Now...all i care about is equality...

 especially when it comes to the 'story'....

And even if i don't care about those not of my own identity...

Us actual real minority.

Those whom don't have that 'Catholic' thinker's inner setting of i want what you HAVE (ref a few days ago) 

And also who read Eric's magnificent book, just the title all you ever needed..... all you needed to know To Have or to BE...

like when i was about bloody twenty three

I do know that there is a mass brainwashing. 

Especially evident in places where one needed real identity: we are all innit together;

tree fallen, pigs out...

muck in!

muster in a team no matter what you 'feel'

about your neighbour's nonsense the night before.

Or what every younger female out on a walk seems to know

in these Southern lands:

that some other person male incoming, is guaranteed to be Misscreant

Now funny thing is if one wants to get all equality of story

Surely The First...

(now i have a fabulous chronicle of many a hillside chat with many from the other sex ALL of whom when poised a question: " so would you prefer to work in an office of fellow females, or us  guaranteed abusin' dodgy pervminded lot....which would you chose prey tell?"

Every single one, their expression told their truth: " ...***. " what do you think? answers on a postcard. Even if i never read any comments as theyre all by those too mean to put their money where their fingers are never mind i know i am right i dont have NPD and require someone else to agree...)

Anyway so ehhh  i know the data and stats .. about 1:4 and even 0.0001 of those 4 is evil or missguided to say the least, but number one, well she did literally torture her own cousin in her Tower for 19 years and then  get her serfs to bucket of bathwater away all the blood after a de-heading... possibly just copycatting Henry the  worse a few generations before.... who knows.

But one thing for sure it wasn't for which denominational cause and effect, it was merely the denomination of the times as was and will be forever,  the bling.... 

i just wish that some moron hadnt removed the ONLY good thing online which was a Gollum thing doing a skitty '"preshuss" thing 

over his bling.

had many million views...  numvber one rule in the new kingdom is dont take down good stuff its selfish and a bit weird like Gregory of Shantaram.... even if his appalling book, their 'bible' even Agent Z's... is so nasty about junkies he caused to be junkies through the back door....

Defo NPD when a writer makes and also millions of social media impressions worldwide and then tells the world 'delete' them all and me...

A perfect example of HAtesvilleism.... they put their table out only until.... ?? i dont quite know what but ... until they're rumbled? or what...but they never say so they never use their own awry journey as fable to others they merely run away ...not crying as tears are healing too...

especially when the tearfulness is over just how Missguided one innocently became....

Like EVERY single illish person i knew of many  whom allowed the witch doctors in, their front door ...all so sweet and healery and all that reikii.... 

so so clever " well... [£30,k later] ...i still don't really know if some of her treatment may have worked.....  some of what she would guide me around was seemingly sane and good advice..." 

blessem one wouldnt want to break their heartstrings which tied tight the treasure chest " and has been known about for free, for ever.."

Anyway the faery tale is particularly evident in the real rural lands.... if one can sto long enough somewhere to collect together many  perfect examples of, how the ladies of the land are just as unable to actually listen to sense (" you will lose FAR less to the lawyers hovering you now if the two of you put BEHIND you your feelings... and compromise on the settlement.." just astonishing how in fact one sex could never ever ever back down ever and the amount of formerly family farms around Horrorfordhsire the lawyers got all of....is the real 'equal' story of the land ... ) 

Anyway all i care about is despite every gibber and tragic aloner  i have an even better memory than ever and i remember that near enough a year ago in here i 'lost' a new word came to me whilst as usual speedtyping  one predawn on a windy cliff... and partly finished 'posts' from even three years ago....

One totally unfinished but i put up part 2 of the wonky Serb's  weirdo wedding scene jst a few days ago... but don't know if i should change it from 'unlisted' to public i just dont know but i know every single realisation over a dull but the most thrilling ever endless decade of fun... rain or shine... came to be true... 

Anyway SO much here is only part written such as Miss Ohhh Jenny ... or in fact Chloe..

Now there is a pattern:  i care about only in-context, fullfrontal, journalism..balanced... in the round.... . and dont care about exact data when it comes to whom Chloe had around to tea whist focusing on ONLY a woman she wanted to impale on her pen when Marchant and others FAR worse examples of truly hateful books (and io knew some of them..) 

so on a  sort of silly 'recue mission LASTERWINTER TO KEEP MYSELF COMPANY IN LONG LOVELY NIGHTS OF NINE HOURS 

OOPS ACC CAP NO BATTERY LEAVE

https://www.tortoisemedia.com/listen/dangerous-memories

and the REAl problem is this awful new book on 'wintering'  - i listened to excerpts all the same women always " ohh we are so in tune with nature and need wintyers to plenish we are ENTITLED to them..and then will have natural zen so we dont need as much pollyfilla round the eyes either..."

wrong

the EXACT opposite and i am expert at dozens of very very long lonely winters middle of nowhere nobody to show off my lovely new 'Wintering' coffee table book to...

its the EXACT opposite - meaning, summer any rural peeps who doesnt even own bedroom curtains and body clock set to awake at 0530 regardless ...you sleep a bit less... autumn is lovely even if i only like 50 degrees of raghead sunshine with out even a sunhat at midday

because some nights you end up "plenishing" - forgive the artlessness i have SO many photographed posters about abundant plenishhation  and even more baby words (at £75 per 3 hrs donation suggested") in fact theres a pattern: around the heel and toe its far more total spiritual in your face spasticity  and brighter not quite as Central London production standards..as one moved North the production gets far more, Asma's PR agency standard... very very posh.

with concomitant hikes in the price of...fish

(ing for your purse especially if its real leather...)

I have  20+ years only one rule in writing, as any judge knew ..if one uses the word 'concomitant' it means i will eat your fuckin wig as roughage,  AFTER eatin your balls in public and spitting them out as sour and inedible... even if you were the last sweetmeat available on the planet.

And being they were a bit noble-men each did defer to that correct meaning quite respectfully infact....

Anyway...ehhh....  so much to finish off, such as get her sacked, as i got Hedley (number 3 judge in the whole UK civil system and BBCs fave and earmarked for top Honour) sacked...quietly..in 2006 or 7ish after he met me and made a mistake...

The pattern....

where is it? a brief blast of sunshine every ray must be used two per vancab warming up for free...

so i cant see if i already put this up here

https://www.tortoisemedia.com/listen/dangerous-memories

so yes wishing to complile a whole large page about fake shaman and how no Jenny Come Lately Former Sov could even slightly compete with a forerunner GENIUS  embezzler...i mean its funny all those ex Cheltenham Ladies mummy fucked em up so there she is  screwin' em with such genious for many thousands...

i forget her name its in the mugshot files of some gaol....

its a piece of gorgeous storytellin...

could be about half the incame to The MArches from about 2010 .. especially that one in Clun but theyre far far cleverer and will never be caught even if they certainly did abuse nastily my kindof little friend the poor woman victim Pippa..(photod here 2 ish years ago)

Thing is..... ok i know every single bored female who left some suburb is on a 'journey' of 'self realisation'  - even Charlotte Church in her thing earlier this year god how we laughed !!

mad emoney with crap music bought a house near my 25 year back stompin ground cos no HAy loons ever went to Rhayader... so theyre cheaper and turns herself into eco Messiah...

i dont believe a word, never did never will as its all about bumpin up their property prices...

until it all crumbles ..

anyway...  Tortoise Media bought The Observer i believe.... i believe Chloe worked for them though can't be bothered to google again... 

Now... DAngerous Memories even if it has been surpassed by every much cleverer snake oil vendress (ok Holford and a few other blokes STARTED it  - many essays on that in drafts from 2 years ago! )  but en masse they came to emulate PAul...by HAy he starting it there mister 'sound healing' con artist ...  dressed up in a kaftan to hide his credit card machione constant company...and of course the puritain veneer of 'organic' ...veg....

grown ups like me ate for breakfast 50 years ago, with Ralph the First a pure pacifist beautiful mind and true yokel 

Thing is its interesting how the Miss Oh Jenny pass me The Observer and kick The Tortoise out the way all our 'slow food' slow ' everything' thats fashionable in inner circles ... a total lie as its the speed of the walking round here that defies all sense... they may as well be in the gym on drugs back in some city,  no time to stare...chat...lope...ponder... just BE...

ohh god near forgot the nontengential point ehhh.... 

may have to add a ps later (i often do so my sick lost speedfans who come here instantly i post may have to return too) 

Anyway yes.... The Tortoises... now any sane person who knows THE BODY and MIND indivisable... and has known a few 'osteopaths' knows a con when they see one or hear him...

There being very very rarely any specific technique to fix a bit and all those poor rich ladies who swear by theirs...well at least my once first wise goddess {even if the bling felled hertoo]  swore AT hers...a famous one father of her kids...Kashoggi's as it happens...

