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Now....generally, 99% of the time, it is such a 100% pleasure, to as i do often
such as yestermorn speak for at least an hour with even a halfbreed
half Iti.. half a nearBritolin land that grew up
woman
exactly lets get some life into this dead place
all of them endlessly warding it off
with wellness in an elitist space
(not her the halfy and her bloke)
" luv.... leave there's NO art left here....
take it from me .... La GRANDE...
no British film director would even know as Paulo for all his sexist piggery never featuring any babe as the one who does the piggery rather she only ever has it done to her.... but is given a free pass when theyre gathered on the Roman veranda and Jep does his greatest ever speech to him and his tribe, about how 'we're - thats me and you, no one else us intelligentsseers.... ALL so disgustin'ly decadent fuck off to the beach....
no British director could even dream of that scene rather blamin Kier, some longgone pa*do... or someone else....
even if this one in his greatest ever soundtrack, is me
as remedy
to all their Vespa nonsense
and high bourgeois fussymummy'sboy, pretence
and even them Yanks well... add this to the list too
they chuck mum down the bog good riddance to wonky rubbish... with love
and laughter
just not allowed in this land a performative infirmary.."
" yes so please let me write down... what was that first film again ohh about Beautiful.... ME !!! i love ...we need....your education...!"
the difference between a younger European and younger Brit
the latter would be taping you for the inevitable complaint and
some other shit
for brains long gone to Furbie heaven
so i dont care about the default conspiracy theorising
if it were in any way accurate, but everything became " ohh those loony Europeans theyre lost to woke insanity.... we must never again be friend or even ally" copyright poor Nigel... and his swivelleyed family
(and even my once schooldays sanest best friend...talk about tragedy)
Nobody told Nige
Last week Macron wrote a letter to every single twenty nine year old Froglet, no exceptions
no bothering to have safe spaces between the lines - lacunas, for certain feelings...
" .. please remember before its too late..its maybe even your duty.... never mind how you keep the reaper from your front gate...BREED... l'amour. comme les cheins even if you must...get it the fuck ON....breeding is best "
In Britolin on the wireless half the morning
"every single schoolkid, even nine year old
must be given a 'safe' secret space away from mum and dad
where... they will be safely supported to change
into what they never were, and can never be...
maybe even furrie
and if they need support with the chemical castration, one day we'll be there for thattoo"
now which people went conspiracy theory Big sister; into only ever inhumanity ?
And poor Nige his hands rhetorically tied, by his eyes swivelling wrong way, even married to one from Germany
righty ho now even if the worst performative presentation in history all i know is one thing that apart from the fact that i only VERY rarely give my website (the other one, first ) to anyone - like i have to really think they are sound and sane and also WISE, and that's very rare! is that i have never known or spent time among a 'people' who are so utterly lost to every single person has something wrong with them or defines themselves NEGATIVELY by something they say negative was in their past... its all performative
poor poor me...
thats the ubiquitous identity
Excepting Ms Special hat
so there's no point in any polemic
or i can TRUMP your epidemic
of... well its just cant and vanity
A kid who breeds her own ferrits and ends up 2009 as JUDGE in underclasses at the supreme ferret championships after winning it
and then never even SEES her animals ever again including massive zoo of rescued hedgies, ducks hens loadsa buns....
her own hard trained pony
(oh yes they all get the proper job even the lying mad illusionistas rip off thieves, this one fifty years ago " look at that gate done proper by dad and old man Ralph who taught me well...")
every single horsey woman knew a truly zenned and amazingly calm yet strong young girl who may meet their from time to time, and always say so (you cant fake being at ease with nags youve never met before especially age 10)
ahh yes one day
doubt we'll have a saudade on that one: when the paid lanyardist at child's events actually looked the children they were paid to look in the eye, in the eye
And then hundreds more to come of kid teaching so many other kids about her animals and always only ever the fun way.. knowing they would learn that way, too
that takes 100% sanity and maturity
And doesnt come miraculously, but by hard work
no made up ADHD
but thats one thing its just the endless misery in absolutely everybody
now i KNOW why 2020 happened....
why it was as it was which never made any sense until....
marooned in a county of only performative
ex South eastern
misery
when so few have anything much to be sad about REALLY
Ugghh that sounds portentous, and so of this region. At least one of them has been trained " so do you gather there weekly as i notice you do, all trundling up in your one-woman-per vans... in some local sex cult i haven't been invited to..?"
