in the predawn warmdark we are all one... but she too shy to make herself or motive known .. but she had some reason to linger ..welcome friendly voyeur that warmdark one ... ]
The Great though rather flawed Mr Hardy would write just like that .. stick in his little snapshot ' interludes'
that made sense later on sadly i doubt she can....
anyway yes sadfact that he virtually disowned his own pretty hood books later on in life ..but then when age 17 whether made to or by some teenage kink he was sat front row seeing an attractive woman in her prime hung to death .. well its going to warp you a bit...for most of life
and i should disown my finger jabbing dawnophone as a fine ascetic thinker turns IFF all apps and all ' auto correct' bimbo enhancements which merely dehance propper poetical wordplay ... but the fucker still auto changes SOME words and and also doesnt red squiggle obviously nonwords like eg dog if misstyping 'dod' it leaves un squiggled
so this will be full of horrid seemingly madperson errors not my fault ...
as a madperson cant even deal with one line of clear english about a return of a very ill free laptop still in warranty for one week longer .. ( ahahh but where from? later ..i earned it bigtime! as the chronicles will prove)
At last even though as a full time vagabond nobody would ever know...
And once lived where the poor vile mummy's boy and well known sisterfucker actually ' romanced' Lady Oxford and her 17 or was it 14 year old daughter at the same time ...
.....according to Fiona's biography of mad bad him.... renowned as the best book that hot to his heart n soul ..
but she didn't even speculate if said Mrs O ...knew....
well ....as there were about 100 slaves in attendance .... and its for sure one if them will have been her private backrubber...and spy...
you cant have it hoth ways ...that nasty Italian habit....
anyway its so sad i cant get to photos of that so romantic place ....
Esther locked away too...making up stories of vandals ..
after i had to sleep traumatised for seven years only 100m from the scene of his dastardly deeds .
and hers
Anyway.... i would bet my £1 Toggi cowboy hat, actually occasionally necessary as a part time Woodlander in most weathers.. that in 1000 years some wikkipedia oops that wont last..if there are jolly good history books not post 'modernised' for girls who weren't daddy'd into truth...
"god" will get a rightful write up along lines of ...
well he was always a bit of a creepy type the peeps never warmed to him entirely... at least he never went and hunted badgers playing with them as they died like his 'honoured' buddy... who never recovered from the addiction of being loveable..... and told so so often.... but then 91 at his Albert Hall ... whilst Serbia is still refining the homoerotic marching song for future titting, after the first tatting genocide of them delightful Croats next door... someone resentfully went into his presence .. and well before the moment of the old girlfriend song came on.... well you knew ... well its simple .. perhaps the other dead darkie part-time junky may have been equal over time ... and theres the other one from private school i have had to cancel as i didn't know he was a total Alistair Crowley first edition obsessive collector. .... and follower
anyway a bit like Antigone the fabulous 1961 film ... a modern upgrade .. that has never been beaten ( The Mong sent it in)... where its about two of em with issues ... and i dont think it was quite as black and white as modern history may now suggest ..
.... old Eric cannot be disentangled from milkin his old girlfriend.... a tad obsessively ....
i wonder what he thinks still playin his hymn to her 50 years on....
oops this is meant to be a a one liner in 1000 years
his swan song and major endless cash cow ... on repeat for decades... known for decades as The pinnacle of his godliness and why he was called ' god'
but you had BE there even if reticently to... hear the lacuna between every sublimest pluckin' .... of the strings...
right "morality" for them lost Hatesiders soon... yes we sll hate the word but sometimes there are no others that will do
( and impossible things to report. 0430 THE truly wise yank wiser than anyone here.. ... and lastereve an extraordinarily interesting Moral one .. but theres a sequence full time i am grand finale-ing.. loads .. already made but needs weaving together...and its BECAUSE of freeloading users voyeurs and general meanies that
i am more energised than ever every morning, always .. even her the one i thought could be trusted....
ohh yes and i think i have a Thomas More thing ..him of Utopia fame which is a very down to earth Universalist book... on religion that even the fat ex punk rocker turned bbc broadcaster turned to ... and it didnt 'save' him.. as you will doon hear by his own voice...from being his own criminal self..)
