should really be called how to fix our persona ...the hard way - as that's the only one there is.

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Doing the 'work' - yours clearly didn't. Free gonzo postdoc expert therapy counselling; don't "DM me for change", that doesn't work either. Nor did Mister Peterson's just look at his sadlymad lass.

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/doing-the-work-yours-clearly-didnt?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

add to above Dr Jonathan Miller https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Millerthe self pitying anti-intellectual broadcaster essentially genocidere with his arrogant  dangerous broadcasting on HIS mental wonkiness.... mentioned within ... you see i usually remember the little Missed bits. (that's what being ;cured' means.

Ohh yes and add to the 'purpose' list having a shitty little 11 month old laptop by a major brand that is as deviantly mad and defective as Mister thattoo

BUT it never gets to me the nowadays struggle to just get even chrome to behave itself never mind a mouse or keyboard to cooperate with its truly Sickening MInd...

(excellent book on how the mind-body totality, is the only reality there is, but cannot be understood..) 

which means all so so many planned little bits and bobs for here are so behind the schedule an unfixed persona would be puffing and puffing about... as it's all i really care to do other than 50km a week p and down dale - a different route EVERY day no matter what rude and nasty suggestions she may say... behind ones back

If only they knew - they think they matter or one even gives any of them SWesterners a second thought except for one........ there i am second time now...up on my hill having a wonderfully zenned tidy up, bask in the sun. and for the second time but this time full on in my face..

From 300km away..

Amble into view The Badger killers.... or worse; buried alive by JCB...

Not libel nor defamation as i have it on my little protective device in his own aristocratic words...

I wonder if it's a sign...

If i could be bothered.

But once again: to be no longer bothered.  Again part of the 'purpose.. objective. That way when i do at last get around to collecting all that  digitals - reams of evocative film of funeral pyres...

I will have the fullest poise and grace to just perhaps turn it into some REAL-life real art... about the reality of these places of tourist postcard  (at a grand or two a pop) faux tranquility... 

doing the 'work' means you never even get slightly irked.. even at her ( her gait and indeed total persona a bit reminiscent of the last scene in the wonderful Don't look Up when the  dodgy spacebird bites someones head off..... ohh yes poor old Meryl whom they all want to look as sexy as at her age... but few can really manage... as that takes the ability to laugh at yourself, and mean it....anopther purpose of DOIN that ....work)

    * part of your therapytoo... indeed you will be shovelled even more free free free how to survive an Alan Watts superfan wisdom  therapeutically as it hasn't worked on y'all and you don't even know you are a skinflint mealy mouthed sociopath just takes rather than gives and your only hope is to be given SO SO much more to just take and 'use' for free with no payback ...  you'll be too busy addicted to me so some other nicer" human" may be saved from your unworked on taker persona ..or ality 

Righty ho ho..ho ho (the moral of the story Bea...ing don't get old and fat and scaredy cat*)

 To be sat in The Source central performance space

A knowing smile at last upon my face just how

I got it then  but had to see,

for myself just how absurdly twee

A neer six 'nalf quid  sherbet once every six months.  

only

No matter what...

Anyway there is of course an anti-kairos, even if there's no yin, yang or silly Indian stone age Mr and Mrs somehow complete innate opposites in some or other oppositional innately divine force of nature,  "complete" ing each other into one complete load of hogwash

 There is however a "time to die"  - kairos meaningall of Ecclesiastes three in one word.... but i guess the good bits, like time to  sow and rape oops reap what nobody would bother sewing for you (even when offered via a cuppa strong black) so fix it yourself...

But fuck me to find THE fastest signal ever  - a fifth of a gigabyte in a minute, just aside the greatest atchin tan ever in this whole pestilent aisle...

 (aside enough not really to be a Blott on My Landscape... they couldnt make truly great "warrior" material like that, witha  superb soundtrack, too... even in huffy  rather homoerotic marchin' song Serbia )

Just  when i no longer need it really ever... 

Except to gradually bit by bit or rather byte... 

 eg the magnificent Anthony in his bathchair... and the red haired ultra gibber... who gave me the word 'gibber' 

not even begun yet to bring them to life.

Anyway indeed anything from the last month of zero pintrest 

not even  the best

preserved oldish thing can go and henpeck someone elses wing

Zero. 

Except the rather sweet once abused

Her story she MUST write... otherwise i chop the wood, all is good...

Just as old man Ralph once did, despite

(the look on his face 

at their endless disgrace

we just plodded on with the JOBS regardless of all "them" cadets from space)

* what was it "do not go gently into the night.." ehhh well before we get to that don't bowdlerise your once almost greatest line ever in all performance art

I sat and sighed.....

And will certainly sigh if ANY one in The Source  where i have been for a month, now.. thinks for one millisecond i have the slightest interest whatsoever ever in thir highjinks or dull samey existence..

In fact if you wish to know what won the race but lost the prize, about the fifth greatest great line ever means...

It is thistermorn, seeing: ahhahhhh... she did in fact reply,  despite the lowly rather squalid Miss Information or assumptive thinkin' i would bother to ever trudge up to her rather barred gate  again....  on foot aa " 'prowlin"

unless i was onto a sure thing... diesel costs money

but of course not one knows the meanin' of apology....

 but that's them..me.... i even forgot the one  maybe desired inbox unread

i got actual alive and vital  beauty all around rather that that as good as dead

Righty ho ho in perfect femenine position, 

and situation

to weave the jumper

of this colourless nation.

LAST region...only

well last two as her sad little ketamine infested  swamp...

rivers prozac piss rubbish dump

Are just too ood as rather patinated exagerated nothing

to say ever via their art

so it may indeed be Up To Me

But only there... there's ten years of material to catch up with just there...