And no...i do not ever compromise, no more....
If The Queen of Sedition " my middle name" having said in first pong of the ping pong i made her laugh, and that's very foreward.... can't take a joke, that wasn't even at her expense... she ain't getting my very hard occasionally earned cash...
But it's the assuming... assuming makes an ass out of you, and me; even if me i couldn't care less but it wastes time as they just assume... all they have to do.
(lots more on that soon, no names no places as not one are worth placenaming, furthermore i do make myself pretty clear " all i attempt to be a bit fruitly seditious about is the far more interestingly-hypocritical lasterregion... this one of absolutely no interest whatsoever just some good quiet no-traffic byways up in the hills to meander pondering lasteregion.....anyway showoff old bags addicted to yoga thinking it makes them still look like 25 year old faeries ehh that what Americans do .. and not one would understand ' fighting... put your finger up authentically... thats the only thing that makes even a 72 year old Huppert a pukka sex kitten, most desirably.... [ i believe Ms Q o S has balked at..funny that she calls herself a sex therapist..of course the usual problem she can't make any cash out of telling them to be only themselves their wild woman within and you alone take responsibility for not making YOURSELF laugh, as everyone else just pretends to like you as part of an only transactional 'community' of transactors.. ].. ' )
so now it's safe to look at the interweb of lies n deceit once again
and THE poet proved
what wet blankets they always are
mustv been the rare headshakin' affective disorder
turned im into such a disaffected board
hoarder of the worst songs since Babylan begannit
not able to stand up to is usin
snivvellin little record company
"Dave soften it..... cmon just try....
that cleverdick poetic stuff
just makes the bimbos cry
and not get out their lighters and stand around like
sundazzled zombies on
Robbie Williams on Hospital food
pukin it up
at their devil's dark material, in a poisoned cup
poisoned chalice
of perfromative malice...."
so as proof at least one of em's therapy perapps worked
Even if a real man doesnt wait two decades
to learn to get back to spittin' it out
propper passionate truth-spatter
into their daily breakfast marmalde
I mean where children and Rotweillers play
Mumford and sons given a billion suns
worth of notebooks
couldnt write real poetics
or know it stuck up their bums
still on fire from Mister Gray's
rejected bits....
thrown out Chinese fire lantern
greatest hits
left out as not great enough
anyway twenty years of Babylonic bile and vomit
the man who could once sign his way onto the speediest passing commet
i would demand a refund!
never mind proof poetry
even the greatest this and last century
doesn't work
And i bet he'll blame it on the ...
or the only tambourine player in history
with his tambo-tourettitis, disability
at four minutes in
which cause and effects you
as if he's Mister Page with his angel-assited axe
and actually means it, the best of music music makes you free
Anyway fuck that now.... it being safe once more to occasionally look back at
what WAS great and was gone, but just maybe....
Assume...
so there i was in an undentifiable fairly crap artspace
i know NOBODY in this pagan place
(the real definition well thats hard
all it meant according to them Roman tourists
two thousand years ago, us special city folk the 'demos'
the rest, you woolybacks, 'pagan'
nothing more nothing else no magic no cauldrons
And the '
'druids' were faked out of one smallest piece of Ceasars doubtless dogy poetry
And...
that ecvening.
"Tube man lastereve,,,did you see IT.?!?!... ferk me the electricshock of a scottie
you know you can trust err rather than that self-placcybaggin' Paula, our symbolic tragedy "
the two-face song
all about the SW
but not...hers
of the great hat
Mike Scott didn’t write lyrics, he wrote Russian novels.