Now i am not interested in writing any essay here about the true healing: battle on no matter what

ohh yes its come back - and this is ALL i care to leave behind if only one thing as i knew a decade ago...  'wintering'

the latest ruse to RESERVE THE RIGHT....via the rights of some wankbook.... to one day pack her bags and go and live in The BAhamas when her royalties dry up...and the love they all so crave as mummy was a tad craven...

we have known forever that the winter is a good time to hibernate a bit... go WITH the natural flow of nature...

but then guess what after your smuggit phase has finished if you are areal narture-flower about 3 or 4 weeks, WHEN you are plensihed with more sleep and dozy times..
(and its often a bit too windy to enjoy 50km a week or afternoons dozing on the beach) . 

THAT  is when you sharpen your spear and find a victim to go and hunt...

THAT is what a bit of plenishywintering is FOR....

(i do have a recording that goes with this of the worst pious bullshit ever in the history of these fake goddesses Richard MAuybe having got a bit too wrinkled to pimp with his part crap)

recharge a bit after more energetic summers, and then grow up and take on the local polluter/ fake religious cult that has 11 billion up from 6 in 2019 and homelessness up 10% in the last year about in harmony with...

having 'wintering'ly plenished a BIT...you are ready for seditious battlin' 

bit of course can't find allies as theyre all frantically trying to find the last copy of her 'Wintering' nonsense that we all know was part sense centuries ago and like swimming in rivers i was when i woz 10 ... we didnt need to call it 'wild' anything..its just fuckin swimming...all these tragically bored women now colonise this colon ready crap..

As they darent DO anything with their 'wintered' plenishment like fight the landlady who is ripping off the council by renting out 'eco' retreats to poor women stuck on the dole as theyre far far too good for partners.... without even a pee bucket at £100 a week... 600 for the yurt ...

they wouldnt dare rip off so if a couple applied....

 sharpening up midwinter spears for hunting   causes.... even if ive finished forever as the last one was the usual personality disorder...

and her bees ...errata beloved dogs.... will forever be poisoned as i was quite prepared to be cheerleader for fun  as wintering witha  REAL cause actually makes you live longer 

Anyway yes where was i ...Tortoise

This needs an elegant few paras, but its worth listening to a for shamania embexzzlemania thats more old hat  - expensive 'cowboy'! than a holey nanaboatee...

but its the way Alexei (i remember ALL my previous refs many are merely quickest aide memoire for my todolist i never need as i care) or is it Guy or whoever narrated...and wrote...

the way they ONLY go for her.... 

like visciously as is appropriate although as weve known about snakey charmers forever it needs far more lampooning jokes....spomeone please tell these under 40s thats the REAL joke 99% of their issues politically are so old hat its daft RAchel CArson wrote about xenobiotics - likely more serious than one of many 'pollutant's co2,  in nineteen sixty two...

so yes her.... and him he is a HAMPSTEAD 'Chiropractor'  like not some EAst End voodoo charm salesman even if the same outcome... (and chopping wood, when your back is KILLING you...and mind bodily getting on with it as you have no choice... my 2006 discovery.. works and is free and does SOMEONE ELSE some good too....between the odd moan)

so in this absurdist Aisle 'chriporacters' well there was a famous one once connected to a real lovely real-sling hooker MAndy Rice dont think it ended well for him...

(i do have local pictures to go with this but later)

even if you are mad to use one  its also mad to think that among rich communities of stupid arrogant old witches they arent venerated...

So Mister C .. that Tortoise often used for story of his FRIEND just how and why was she so wonky....

the whole thing often has input from  him as her main local personal sort of friend...and he is called upon to theorise why she was so wonky blahh di blahh...

Biut he is never asked by anybody: " so you kindof always knew something fishy was afoot and over the years one fiscal black hole after another theres you a respected member of the voodoo elite who think your voodoo is indeed godliness.... but why did you not DO anything.....  help the many women she your buddy was embezzling.... defrauding stealing from...hurting even if it serves em right....  why not one useful word from you...could have at least stopped some of this... ?"

quite astonishing really defo pattern at the Chloe Times..

i see they are planning to capitalise upon even further with a  roadshow about all the crimes of the poor woman...

But when you've got them hook liner and sinker .... nobody ever dares join in wintering fun....

which is actually what GETS you through the winter and makes you live longer....and healthier and mojo-enhances no cash required

just a bit of a scrap now and then...because you can

The Garden of Remembrance....

 

now there is NOTHING more dull than polemic, and all Greens fail to remember my quite good line used for a decade " piety and earnestness, sorry, doesn't work..."

in that only juicy Voltairean nuttiness, Candida stuff (ohh i must to that story soon!..farmer Helen's [2 of 2]  truly evil seditious and extremely rude fanny-focused line,  when she knew full well i was going berserk walking alongside her in the hills in the glorious year of Lord how did this glory happen, me in the hills walking alongside the sexiest farmer of them all, and her lass nag-outfront, and the last thing i wanted to be reminded of was fannies she goes and directs a mad Missprint towards...."maybe it is a scratch and sniff book" only a truly secure country lass can be quite as vicious icebreaker with a  glorious gilded sledgehammer, to crack my nuts )  

to reprise but it matters!

Now even if  one passed on five plus decades of  what it means to be "human" up in hilly or very very aside places, the sweet way... in so many free one-to-one workshops over a  decade , aside in them hills or occasionally on The PAth of embezzlerSSSS ..... (" but dont fuck with me ive walked The Bowery drunk at midnight in the mid 80s when it was dangerous to even get off a few stops before it..lived a bit in Paree... even Belgrade when the bovva boys every one styled on Rambo, owned all the passin splendid totty..... never mind been for six months one of only five whiteys on a very poor blackpeep island.. who would be remarkably cheeky in a rather personal way at the local supermarket checkout.... and thus have learned never to react and just be..unseen... always") .. they wont remeber:

" the point of your intagraammed holiday  you pretend is a long neon clad slog for weeks around some silly Track .... a pilgremage or bucket list item.... infact just an adventure playbook load of plastic toys ..and clothes...... every day exactly to the schedule your step countin' device dictates...is that one may ponder WHAT 'change' you seek....  in the 'environment' you  go and seek it in..... on your Southern dosh ..."

there's no point saying that those fairly content living aside, especially born 'n bred there... not here  - or not often here [this whole PP], except so far one, her....to my absolute shock 'n horror as if saudade had gone and tattooed itself upon her forrid in ink that doesn't poison you drip by drip, from within...especially under the armpits... 

 but real aside where there's far fewer peeps.... is to remember the  conversation one had upon last encounter and  take it forward a tad.... 

never mind fuck me i had forgotten what that FEELS like so lovely 

the impossibility of anyone else (except her, once, remembering what was in an earlier conversation..)

So yes her woodland will be the Garden of Remembrance...in my mental map of my territory i dont need as i merely meander ..mainly, randomly... 

But that's another book, all of it.

One day maybe.

But even if i know all is connected  - the inability to remember or want to remember i guess which is what Miss Anne Thrope eats for breakfast with her goji berries, and Neals YArd yoghurt - as it was obvious 2 decades ago this aint gonna end well as the aforementioned are so expensive theyve no time to recall anything so busy hamsterwheelin' around to get/steal the dosh  to pay for the next new ...thing....

So i'm never bitter but to meet a fine open and funny man, in her Garden of remembrance and pass the time  discussing his daylight robbery vet bills for a monthly injection, [telling him or having the bravery as you canty tell farmers you know better: " ehh the science now knows better, arthritis held at bay by UV AND IR - ONLY UV and IR  give the synovial fluid its superpower evolved job its been doing forever, to munch at Arthur itis.... whicjh ONLY works - is triggered, by being in loads of the aforementioned.." ... donno about your mutt.. but no vet will tell you that.." magnificent man states " yes..i know that too"  and ex hillfarmers even if run out of town... dont lie.

....  such a beefy smokin walking man looking very good for his age.....to champion. Is even better.

Anyway i am only that the hillperson ...JOBS...efficiency 
when many years - maybe 1/4 of my life from age 11, tough jobs in precarious places where nobody will hear you scream if you chop your own finger off accidentally 

one does the odd job but it has to be perfect  - not only ones saftety without a compulsory chansaw cert 

or stupid steeltocapped boots when pumps and dirt

give you feel, and THE DANCE

so as to always be operant

in the field of "time and motion"

is the only way the pigsty gets fixed all alone when even its owner

braggs of her cred

but cant even manage to nail back the roof shelter for her 'beloved' Fakebooked such "high welfare", beasties 

(the real 'case study' to start with, soon) 

Anyway for a 100% pukka TIME AND MOTION, dancin, workperson  - necessary to flow from one bough with saw or billhook

cos the faery goddaughters bought the land dont give a fuck

even about simplest work-'man management' - which means dont nag

unless its part of a joke

I know what the 'flow' is for - have fifty years. To get through the varied jobs with minimum timewaste  per motion...