And the key to life here, is knowing there's nothing here

And thus none of that pesky very dangerous 'hope' upon which them Christnuts

parasitise...

Never mind the "wuwu" madness  

never owt behind glazen over eyes 

But i do have to just once go and see HQ 

Especially when Phoebe arrivin' Hay-on-toxicwye

"why Phoebs..  wont your four Trannies join with us four just-founded 2008ish, F O E?

" him...back in Tranny Central... says no, (solidarity).."

Poor little 32 year old thingumy from Your Party 

lastereve on  The Bush's little gifted tranny

Nobody told them, neigh MADE them

READ loads before ever speaking

and thus no rhetoric sane or even half good 'oracy':

would be, feet up on the interviewers table

pipe, roll up, or cheroot in the gob:

"ugghhhh same ole' ignorant question... everyone knows

for hundreds of years...  Che .. and Fidel... .. Gren Party Greenpeace Friends of the Earth...

the left always bickers like rats [not smart enough to be ferrits] in a sac

trips up, besmirches, stabs in the back...

it's just the way of the world....they dont have the knack

like the Conservative lot seem to know by default

take that Wye River, a toxic sludge

because of Messianic INsolidarity.. 

their ego's wont budge....

Each and every atomised one has the one and only unique, knowledge..

Not ferkin rocket science

unless for thirty five years, we have only dumbed down

Righty righty...ho ho ho

 I must return, back i go

To Ralph...now He 

so long dead, and his woodland garden untended

I saw that summer

after relinkin uip with the junkie nurse, my once total Queen

 upon that High Horseshoe pass.

The fires ragin' as if made for that day

her 'n I in err kitchen:

thirty seven years it had taken to get to that "presence"

Just to hear her squawk 

to her drugdealin' mate

 " bloody man ...  off on his bloody hillside walk.."

why YOUR whorespittles and especially her

Countess of shopaholic Chester

(senior SRN)

was oncce our goddessly mother hen

The Gtreatest Beauty, AND role model

content nowadays her patients only waddle

from invalid bed, to pill poppers dispensary.Never even venturin' out her doors

despite living next to fabulous Corwen Moors

And snidely naggin' at just one

who saw them there... her ...well i did once care

But in her motor, off at last to find Ralph

I read aloud the Borrow 

as to why, ok ancient history

but the then-Welsh sure had good reason to be full of all that self pity

The MArcher Lords of way back then

starved their Welsh tenants; 

no moaning hype, only the finest landloping journalism:

The reality around me, from the mouths of "them"

there; when he wasn't in the pub performin all snotty

chattin' up the local simple lass totty.

Anyway what a finest day

(then at his garden home)

despite her nursing moan moan moan

yes i must go back also to Ralph on the pod

A year and half back some waffled stuff quite good

About what is that elusive place "happy"

Because so much in fact happens on the never ending Oddesseyan quest

i've clear forgot, which version is best

Then, or now....

I'm with Ralph in his perfect woodlander home

I wasn't even lookin' for!

Biut yesterday news at early

And yesterdawn was the VERY last day

Item one the  silly old man

Robert P's kind of customer ... 

'trafficked' young newmeat just up the road

that last story to be told

But as if right on cue

ITEM NUMBER TWO

Them marchin labia...

(so they say: some walked many dozens of  miles)

To FIGHT loyally in solidarity, for  a less corrupt Serbia!

What a ferkin superb example

Here its all.... i mean here this pestilent Peninsula

 some tie died tomtoms,  perhaps you can sample

However....

None of it matters, 

(ohh yes celebrity hillwalkin they all think they are, with their fanciest madhat India /na Jones attire

 but at last i met a REAL one sings in my HOME choir:

" yes i knew him.... that Pilger, J... standards have never been any higher"

All links and infills later

as or this morning, now

   

 :

    

 

 

 

Well i never...

 ..read any message until the best time of day

well slept as always, each dawn and sunray

disinfects the last of their fears, fittin' Nolde

Even if i never quite knew

Was she happy or sad that lady in blue

But i do know what's behind the mask

of them all, of the past.

Except The Mong

with child now i read

Ten more of her needed, get goin' FAST breed 

ahh after all o' that

 malarkey palaver or even walkin away

I got back there at last to that 

perefect moment upon her beach

Lay lady from Cheltenham Ladies

gibberin' endlessly, and even out of his Blue Ensign reach

Never mind wastin' my very precious time

All 3671/2 hours of it

" so will you accuse metoo with your numerical  avengeance?

seek recompense"

" nope yer all the same, i seek merely the meanin' of life

or at least the patterns sent down from above to tease"

.... and at last i got it

Scarlet...i mean fuck the whole of Ireland

 makin as if some magic wand

will wipe out their lovely Magdelena laund...eries...

As in Radio 4 'tother day eulagisin

the finest ever of heroic wimmin

But when you hear the slightest pluck

of an actual Goddess, all the rest [censored, bad luck]

 ON her glorious one 

ignoring the seaweed dead from the shitpipe just along

And immediately just KNOW.... before even really herd

The only one worth callin a "bird"

As they fly so skillfully

autopilot, no need to workshop even if free

 

BUt what is the link?