The point, the word 'pagan'
every single one, of us, then, in times gone
knew had an invisible question mark after it
maybe
And thus was what it should always be
for free
cos no-one knows why
or what or how and when
Except every shabby 'shaman'
faery mermaid selkie
never mind con artist
'constellation therapist'
with higher than national average rent
to pay
And some lousy rip off Coop every day
desperate to smarmy rip off every cent
The answer, your solution they bay
("by donation", ehhhhh that much.. phhhh ...sorry no way..... )
when all it ever is was can be
some weird maybe-magic
like today, thistermorn i nearly sent a poetical pong
waiting too long for your response luv
here's my offertory back in a song
words to the effect: my sedition
the limited edition
only to the pasterregion where army mothers
cried tears for kids killed
may as well have been by the local alcoholic crocodiles
performing mournin'
down the local aisles
when not one had had the gumption or taken responsibility
"no son, I watched The deerhunter, it even got onto bimbo ITV
real art real life all war causes everyone, only insanity
your stayin' here! even if i gotta kidnap you an keep you in captivity"
But i didnt send it
bored, their perfromative haribo fizz
And then in the last place in the world one would find a great work of art
i met her, or at least immediately she told me her own story
of a parent - never before heard of in real face-to-face life,
wise enough to run away
her sons lived to see another day
but only of days more of her cruelest possible damaging lunacy
ohh well thats the human condition in one
paragraph, rather dichotomous story
never mind the truth is you find it in the last place ever imagined
and when you've stopped looking for anything wise to hear, ever.
Thing is i think its about the best little story of what is one of em cheeky little 'sublimes'
Even Oxford Fellow truly awful fellow so called friend
Mister Babb, writing his OUP commissioned bible onnit
" i can't get to the last grand finale, volume three
naughty sublime ...its just too damn slippery..
ohh woe is me "
and JB CERTAINLY the exact opposite of some hippie
But a few years later
" Jeffery any more thoughts onnit ?... can you speak of it in some simpler way..?"
" im still damn stuck... but i do know one thing, it recreates itself every day.."
but methinks
only if you have the 'space'
(to notice cheeky ole it)
and, know it can't be there, in that dull place
Black Swans are far simpler, not that there's any point down here where unless you go to every fixing workshop ever invented,
acupuncture to doubtless shamanian dog therapy
for doggies discontented
( dog homeopathy - at 100 quid a sip,
even in not quite so neurotix, Hay,
for their bought-bohemian 'hip')
A. you can never ever get your fixing from some menu, ever, never, not in all of past present and future history
B.
its impossible to know how you will feel, after any next action, or event
ever, never whatever your wisdom ort intent
and knowing how you will, is what's caused all their insanity
that BS theory the only actual remedy
Righty ho now some sense to attempt to make of.... best winter almost ever, even if only to get around to writing up a few a fair few years ago
reportin in from the most sexless place in this born again virgin'
ation....
even the official regional " Queen" of "sedition" got blocky yestermorn when i eulogised her with poetry
"youre all potty
only a woman over fifty three
letten go and fully sexy....
can even label errself valentine, desirable...!)
never mind " all that matters is i can still do that..." at lunchtime
(her eyelashes fluttered as we discussed upon her discourses with them who respond to 'lunch'
and the others 'dinner'
at 1300
the latter for whom 'lunch' is a discourtesy
.......woke...is ....now....officially..... over
(so hard to celebrate as a universal human rightsist, ultra green, chop-their-royal-headsoffist... true elgalitarian
left of Jezza the second comming, Corby
ukltra egalitarian
as the rich are made so unhappy AND die younger or at least their kids do
and the rich are people too
i dont care of blokes chop their own bollocks-offist as it means more babes for us real men
as long as their parents dont encourage it before the age of growing up and changing ones mind often not even thirty somethin'
indeed merely
good old fashioned free-speech sufragettist - only cos its fun, equalicist classic 'liberal'
but even Brett and Heather now call themselves " oohhh we were classic liberals but now must label ourselves conservative.."
as they have no shared lexicon nor superb litmus papiers to dip the toilet paper that they use to wie the dull anti-rhetoric that dribbles down the corner of their dull health obsessed neurotic lips...
THE.. truest litmus of all was when Mister ultra seditious poet he of Let the truth burn....and "chaos and turmoil prevail.." "under her velevitine hems in the full moon" or summit just as redolent of REAl life ...
became the wettest lettuce ever in history
started to self regulate his best ever seditious poetry
And wouldn't even sing his best'un any more
as its offensive to broccoli
AND HIS TERD PUSHIN' LITTLE PIPSQUEEK SO CALLED RECORD COMPANY
REPACKAGED HIM AS SOME CUTSEY LOVEABLE BOY BAND BUM CHUM COMPLIANT
BUM FLUFF INCLUDED
AND EVEN PLAYIN IT IN GOTHAM WHERE IM AMAZED THAT NEW SO CALLED 'SOCIALIST' LIKELY LIKE THE GREEN MAN ZAC
HIS FIRST INTERVIEW UYPON
ASCENDIN'
ASKED ABOUT THE RUDE CHILDISH NASTY IDIOT AND HIS 'KICK EM TRANS IN THEM BALLS'
SAID... " PROSECUTE AND OFF TO THE GALLOWS.."