But even if i hate to admit it, i have an 'eye' 

All my life, for the image that perhaps sums things up

If i could be bothered or had the efficiency of a dektop and predawn socket well i would crop it

the moment i look in side their soul...selling

the same old ... well its just bragging

One day i shall get to my so many real photos of real realism...

and nature.

A series yesteraft of the true beauty of nature LEFT THE FUCK ALONE

this one does need some looking in the other camera store for the video version

which takes time 

and i got millions of these in fact for several years, but ONLY at dawn i have loads of little new dawn clips 

but theyre far more time consuming to work through for anything that DOES need to be censored, though are all universal of this moment now and tomorrow..

just art. 

 

 this one few days ago all that matters is 30-50km a week .... not vg, but some far more Sublime and evocative ones to come soon

But then there's the REAL countryside art...i have a photographic social history, of every 'gib' for 20 years.... poignantly pictured.

Things like how the ..'promises' or verbal contracts are never ever fulfilled .....imagery that says something about this endless Miss Anne stuff...

and inability to know the RULES of how their own land was tended and groomed...for centuries.

in pictures that tell a story ...even if obliquely, just a few verses accompanying, will change...

indeed cause the opposite effect,

 20 years intended.

...ohh lets give her another week....  

soon.

so, the gorgeous word, kairos

 ..i was nearly ready lastereve....

There can be no more truly 'romantic'  - in the far larger sense of that word,

as i tried to explain The Sublime to the most fancy artistes the other eve,

an encounter than in a darkened inner sanctum, her shufflin' around

rather bugging me. 

But i decided to just pass the time

(a chargin' as usual)

And within about ten minutes i had teased out her 

truth 

" well.... it was written by blokes of course its sexist, as you say eleven bil in the bank,  pigtrough...."

"so i heard the other day some poncy bish or the like talking possible 'schism'.. prey give me your thoughts"

" .... ask me.... and there bloodywell needs to be one..."

But what a true scholar as we spoke of " 1976 Kabul, Tehran they could flounce around showing their knees... and a mere fluke that the wonkiest nutjob, a choice of all sorts of moderates, but almost by random hat naming, top fruitbat  got into power 79...  but sadly nobody says ....  well ..i have loved two Palestinians, my lass only exists because of a third even if magnificent mong, part Pally part Brit... meandered their so called holy lands... from young.... took my lass age three around deserted N Africa a month after their Twin Towers..just me lass her £20 mothercare little fold up pram.... my rucksack.... and every single one ..in fact my poor lass  would often intimate as we are pramming down some dusty deserted  prom ' dad i just CANNOT take it any more these blokes endlessly harassing me with endless kisses and sweeties!  please can i have one of them hideaway headdress things the other girls have here!!'   just for BEing there about the only whiteys in their country all the rest in all the world  sat at home on their stupid phones with the so called news, even if they didnt exist yet,...all assuming instant headchoppin..... if one gets a very very cheap few weeks in the N. African early winter sun way off the beaten track even if a detour to the beaten tyrack the massive tourist hotels of Coastal Tunisia a total emptied Wasteland utterly unique experience to be in massive swimpools all blings and the only ones innit.........  best holiday i have ever had in my life the true joy in the eyes of the mums in the dusty early evening little bars like that village around then deserted El Djem,  figuring what the fuckin' Allah just wandered into their desrted bankrupt barcafe and instantly realising ...well...  even if they knew they could get a pile of gold for her on the international market -  she so absurdly happy to meet endless raghead mammas every one so smiley attentive one knew one was in the safest 'community' in the whole world there and then....    i know them Arabs...  but the thing is nobody will ever say ... my ohh my I am quite sure even in most of Gaza which isnt there any more .. well watch the film The MAyor.... the bling in a town the size of Horrorford indeed that county kindof officially rich even if they hide it away in them Channel Aisles or expensive real estate church aisles....  their county council offices about ten times more leather sofa palatial than the torn and mouldy even of Horrorford [which should be renamed infectedby-and-downstream-of-Hay's-prozac-piss]  ... the one thing they never ever tell you about yes i am quite sure even Gaza in need of solidarity aid..  coffins ... you dont get invited in for a coffee if the fancy sofa just got blown up too..... as they 'identify' themselves far more by the fancy furniture than anything else.... indeed they have just as much Bovarian cancer there maybe even more than the so called West, as there simply is NO counter cultural argument or philosophy....total one hundred percent bourgeois blingy hegemony...and that's deep down what all thats really been about... Mammon.... "

Now if one is rather seethrough all the tricks of Southerner word and smile... there is action:

 the old watchwoman  shufflin' just wants to shuffle off and back to her tv or whatever brain rot the ones with trophy dogs dont have to rot their brains...(in that caring for malnutrited kids especially if YUK partly to blame when no other EU countries are, requires a brain; caring for a dumb animal even if i've lovingly had a zoo for my own lass, takes nothing but Teletubby smiles... and silly gurgling noises...they cant even understand)... so she shuffles to come closer and sits upon the pewback.... and we communicate. Pure equals. One cause....  as always, only. the cant and vanity.

How to overthrow the fuckers whom ... her cause.......  except of course i cannot  have any input, especially as i couldnt give a fig 

But there is NOTHING more fun than a woman with a backbone, and a bit of a grudge....and more important an actually great ordinary mind as none of the above is rocket science    who wants to shove in a few barrels of her own rocketfuel too.... 

So nearly "hmm i need to have round two with her.."

But nope twasnt yet the perfect moment. And caring about which sky faery has the biggest wate of hot air on ..'him'  none of my biz.... 

But my biz in fact is that we are made by all the assumers all the ones who cannot thing beyond their Southern narcissistic dog kennel of an existence... that there are indeed OTHERS. Even if my s/h £30 leather coat looks like a 500 quid South Molton one it was a once a decade  not-impulse buy but over a battle with the only one fine woman who simply attacked immediately   me trespassing upon her Presteigne High St flea market street hawkin' ....  the moments i suggested her prices were a bit Sth Ken ... for fun... and for months we daggers drew even wider smiles as the insults and false accusations of heretical  streetseller  hooker light intimations...

got so so stalemate ...neither thinking of what insult could trump the last...

I let her win. As she had earned BEing a country lass even if 67... by avin' a laff no matter what.... late 2020 

 And i never all my whole life could ever find a leather jacket that made me look like George Clooney, ever.... until i decidedly had given up EVER wanting to be thought even ok to look at .. until that battle did begin - i got 25% off i do believe even if it took 2 months..

which means she is Moroccan; as they know its ALL sport... when you have headchoppin kings still in charge,...and money bling the whole damn thing is nothing but a game.... 

in fact it embarrasses me to wear it still....

Especially meeting numbers two and three... i simply cannot believe that certain groovy little majyycc encounters keep happening.

 Except with the source, before The Source reared its ugly Totty filled head ..of true counterculture, sane democratic progressive humanity ... three down to earth people of them hills.... (i always insult in first hello-sentence as mere hillocks compared to my native propper real hills, without a baby comforteing mountain rescue landrover for a hundred miles) ..

Anyway three!

in reverse order simply magnificent sour ex hillfarmer ("i just couldnt make a penny any more i didnt know the right clique" )who knows its all a game but still makes extremely rude jokes about the daughters of the invaders  who " they buy their princess a shop down there for...god only knows what .."

Number one the remeberist

Burt number two, on her bike up in the hills ive seen her... so glad we had a word at last, because if i were ever to start a workshop on how to ACTUALLY be a country lass rather than so so many sour miserable looking ones i see walking alone, on their L'Oreal or Monsanto pension dosh, the requirement is at the beginning of a chat even if alone up in the hills noone could hear you scream.... by at least line three, you GIVE some  personal secret,  or personal thing about your PERSON....   and the fruitier the better...

It is so extraordinary that in the  400 quid  huggahugga or is it hygge... 'retreats' mindful voodoo of 'relating' or embodying ....or fancy popup saunas ... this seems not to have been put at the top of their 'playbook' .... as when you've got past the inevitable coy stage of being younger, its the only truly mindful thing and simple ole hilldwellin yokel KNOWS......is how to be

And be happy. As her magnificent bright eyes did tell.....  so i was in too good a mood to waste time pondering how to be a stirrer.... or even groomer

But am now - sleeping on only 'positivity' - the REAL kind, (that boasts of "you shouldv seen me yesterday in my oilskins up ear in them ills....upon old bessie..i reckin im the only one of em never, ill.... "  all i have quested for for a decade...

is wonderful

But yesterday, the big day.....

 all a decade, comes, as if  to crystalise

All the so 'clever dick' load of lies

(film too goes with this

Reithians taking the piss...)

But rememberence, the smiley young man just a bit ago

Their word "aware" (he was good.... 