exclusive
not clickbait or for attention
only as i like real history even if impossible to find in britin books...
largely rit by sugar addicts which science does state many years causes real moodswing
and junkies often do use as last resort 'high' when theyve run out of dope..
and most junkies are very clever not dopes on dope just ..misinformed about one small fact
yestereve at last a worthwhile diversion to forget the dullness of their deathcultplace... the time, all one hour of it flew .. i am the hopeful fool who once did something every single ' activist' said could not be )
Anyway on mornings as perfect as this even if all mine are
or 99% .. the post Charles morning a rare not so....
only the junky will do
And, now Sir, Badger Baiter...oops error... Badger Baiter MBE...says it all .
and cos ( with these glorious multifarious territories)
i can
Wednesday, 26 November 2025
agghhh you take a photo-note ALWAYS in landscape of all you really wish to do, handwrite- but the Gabors and Eckhearts with their fixed view of the person - which is fascist in fact, as all lanyardists became, the really cool sexy ones of course don't have to wear theirs in public... and would be out of business if someone said " my handwriting was pretty crows feel fifteen years ago - pretty nice in 20s up to mid 30s then gradually deteriorated, and i KNEW for a fact that is a sexier 100% sexier fact than old man Gabor still wants to seem aged old man, factual there is no way i shall EVER write nice and sexily ever again ...not possible, until perhaps 3 or 4 years ago it came back and is almost automatic nowadays despite rarely having the time to sit gracefully poised due the RACKET in all public spaces in all The Sw... so ehhh..it was just a PHASE...and the definition of phase like 'mood' is ...they change... put that in your pipe and smoke it you silly man and all your immutables they all make money from...rather han story of impossible real change that can be proven... by thousands of pages of diaries and other stufftoo.... "
Anyway the fuckwittery of the phonetech whatever not only can't pick up my broken PC despite 3 weeks arguing with the AI... its the way the younger so called helpdesk peeps are so personality disordered they can't ;listen to one smallest request thats the answer even if only symptom of just how End Times my age group have been entirely unable to school the next half a generation down on the line....simple clear simple stuff like ...
(thats a whole dull book)
But one 'line' is if my hundreds maybe thousands of readers are too mean to ever even buymeacofee in the f8nds link above im not going to waste my precious time trurning it around to the 'aspect' i took it before putting it here infact what a lovely poetical jab up your doubtess Italian bottoms... metaphore allegory word picture: all you can do is neck crane, so do all youre any good for and swivel on it
how absurd this week has been all has gone to some kind of idealised nearly dream..plan
Even if a few days behind sched..
the warm rain here on sched
just when i need a riverdip...
Gotta smell nice tomorrow... even if its ALL only for YOU meanies...
In fact ideally i would whiff a bit ...
But i don't have to do that act any more...
They cut me off - the world record holder at keeping to Tony's law...
End of all obscure playful refs....soon.
Many a word has about 7 layers of other meaning yet to reveal ..you are merely keeping my notes and will alive
for example you have to look REALLY hard.. really look and listen...
To be told that.... 450 million people, i was going to say minus 70 millionsih on ritolin, 'lite', eg their manic conmsumption of even 100 quid cowboy hats ... or the full whack, they dose with their kids with for 30 years....despite it being un TESTABLE double blind randomised, on children...
you wont have heard that all 449,999,999, sane people - those of the European Union, the one exception being petit man Macaroon.... really did realise a good year ago that Ukraine should just give up the 'fight' thats caused a good load of poor dead silly young men whos mothers were too ignorant to have watched Deerhunter about how the buskets always get used eventually even for ones own brains.... if you go to war... probably a million when they get the buckets over there picking up the bits...
And all those 449,999,999 are ever more bemused as to why the has-been little Shopping Aisle is the ONLYone thats tellin' the corrupt little comedian to keep beggin' for more bombs and tanks to merely prolong... the inevitable next buckets full of more bits...
Really..it's not a joke.
UK alone their cheerleader!
Not even America gives a fuck for some years or ever really....