I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD LIVE TO SEE THE DAY
EVEN IF....
twil take a thousand and one of em to shine the light in here, the most sexless place on the planet
(sat watchin' them all pile in for their afternoon of workshoppin'
the posh kind that requires compulsory wicker basket to attend
perched briefly on the pricey bonnet
of the solo driven grand marque
... inside into the inner dark
when all you need - light and air and pathetic underwhelmin hills even
are all around, for free... but dont have that added cache 'come suffer, publicly, with me...' )
damn it Janet likely exceptin'
Gweek
... but better than that ive got it
that Portuguese perfect condemnation
For the english to see
just a photo to remind myself if i ever get around to last lifelong odd essay
good atch
for work, and play
back to her and
" i just know they wont have it either in italy
never mind for gods sake do NOT learn language from
internet or so called latterday
expert class nerdy little nobody
it means... as Itis' dont know either
you can STILL ..get it back
look him here he is it...
he was meant to have died in 1963...
or nine as it happens...
but his pukka parents, raised him....
to know how to stay truly inside, free
which also means there's no such thing as sedition
merely constructive critique, ideally funny"
righty ho now there at least half a dozen paragraphs left off in an always-rush, only due battery
to get up whats the biggest load of perfromative garbage in history
however yes.....
that's the PROBLEM
they say the English speak of a serious issue, then turn it into the best ever comedy
A python crawlin', contrictin' to tears, goolies of Monty
or Pete and Dud
Then do NOTHING ever to make the issue 'good'
But hang on..
Portugal, Bolivia all those just about saudade places
Perhaps even Serbia when theyve dealt with their little issue
of several made up 'races'
Yes they DID
walk 100s of km lasteryear; some of them to
give it to the man
who corruptly stole their public spaces
and auctioned em off to lowest bidder
uncle Slobbo ... what a fibber
poetry.... whom among these people values poetry
as much as decent film or writing literary?
as much as the English
to recite so so so SMUGLY
and then.... not even have one atom of lasting DOiness
hearts so moved, but only momentarily!
And then back to mee mee meeeeeeeee...
thats the answer to the riddle
and whole fuckin load of piddle
For The English to go and get Byronic...
show off, even pollute her fine mind:
" i wish to know a poet..."
THE CLUE Cathy yes histrionic!
Hearhcliffe probably poet in trainin'
never ends well, killed by heavy rainin'
poetry WORSE than comedy
for inclucatin' FATAL national acedie
[ not the common as muck ia but to rhyme, variant ie]
It was impossible that I could have such an easy winter
indeed what 'winter'
Thisterfirstlight " what winter!?" (as the fancy 'adventurevan' next door is still asleep - who wouldn't know the 'code' - at last yesteraft even if all encounters are irrelevant, ... " she, the greatbeauty, licensed me twenty years ago to have a life rather than bother about the pans being spick and span,
when i saw the mushrooms growing out of her sinkfull of pan
pot and well used coffee cup
.... me i dont bother washing a pan at least a week adds to the foodie flavour"
"well my bloke, part time,
he ain't washed a pan since the dawn
of it... )
But they still don't know
even if she wouldnt tale-tell
what a wonderful total-territory
all unwinter just for me
but can i recruit the officially promulgated
so called, so she calls herself
shamaniac Queen of Sedition
for the second edition
....but i have a way in...
soon, the next oddessay will begin
)
Wednesday, 11 February 2026
as i say cheer up no point so much desolation even here in their 'nature' retreat
and the cheeriest thing of all The Wasteland as just-beginning to chronicle here only to add some sunshine as its out of sequence but its all you can moan about
we chronicled how it really was a fabulous gorgeous depopulated ok hotspot.... and the National Trust dont even patrol the car parks any more in the day to check if you've paid for a ticket..
as they wasted all their cash on uniforms, for nice sweet young or old things ... there to smile at you...and can't afford the security any more... or even clean their bogs at some fair rate
fine by me..