"even my horsey lot ..its understood

the fancy tinctures potions cures

end up piddled out or in manures

they know are......' aware'...

poison waters down from theirs..."

 

" but does that mean you'll be out of your lovely job soon,

and out of new shiny,  likely forever chemical treated, uniform...?"

A question not necessary to ask.

As the new  van, new everything...... will forever last.

Forget every single word heard

merely  1/4 decade in transit

hoping to pick up some once sane..... dot dot dot

There was always one simplest big job to do

each new Messiah,

 same old words repackaged for some next .... 

gushing awful Anita

who hasnt the brain to say " ehh same ole....

 bet we could find something in even our archive

proves you're just on repeat, on loop

same ole chicken soup..."

meaning one actually has to be brave   enough to suggest

if all those small grass roots groups

cannot think to put their own words to the test

back home, in respect of ...

well .... it's ALWAYS " we know best

what to do next"

never, there's plenty of culture already extant

points you in to all will be only ever cant

unless each and every participant

in Mister hunky-beardy's new Utopia

are nicely but firmly, peacefully, but always

held to actual, account.

and that sounds so so horrid.

All i know is that i have a pretty unlined forrid

Never  mind always 8 hrs sleep every dawn a new one

As every smallest white-lie inability to be 'aware' of every single word i have ever said

about something i may DO

even if god i really cant stand you

and your armpits smell of toxic interference

never mind the fat arse hangin' out from your joggin pants

i still remember even twenty years ago nope twenty three

what was hinted as next, but never could happen, 

not even because of me

but integrity does in fact mean

'awareness' of what should have been.

Cos i said it would.   

In other words in an essay soon must-do. Yet another Messiah blaming even billionaires, other politicians, and assuming that some latent goodness is within, a people who have already for decades only ever really thought of what's the advantage, for them.

Now I am not a 'Marxist' ... mererly a truthist. Being billionaires are a piece of cake. But not stupid, if they saw through search or even cookie, that there's so little real resistance, even Ellie cant go out for a bike ride without the latest high fashion superexpensive  saddle bags.

Indeed it often only took just  a handful maybe dozen

of Levellers, or even fake legal 'activists' i pretended

on my side 2009 ... via made up emails router routed via Mi5

if they see or hear some will actually stay the course

like Jack Straw 2009, ran away crying,  

one chap lying

" i have ten more coming to our march"

 If they know nobody ever really means what they say as they say endless clever  newthings rather than those that for thousands of years sometimes  worked.

And a months later digitally hiss or even block.

I've known mini billionaires theyre always stupid

scaredy cats.

Really bothered if they think even a handful of ordinary people

see through the spin or hype or advertorial

and their 'resistence' is at least medium term and real.

 Its astonishing just how quickly they throw in the towel.

Already dug their NZ bunkers with big fancy trowel.

Indeed strangely there was only ever one simple word

worked once.... even from the boozer

Solidarity...

But it mustnt be fantasy

As my fun but tragicom chronicle ... 

universal i know but ... i wish there was more than me

who told the actual truth in actually true books

As the only hope for generation next is learning to peep through the microcracks in the ultimate of handmade 'artisan' mirrors

.... nobody even told them nexters that Alice's  lookingone

an allegory

which means it may just be critique

of  the nature, along the hairlines, of

"you are what you say you are"

and all that simplest stuff 

that really was enough

to fix even the hardiest fracture

if they have the truth, by word or even picture.

which is all merely 

(about 2002 wandering up past ohh yes Morelli's MAndolin next soon... " god it's so dull here....i though fin-de-ciecle decadence was meant to have ended by now..." )

dilettante decadent

infantile

As plenty of post Enlightenment jolly good tries

books films poems even (if limited in effect)

mad it crystal clear, less is more;

let go;  all shit stuff even death by drowning in it, has some magical positive silver lining somewhere... as almost all heart attack survivors would eventually say... and mean.

merely, everywhere ...  'bougie' aint just some cheeky slight

 "bourgeois"... 

once gave the whole world a fright

which unfortunately 

unless they turn 'aware' and 'me'

into one simpler word, 'metoo'

may be rather cyclical....  

  

But nobody can it would seem ever tell a story and mean

walk the talk no matter what

because for some years at least i know i didnt 

isnt hair shirt, nor any kind of martyrdom

its the first step of becoming always esteemed 

even if some days or dreams

one pretends to still be interested in .... ....

But knowing no way never will one ever change

even if silent -  nothing safer 

and attempt the highfalutin scholarly page

or thousand

even if not even in ones own allowance

means no matter how  the deck  is angled

your inner even outward  tango will always be in pewrfect balance

The definate end as i got loads to attempt to fill in, soon

FIRST (i have a list )

The fatman scream down his high st even if least important

The small almost impossible fix this July she didnt know about if i can find the film

ehhh.... the recording of a badgocidere.... 

especially if they seemingly, have links here...

and other things nothing whatsoever about this so uninteresting place

I needed to meander as merely clue to the far more edgy alive lasterplace

where they werent as good at pasting over all the fissures

And nothingness behind their admittedly less attractive, reflection

 

and all i know is no notes ever

(for this the very few months on my list still to 'DO')

every morn i awake 

with things to DO

not this big silly mistake

and not a thought of one word to type

just photos films and other slightly arty things

so, no aforethought nor EVER battery time to think

as  the ineffibles are my witness, my truthful mitigation

for the crime of being the worst slam poet ever

(inspired only by 2009 Billy

Undercover.. 

rather good,

(i told him Billy i never said this before to anyone rap or folk

"you are the new Bob") however 

 even that bloody hippo job

would have found a tad of incpongruity

crowdfunding his smiley 'tribe'

to write his next album  11 or 12ish of poetry and vibe

about the calamity of global warming 

and all that ...

from a  very crowdfunded, and twitterstreamed hammock in Bali, 

"only place i can bed down and be in my yummy  grove.... 

and write the songs about  you love about saving birds n bees and even mangrove..

and as you know i love every flower and tree 

none of which were removed to make yet more space for holidaying jerks like me"

so yes anyway in mittigation

i never have a spare electron to ever even think

how to grove up ...sex up this  faecal stink

and thus hope i earn my rightly deserved reputation

as worst ever bad sick poet who ever stained this Shakespearian nation

(even if his babes were always only ever having stuff done to them

mine at least do the doing, or rather dont....)

thing is one was a liar Queen, deserving

" i cannot ever ever write even a  verse to keep me out their bloody hearse"

she insisted every day!

even if straight away

ten times better than, me

thats what you call a tragedy

 

Teller of Tales

 .... well wait until my archive tells tails about that first one...

ohh i have already, as that was the first 'storyteller' who used a local girl she knew very well over the years  as her personal virtue signalling ... candyfloss to her addictive Liverpudlian lilt, and i forget what her Nick Cave wannabe bloke was called oh yes Ray.... "Dirty"  too 

i still don't quite know how to sum up a well known even if really crap writer who got clicks based entirely on her looks...

saying to a young fan  she had known in person for some years " you can be the pinup covergirl of my new bearded schoolgirls book.." and never meaning what she said...  at great length over sugary drinks

Which is the only fundamental way to really ruin a generation, for good,  i know of... false promises. 

Anyway its hilarious - better comedy than even Basil and his wonderful  so sadly departed, bosslady (i have my tribute in the can from weeks ago but SO behind the sequence) ,  when the whole church disintegrates into "she said she said...". 

and the odd he.

Anyway as this whole tribe spread throughout the cheaper housing of the environment and recreated 'storytelling' into fantasy  for clicks and cash....  its astonishing how one could discover just how brittle their sugary molecular constituency was if ever  confronted with real 'story'... where maybe they are a little more than a.... fable.... as warning to other actual humans with real stories under their hems...

So yes in a land where even the church now becomes mere tale tellers, i havent even started on an update of Silas.... needs to be a ballet really.... 

The second of so many gibbers over 20 years... back then - twenty ten

 and a bit, it was only the 'him's .... the other sex perhaps just a thread of dignity left, to actually remember their own words,  well when it came to the rural jobs rather than their 'money-from-off', holiday ones  

" ....so you need some work on the verge of 'unger well i know the forty fishes thing i preach down my local Temple a load of balls.... some years now  my sheds need reroofing....  you can have that job..."

Quite extraordinary how even a few weeks later they can't remember their own words.

Even when you've had meetings looking over the leaks talking product...

Quite extraordinary.

Him, and his answer to everything "charity"

oh yes i know why i turned the thing back on:

words you will never hear (but really many stories already part told in free Substack pondcast over several years, and there's another landlope.com has bits not yet got into this fat one ) : " ...  they.... him and his buddy from the council/ his neighbour /  his Green Party colleague .... have told tales to the Environment Agency  about us breaking existing lore nobody bothers to enforce  the Greens so busy enforcing some NEW Messiania ....."