Maggie was the only one in Berlin Wall down abouttime those extraordinary few weeks afdter Mr and Mrs Romania got what wasnt comming to them but certainly needed shutting up for life...who said "no not yet" i know as a banker client of mine was there...in that room.
Boris the only one.... who even Vladmir told the truth about once ....quite clearly to Tucker - he didnt think just blurted: " the fat pigfucker said 'no' when everyone else was ready to sue for peace after a few months "
ohh yes and Glasto-Emily wanted him all for her own... stupid centre stage of morons cheering at nothin' as they never had brains to fry with their party drugs...so wouldn't know, reality.... just gawp at a TV screen of an uneducated madman who (cant even manage to say " blame our lovely sweet victim blaming - anyone but them....neighbour for selling half their campsites to the yankee missile companies, none of which are aimed at say Lisbon..")
And then doubtless the Britolite complex kept Gaza going to suit themselves in even more expensive suits...
So...any boat person staying here who cannot see that simplest 'pattern', well....
As, if ww3 did break out for the requisite End Times 17 minutes ... there is one thing for certain: no other country could be bothered with the big ones - well very few, France blessem always a tad insecure, too which is what 'gastronomie' causes as a side effect.... so any of the saner others, well, theyre hardly likely to be on the first list...
Even my old schoolfriend Pete the pilot couldnt understand...and he has a lovely daughter too " Pete nobody's going to target say Portugal... as they are too savvy to ever have anything worth 'targetting'..."
And he called himself wise...
full versions soon...
ohh yes the big fat dead guy from the BBC also mustnt forget him ...but i have to FIND the recording from 4ish years ago as theres a sequence....
and WHY Raynor Winn is a REAL 'victim' of heinous sexism... all in the can a week now...but i try for some 'grace'... soon.
And the better Hokum was always the one on the beach
So yes if she - Little Miss 'case study' really reallycould get into i mean deep down dive in ...
A 'road trip' even if twas to get away FROM her....
Even if she is funny when i get onto the subject of the FIRST Bongo Sarah....
Her 30 year best buddie...
Indeed i use Bongo babes as 'archetype'.... for some years.
God this lot here think they matter ....
Nobody does 'cept one..... and all them bongos bashed her once fine original mind in....
But if i could make her live when she only wanted to wilt die, and be done with herself (quite rightly)
Thing is.....
For 100% certain i was goi8ng to splutter and give up and not have my mojo left three years ago...
(especially THAT unheated -15 one)
never mind well before...
hahh hahh its worse than the first edition, Min Kamp.... i read every single one of his infantile neurotic precious 3500 words of Min Kamp....
And i knew before the very first that all it was about was the gushing gussets of Radio 4 wished to have him at THEIR boom mic...
They're too precious to use it for what it was invented for the sound of their own words being a 'vibration'' too...
Never mind every single and plenty married Gweek babes wants one who looks like this worst writer in history ever, ohhyes i forgot ...
Lets start there, soon...
Or in fact now
skip a paragraph
Now i don't know why this has been on my desktop for some months...well i do really this September gazing out it spoiling my view representing the Uttermost Vacuous fantasy one saw everywhere in the most one dimensional place on the planet - literally a cartoon book...errata that would require growing up so as to be able to read them...