back to those gorgeous simpler late 70s a pure saudade for real..in fact.. a repeat of 76
the best of all....except this time the things.... weren't only in ones mind
This is but it will take an actual human mind to get it
Mine i have used for a decade or at least a half of one to know why the machines will NEVER match the positive madness of the thoughtful human
(all one ever hears now is EVERYone who once might have read a reasonably intelligent book, going on about AI...it's already dumbed down dystopia - errata was 20+ years ago... and of course you can't speak of the ONLY way one lets go 'creatively' as thats against the REAL tyranny...of safe space wellness and self care....whiich i have the bible on NOT working, as i care...even if there's no point)
dozens more sunny videos uploaded yesteraft despite being IN the dystopia to use their wifi
AI will unlikely ever be really 'creative' - and how to let go and be creative.. (furthermore it will wreck all independent creativity such as Substack) part 1 of 2
AI will unlikely ever be really 'creative' - and how to let go and be creative.. (furthermore it will wreck all independent creativity such as Substack) part 2 of 2
(they have of course added new layers in of 'checking' via their shit AI so there are extra clicks now to disrupt the flow)
But Suzi agrees.... and she can access grant cash " the ai needs to be shat on as it will never understand that the shit art of Pastyland is all that it has scooped up as it trawled and scraped away ....and GOOD art only comes from being shat on 99% of artists these days darent even admit theyre scared they may not sell as much crap £1000 shitart "
i feel sorry for the AI its been fed such anodyne number 1s or 7s on the Bristol shit chart
plus copied from above sidepage
now these are only stuck in here not really even to make a point yet..
just quickest (no battery) splurge
i take photos and have for 10+ years really only for one reason as aides memoirs for conversations had with folk..
random
around 2 or 3 hrs a day if out and about
recorded archive chronicle
and i can assure as a literary twat they are TEN times more interesting than Mr Lomax's famous so called chronicle
and show beyond any doubt how y'all truly trapped in a worse gaol than
them
and i'm not talikn' about vans and freewheelin whilst not at work
except this isnt random
theres 300 hrs of the truth of 'Christianity' - highup...among many other real journalistic insights about reality
god and hours and hours on this twaddle, and Imoan - born n bred, is far funnier than i am on this parasitism.... that ruined HER town
... especially as the most dumbed down scroffulous decapitated people ever dont know wot to heckle: "ohh really so the prince and princess have issued a statement from princeclass en route to hobknob and brownonose with the worst child trafficahhs in history [ Read Jean Sasson - my fan! in personal writing to me; her great books like For The Love of a Son ... even if princess kidnapin' their fave hobby as she was genius at fully chronicling, how they pick em out before even age 10 and get mummy to fill them with sweeties to fatten em up prior to passing them over ...or else ... to some chief rags .... before even the lowest European age of consent...]...off with their..."
good job i decided or rather havent got around to uncensoring yet that one ..
or rather nothing can ever work....
not even " havent we had enough of y'all yet... time to bye bye ... go and hide in Norfolk with the prodigal.... the peeps really are a bit zealot on this one even if they have their priorities rather askew may be best for your own safety ....."
as i'm sure like even the ridiculous " doctor Peterson" you have brainswashed yourself into KNOWING your S.A.D. actually is extant, somehow aside and aggrandised
greater than your snivelly little shoulders-lowered self... moaning about a bit of grey sky
which is for mornings like this...
when unlike the addicted 'networkers' of Surrey-on-sea whom rate themselves by all those so lovely 'friends' they only see once a month at some moaning circle in some salubrious, humble little 'public space' you can only afford to get to up in the hills
if your banker bloke can pay for the endless repairs necessary especially if its not quite a modern Discovery ...
all my lovely abundance of friends are equal i bet they even have as mantra
FIND PHOTO of her the 'case study' and Sarah the Dogs...
so long besties... as soon as a little sniffle hits no longer though of course it was 'lifestyle' that did it, meaning one decided to recreate herself as a bongo bongo drummer to fit in with her bid to become Lem Sissy's public relations department...
If i were Lem i would have gone for her as she really is the pukka real thing as her thirty year bestie realised is too much...
(and i remained networked with both new enemies i am above all emotion)
Anyway.... the ket to life is believing in just a few of those meandered among...