As they know such 'theys' are irrelevant over time as few people living in the environment have much spare time....

to follow through or further complain

unless they live in the same house sleep in the same bed

" they have told tales that bloody bunnyhuggin'  dogooder couple... in fact probably their ecstatic bleedin 'transcendental' foreplay 

 rucked up together teamworkin away...

also during  their filthy natural fabric cottonsheet play

is sharing ideas and smiles

of how theyre  going to use the plan b strategy 

to get us nicked, or fined, if the first legislative tickle our way, 

fails...  theyll keep coming back, with moor

take a note of THEIR front door "

is however what you may hear as they know only such tale tellers  are worth considering  as actually... valid.

And may indeed come back with, more.

Being theres something called ... remembering who didn't mean what they said

especially if sharing the same bed

This in the region which is not just THE envirnoment  but in fact all of the whole of the Eastern half of  Wales feeds the water courses that extend way into the midlands even the South...

The Welsh bragged of 5 years ago "we are bringing forrward the most radical environmental law [ref nitrates in the catchments] ever...."

and every stupid Green or just passing Guardian reader [f] for 5 years would say " how DARE you....you nasty man ....you are just NEGATIVE NEGATIVE NEGATIVE....even suggesting nobody is DOing anything... the sweet lovely Welsh have spent millions already on advertising their great new revolutionary legislation"

fast forward nto near 3 years ago me to Monbiot to his face at the sterile rtiver he is sat by eyeing up the vintage clothed....younger birds flocking to him " ehh are you aware of the last six months the greatyest scandal ever ref  the actual environment we are stood by .... how they delayed then put to further 'government consultation' the lore they promised was to be rolled out last 1 jan 2023... and they are now saying 'we will have to put in a licensing system'  which means fatter farmers can bribe the local bossman to leave their nitrate pits alone.... and anyway its now years away...?"

The total fake prettyboychild not even a man,  says to my chronicling devikce " nope ive never heard of this  new law.."

  anyway ehhh ohh yes the archives soon.... if i remember, the way the Green Party would email my then under 30 housemate every other day the emails that the 'under 30s' got.... i think i still have them. Not one word about the environment,  the rivers, or natural  hairdressing advice but every other word about how every tranny and every woman and black in the land are being continually beaten within their last breath as good as....

ohh yes it was so funny to see a few months ago their 'activists'  in action of course we can never entirely know for sure  theyre not stupid, but listening to the occasional good interview about how the Corbynite project was redeveloping  it was of course entirely a fluke that literally hundreds of commenters were writing almost exactly the same snide short paragraph " dont know why anyone would bother with these so called socialists an utter load of fakes  now we have Zac  The Greens are the only real socialist party i wouldnt waste your time with this lot....  "

or small variations.

None would even think about their 'representative' Ellie living as we all knew in an exclusive gated community  even if fair dinkum converted once stately home of extremely exclusive yuppie flats only ....in a  region housing really is a seriously almost permanent issue

only because of SO many living in houses built for five or even ten...

alone

 anyway maybe starting point some of those emails but i NEVER take anything out of context, every word is only after at least ten years seeing hearing exactly the same load of pondweed and thats an insult to the natural  evolution iof said fine real weed... 

that lot couldnt even weed a fishtank theyre so-phobe of.... everything ...  

Funny thing is though when you get to know the real phobes behind their endless phobias theyre far far more brutal and tough than i am .....  

which is why they have used even the smallest fake story of vulnerability, even pain

for.... gain

ohh and i am a European meaning far more of them luvvas jobs livings... I have never met any European who acts

just so. Ever....

Poor blokes getting actually Harrissesd

 (my my comedy lastereve listening to how every Scottish churchy peep is getting 'bullied' by all her congregants and her ladybish)

I am really good at making REAL friends. Standing up for the undergdog, even if they come and annoy me with a convoy of trucks parking me in lasterspot, justernow,  emblazoned with the hated signage:

 " hey...whats the latest here....  i'm on your side i write about ehh well i lived 30 years in THE environment where everyone knew  even when they were first built that the small domestic sceptic tanks and hamlet arrangements were never meant for coping with even in ten billion quids worth of years.... the massive increase in chemicals  being put down the drains when all the fancypantses came with the shelves of bathroom products even Phoebe Waller Buggered-Bridge managed to sight about in her awful 'analsex'aeration load of tv crap they all loved so why not take note it was quite a good scene her sat there wondering whats it all FOR!?! ....  i heard Southern Water a few months ago dare to mention....    you should hire me as your PR... i am bullteproof even without a backpack.... "

" mate ..we get it  in our ears ....all the time its   continual.."

 photos later

right time to actually forever give up

no point

Even her...no memory.....but at least i now know the one whom one thought was what her profile said.... no hope.

Is only joy!

 

Scientific proof my readership is Britolite wimmin...

 So ... the fine writerchap i always forget about

As they do especially, is Mister Lee

whom they only ever refer to in some falsie fantasy

version, perversion.

Which a fine woman gave me if memory serves for my twenty first

Jaqueline the first.

A not just "poignant" infact biblical appreciation of his loyal rural family.

Now literature is all very well

but the reason your environment has gone to hell

Is very simple

In the 'environment' which must be defined as perhaps  less than  20 or thirty peeps per sq km

Being herons have very sharp eyesight and can see every stalker within about one

Never mind otters, one peep of two legs and they're gone

(sorry Southwest 100..  nope, just a suburb, and all tourist blurb)

oops back to the point yes as i need to weave for..?

well i've lived.

Actually true. 

As i saw in the brightest eyes of two:

" yes..i know its all  buggered and

i have no magic wand..".... 

Anyway for  the Jernny-comes....

ohh yes scientific proof mine readers are the English variant

(all Europe despaired of decades back, 

ehh lets not stick anything rhyming with ...)

Take their bearded madman Russel De Drugs

His latest one Jesus ....

oops thats a point, Tommy, too....

It is beyond the witof ANY English to ever even ponder no more

the time immemorial words even the rather moody King Croesus would have 

understood: 

"if you love someone, challenge them to  be at least a little bit better, or itzy witzy bit good"

nope not possible in this Wasteland of nothing

No simplest actual understanding of forever human .... 

doing the right thing.

Anyway ...  i shall loop back hang on to your sleighs

As i walked out one midwinter morning

should be the real title. 

Ten years ago. 

Most important thing about roadtrips is you must never set off on one!

They may just reveal themselves if you hang on tight.

Anyway (reference from a week ago soon) as a recent extremely rare eco talker  talking sense said also 

" me and the missus we worked together to prevent eco Wasteland.."

Now the Jennies will have to go back three years here which will take forever

or pay me to edit and make indexes, sooner rather than later which i long plan to do 

There is a picture of Rachel and Chris

Farmers up in THE environment.

A few km down from the Hay Bluff region of The Black Mountains

(i happened to live upon at 1400' for six years (even if it was such paradise it still seems like a whole lifetime) , alone*, from 2004, with no heating, except a daughter to keep me warm from our constant activity actually in THE environment)

*  equals it was even then quite astonishing how all the Southern invaders didnt  even want to rent a spare room IN the glorious environment half an hour up a windy road from their vile little town which by about 2007ish became " there are more VERY expensive womens clothes shops here in dumpsville in middle of noweheresville than actual bookshops"

Anyway R+C many years there, a hundred or so acres or real farm, saw all herons starved to death etc...   and when i got to know them from 2010ish  would immediately bright eyed go on about trying to stand up to monoculture farms nearby of woodlands with only one intent: to get sold to the citybased financiers,  whom would also be on the nearby so called 'farms' up for the weekend terrorising birds for sport... thousands of them. An even worse monoculture.

Fifteen years roaming that whole region and chatting with the 10/sq km at most farmer peeps and occasional invader  they are the ONLY people ever i met who immediately put their cards on the table:  " the cunts who have bought up surrounding land are polluting it with pheasants and monos....  we are fighting them using the current eco lore.... all we need just get current lores enforced.... "

why? because as Bach wrote in B A F ... a couple is the only unit of polity in actual rural places... and places like Hay can be all very same sexy

but the Johnnies come lately tend to stay in the town where they can pose outside their antique shops

So Richard and his Mary Movie Star would have discovered that if standing up to local ecocider, they will be down the local pub asking around " so who is this bloke   writing letters of complaint...?" 

The answer is not " ohhh... he is part of fake Greenpeace or Extinction Hairdye Showcase Organised Rebelling against nothing  ....  "

The answer in THE environment would be " ohh he and his wife ...we see them at the wholefood shop.... are bloody townies think they can come and tell us what to do.... like protect THEIR bloody faery  woodlands and birds..."