Their dull samey metaphor

ohh yes if i die he LEFT OUT the "whore"

from almost the greatest ever song

" undoin'..." or the converse

copied from him

bloody hell shoe laces...how dreadfully drole

 artless and hairless

(so don't they get cold?)

ask me there's only one real metaphoric 

al victory

to get one fixed

all hairy again, naturally

(shaving's for girlies about seventeen

a Princely hand worth two if full bush

souvenir plucking or hotties on flush

the point being that every single word of every single moan is wrong

only an older one happy IN her skin

in ANY way is even take-a-second look-at-me ably

desirable or even worth

a look

the rest mere...

to be cont

but i wouldn't have anything to do with either who has time to waste on shoe laces

  nor a cafe - my first sojourn for any a month

that tells me what to do on MY private table

quietly as always tapping away 

 at £3.30 a cup... of insipid witchy sheepmuck )

But all that just to predict..... 

soon

Tomorrow late afternoon

Now, 'Eck you Heartless man

 I've found the Second one ...

In this heartless den yes tonight

I wasn't looking

And stopped my stare

 God no ferkin maidens fair

But then in on  most confusED year

The "change" you can actually hear.

THe Mong todya she's been told

"If you're to breed you must never lose

daddy's good advice: no not 'im Ragghead

but a last of mine species advice:

ALWAYS DO what  comes out thine gob

or elase for life you;ll create a slob

wallowin' inocently

in nuthin' but self pity

rightly

But at logest long last

I know today what REAL poetry 

Meands Beelived

 i dont care if my messagin' makes 'em lived or is that livved

(sat here in candelight

 the stolen toorch went and just died

dead'. like she will be if she dont take my advice:

never not mean what you auto-say

to make you see so nice ...that particular day

that just may have consequence for child 

for ever  and a fuckin lost and lonely day

righty ho

off we go

But these silly my god The Source 

about as hearse 

 as you can get - never even alive. 

Wouldn't even for a second understand:

untttt ttut tt tuttttt til you AWLAYS men what you say

keep the coil in or don't Lay Ldy Lay

 Oh my god....

even if he is cancelled too

A library of First Edition Crowleigh

Janes private schoolboy

fucked uparistotoo

(HOW on earth did them goddesslys conspire to 

deliver her unto evil, her evil 

personfix

those poor Hllocausten suffocatix baby brox

this very end times day?

i have nuthin' else to say

except not even the very fine newfound writer

doesnt get it teither

every bit of endless sadness, Sadducees 

and Pharisees...

is merely Kenny's Ticler Stick

There to make you laugh

or provide truly sublimest time immemorial content

if you must.

And because you CAN

is only reason

 

OMG as the bimbiles say....

 Just when at last..

I have a 'working definition' (as therapy so as to always beecentred)

of their go-to buzzword

"narcissism" you are accused of just for being actually "bulletproof"

And i am king of all around

(nope not Jesus ive just been told he now has a shop in their shmaniac supermarket, even if in the first draft rit thisterglorious summer it was 'snake oil supermarket', Glastonbury)

to have beaten her in a duel yesterday..immediately...as soon as false alegations began suggesting she was an original REAL woman of Greenham Common she will think i didn't noticed it became rather second draft, amended,  very soon "well i popped there once a week with cake for the wimmin"

 King... i had them staring at me for hat reasons rather than the usual not wearing of their compulsory costume..

...out of the Blue

With her royal gait

comes the couple, whom invented badger-hate

Extiction Rebels to look the part

THEIR farmerly market rich bitch stall

Placards and postcards "save it ALL"

funny that when a few years later Rob tells my chronicling machine up on "them" hills 

" ehh well maybe there was one left in there burried alive

"but the rest well we checked to see if they were home...

nope all long gone..."

which is very strange and proof of magical powers

As i can track, especially her bigfoot footsteps...

not a sight or sound....

All of them Watership Brocks....still snug underground

Their last 'sanctuary' found

when THEIR JCBs came and buried them alive

ten, twenty..maybe thirty  five

(shetoo like Mothtoo must take all of the flack

as i know their false words were shared in the sac)

Hahhh hahhh... The Source....

This time i need not hide....

as https://dilettanteenvironmentalism.blogspot.com/ 

had to heart in mouth until i was gone)

her (LA actual Grande Belazza) skirts are "svelte" but wide enough for as to protect me and 'hide'

in plain man site

All day and tonight.

Righty ho....

 NO more 'content';  even if i love the endless Odyssey to nowhere,

as being nobody nowhere is the only actual 'zen' there is

As Herman told us so wisely

(maybe it was using two semicolons in her fanmail that caused inner inzennity

at very complimentary, nobody, me

is that the right way of puttin' the opposite of their so so advertorially preached 

opposite of what their pictures say:  insecurity)

which of course means

they wouldn't even understand, Stevie's perfect prose

no idea what  on earth she once meant

by "doin up the laces"

couldv been rit at the epicentre of the hurricane! An actually dangerous one tie down your tin roofs and do em up well

thisterregion

in "i don't wanna be a cleanin' lady" Source of it ALL, hell...

For which of course they would do ANYthing....

Not to Bee

How Sid knew was the actual "work"  so as to have "centred" pure zen serenity

Always

 

hahhh hahhh...