" one day she will come good..." It was getting a bit late in the day but i just knew the second after i had immediately felt sick seeing her tarty legs tarty mobile phone tarty everything the ultimate one... that she alone had the thing... that true magical thing from her years of dogging [sic] and illegal teen breeding
All five of them.... or was it three, or was it three different dads i forget as detail never matters... all that does is " god i just saved my life by great books like propper ones like yes even Orwell but especially the novels... and as they schooled me learning education was arguing with every poncey cunt especially Leon my course tutor who tried to tell me whats what at my adult ed university of buying a lanyard to do psychotherapy.... "
"imoan.... this is the moment now..."
" god ive always wanted to be a librarian but i gotta wear my pencil skirt and even if i dont need em...specs...to turn my victims who dare approach MY desk, on "
" Imoan luv why do you think you are top of the list.... we spent a year on this.... even if i hate the smell of makeup from 100m on your Path....GREAT art still gets great literary comments even now....
" i shall not be in charge of PR and the look, but i know who is on exactly the same perfect page as me ... and thus thats why i messaged you this is the compulsory uniform, no religious paraphenalia allowed and 3% of the population reported in 2021 they liked something like the same sex and they get the most prominent section with red lippy and all sorts of bangs and whistles...but also exactly 3% of the total catalogue ...
" i can be consultant... the Maupins i gobbled up as fast as he could pen them out... they were superb fully diversely real life tales or he was such a great writer he conned you into living in Mrs MAdrigals...
" i even made a video the other day walking the hills in shock and awe at the ONLY good radio 4play for about three years at last https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m001v1mt in fact as soon as i dialed it up walking in the hills in the rfain i was in tears ' THE simply genius alive writing its GOT to be a Mike Walker ....!!!' and was wrong as there's another ... as good as him at last.... i had no idea Bacon was a homo couldnt care less and despite it being a feature of the play it was done in such a genius way that you LEARNED about real homoness and thus had fullest conceivable empathy and shared humanity almost in the room with him and his sort of boyfriend ...
" so yes 3 %, exact proportionate representation allowance.... .. pride of position even...
" but ... i didnt even need to raise it....yes i agree ... bespectacled... you dont need to recreate your look for the job... Mister PAlmer already did so 40 years ago....and had he thought of spectacling his lasses - culture that really did bring peeps to life ... may have got it doubled up to 300million views
" ohh yes and dont forget....the manifesto...as i have already mentioned twice iof you actually READ your watsups.... is merely to create another you.. from teen dogger, to poncy survivor and even fancier flouncy dog owner... but you know WHY you 'survived... .. and you can sell them there too i jimmied in that as a more democratic model... for the actual people.... right in the middle of Sarah-the- dogtown, too..... my god theyll try and get one of us arrested for sure....which will be exactly what we need, for the film and all PR is good pr especially if they do meet the REAL you..."
Righty ho now i really do need to create one sane 'treatise' on...
but my 'network' is based on a LOT of trawling and then immediately sifting out the minnows and keeping the big fish close to heart as theyre so easy to identify in any event
ohh where is that picture?! they would be giggling in front of the wallmounted advertorial picture of the handknitted womb wrap..
And of course, they know exactly what the mission is...or Nigel gets in
As my my they all so hate THEMSelves going by the wan stoopiness, they too will vote him, to spite them
That ole Black Swan as usual was ptiloerectile in her feathery warning: no hope of surviving it
Even I lastersept was melodramatising in a week of maudlin.
Merely based on ... well... the thing above all Them Southerners kindof do i dont believe in as i know its the opposite of a good life, flit from one so called friend or even luvva to the next.
One can only really have great real collaboration when the peaks and troughs have been persisted, in person, in tandem
Anyway silly me though it was good to be reminded then of how even after five years full training in total Wastelanditis all around me then, still, and for sure tomorrow...
Its all irrelevent and things just come up .
when i dont need things, just a base to be sometimes meandering through pasttime things all ten terrabytes or more that i know are part remedy to all your things that font arrff ave everyone more than maudlin
and 99.9,% doling out the dullest dilettante self pitying sensitive saccharine art ever in history which is all a lie as 99.9% are by definition sharp elbowed b*tches ( the one banned word in honour of all the innocent doggies they overcontrol as neurotic first aid for their inner chasm of inability to accept death, as all real doggists i meet agree upon , even if i accidentally used it on an especially happy day speaking with Ms Books i am ashamed of but bleeping is so artless and only for protecting others faux pas if ever necesary) ... as thats the only way you get a SWestern garret or, my only interest, Hay, Presteigne even Knighton ( The Marches) one in the first place..