skip to here: yes.. the rest from now plus above para was rit yestereve and somehow the imps helped this morn i was thinking of him... so you turn up at SHitcreek (officially - official sewerage spills closing it off a week later but bored nobody to talk with you try and save it for...them.. https://helfordriveraction.blogspot.com/ - meaning you point some locals at a WELL KNOWN tried and true solution to the vile solutions... and suggest " you could do your own...copying what WORKS elsewhere yes i know its work and you will have to put the 11am cans of beer with your kids, drugs and voodoo vomvom ayaerwhoasker bucket long enough to 'WAKE UP' but nobody else cares so you might if we believe your tshirts and bumper stickers..") anyway but number one true vile smell was indeed across the creek just down from the small bridge i would wash under a week or so loitering ... now any sane and grown up- person the first time they ever are on a boat about age 18 for a month with a congenital showoff man who bought his as he had a small dick and needed to compensate - just as with most motors. ...and anyway they transport you back to Narnia or Swallows and Amazons.. if you dont want to grow up.... so a grown up takes NO interest whatsoever in boats or the sea all his life...until her woodbench is spied... long story... anyway marooned up shitcreek without a paddle... one day he the owner of the huge houseboatee thing first berth on the way upcreek from the bridge wanders by for the second time with his dog and is engaged as he smiled a little... " hi ive been noting your big one whist i sit here writing my memoirs the last week [50 yds as the seagul flies overcreek] and doing some photographing emotive things... but i dont know much about anything nautical... like how you power your washing machine [clearly on every other day ] .. how the drains work dont suppose i can have a wee tour one day or just hear abou7t a bit of it mere curiosity......." of course means the next day when he walks his dog next to you he doesnt even acknowledge you exist...Nor his occasionally there bit of fat fluff.... weird world their world: every bumper sticker about 'community' and we are nice jolly seafayrin down to earth peeps.... against the 'state' ... all of that .... and in real life every single one a rude cunt with less manners than his neighbour who clearly was prowling me... and i was pleasant to her all 65ish years so so lonely nearly driven herself mad with her big one too i even said i could help sand it a bit for her .... talk about a rustbucket ...just for company...none of which matters really
All that does.... was yesterday
Plus if case study Suzi whom i tell everything, knew just how ultra always forever young i am and ridiculously healthy despite even her ... could feel could live with me the real fullest version with extremely lovingly-cheeky jokes even about Serbs and HER ex bestie Sarah ... she could live as stupidly long as every day i always feel i am just to bore myself to death....
(rit lastereve)
Righty ho..
if it wasn't that MY bridge over the best of atches, has been literally ramraided by some SWestern child driver and the road closed i wouldn't be here... and nor would this: ...
Now i have many poignant pics. Far too many but they are each for a reason. Thistermorn at LAST 'inspired' by a vanwoman, a grown up non-absurdist, 'howto', next.. though it may take some time....
Anyway that's a really weird majyiik kind of unplanned route.. unbeknownst, the one i needed to be on.
So to think three years ago i was 'inspired' - indeed as if seeing a perfect real artistic performance, at one of these.
Anyway in this lost peninsula of so many ex Priory inhabitants - and they're the safer ones.... build your own. Even more symbolic than a built bed.
Now.. the pics are probably nicer than the whole load of film but this is merely FOR me...
fuck off everyone else to some dull 'vlog' about hairdressing
the ones from a yeaarish ago the very worse some other REAL woman told me...
but dont as her evil twin, him, is ten times worse...
And all the rest have nowt to say either...
except the yank' recently found ....just a BIT of hope even if she's obsessed with her "number twos" so cant be in the same carvan as them ever....
ohh yes today
if Suzi knew...
how the 'road trip' almost NO machinery every day no matter what... has more actual energy than the best ever road trip ditty...
thing is....she wouldn't 'fight' cos she knew i won the battle even with...her......
VIDEOS IN HERE IN A BIT
what i do to get all these free vids up you would never guess...
(nor ANY "safety" equipment ever - thus ones six senses are all alive to every single danger, always, second nature, first, even their second sight one...)
The stupid little thing says, even if i am stupider by not thinking some months bac, turn down the screen brightness even if the little ADHD excuse for capitalist piggery didnt decide two decs ago to standardise ALL key strokes and make it ferkin findable....
Now the inevitably one dimensional browser ear wouldnt even think twice why Laura makes me smile
And i need to find the real life one she loved having her pictook
And one always knew what she thought, as being a FINEST ever country lass and her beauty comming from cutting up 'fallen stock' with her bare hands... her business - way of payin' for all them expensive nags..., but even that's not real beauty, as that ride.... her telling me her truth " i am too selfish to...pod"
is in one of the more well listened to audios of late that i had known.
Indeed all them rather woody kids at her School... they thought they were just watching some rather hairdoey blokes...
If only they had known.
But you never can.