 IT - blogger stats.... rightfully denies you even EXIST

too.... the only intelligent technical artifice

says thirty five lost and silent sheep

at breakfast in here peep

... when refresh it, distrust it,  and now it says several hundred scurryin' mice

there  - hrere, stealin' my crumbs 

discarded here for.... well go and watch soe Italians and their penchant for bums

 I a sure that's your only pleasure

and wouldn't even recognise my big chest of treasure

right i have real work to do now making some sense of the impossible

Now...

 as i said to her

also able to write without forcing the first idea of what she's on about

up some so called reader's nosey snout

" only when we have lived a full on death

and accepted it in all it's  dullness to that very final breath

can we actually start to live.."

i thought rather good for a pathetic little tramp, only love left to give

(the rest havin' stolen every last  retained and beloved children's toy 

and tried to nick even  simplest daily joy

with their selfharmin' mixed up indignity 

as to employ a MAN to fix your messed up roost

'man management' means he must find a way into they detritus

and bring peace and harmony 

method in his madness, go make that promised  fuckin toast

leave me alone i shall fix your  messed up nest

and shut up, management experts know its time to be merely pious)

 

yes, die... a many deaths

every dullest afternoon

But each and every dawn... rise afresh

(ohh god what did you do to me  Missey  Doone)

god i forgot why i opened up again

the rule of now is that when you do

it vanishes.. disappears... so get soe actual poetry into the ears

dished out like that perfect stew..

ohh yes.... Little Miss Sadeyed..... 

of "them" highlands, too

"well bully for it, assumption 

and unknowabale mental liquid gumption

scrubbin out all great info on how to be 'human'

such as Kramp red oxide primer for the rust

and the greatest writer of all

the last century

... even i too effete 'n fay:

leave this socialist self pityin' crap for another day

But he never even knew.... cos ee died to quick

oops gettin carried away, and too much 'space'

between that one so Missussed word 'human'

And god what must she have felt

at her daddy's corpse and its success

What on earth must have been daily in the actual heart

of the one loyalest daughter ever extant, Kathleen Noonan

But note to self...

 To have found a man-of-the-book

in this little pestilent dumpsville botox filled Source place

"Nothing could wipe the actual REAL smile off of my face"

"seeing it upon your shelf

""pray tell me sir does it sell?

surely not, i mean it attacketh all of "them"

and their paucity of ;human; being

wealth"

 

The smile on his face unlike every prior

unread bookman, at last one real MAN

who knows what literature, is for...

attacking  especially his own, not very merry

Waitrose bagged, bejowled and  saggy,  fayre 

FREE "bulletproof" actual real life "therapy" ...that"work"ssssss

 " hahhh hahhh zut alors..... them blokes over there... ask them if they'tve done the "work"

and they'll think youre all beserk....

But one must define

what makes "them" all so sickly supine:

she got it in my damwnly missive

(" ahhahhh 'damaged "birds" are dangerous, as they know they can SIRvive..... "

And so three years to the day

My ohh my had i had a mind then

I would have used it knowing there's simply no day when

The impossible may happen:

A put down from not ONLY the grandest belazza...(or is it issma?)

Merely to keep my hand in

out of boredom, at their lonely hills side only fandom

is themselves following themselves  on their own insta

gram

of lies and deceit

what a treat

To awake at dan and as per usual "human" schedule

yawn yawn what came in lastereve

i NEVEr look at what cannot change my next twelve hours

revelling in "£them" heavenly powers

to cause actual interest, in her moody blues

SO today is THE END!

No more content

All wasted time spent

Upon achieving the purest real-life  zen

"well fuck her then..... but she does owe YOU bit of an apology

to jumpin to such a pridifilled assumption, about you AND me...

hahh hahh and not even a second thought

"shame.... the one GREAT hilltop artiste..

to rhyme with yeast.... 

cloggin' up where it will indeed hurt

if it aint used regularly, for what their dodgy 'god'  dserves...

while "them" Italians (so says pornhub) only decree it, 

gets a like, or a great big load

up the bum

. 

" but... he may well have the worst of pedigrees

Only LA Grande Belazza's dad...  serves a dish as perfect as your kedgeree.."

i ean what Micael Angeloan genuis

is that - i have no battery to even think

lid open, 30 mins left,  and no time to blink

just type what comes from who knows where

But MAKE the time to 'stop and stare..'

to quote the GREAT welshan (only one)

and her viscious putdown: i don't care

but to kindof rhyme kedgree

 with his dodgiest pedigree

Lord MAd'n  BAd i do mean

a so called poet, they all did swoon

even his sis, " i cant wait til the next full moon"

"NOW" or never, 

take me in bracken or upon the sublime heather"

pre fuckin cisely...

THE end ...now

 if i can get bulletproofing therapy

into a few chapters

maximum three

(most they can manage between FAkebook posts

still tuggin' with their sanity)

I shall be as rich as even the ex Mrs Einstein

(i had to laugh, what a right Charlie!)

i believe thats a sex, positively neutral name

But her lawyers Wrath Wrath and Moor

 and cash register dreams,  wont be playin' no game

Anyway all i could never ever be

For i so sadeyed Lowlander fro Hatecreek 

on "them" unloved shitpipe  shores

" i want a man who can write poetry!"

" not me luv, i an a serious thinkin

actual philosopher, and 'maker' of failed community"

 

But love is, in all its maliciously Machiavelian terms:

and condition, 

well i shall embaress myself myself for three years

writing shit stuff, until the just a bit less shit

miraculously comes, and you were merely the ignition

But don't think banana boats aren't full of unplugged holes

and wet ragged fixin jobs, 

and yes bloody (excelent) prose

This land,  not  Emir's rather too surreal for his own good

or yours....

Once had a song still today

"what on EARTH is it about.... why did he kill a man

put the gun against his inter generationally traumatised  head...

one cannot about what they wrote think or say

But it worked as clear as day 

follows night

and gave me a real shock: beware, this thing called life,

well you gotta one day get it right

And nobody even noticed 

which way within his taught stretched Jane Fondling leotard

which way he dresssed

or if pretty boy  Bri made him hard

fifty years...wow....