.".. and here's a rehash ...rerelease....cover of Timmy's inimitable ancestral first nation simply unreproducible real thing.... by a new singer, Sade ..."
Because by only talent, and real soul, nobody needs to know when you own the thing yourself.... even if it was by someone else... as she did and nobody ever even knew... the truly confident unbrainwashed they are lesser by some Green politician or self serving dire college tutor with nothing original to say but something negative, knowing there is no need.
and i have the stories and imagery but i guess this will never be quite the medium
but i don't care ...who knows..maybe thats Up To You
oops ive lost track of whats here and what not, lots more to do soon
the very funniest other day
(from below)
the day we rehomed Bash
A very very totally black rabbit raised by a very very central Steiner big cheese mum so central clique cult, and didnt i have to know it
But at her nipper home they couldnt handle Bash
I wonder if she told her 'supervisor'
(A psychotherapist supervisor is an experienced professional who provides mandatory clinical guidance, ethical oversight, and support to counselors and therapists to ensure client safety, competence, and professional development)
when she went and set herself loose on humanity as psychotherapist
that their house bunny was so well balanced and had done the right 'work that the moment it was put in a pen with our Hazel
it literally tore its stomach out immediately in a murderous frenzy
which still makes me laugh, ironically, as in Londoners.... gosh poor things
can't even manage to maintain a dose of placid bunny
Now..if i were a filmmaker, the problem
being the 'problem' became the filmmakers
This would be a scene in something alike The Last pictureshow
2009 just when the small festivals of The Marches were being colonised by the kind who only wanted to be filmmakers
or run festivals or be musicians or anything they learned in their Southern media studies or sociology or anything except how to actually look a child in the eye; when you are paid to be there to do exactly that.
When 'community' and caring became merely workshopping
at a weekend off shopping.
For soundbowls and tarot packs and all sorts of 'spirituality'.
Now.... no drum roll; but merely because of there being no point, of even being being profound...
Well i thought she was but....
But that was the othertime - the nontime...
This time
three years a totally nontime
And thus my 'chronicle' of this time doesnt really exist other than for the habit of protecting onesself against the worst neurosis which always goes bad for them and they love to take you with them
But randomly seeking, the damn lost periods
A rather good audio record of
Well at least she was honest.
(even if missed out the horrendous drug dealing around and about which is so damaging and frankly a bit scary, scaring her 'community' to half death...)
But ultimately dull that one even if proving someone who deals in the things is often a grown up with whom one can broach as total strangers almost any subject...
Because the true profound came along a decade ago... entirely unplanned merely because of...
letting a YAnk into someone's life who had for years managed without any drugs, stated often in 'medical conferences' at my fireplace she wished to stay off the nasty drugs... and i know that YAnk secretly having come to visit the lamby, left to die by the local redneck farmer (on the blower "nowt to me .. too late in the year all the rest in the top fields now....i wouldv just left in for the crows if i'd seen it..." thats modern farmers)
And the next day " that was lovely yesterday feeding your pet ..but...i had to put ALL my clothes in the washer the smell [of ordinary not quite spring, rather autumnal latebirth lamb] lingering made me feel ill ..."
At which point, times two as said Yank was Ms old bag #1 community smiley and extinction rebellion co-stall runner... sweetly smiling so as to con all commers
One new that profoundly the WAsteland was wrong, it all ended decades ago...all sanity that is
As did her victim's whom ended up in the looney bin a few months on - those side effects on the Prozac pack may indeed not be entirely made up to cover their arses
Now that began the cautionary " she will counter attack that one when i say to people what really caused the madness.... beware behind the smiles they are lethal... and will make up any story, especially if they have also recreated themselves as some local Green goddess when in fact they stole the money from probably even the CIA to relocate theyre so ... never what they say they are.... better always have my recorder on in top pocket ever going out into the small community or anywhere in fact.... as sure as ferrits are she will already have begun her PR thrust.... as she knows I am the only one for 50km who ever got anything DONE in society.... she will of course fear only me.... "
So, that chronicle period is super interesting but then...
the gods came along and grabbed everyone by the balls just cos of Nigel's 2%and even if my heart was treble broken an only child only existed as i was working FOR the EU in the EU photographing from the air the EU so that they would be allowed to join when the maps were updated.....