As later on Laura laughed at...herself.... and a new life was indeed borne...
its in the audio! just because i have a deliberately obtuse title doesnt mean there are stories as THE header of this states, are only nice 'smiley' content..
In fact when i told her that " LAura i am putting you in contacts as 'smiley rider'..."
she smiled even brighter between ....every other word a glorious fulsome thoroughbred expletive
And i had only ever thought of her as a dreamy fayre maiden of just MY byway...
(that summer the only one i had a few weeks of real bodily maudlin...'19 but then when you had spent three years meandering, 5000km by old bike only one purpose...to even more sweetly than the sweetest woman in history.... who THAT day: "LAura i am traumatised and havent ridden any nags for a decade as my lases was stolen from hers our Rocky we raised from a nipper..... a decade cloppin alongside her only ever.... the only time ever i joined in with your mad dangerous snobby 'kill-the-plebs' hobby was to ride free in them REAL hills with her and.... i had to google this morning 'how to ride' ...")
Lets put the whatnext as simple as...
Even if i KNOW why to hate all YAnks .... no exceptions especially and even if they live off Mister Muppet it seems....
And hate even more all machinery....
(and of course only Sarah Impalin' knows 'hate' is just a lazy word for anyone who cant be bothered to be a real hater and go to Columbine as a very mixed up yoof... they all are, so you think they'll be nice with 'AI' you're as nuts as those whom think Don was original enough to beat Sarah the 'Impaler in a nasty online shooting match.. as she put hateful shoot-em symbols on her enemy's first in a way he wouldnt dare....)
Now there is one thing worse than all that 'hate' in the whole world, which is a woman having been told - in writing too! she has a vulnerable and really terrified co-rider that glorious morn... (even if only terrified of the fact that the most perfect woman in the whole of Horridshire had been manipulated and coerced into a mornin' out on her nags ..... and terrified a little bit that having forgotten how to ride, she would think one a true retard and thus... the ride may be less interesting than in ones dreams.... )
But twas there in black and white: " ehh look we have bonded over who is deeper in their muckheap for our respective livings by wotsup....pictured up to the armpits.... please really this is serious now i wish to live a little longer now you brought me back to it.... find your smallest and most docile really, im serious now....neighbour..."
Now... there is something only a woman who knows what bein' a woman is for....
DO
Now thats in the chronicles which are already rather woven into the audios
And of course even so called reliable Substack are on drugs in that occasionally i look at THEM 'stats' (how interesting 'muckheap' os a word according to the Oggle red squiggle, 'Substack' isn't.... i mean ...they have Sarah's evil twin 'Bannon' - being those two did have partial brains... they have Zimmerman... but not the only ok place on the internet...i wonder why....
Anyway WHAT a tangent!
just to say that seemingly 'stats' was lying when it said maybe 4 or 5 listens per week for the last few years...
I don't think i pressed some overcomplicate other 'dashboard' item... pondering my future Mondayaft.... (only whist uploading biggies) and the bugger actually says some days 100+ listens which is probably as good as Meghan in truth... yet another with NOTHING to say despite her LA times and NY Times creds...
ANyway ... what they wont say stats or philosophers or 'gurus' especially of anything is that knowing you have only 5 listens a week for your best material is SO life enhancing..i dont know how to put it but its a kind of 'fuckem, despite em, thing and NOT caring at all about failure..."
And its even less good for you discovering there were always many more... (as i discovered 15 years ago but thats a really funny story)
Right quickly before battery goes...
Of course it occured to me well not until now..(in the very last month of the decade quest thats been so much fun but even more truly philosophical old George of Down and Out would be very jealous if there is an 'afterlife' )
Of course: Queen of the gibbers - in other words sick mad Borderline PD people pleasers...in the COUNTRYSIDE where one should be immune to such behaviours, and where the ruined the countryside (As it requires RELIABLE allies helpers etc...and the eco 'movement' ditto... )
The Queen she is in the audio with 'case study' in the title....
Five years ago she said to me " Simon i know i am going to die younger than mee allowance..."
I even had a rare sort of dreamy dozing off vision thing where i saw her looking older and even unhappier in some rich blokes open topped sports car...