Right im ready, now...

even if that One DAy...

cyclin 50 miles in my wellies in the Scottish Highlands....

wireless on all day in tinny little earphones

(fascist aristo landowner badlands)

well it is only yesters

and   i knew theres just no way

I last until today

So all their selkies, mermaids, garden gnomes and miscellaneous elven shamaniacting was as if perfectly harnessed, on cue... kairos

 UP unplanned in the truly best hilltop atch

THE growlers lashin the roof with hail and thunder

as if Thor he/her/'#"the"self was insulted and her thorny pride

(as usual from bein' too fussy about a possible "match" to quote the one real woman goddess)

 from even the very most perfect compliment

she must hide.

The lightning - thrashing all about  stagelighting every  tree 

(in fact her in charge  with her actuall REAL thrilling positive

[[r is it negative] electrical energy

so theyre all just jealous)

a vicious (frightened disturbed from its well earned sleep)

actual serpent,  

"awoken" by the improprietorial affront

" how dare he think he's gonna get a sniff of my ..[ what rhymes with affront?.. hmmm to finness later on]

As if on perfect cue

Three years to the hour 

"me me....owwwww " 

But this time... this put down

Only made me smile

That's what you call doing the "work"

Or indeed "community" 

in avin' it done 

to one

for free

  

well fifty years old today..

and no one cared....which way his leotard, swung....

Well the other lot, don't know what

  don't know what 

they will be mmissin

midsummer

thisterone

four thousand mentally retarded

readers per diem, here 

nothing summmery or sunshiney to do

so voyeuristically noseyparkerin  here

all their shallow irrelevant  

cheapskate, clickin' my great work

but if they knew the real truths, of then

and now

they'd piss emselves even more beserk

thirty five it says, only, all day: lowest EVER

Anyone left, clap clap aren't you clever

as it's only just begun

The real version, strap on and do have fun

Freebasers, two facers i dont care

There's a  'zone' a real one,  

but it has to be also lived, 

so close to death, neigh 

as close in to,  as the whisper of a  breath of a hair

Eckheart wouldn't know

he's only the internet Now to infect

... messy mad uncontrolable life,

 always best, and no superest intelligent AI

could next-word  parrot or predict.

Especially that NOT being known or read

is as nice and quiet and TRULY creative for the soul as bein' dead

one is free.

Righty ho now anyone 'payin attention' ( a Sam Harris auto-smarmass

phrase)

 may have noticed something:

if "hate" does not exist,

then nor does her 'Hatesville'

(uggh those little emojiis pretendin'  prayers)

I shall have to come back to another day.

The sequence bit me in the bum and got very very angry!

It never DOES anythin' ever

physically, until i got happy with a tree.

But that's all nothing interesting.

All the rest is actually something

I doubt even ... Mister Woodlanders himself

Could have imagined: a whole saddest book ever

off the shelf.

Soon.

Meanwhile hedgehogs have to be saved or at least tucked up nicely 

in case of a Beast from her East

..

But a far more important "quiet" ...now a whole region of atches nicely in place

a whole winter's worth

even if the so called readers so tight it's a disgrace

Every day way before dawn, unbothered, undisturbed,  by man or motor

off we go...

soon.

So, there woz only ever one enemy..

 He'd poisoned Madeleine with his 'weeping' and moanin' at his pitiful so called River

Piedra  sound like one those rediculous PAstine Mermaids would go 'wild' swimmin'

in when real country men and their babe swam in a river all summer long, quite contented

before their aqbundantly plenishy term was ever invented

(oohhh the dip i took lastereve  designed to be at bat flyin time

a real hard man's workaday...

 backbone never supine

despite the shiver down it.... 

"well i met her high up upon their very underwhelming moor

seeing her sylvan form and scrawny whippets

some bloody Greatest beauty.... 

i did miss one heartbeat, but 'them' dogs not for me...

i did thoughtbubble jimmy and his crickets

i mean you can't make this up,

but ... hmmm artists not one down here worth their truck

and kindof  having enquired learningly

let it pass, no such luck

But then.... hmm a van....and a skinny one.... who IS she..?

"ahhahhh the gitl from the cleanin' babe song...

as high maintenace, type A, whippet persona no doubt, too...

thinks no one could be her match...

But i guess if twas a cold winter then i may need a warmin'....ruck

sack, of fine older bones to light the fire inside, with

some of the time...

And then, ok what's her handle

just in case i run out of candle....

..... (having assed the direst art, 

the usual  prostitution pastiche feyest load of dumbed down dross,

seaside  sickness, fingerjabbin's of one or other tart

callin' 'emself artiste...... based only on a wallet fat enough

to afford, once...a workshop at five hundred quid and a boit of a cliff edge ponce

around pain brush in hand

not even a fairy and her REAL magic wand 

could transform their lack of art, passion, heart and hate

into a pissy little 100 quids worth of farmers gate

saying something real and performance art

and a fabulous alive, neigh all of life,  chat like our first encounter

("ehh heyyy up, fayre maiden,  i think ive just trespassed through your feypeep place...tell me prey what is it this strangely  sublimish hilltop colony.... " 

"hmmm i wonder what the website counter

says about her popularity....

because fuck me up it with 'BASILlllll!!!!!!!!' s most homoerotic special brush

"when i saw her paintings, too.... 

my heart skipped a beat, this time times two"

Anyway who was that enemy?

Bad slan unthought just start 'n type

bad poetry just cannot stop

Even if six quid a loaf in her shop

"me i learned to be as good as commie

thats how you stay ..happy"

Oh yes did i say

THE lady from the cleranin' lady song

hahh hahh up to the beginnin'

Mister 'go find the other better guru the OTHER side of the hill

and then you won't need your suburban or London happy-pill

go to hell, 

Senor Coelho

I know what rivers are really for....

" met my match"

fires need to be set by a real... 

man's atch,

And there's one just by her hilltopen 'private' gate

 hmmm ... good job i don't believe in signs

yet more voodoo masturbatory, self hate

But you do know, when....

kairos comes and bites you on your bun

now and again.