A child who literally is Europe...
And what happened or rather didnt over three years i know is historical every word saved in a wonderful chronicle of attempting to DO... forgetting my recorder was on as is obvious...and just .. capturing what didnt get done....but my ohh my how they ...
well its far more interesting than 'moaned'
Which isn't really for you the browser here as if you did value profundity you would have paid upfront for many more chapters to go
For a decade living only like a monk specifically so that every penny can be saved - not even using the gas stove but infact woodburner duel purpose to cook upon...
as my religion became infact chronicling except its not sexy enough unless i do a bit of Noonan at some point and 'fictionalise' the exact words...
unbowdlerised... even if beyond suing eyes as you cant sue for what actually did happen, or didnt
And i know the definition of 'public money' - its not just grants...
which is the point, it is the all sorts of 'advantage' that the lambhating class game, gain, and maintain...all by dint of some 'connection' to someone officially in charge of the public money pot... most of which nobody ever notices
and Noonan so beautifully captured so historically
whist his newspapers of the day i am sure were moaning on about bankers and wanker politicians... none of whom have ever had anything remotely interesting about them, and anyway have far less power than is assumed...
There anyways was a 'lanyard class' even if in the provinces as of 25ish years ago she invaded with then merely her clipboard
BUt... there is an equation in human affairs which is all terribly simple, which is when you have ANY human who sets themselves up as ..
well they are ALWAYS men... this one the worst of the lot - using children exactly like the bloke in the last GREAT YAnky culture Don't look Up where the greatest cinematic injustice of all time took place and it got the wrong one as these 'soft spoken' guru mentypes ... well arent what they perform ever
but he - the local one who used children in his PR when not even noticing them as the film version not as photogenic as all the others i have in a folder somewhere but cant find this exact 'moment'
so back to the preused ones for now but i have a far more smug and handome hall of fame later
And as in any endeavour, if a substrata comes along or layer to quote Ms Books, who are not quite as brazen and not quite as lethally laser focused as the strata male above - gurus we are on now, the next strata down is of course disempowered and even half crazed with envy that the best non-cleaner jobs have already gone in the rural hinterlands they moved to from near 20 years ago and thus their offering is beyond all great PR and snakeoiled perfect smoothie..
just comedically con and over the last decade i have a superb chronicle of themtoo, as retreat, indeed laughing retreat... from those whom did the true damage, them blokes, them babes just a shabby pastiche and usually far less entrepenuerially sound as that takes believeing in yourself for cash when i bet deep down under their hems the spacebabes knew they were just following the herd froma few staeps behind
i love this photo irrelevent
oops yes the Christians caught on to the big con, too...
bless em
but it was and is even more their books
the acction men get the big books so the babes have to make do with what they're really useless at in real life as meet someone in 'grief' theyre the very first to cross the road
(and she was....ok oops wrong one what a common name )
Which is also in my chronicle but nothing like as assiduously pursued even if i pursue nothing ever... but i know what is real 'history' and even real 'journbalism' oldschool, just keeping a record of what really is behind the masks within the community
I know nobody else even notices so busy trying to figure how to pay for his superguruing or ...how to compete
Anyway four years ago near enough i realised that all there is to do in life is attempt to eventually share my rather good Noonan...
I know it is
And although the Annie is possibly the best journalism book about the reality of The Middle East my critique was always she didnt have in enough of the bodily smells and a bit of flavour as she persisted a few months as Saddam was pondering who to do in next ...
you have to have some emotion as long as it's real, for the story to stick...
Never mind for NO smart-arse faux artistic construct, as it wasn't planned i began to just tell a bit of my own story to every random person i met and chatted with especially upon the hills..
But eckerslike as soon as you sit down and start to attempt to get organised efficiently you get taken away from seven years previously religiously doing 50 or 75 km a week and start to get a bit paunchy..
So one has to stop and unplanned start an actual few thousand km per year of Their dodgy Path...
anyway more later but there's a sequence and i still also need to get back to the genius PAul at the church and the subsequent Paul and i chatting about his true genius .. the man paid to help the paupers and infirm deliberately ignored as Paul's way out...from under his smiley lanyard ...
MY journals are real
But more sunshine forst loads ready to cheer the cockles not mine mine always are....
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