And according to 'natural' justice she deserves to Dead Parrot.... except in one category that she reads SOME reasonably good books - literature..or did 20ish years ago and remembers them fairly well....
Thing is.... the second section OF The Chronicles...
Apart from they sure aint gonna have that name... as all pretend bohemians especially from patinated Hatesville Creek... hate any big word bigger than Rush or 'Clash'
Thing is.... and it is NOT 'despite' or to-spite...
THE one person who would just perhaps benefit from the stories, but the daily REALities of the last 5 years especially....almost always fullest mojo and the odd bug enjoyed too..... ..is my worst 'enemy'
So of course she must have them first and even have the second option to make 20% ....
I know theyre good and i struggled with every dull poptart word of
Even if she's rather lost it, too.... thing is is do read MY inbound messages occasionally.
(but this is never a story or ten of 'social' media or anything to do with any phone... and i am about to face to face do the real dirty dance.. so so hippotoo)
So efficiency, unfortunately THE word - even if far too dull for the saccharine tv addicted 'girl next door'.
But it is a real word of meat and two veg.
When every day you need to hedge:
no bet, merely onward anti-christian soldiering on
despite them.
Whom are of not one thirsty camel desperate for a needle-eye to pop through, bit of interest to me.
But even HE !
Went godsquad
(this is one of the great untold REAL stories of The MArches
ohh a day like today is only a Suzi day...
even if merely aide memoire:
a find the many pictures of so called women on the beach, midsummer - errs...
the one of seaweed sarnies and naked boobies
actually fully neck to ankle showin off their Victorian
gownies...
I really did think i had died and gone to an even deeper level of hell on earth
But as long as one manages the two pmish nap
like sane Europeans who largely and sanely go to the beach virtually unclad
as beaches were grand designed for prior to what? takin' over?
ohh yes.... all that self obsession about the SMALL things when generation Z's parents went and forgot to educate them that you don't go 'inside' and get all neurotic about the big hole in the sky or all the Axolotls dyin' of prozac piss too
ahhaahh i see she's shy - so childish!
i was wrong of course .. though i really thought a reader understood how to grow up.
...anyway young women fully gowned up as if it was the Victorian age.... quite astonishing. And they aren't the dinosaur headdress ones either.. this is Deb and her mates.
(this is not a joke nor skit nor anything but real Montaigne comes back from the dead)
ohh yes item 2 to remember to share the actual Hokum, Suzi one with the only one just possibly may learn from it
Efficiency is every singe second of a day must be used wisely and especially in winter times planned well ahead; for every footstep has a consequence. Each one wastes my time and energy and calories. As i need nothing nor to be anywhere.
Every smallest shuffle for years, on behalf of others...
Anyway that's one story soon to be told fully but far more interesting is how the endless quest for efficiency - long required even in Barbie times, 'twas necessary whilst GATHERER-(occasionally)-huntin'...
Especially in real rural fringe places,
with no vile Southern lanyardist cash infecting sloppily 'swabbed' wounds made by nurses on drugs..
necessary to: have allies, never mind clear communicatorexes.. even if naggin' " don't use more crockery of forks than EXPLICITLY necessary as its a waste of time and causes more washin' up than the BARE essentials for life [which is actually about zero washing actually required]... and don't wear your glasses outdoors as your eyes are still growing and maybe they may auto-compensate for your foureyedness..AND its a fuck of a long way, about five million years indeed to go to the optician if they get broken so only use them if REALLY necessary...and as for that silly woman wearing sunglasses at dawn....and someone wrote a GREAT essay on sunshine even if it was donated to an impostor....about how the latest science is that all sunglasses indeed have unhuman negative effects were only just beginning to understand are ALWAYS negative...and while we're at it communicate EFFICIENTLY to those redneck numskulls in the cave next door that NO matter what you feel or think...if we go out in a pack foraging WITH the pram at exactly 10.00 and share our tools and minimal resources...us country folk will indeed thrive better or just manage to not forget our workgloves if one of ems got a bit precious hands and needs to waste time losing them... unless there are real vipers around to addtoerr' inability to plan for all events and waste more time looking for the sticking plaster box..."