 

   

now.... The bloody bleedin' sequence...

 zen-mindful actual living in the NOW

is all my life i keep very accurate notepads

nope not their desperate need for ADHD

 tickets(to what?!?   there's no cash left that was all spent on rainboygirl lanyards

or uniforms for the Nutzi trust trust me) 

Being on the same SIMPLE pathway...twenty years maybe twenty three

i know what metafizzies are - merely a demand to tell "them" stories

for the next gen down, yess, zee

but the true ones not shamaniac fantasy

yes mindful centredness peace and harmony

is knowing a few years back nope no time any more

to keep notes about sequenced chronicles, for  Proustian speedy stuff

or Youtube tv

so, let go'!

no longer fret....

.. maybe i will recall it all

maybe  not, or not yet...

TRUST indeed.. Proust on speed even if puritanically mind altering drug free

Even lastereve i was considerin' a celebratory once a year pint

Nope..i have my loyalty 

a perefectly clear mind, today at half past three

(better signal for bigjobs then)

But time now to get back to only the pen

between thrust of HER sword...

The one true "warrior" ...wants to get, "them"

And i already know it's going to work...

Her mumtoo rejected her.

As good as chucked her as a baby in the bin...

But she rose above it....  what a ferkin up-yer-bum:

"you're kiddin! same awful self pityin' name as mine..."

I think....we are on exactly the same page

And what a sexy one .. ten years tounger than your so called age!

Which only comes from one tyhing....no not yogic mindful centred zen

Her wish to kindof get even with "them"

But ohh woe is me... the birds, and the one bee

left... SHARED 'CAUSE' shared oppression, shared knowin' who is to blame

 ten days ago

BUT SEE BELOW*

...exactly, as if mainlined into her, from me

Is paradise, rather than the rotten seasalt spattered art by her needy sea.

 There is only one perfect way to be:

shared purpose, yes to save each and every bee.

That will never be traceable, back to her guru, 

little ole me

note to self taken at THE SOURCE 5 days ago...

rememberance of things future: no hope

when she's so rude... 

but then she brought me here unbeknownst to me

Now, today and all three years ago, unknown, then... tee hee

righty ho now.... this ubiquitous not-lingua Franca, 

but stealing ALL the words

for PR or as a lonely wanker

 

How to be however ever immune

The greatest dramatic culture ever:

for the love of a goodun' .. youngstress, Doone.

Right that really is the end 

Even if a few days ago to go with the big fat vid one before last

But i can't remember what written

or why, not reread i have to jot so fast

  

BUt don't need to, as its all the dull same

precious ... 

lot that ruined the great game

Never mind most of the landtoo..

no more two-per-woodburner

London financialised and monoculturally raped

"them" "birds",  once habitat

As to thrive on the land - sallscale

Always takes at least two...

(no matter what)

Anyway i have all the sequence in my head.... back to MArch next, thats after about ten more like this ...all only for 'Agent Zed'

ohh yes that impossible fix next too

That one to temporarily legalise me and you

(i know she wont be able to keep out her nose.... 

and realised by now, not "love" 

just wasting time... between thornBush  in that land of The Rose...)

 

.

Now....there is a sequence.

two years ago meeting the ONLY 'artist' i have ever had the pleasure to meet - being true artists make it ONLY about the  

ugghhhh... if you think, like the so called builders, the so called IT engineers an EVER make anything that works, you are nuts...being blogger dotcom owned by Oggle has been fairly stable for 15 years...

meaning it aint broke don't fix it or ever UPDATE it...

but nohhh.... being it's random, if it does a standard function or not such as search my own pages in this user interferkin face as two faced as the gibbers of PAstyshire....

there is a 'page' here called "the artist" which in fact is the second coming  into his fine ACTUAL 'art' 'space' where we 'held' it any an hour talking about real art..

THE ARTIST

https://www.ralphschism.com/2024/09/the-artist.html

but search these pages here internally you may as well have told the so called superinteligence to be, to know one REAl thing, about me..

or you especially if it has done its 'learnings' on your FAkebook 

Anyway the magnificent Peterjachapman. com  the only REAL artist of these pestilent places

 upon meeting... "now...i see your Dali on drugs stuff, Picasso on viagra....  you have a short poem or paragraph to EXPLAIN them... in Montypythonese or even Sybilese... 

i was always wondering for a decade plus as i have a decade plus of truly poignant REAL rural pictures....  pictures of what is NOT there such as they did NOT 'treegrab' the fallen tree that winter... and i knew that was the winter that everyone died, spiritually, metaphorically... then hyge piles of wood farmers would deliberately burn the moment JC The Second Helping was not elected, but with the largest ever Labour vote or doubled the membership......cos rural fascists arent STUPID they knew he was a danger and immediately even then went oto 'who the fuck do you think you are telling me i mustnt deliberately waste tons of wood up here in the hills'' here look i shall DOUBLE the amount i burn and waste just to piss you off.... and dont think we wont shoot him if he gets in withy his bicycle and allotment...'

 I have thousands of better-than-Don actually meaningful snaps...

But you will need a para or two...

And until i met PC the first coming of a half decent artist ever to PAstyshire...

I felt it would be effete and controlly to tell the browser what the fuck its about

I mean take this one of late - all imagery datestamped the last month are mere footnote or something ELSE ...

To remind me of all the so called "community" veg growing operations  almost always for some guru-bloke's PROPHET as theyre not stupid they divide 'profitable' sections off from 'charitable' trust veg patches...

but manage to get the same 'wwooff'ing slaves in to do both sides...or worse.... get slaves from the justice system to do their 'community payback' on their for-profit 

bits..

which is just business.