And anyone who knows THE environment knows there will never be a local Greenpeace office (as [my chronicles show in time] even at Hay on the Wasteland River Wye festival of Angelas  all they can do is come and parasitise the locals for money to pay for her hairdye and fancy posters on the back of some  other environment in some glamorous other place she wants to be champion of rather than the river actually fucked just over the road....as it looks good on her FAkebook.... )

so in THE environment there are hardly ANY actual companeros (with the squiggle - it merely means walking companions who are honest of either sex)  as there arent many people living ONLY there, so you can only speak out if you are at least seen to have one fabulous Rachel hugging Chrises back  as back protection-armour as i would see on the back of their quad....  so often....smiling

It takes two to just create the Tangotime poster campaign... never mind polity all the dull politying..

So, you 'walk out' to go find a ...

and on said walking out ...

One first discoveres even in that

(ahh yes the same old Miss Interpretation of the jolly good egg blokes often clad in hunting wear....  who care

Over 20 years every single bloke i have known some very well,  who state " yes my fishing grounds.. [ even shooting grounds though one tries to avoid them, adults grew out of terrorising birds  for sport with my farmer gun, age about 16 ] .. its all damaged ..polluted...you do know Simes what the only solution is.... there are too many people..."

In other words they want the population culled.  Wonder what tjheior attitude would be when it was their  daughter and son's time...?

Now no woman has ever ever even hinted at that solution so keeping it simple one has to attempt to challenge the non genocidal sex to be a slightly better version of themselves.... as i have been at for two decades, one most intensely...

although of course even 'challenging' is far far too difficult a concept .. (tough 'love', also, why their kids are ... well the data isnt good! )  

Anyway proof of my istiness

piggery (more to come)

Before the fakes invaded from 20 odd years ago....

Even thirty back

The number one remedial instruction was so many years on earworm

basically: whats the point of moving away to Colour Supplement land 

if you still! "too much hurrying here and there"

As the greatest of them all sang

Andf i forget being a whitey prejudiced mere ...whatever

But i don't forget every single instance of over ten years

duel purp

chattin up shyly the occasional meanderer down the lesser spotted

streets and alleys of Kingtomn Presteigne Clun anywhere but their place of fancy clothes shops

whom one got to know a BIT

over some walkings out

And they SAY they care about their Lugg or Arrow or Teme...

But the second sentence of almost every single idle chit chat out doing a little basics shopping, would even ten years ago, in THE environment, be

" ohh my i am in SUCH a hurry i havent really got time to chat.."

Now rather than being impolite and saying why dont you fuck off back to Harvey Knicks  as you clearly dont know why you  downsized and bought up all the peasants housing here.... there being only one point, to not be you...

I developed a line as politely as possible even ten years ago " well i became the worldwide single issue campaign group against every woman who we need to be our equal politying in the rural places as if one went to a POLUTING FARM as just a  bloke it'll get all arsey but if woman and man go there in unison its more civil.... in her second sentence saying they have no time.. even for a wistful chat on dumpsville Presteigne high st..... ohh and while we are at it you think you came to live in some fantasy freedomia that shop there was the newsagents and you can read online how the local coppers really DID bully the woman shop owner in a mad Orwellian manner for selling the Charlie Hebdo magazine .. they terrorised her to hand over the NAMES of the citizens of here who bought the publicly available magazine....  i know as i knew her....but fat cunt pretend journalist Marchant lives just down there  never said a word about fascism on his own doorstep...as that may affect his property price.... errata value..all they care about. ."

Anyway ten years on nearly.....  now i really know even if i knew before...but crystal clarity is a perfect golden rain...

All my readers must indeed be of the female variant and have the English disease...

just like every other one met in persona (but which!?!) 

 

i mean one day i happen to notice stats say 200 readers..

the next 2000

....  proof: the phonotype -  thats all you are a lump of lard, plus what you think is 'real'  via your worst culture ever extant

 just one day  hot... next one....cold

Can't even keep your own temp 'regulated' 

why all your stupid kids been brainwashed they're 'dysregulated' 

the most absurd new word ever they brandish as if prize 

(but i saw the fire in those two sets of eyes)

Now ..

 (oooh shivvers down my spine...really, i dont lie or perform yummie sourceiness oops they wont like that and its utterly irellevent as when you discover the only other honest " bird" .... Natasha Carthew... writer lass even if just moanin  

alas

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001l23j

though does highlight 

her homebird region

[ " A Place Called Home"]

junkies wailin all night

and her words 

" down the road,  her place 

a ' theme park' bloody disgrace" 

and for the Former Sovs well the great cinema of the seventies even eighties

and even yank

told us theme parks, allegory for 

yes youve already walked the plank

one way

and the prozac pisswater in your fruitloop flavoured latte drank

but theme park, even if Natasha wrong

not just her homeland, whole damn 

peninsuline penitentiary 

gated

counties of it

... nope far far closer to Hux's Brave New one

[ jabby fone far too much pain in finger to italix eyes even one 

word

even if three small ones: hot and

cold] 

anyway yes  a whole cowardly old world if nothing but

well i told the one whom admitted '" bubble"

yesterve

" well believe me ahead may be trouble"

pastyshite  typo but fits hahh hahh

all them posh bits

take just one walking chat

septerthis me and the woman rather fat

meandering the beach up from number one exclusive 

5 grand on a personal plate

that says plebs who fant afford here,  we hate

as suoerman motors in gunshot grey

we know what really they  they say

" were off now thirty years  tendin this famous  beautiful peeps, pub

..  had enough.... this years takings...

well tell her to sell her rottin oldtub!

its over... the gated fantasy.... rotted pissed on itself ... just greed and misery

and as dor wankyfancy Hidden Hut

 .. he told me yesteraft ...his profits ... well, something is leaking from someones butt "..

anyway i have absolutely zero interest in any Jenny come lately fantasy place...

Rupert Cammy and Tarq's tax loss disgrace

get yout vat back on the antique landrover's refurb ... 

"well it  advertises our hipstercool beardy whicker baskate my face "

   merely needed to understand how the lasterregion was 100% invaded

by whom why?

as there being kindof minority

they  were a tad less Bravely not very new

aged and rinkled still at it

still pretendin....  

theyll live forever when never actually became alive

as alive means...

eye yo eye, two now...

lovely yummies of thister irrelevent load of underwhelming playground  hills

 very close eye to eye yestereve

would have seen if she blinked the nervy liar  fantasist

oculars stutter

" yes i know.... all my walking places up here ...the   only thing keeps me sane, 

... biologically fucked 

utter

disgrace ...".     ) 

now road trips need..... 

an ending

even if i merely amble

never straining tendon or  especially mind

all the same extremely full kind

but thats certainly IT

eureka

all one can ever really say:

one day hot, cold as ice the very next day

The end

( unless she could he trained   ... when you have Ivry, Warwick's lass mister abbo rights!  he even  denies  a big fat credit!  ... soon loop back to im.... and even Scarlet... in your fingers ... and swiveleyes.... well..... we shall see)

)

well, there"s only one lass who

 is back on loop thistermorn.

and what a magnificent sub-blimey!!

she is good In person

But as for America.....

 Free Speech will soon be tested.

At least the junky Ritolish (untestable on the actual group they pump full of it) actually warmed a bit to the son of havin' a bash

But in the land of dead children by their own TommyGunning hands

(you think unimportant, but the actual immo wave of their mums taking over our academe, third sector, even child services !!

for real not a joke.....stealth stealth but there comes a point where ... 

test it,  the amount of Whitehall voices on social policy have that ugly accent

paid for by your taxes and silly Unherd do gigs on 'should we divorce the Yooessay'  when they never even noticed just how many hems  imported, 

their way in here via Golden visa ... 

Freddy the most infantile geezer ) 

A young man, steps into his long dead dad's boots

and to quote one of the very very very few commentariat, seemingly the only one with a heart

Greatest song. Greatest performance of it. Fight me.

 

 

Which bloody story!?

 So Barenest Amos will feed the next generation of 'warriors' on their Fakebook, a whole new generation of moaning groups (i started or at least got judicial topnoddy to nod in 2006 " and Yer On'her....  this weird stuff has started Myspace and a few others,  and peeps want to tell the stories independently  of how the -  to quote you in 2011ish to The Times, 'Maoist' SS and other lanyard wearing variants, terrorise them via their children just like those lovely Magdalena nuns did over the water.... " ..

LJ Wall a fine one " well i dont understand why anyone would want to use these devices or what they are for but fair dinkum if the plebs want to have a go at being Fourth Estate so be it..I am sure you are right there so what's your next point, ohh you think we are Maoists you cheeky 'arrogant' chap.and 'secrecy is ONLY to protect our arses .. well you may have a point there...." to paraphrase accurately a  fine one...     

sadly gone 

(life is SHORT do it NOW)

Anyway so forever you will now have endless Fakebook groups or whatever next quoting Her Barrenest .... " the system has traumatised poor mums and bullied them as they're givin' birth ...[ 0630 Today today i have many other refs one day]."