The efficiency quotient here has reached new levels... ( necessary because of that one of course).. who couldnt take it in that in civilian life, without stolen wages based on ripping off the txpayer rather than ones rainbow lanyard and saying years ago " i will expose this inhumanity" , or lunch... us normal people have to make use of every second... thats how we always sleep well.
(good! loony in ...just to remind me theres something far more fun to do than bother charging up...even if amortised: and efficiently as good as for free)
him, soon.... "ohh but they're a special brand i checked on ebay"
which NOW is so so so poignant!
As i didn't know.
I say here yesteraft and began the real memoir with the nasty bits included...
Especially on why RAynor Winn was the vulnerable victim of a nasty sexist journalist AND a far far worse example of non fiction 'con' which no clevercloggs Chloe would dare 'expose'
Knowing FULL well he will sue - NArniacs even ones that many years were toughguy punk singers turned the worst ever BBC broadcasting liar dont know what 'free speech' means especially when i have several audios of his....the real man behind the blubber... being REALLY nasty...in the far far more real Narnia on a bad mushroom trip, than this duff chimera of a county... .. ( great for publicity - all lawfayre... when you KNOW exactly how you wish to spend every second of the rest of life and never before really wishing money to do just that .... it's time... time...
and.... well some dead should be spoke of Zarathrustian like.... now what do i do! ? ! )
This will not even be ready the full sequence til a few days of time have kairos-passed..
so come back
it starts in the main hunting ground oops nothing to hunt here but Mutton...
Yes starts the day before - that was the name my nicker one... it came back i forgot it yesteraft - the 'magyyiicc' of just getting to the keyboard blank slate and letting the goddesses tease... (that anyone may read anything even if only one reader was ever wanted as per last audio substack that's a point some others missing lets try and fix today maybe)
lots more to insert in this playful playlist sequence some from long ago - all i care about is thrift, and WHY you need to be it
* seems that one didnt happen either probably it got it's wires crossed in their 'chem trails'
Actually raised in the place of all them Rhiannons.. their home patch .... (even if Nan's buddy-one, sidekick, so prim and ... not quite her rosey-cheeked bestie friend... but she knew she had the REAL power.... was a real one, too)
So that summer...
(definitely THE END meeting one popped out then with that name, too.... thank god i didn't weaken though...as i nearly did.. anyway wrong day for free croissants)
All those pathetic homos with their New Roses and Clashing titans of so called new grumpy music..
Stevie was there all along - being a REAL one...all the way.
But never had a hope of gettin' her cute little nose in where t'was required: "maybe i made a mistake.... all that PR for non existent old Welsh witchies.... [sadly as i would have liked to have known a REAL one only ever once meeting a parasite holding coven tea-parties.... and not signing up as too cowardly to go all the way...and be of the club she created merely...to use] almost as evil as making up anything 'celtish' when any celt with a good mind fucked off to Brittany or some other so called celtic place and got MONGin' ...so as to outbreed all the inbred bullneck bigotree... "
that later on especially NOW they still attempt to..
turn into a money tree
their pathetic Telletubine insanity
merely for tourists, incomers with nothing REAL to note...
and as i put in to her the so called woman of the book, my note...
pinpointed why in fact even if she brought to us real expressive punks
maybe she's not so innocent after all...
As it did utterly destroy the environmental movement
the real genius at least tried to sum up in real art...
"Naturträne" translates to "natural tear" or "nature's tear" from German. The term is often used in the context of music, such as the song "Naturträne" by Nina Hagen, which describes feelings of sadness and being overwhelmed by the beauty of nature
still work to do i need to go back and get the real intellectual feel of their finest word...
there bein' no point communicatin' to modern day Krauts doubtless so polluted by their own back home version of "the division" which as a Kraut luvva i know doesnt exist there either...
Theyve no manners nor humanity...
But the key to humanity is nevertheless pass on the GOOD information....