BUT the way over 15 years one... well I noticed...saw them objectifying sweaty busty young women in their PR   in their PR ..posterage " bring me out vulnerable hurt and generally ill....  so as to come and volunteer 30 hrs a week on our lovely land... and we wont mention the prophet......  and if you are a bloke  [ we wont mention generally twice as much brutal bang per unlawfully unpaid buck] there's LOADS of sweaty natural lookin' totty ....so much your cup will overfloweth with 'abundance'....all for free..."

UNless the male landowmer  has 'bagged' them first... then it gets right

sparky

SO yes the interweb of lying deceit certainly 'vulnerable' to every dodgy prophet from Berks..or   .

but that's soenoe else attempt to deceive (you)

ohh yes back to the only genius, soon...

But i a more of a genius at something else....for my 'art'

Soon

and soon it is all in place... three years of plannin'

(I didnt even need to look to see if the McCurach's had plannin'...

to build a new house in their inherited woods

despite bein' Extinction Rebellion number one performative regional do-good....errrrsss...

...it is not a good idea to have pulled the wool over my eyes...

As i see through all, and dont need a second

sight seen and snapped.

A true chronicle of rather a lot more than me....

Begins

soon

(it being so so much more battery usage o look up photos and  never even photoshop

or crop

... no time for that...

which makes it even more time consuming 

as i never MET anyone worth namin'

so as to get all shamin'

BUt there have to be a few real people identifiable i guess

though NEVER any place 

as all of it could be any pile

of London-on-Stepford in this sceptic aisle

rule: only if they take public cash,

but then thousands of public thumbs up and  fake smileys in 'networked' dopamine rich mined desperate need for attention,

can be monetised, too

Soon

SO.... Chelsea girl or not....

 That just one, in this weird ferkin ....

what IS it?!!!???

Well of course  i know...it's that one doorway...

where it all started....

MY ferkin "identity"

That is mine 'home' no matter 

what ... "augury" nutter

nonsense

as no-one knows

 

To hear one at last: 

" well lass when I've fixed it all  up for you...

"what with the rest of your life in this jolly organised workspace will you do?"

".... ehhh..... tine to declare, 

what none of the rest seem to ever dare....

" war...baby..."

Just like the MAN who..changed his mind....

Takes a man to do that.....

Now, as it's the threeyear day tomorrow

I've had enough.

Of bothering to be

the nice version....

.'tall began

 with one lovelorn madman

picking up his gun that day

when any sane man just walks away...

Anyway

three years now to work on

A socket at last

 in return for, her killing-floor to be  fixed ' n finished

And then....

A noblest cause, your future

my times past

ALL will be now sanely curated - indexed, bits filled in

 into far more poignant

Ten years of odd essay.

Certainly ended yesterday

In actual real 'mutual benefit' no users, real, "community".

But that this story of late

Just for me

 

Vudu childs..or babes in the woods

NOT ready for consumption YET 

I'm intellectually anti The-Herd chauvinist and "fake gurutoo" ...THE worst of intellectually IGNOR - ANT BRAINED ... chauvinism

oops

that big chunky one lives with this empty chunky one

 

The actual end times....

 where to die?

Never mind, why...

The source ohhhh my it becomes THe paradisical cycle to so called work...

 

of all time

after lastereve sat there in THE Woodlanders hollow...

riffing upon the worst music of ALL time to his so called neice..

who didn't know - that's the wonky uncle.. that brothers dont make up false allegators about 'medicine; a whole adult lifetime ago...

Anyway 'revenge' is not in my lexicon, but tellin their truth...is

especially when..(to be cont).. 

SO i have no pride as the next viedo exposition shall expose..hey..

And none of em know what the dawn is so be it....

But so quicjkly as the signal here requires as 0 years ago...up way before then sparrows..

for 10 gig

soon

meanwhile so so funny yesteraft....she got a little musical recommmendation into her busy beephone

as she said "what kind of impossible coincidence is that" 

And the only one i kindof rate was her buddy - bigtime..

who told me who i a

A protected fucking species!

Every so called DSM and identity disadvantage...

now real men were above any Orangeman or 2020 hysteria...

but to have discovered from a REAL one that i have the humour setting of his people of 'The Book'...indeed am one culturally, which is ALL there is...

Was paradise...

 

 But to eet his right hand babe...

And hear he was indeed a rave

and finest honourable onetoo

well i dont know...

Other than two conundra:

in one day.... well one certainly canknee say

especially as i had second sight two whole years ago, it will never stop

already them poor GAzans been up again all night

like every Englanderrr. i seem to ever meet

So one cannot even say Ive the belly

of the laughinm Jew...

But  far more ever twas thus

 the romantic fuss

I say what i mean and mean what i say

(" i never have and shall never dance with any other babe but you")

splendid sexy belly laugh Jew

or any other

But ohh brother

(OHHH BROTHERR agggghhhhhh,...)

Ive even been asked to go 

and, thistereve ... take partyion

dancin their  boring deviant

tango

There was only ever one REALO dance

And teacher

And is still Siouxsi so at it still....and doesnt moan and probably didnt even ...pause

Freedom ther&py

 &ll the w&y = we&re not even the s&me species...

it w&s the k&iros time 

So, he is so ugly, but not because of any immutable stuff...

Never mind true rt where one has absolutely no idea what trip she ws on, but it was  lngun windin' one

Now.....  that must be one of the weirdest spooky actions ever.. 

Never mind the worst song in history ever...yesterft

We ...well i ..wept

The zen of thisteregion

 ... i just don' t get it though i shall never make up  hyperbolic connection disorder especially for cash. Or clicks. 