So barren of ANY real human story.... such as cycling all the way up the whole of hilly neigh actual MOUNTAINous, mid  Wales that one glorious day... setting out at 6ish with a bit of wireless on the gizmo for company and travelling light with no water bottle  on comes the BBC hysteria " ohh my ohh my red alert the hottest day of the year... do make sure you are plenishly ..HYDRATED..or you will immediately die just on your tube journey to work."  when real cyclists know that filling oneself up with all that heavy hydration will just slow me down at last thirty six years later,  goin' on the quest ... [actual] Princess Di prowlin....

The Beauty of not just the valley.. (but so much more important than being the actual "woman whose never been born"  to quote Percy even if i can never listen to them ever again hearing in fact the public schoolboy junky still is an obsessive collector or Crowleigh First Editions...

. but the hills of Corwen and all around...   a year of wonky FAkebookese pinging and ponging between us  startin " god you commoner impossible to have ever thought of findin' again with the commonest name in the world ever..... look i need to tell you a truth i had to leave the whole septic country age 18 cos of you.....   having fell innnit  with you,  that night after knowing you two a year or so...but you so in love with him....   nope ... couldnt face ever seeing you again...but its so wonderful to tell you now... "

" fuck this for a game of soldiers... a year of the most intimate pingin and pongin.....i mean even tells me to Ramble On the other side of the world and go prowlin S America, ill,  lookin' for a lost lass...' you just gotta DO it man..' .... but even she made mad by her FAkebook addiction and cant read give us a bell......  im just gonna get on my bike and  .... meander her mountain...and as for stupid Tolkein 

ruinin' 

all their brains probably hers too...

life aint a faery tail

lifes about tail only  and ....

her boys even lost their only black in the valley, dad...

....well i got a vacancy

but how weird is that he's buried a mere furlong from

me

and she needs some shedbuilding

for her undergeneration 

rather than "you can fix my daddy's house " concatenation 

that became the future endless bullshit of their sick little lost princess ..imagination

...Im good at that

off we go" 

 Amazing how the phone rings after about half an hour en route

 after the newdawn  dawn message (probably still up, all night onnit) fuckit im just on me bike luv"

So you actually nearly die not of imagined unhydration like

(ohhh i NEED power the shot of Moth on the floor panting in the lying movie is STILL stuck in my minds eye its so so funny it sums up what every walker in the whole SW has in their minds eye that without a gallon on board they are definitely going to die of something.... when a real walker if theres some hyrdationemergency  its impossible to be further than half an hour walk from some stream in this land even in a'drought'...)

but 12 hrs on you bike all day up pretty steep Welsh hill passes ...  not enough fuel on board knees shaking...

And there she is   

 It's an extraordinary thing this time thing when it comes to old beaux....  once before sadly the true princess of course i was too prejudiced at the time to appreciate  the  way that the one ... 

well.... in fact she had the movement of Ms Heights all KAtie 

and skinnier!

but unlike that fake...

Olwen had adapted her palest green skirt to be ankle length and by far the sluttiest ...

to go with her sublimest faery or witchlike dancing around the corridors my own personal prowler for years....

in fact she glided...  on a magic carpet  - that made of genuinely natural materials..

of obsession

absolutely no idea  why on earth

but for me

For several years i would have to iognore

pretend she wasn't there hovering with her ten times sexier than KAte, look..

and sluttine fashion sense which drove me bonkers the first time i noticed it

But...in a very very uniquely classless region, sadly there was still a very small underclass. basically Olwen and her two equally sluttite gang...

almost proto 'goth' before they became as common as much.

Frankly a genius.

Whom of course intimidated the lower middle class other girls  who didn't have one speck of the eyeliner genius that the actual temptress 

genius possessed

so they were sidelined...

Only ever to be enjoyed out of the corner of my eye

Anyway theres nothing worse than a decade later at last plucking up the courage to attempt to put right ones error as usual only due prejudice

Never having even spoken with ones prowler  even if having many an evening ion ones minds eye been with her on her naturally fibrous magic carpet ...

To knock on her front door and discover

she's gone and got as fat and jowly as the first Ms Bush....

Until, there is one thing worse as fat can be cured

Well i need Mister Bates

Herb

Even if one may 'visit' the prototype

still sometimes at night

(in fact errata torturing onesself for mine art looking at Kate warblin their atrocious book - every English private schoolgirl ive ever known has on their Desert island one! ... Olwen not only ten times more asluttine dress sense her hair i still cant forget the perfection in longer than Kates and far  more sluttine in arrangement....  if one had stumbled across Kate in some back alley at night you would walk past not even knowing her...but Olwen made sure with the genius of every serpent slitherin under non existant Eve's skirts as if she could Pied Piper every one into only on her obsessive mission and crusade and never ending  tirade ..of looks that needed no words...   you know what serpents are ...for....and she could never be not noticed as totally unique... and the only one whom ever got the look, perfect  )

  

Anyway there is one thing worse: discovering something immutable. Fat being dealable-with, no injections required...

There you are.... and within an hour of being in The Princesse's

 kitchen... 

thirty six years late

  and hearing her tales of thirty years senior SRN at The Countess 

of Chester 

and then meeting her [f] drug dealer joining us 

for tea and....

And how they both boast of the 

"no i wouldnt if i were you .....not even out of curiosity, having 'grown out of it 36 years ago'..... this stuff is utter brain damage..."

As one discovered was indeed the sad fact of the matter

no brain left to damage 

30 years gobblin that stuff 

But it was the boasting the real sadness

" they wouldnt dare....  there are a few of us, quite a few in fact....  but drug tests ... well we are considered above needing to be monitored, or even questioned....i quite often have a big fat spliff behind the bins at ...work.."

wont be in Barenesses barren report barren of the truth of your sceptic aisle...

anyway which story of all mine,  may  be as simple and poignant of Herberts magnificent Love for Lydia  (and in fact many others of his better and subtler) that Fitzgerald-like  but without that silly YAnkee fizz,  chronicle the true .?..   well truth of how once good things do rot...

but somehow he kept within his tales of Wasteland some kind of  life affirming, something.... 

makes you want to live, despite her....

even if the only real sadness is being shouted at  snidely  and angrily, by a woman in charge of health for many for going out for a walk alone on the mountain she lives just next to....  as mad to want to go for a walk ...

  

Now....

 Let it be ... ehhh..... 

So in 24 hrs it seems almost every single Lady Bishop, and what was it yesteraft someone doin' someone for Harrissin' but the judgie goes and turns the tables and says "no the Harriser was infact the Harrissee..."

Which is the exact reason the WHOLE eco movement ground to a halter 15+ years ago as rather than turn their foaming energy on the baddies they try and drown each other in pools of foamy fluster and "youre bullyin'" bluster

 But best of all a poor Harriser or Harissee Lady Bish  should in fact become the arch False Allegory

as it seems now all her pathetic little congregation are now accusing her of being a 'bully' which is a very strange thing in an organisation where one can just.....walk out the front door ....its certainly not legal to be made to be there...

or coerced

  except

Anyway none of my business even if i am so lucky that for a decade i saw within their whole business of what happens behind a front door...

And just how many default to, make up...

The things i saw

... .. ... which is THE 'healing' they all so desperately desire  - it hurts at first.... but when you know the true truth you then understand, the news the nonsense ... even why Nigel... which has nothing to do with brown immos. Nothing ever even slightly bugs you ever again...

Righty ho positive news, happy endings... 

If someone had said a decade ago, and certainly three years ago this time of that year freezing to half-death with a  looney storkin' ... that i would have  a whole wonderful extremely happy and very very sublime, large enough territory (they must be at least 30km diameter for 'stealth' and not being seen same place concurrant days...and leaving one inner-territory  - your 10km diameter zone of concern, is so nice " pheww escaped that intense dump once again.." a daily inner yoga session or releasing the pentups...)

well in fact its been like this a whole year really.... but the very best full-ranging non-place as really greatest of all territory... is in the region "hated" ...

However a true man of the land never even uses it's name... a human name for anywhere that is far bigger than human even if denuded and indeed murdered by human, as kids we saw through as indeed absurd... it's just " the hills" ....

Anyway ... the absolute glorious  zenny centredness and plenishy abundance of a few warm mornings  with absolutely every movement and twist 'n turn planned to minimise carbon and heatloss...

which is how an actual 'offgridder' must live (8 of last 16 yrs)  and you love every second of it.....  as its not just 'beating' the system its being just a little 'above' it.. but you don't tell anyone - or rarely, as god how they HATE you for... not having their worries frettin's ..dramas... 

True hate.... even if it doesn't exist it merely is ...envy of course.

Such an interesting human emotion, real hill people (formative years all you have)  dont understand as you dont have it bred into you....

  

 

Well she will chime, that Bush.. :-)

 (All is smiley when all your life you saw through ALL silly chemicals.. it's only ever been about finding just a few on the same page)

But i need the thistersummer art-project photos that show just how ugly they all are.... poor things.