In spite
Not 'in' spite....but despiteenhaffen their Source-ruined wonky bonce of only inconsistency
free really really deep and complex Substack audio but really this is out of sequence in that at least a week to find accompanying fun bits or he may sue
VIDEO also to start this one this week all made unplanned yesteaft
come back in a few days (now i see the substack traffic returning my only wish is to be MORE boring than Brett Weinstein.. and provide a sleep aide..)
Ralph why part 2 i think, i forget the sequence i have so much fun strippin' the onion skin layers right down to the heart if onions have them? shownotes: link below *
the sadness of "immorality" being too hard a word for Gweek. And a great example of where it's useful no fuckin "human" could deny... .
like this beautiful one for example
How to write.
why nobody ever ever does ANYthing...cos you need a backstop.
OH YES ...why Christians - every one i have ever known, even my one still best buddy, are so 'evil' it's daft.... even if 'evil' is just a word for children to use in cartoons, who never grew up...
* = the sequence my my SO much to add in as evidence and all that none of which really matters as two birds know i dont lie...ever - even if it may well have snagged their parsons nose as they STILL must clamber up onto the barbed wire to show off and chirp from afar, i set up around the bullshit they are still addicted to.. but i tend to win battles of the heart - for the hearts they need to one day succor and maybe even educate, too.... but fuck it takes forever!
Anyway yes ehhh....
I have a superb memory but even awaking 0430 "drat not quite the ideal eight"... within 5 mins as always " nope glad of this time on the rainy days lets try and get the real deeper dive useful stuff down... " and its amazing it FEELS nice it feels so lovely .... and the flow is ready because you would have no idea the effort made to have a laptop ready with SOME battery left for the only time i function: morning...
(as per that audio if i recall,... ohh no wrong its the private audio also that i had to make... as for her own sake she needs to have the arrow stuck up where doubtless she may like it ...but the sharp end first...not the tickly bits... and... drum roll, like BIG drum roll: I have THE most superb example of perfect modern enlightened woman, to share with her.... who i KNEW would not even answer the thing the big one 3 weeks ago..... it's impossible.... especially when one j'accuses like a loving father she never had: " ehh luv... i have to change my mind i am not sure you are FIT to have that bun in the oven despite me spending over three years supplying you with every conceivable turkey baster tip.. every single 'get doggin' if he can't' actual daddy tip any lovin' father not lost to losing Islam, would have the clearsightedness to scream.... cheerleading real life bit of becoming a real human as only us childBORNE can ever know.... ANYTHING luv... ['tick tock body clock' chanted daily... even more evil in tone that Mister Clockwork Orange....]... ... " which could not POSSIBLY work..... not now be repurposed to pass on to the next generation.... as i have been doin' since way before dawn.... so as usual a lost up-n-downer has used up my battery.... but then when one is truly happy true genius of the atches...which has water which signal which is the quietest which way to park for shelter blahh blahh plus which has free croissants nearby.... .. yes as stated somewhere what a perfect 'home' - i have never felt the slightest bit thrilled by any home region for 30 years...... even if i need to be somewhere else and that's a new thing too.... )
REFERENCES TO BE LISTED HERE SOON and SOME hasthags put in if i remember them ugly things
And i lied about ONE thing, only " no more content.." another loadsa gigs to do...from all weekend
Even if the only one not really caught with her knicks...down
Ahahh only Stevie will do today.
Thistermorn from way before your pathetic dawn
And the pathetic so called HIStorians of even the rather useful 'punk' movement never credited err where credit's due
As undoubtedly THE first..
(And i went to see the rather showoff flyboys Them New York Dolls when they came to YUK 1980ish...Eric's in evilcity..i mean Hatseville-on-Shitcreek think they are so original with their statement hats...
this tawat Mister Johansen, wasted at least a quid or two on my hard earned cash back then poseurin' on stage in one of his feyboy silly hats callin emselves punk... when all they were were worse Nancies than the so called men of said places..)
(we haven't even began on THEM...)
Anyway all that fey Joan B .. there was only ever ONE great teacher-educatrix...
And actually great performance artist..
I mean that fat Serbone what a conjob...
Invented nothing..
whereas Stevie invented being a real punk when them Dolls just bimbo impostors....
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