Almost every single ' moment goes to some bleedin'  ideal plan A

Like almost like clockwork.

Never mind too many "spooky"  shivers down the spine at absurd coincidence ( only ever connected  to things written - 20 years ago i clocked that great big goddessly con, ultimate bloody slap inthe face with a common Carp.. being nobody ever reads andalso thinks/ retains any more....) 

meanwhile least i forget, in the great ' blame game' ... funny thing that  blaming Randy Andy for this that and the other too.... 

And as a  commie-republican always ( thats the unitarian variety)  ehhhh...  

and only sympathetic to Former Sovs that got on the wrong banana boat ...  even mine was bemused the day we awoke to the  beginning of IT ( which did not start with the Fakebook alogorithm, as all pipsqueek nobrainers like Jonathan Haidt can only recall and go back to .. rather than blaming the parents of before Fakebook times... ( as she did quite rightly )

so yes ... ehh no mater what they may say,  as even Christopher Foyle  inheritor of Foyles dodgy bookshop i worked for in the 80s had his offices wired for  sneaky eavesdropping on our every word ..in the mid 80s!

One just knows.... every word

spoke in her gaff... ssss

Especially over the blower ..

And one is quite sure that mi5  had fairly daily briefs of what's  in and out if his .. 

so yes the moment the people went mad, for an upchucking CheltenhamLady babe whom reaped what she sowed . .  and certainly not for " love" 

wrapped around a Parisian  concrete post, it

is the moment

... hold THE  presses!

how did i grab her by the reins and exchange phone numbers  before Start The Week time

Jesus ferk...

Its like a dream .   " come for hearty soup"  thisteraft

I dont want a " home"  especially so close to The Source...

..anyway watchin em go bonkers lining the London streets with croctears for the cameras  .. just after i imported my own  economic migrant 

nowt wrong with that...

.,so on the big national  blame game ...ehhhhmmm someone and his too-cheap  ten bedrooms never mind all that Grand Ole Dukeish naughty boyness....

ehhmmmmm didn't they have a mother hen landlord, who apart from being head if the 'household'  and phonetapping rooms, too.... 

if my memory serves ...she was also kind of  'responsible'  for .

. bigbossy one of the rest of the fetid underpant of a  nation, too....

I would bet a whole kingdom- my rather unlikely new one, on nobody ever  even suggesting  that that particular ..matriach.... may just  be responsible for one speck of dust on his shabby old boy's   stained  frock coat...

(note to self " why ONLY women havet he voice" .. so so overdue on that essay  many a time oralled and how they fight.. " patriach" this that and the other... as many times as EVERY single person overherd satermorn had something wrong with them .. 

often " complex"too .. 

As she with her nag laughed at ... WITH ..me

bellylaugh, too

hmmmm....

Candi..... sugar

 fake sugar ...

i may just have it but what's  this!!

thirty seven percentage points...

 21 of battery, left....

If only "them" Sourcites knew..

She saw  him, the right Charlie who performs leftiness 

for clix 'n fux 

though they deny both; and went nuts

hopefully "only for five minutes " to quote Percy

laptop actually on the coffee water pan warmin up  so as to riverflow every last electron as excitedly as possible....

oops forgot The Grace point: whitey got the problem!

i rarely forget owt

but mustn't forget 

she .. the only one ever mattered even if at last at The Source i met a sane one, ( you are right i GET it the Nutzis bosses of my ' social' housin... evict bully  and oppress their tennants in a SEEquence, of... the singles first ... god I never saw it before ! until you swooped downfrom Them hills and quietly suggested...our...''cause'... ) has to be told first:  I am a different species, its pk you really are FREE

wow i am 5% ahead of the equation 7 gb in 1 hr 30  

but so gently THE dance  as if tango between deaf and dumb and bling performers tiptoein to  save their every bunyon and his dodgy knee . ...  showoff  trussed up in black of course

but i cankneee quite get exactly the right terminology for the  other species....

just a name

the word

must ring if only pityfor " them" 

certainly not her as she got no prob .... maybe the unsquirts...

the ....

to be cont

as there are only three words that wintermatter" a warm week" 

thirty three percent...maybe

 maybe.....

laptop held close to hdeart to warm it up

even if the whole peeps are quite heartless

The Chronicle will reveal...

soon

But it's 'POSITIVE VIBES' or that should be in doubles as my ohh my the way they preach it and pray

note to self that prayer emoji

funny old world when even fine once-commies use it by default

 

well i know her mum doesn't want me arrested for chatting her up.... as she, mum, mucked in!

 ... this just to be a fool, actually segues on from the bottom of 

https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/10/emanuel-swedenborg-probably-beat-fox.html

which has just been massively added to just now eveningtime  with THE biggie...

And then a  load of others  - its all the same in fact i should ponder one title for all 5000 bits of clips and notes..

All the same always has been for twenty years....

(she even knew what a Yogi teabag label was - well he, Mr Yogi tea ... was a well known fraudulent gangbanger all sorts of dodgy stuff i only recently "ahhahhh i get it now" 'd...)

..

god WHY do i somehow always have my non vampire side showing, rather than the  normally incisored.. ...  ohh i know...cos i dont think i may look a fool, i know what i have actually done in life that isnt foolish...all that matters

End of this region for good now.... 

Even if yes the Source... but its a very large region and in fact the worst of all offensive offenders i certainly never will go back to... having at last unsought found her ugly mug..

VERY expensive workshops....

THIS IS not the 'end' end especially as i have missed out a much bigger fatter video   for now due battery issues as per norm...

But it will end soon.