Even poorer in the lymph nodes their pores channeling  the ink to xenobiotic itself in that particular unsafe 'space'

(how on earth does any unpowerful nanaboatee manage poorer and pore ... ? even Queen of the bodily...)   

But that's just fuel.....

 And all the " ohh you are an internet  conspiracist too..." as narcissistic an assumption seemingly default

Nope just learned how to think for myself....

When even the slow'hand of god....' starts to make vids about something even an actually intelligent 'god' cannot know about, whether some or other bug or injection has 'harmed' him.... the mindbody interrelation of all even humble hobbits being very complex..... 

way way beyond 'Deepmind' as even the magnificent Prof MArtin hasn't been able to update his splendid 1997 suggesting its very weird....

rather than saying GET OUT IN THE SUN... walk exercise and ... be NEW do things you dont want to do..m aybe even for others you really know not to even slightly like..... as that makes the mind stop mulling on its own miserable inflammations or whatever else nobody will ever really know is extant... but make some new bits that work too...or even better

in other words (said as shyly lifelong conflict avoidant expert,  hobbit) fight...a bit

gets you to live on 

and without a tad of brianrot either... as it requires brain and guile to avoid the backseeking knives all around...

(actual data does confirm ask any honest old folks home superintendent to ask the ones who live...longer....just "why"? .i know i did around 2012..) 

 

Right the real [InNix!]version needs to start and begineth with .,... define it, first

 So three year'nago

(funny thing is the current one - talk about hardship! i shall miss it one can get used to ANYthing....

 even this really THICK unintelligible 'app' that sometimes stands photos on their side just to remind you how like them it is... then its made by them so whatdyer expect..)

There i am innocently natterin' about small spaces even if the opening lines were crystal clear....

I mean you can't be clearer than  " all the women over here in the actual environment which has 10% pop density of your, well you will say it one day! yerself.... HATEfilled .... suburb....ran away to be closer to Harvey's Nicker collection .......

or died of Bovarian cancer [ copyright me, just came along into my polluted stream

of consciousness meanderin one of errs the other day

likely up by the waste of good stone in some so called circle

I think thats what that EVERYwhere common-as-muck book is about, 

lust for pretty things.... 

eats yer up from within...

but there's REAL books by real peeps like whom i am 

soon as i read it only a few years ago i knew what books is for...

to find yourself: total  irrelevant slightly thoughtful bloke gets new neighbour sees her on the landin' takes a fancy, in propper French manner, knows she will like boys or if having a phase still like boys just as much and respect them as necessarily evil, and part of real life....

anyway nice cups of espresso ensue...

but shock horror innocent naive bloke encounters some evidence that in actual fact she's a tea leaf....nickin her own family's gold or purse...

" ohh god will i ever ever meet ANYone on the level...  i knew she was ok but it seems not and no way do i want to be around any dodgy loon  ex towny or towny as there are simple lines in life and thankfully i dont have some weird need half of em seem to do to tango over them lines... just for kicks or why?..."

Turns out spoiler alert  everybody naturally was rather miffed at her the maybe nicker...  and he went through such a wonderfully philosophic time pondering his 'love' vs authenticity...

he needn't have as all along she was innocent entirely...

some back of the sofa nicked it instead or whatever second i met him thats me....

Anyway i'm not interested in fine old stories only those of now...

But then i should have gave her my speech that ive been giving nicely for a decade... but even Balzac that genius of true art, that takes you there and yes does have a tad of judginess to it  when he takes you right into his mind in a  standard human way 

as humans are standard even New New New Labour seem to be realising that at last even if it won't work as there's a whole massive INDUSTRY (see third sector audio waffle)  based on the labels the newwords that are as meaningless....all of it

(capital i didnt know:  Totty twinned with Narnia [sic]   well i did, but didnt know how the whole region of course attracts the acolytes sub species hamngers on...like flies attracted to a turd..scrappin over that particularly sweet LOOKing dribble off the crumbplate...nothing to do with me but its always eventually good to know who one is or what the real so called 'people' is)

Anyway there we are three years ago

" i'm bulletproof..."

well OBViously nobody is entirely but you can't tell em ....any of them..... even her, an actual proveable truth, i bet still:

" as i was a propper parent genuinely respecting the innate frequency and naturane faeryness and pixiness ness and mystical shmaniac Shakti within, of my kid 100%, i would give her POWER  - the real version, unlike thefake faerying about at these new woodland schools as their parents are too busy buying competitive yoga mats,  to get their kids to read books... so yes kiddo even at the pub for early dinner... and get her to read out the last few pages of WAtership down in public knowing exactly what always would be occurin' " hahh hahh LOOK at my mad bad baldy of a dad blubbing...you can see the tears welling up LOOK!.... blubbing ....at a silly story about bunnies and Fu Inle faking interest in one just about to expire from the mixi...... god how pathetic!"

"But other than some minor occasional ' ohh yet another one..'...and appropriate feelings sometimes.., yes i am bulletproof this is something you EARN if you fight a bit of a fight and no English woman ever ever ever even wants to have a second cuppa with anyone who has been a bit of an actual 'warrior' as you pretend you are too... thats not important but...  ohh please not you too......"

unfortunately i didnt give the standard speech of ten years starting around 2010...would it have made any dif?

"luv....  right i am a scribe+ i sit for days sometimes with those going to courts about domestic issues such as wars over kids etc... these are in the civil courts which work on paper representation... i would write down for them their STORIES which is what lore is based on...  as they couldnt even think about who they were any more so i spent a few days with each teasing out who they were... for their story... so they can protect their OWN kids possibly under threat of removal... for a huge commission in someones back pocket one day down the road....  from some private orphanage or the like.... 

" luv [at first only the f.s the men caught up about 5ish years later]  since around 2008ish EVERY single litigant going to court DEMANDS that their story is mainly or in fact ONLY about how HE has serious 'control' issues...  every single one.... poor judges they must get so bored of every single statement saying exactly the same....  and then the blokes caught up and now both sides endlessly going to great lengths about the 'control' issues of the other side...  and then from around i dunno as i started serious online use of online about injustice via the 2006 test case but saw it perverted so i gave up... around maybe 2015ish every single person started to accuse every other person of 'narcissism'...  like everyone...

" now never mind a great strategy,  if we didnt use the n word at all and told the judgie about when you have managed to compromise and how fabulous your kid IS despite you.... maybe judgie may find it ...different...interesting... indeed even LIKE you which is wot lore is about dont be fooled by the word 'justice'...

" ehh if EVERY single person in YUK is accusing every other single person of being a 'narcissist' well doesnt it all kindof cancel itself out.... ? ..like lets find something to talk about we can DO something about...maybe..??"

nope silly me i should have at least tried

But then i didn't know that in fact my slightly exaggerated speechifying lines above - only to help peeps actually WIN court battles they said they wanted to win often with tears in their eyes..(was maybe at least 75%  - 'control' then 'narc' ).. from early 2010s...

was actually 100% correct in that it seems every single person in this whole Penninsula does indeed think almost everyone else they may speak with not merely shallow bs speak.. they are a "narcissist"

It makes me smile inside as i attempt a mental whispered game of " hmm...how long will she last out before using it..?"

so i understand how even a good to fine mind was polluted indeed drowned in the shit in her own shitcreek - figuratively speaking

And as per last or last but one audio no immo ever ever had power til second gen to say anything real  - critique fully their adopted sociuety, as Mister Naipaul explained most beautifully in Bendy River 

which is sad because the first line " and before you say anything about us UK should be before us in the queue at The Hague.."  about 3/4 of the world does also know is true  

And how the F35s over GAza still were kept tickin over with UK 'logistical' support...euphemism for some bloke in a houseboat probably offshore even ... brokering the arms most to scaredy cat, slithery.... to actually direct market them ... the Middle Men of the Mil Ind Comp thats UK...

but i bet it has never been repeated to anyone else.

Anyway such a hard word....  especially if one has just become surreally absurdist commentatin' on billions of vids with nowt ever to say so not 'join em' just....

i don't know but all that matters

is even a badger baiter can become an 'honoured' Member of the Badger Exterminatrixes, too  

but once ok art ....which shows how Mister 'God', 

the hand of god

In fact pretty much only his hand

No fancy settin' fire to his axe with lighter fluid no fancy anythin just stood upright unsmiling likely in junky withdrawals...

didnt really TRY!

and no cameraman even tried to film his face - nothing to see just an axeman doing his job....... 

and thus is perhaps a good record of how That Sublime kindof gets invented 

no not by MBE him.... 

turncoat .. toady...

but the first time maybe ever someone just ..  without trying just let them ferkin angels be in the orchestra alongside hidden behind the 'gear' too.........and just.... 

well there are no words for trusting in the 'moment' to deliver some...thing... perfect