" come ear Circe you fake......

 ... them Sirens.... he got it wrong, I'm sure they accessorised, too....

well what ee should have done before Nolan even had a wet dream about Donnin' em all up in homo-erotica plasticised pouterry

 in the worst 'epic' film ever made.....

Is .... 

 never mind so called 'loyal' Penelope, a fake... lettin' them suitors get all suitory... 

Even if rather unpleasantly  indeed " moan moan moan we are unseen,...and unnamed...." they were 'unnamed' ....

When you meet Aglaope even if tisn't clear she was one of the dastardly pair....

And Thelxiope all in one.....

well what you do is get your attack in first....

and i am sure some bloke was at least conducting them, in the background....pretending they had full autonomy when dancin' to his whackjob stick....

Well what he should have done, is go for it - the crutch accessorisation..... nick the stick

And properjob,  take "confused"  control of the situation.... via their accessories....

Neigh even if unimagined ten times better chapter than the dull dullard one a few thousand years aback, turn it back upon .....  the only one who has the poesy within to..... actually get my inner whackjob rather frequency vibratin' ... for real.

And thus - reaccsessorising ir for good purpose,   made her laugh...... " No. I transgressed..." as she knows, I'm sure,  the most lying goodjob in history..... 

What next ?... one must admit what one's inner core is, so they can't make it up and go blubbing to some judge later on : " "i'm a fascist bossy boots.. never mind robber, of the accessory-tool of your trade"

BUT NOTE TO SELF: all that matters, a week ago seems like a decade, or two...
The young man seemingly no dad ....  Mister Moth, the real man version, unlike Raynors fake.....

 " i had it out on the laptop desktop just in case i saw youse all again.... here stand there and give us some shade so we can see ....... can you see.... it my photo ....? "

"wow yes let me take a snap of it is that ok...

and maybe he can find it so rare one day"

"twas there for you all ..... only, 

and now my summer job is done....

make sure he writes up his  thissummer  butterfly journals

take a leaf from My FAmily and Other Animals....

 i think he would like it,  and he has clearly turned his summer schoolboy lonely lostness 

into something so wonderfully interesting and new learnings found..."

So... i wonder.... what 'next'?

Even if it's the End.

Now...... when yes you heard one better....

 the real thing....

oops i aint got the 'tm' symbol on the Underclass phone

You know what the true Queenery of all fakery was

Its a certainty, i can hear him.... one of those thenRuperts...

i can hear the squeak of his patent leathers trying to avoid the beer spatters on the floor

stood just behind her......

 whisperin' rather spatterly desperate  in her ear...

" luv...... nope! you ain't  gettin' the Biba storecard back...... no way luv ....never mind the hairyplanee ticket to go and hang out with your ' fickle friends' in Antibes or Juin Les...ycunts.... up the road ....... d'you wanna bit more..!?  bit more of my production technique..... i mean it..... next time i'll twist it too as i ram it up.....  ahahhh we have one here the last whackjob, that was so well used its splintered along its shafty bit....  so this take luv u better sing it as if you indeed have some actual emotion 

you beter better   the  last take of the rather profitable comotion 

or you get the real whacjob treatment that might break through the valium lack of any emotion,

 and at least fake it for the mic....

weve canned for a so easily connable population

 and dont hurt yerself with that shovel ...its just a prop so as to go conning half of Gweek you know what community meanstoo.... "

Exactly, and thank the Faeries i have no battery left as i need to catch up with the notes

 As if it can almost read my mind, even if as i do tell em " with an emotionally retarded Bling-addicted fake as  a so called..[ well you can't speak of her, or they go Freudian on you even if he along with Jung is so discredited  - and the latter will be by me when i release my critique my that was three months ago in the perfect hillock top atch i havent got back to yet] .....  [her indoors who despite moving to the countryside a splendid part of it never even went for a walk in my hills all around....  how interesting its the what NOT that we forget even fifty years on....

And them 'what nots' are far more interesting than the years of self pitying moaning that one mustn't ever forget.... as you must never ever do that to any child. It's magyc circle toxic spacedust.. (they have in the nouveau 'upgraded' Lego even - lovely way to influence children) ...]......[ oops getting even more deliberately Thomas Bernhardian hard to read with consecutive square bracketed chunks now to really send you to the loony bin..the ONLY way you come out, the other side of the abyss is being chucked in all the way and 'punished', too, by] .... her whackjob (™)

.....she defo must never be, indeed could never be....

 bracketed i mean a real life lion tamer..... and cleanin' lady

anyway ehh yea the number one emotional retard in history, well mine even if NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.....

so one has to raise onesself by the emotion and learnings (i heard a posh one had adopted that latesd retardo-speak on that 4 chan the other day)

through the best of the girly folk, singers..

Mary Coughlan the chief of them all the way you can hear every lacuny space between  every 'held space' real ones unlike the space cadet per-versions....

the real all of real life in her ....oops 5 perecent

to the point....ungracefully made but as in the great mamouth two dusks ago....

"they all sold out...."  

exactly: so pondering ok what was the most thrilling musical attendence of ones twenties... well, ok, you can't beat sat a few rows back from the front at the Astoria and a rare occasion of seeing the junkie's son, who of course with no dad around, despite his billions,  had become a bit of a junkie too... 

And one so so nerarly could have followed in his father's footsteps especially when about two times or maybe three only thank the FAeries, one was tempted to put ones nose in his bag of finest

Columbian Marchin Powder 

the devil's  faecal matter

And hear him in his prime .....

predicting Totnes and Dooneshire years afore....

you had to be there...

BUt then to be looking for the perfect folk song and i know a few and an ad comes up and it seems THEY sold Sanctuary to the advertisers....

Of one of the worst evil addcitions ever the online betting companies that have destroyed so many marriages and childhoods, dad and nowadays mum selling all their foodbank stuff to pay for their slots habit....

Is surely the one reason over all others that it should sell humanity to the next planet  as a job lot of dark matter  that even the Vogons would reject as beyond the pale..

of vomit, we became

or 99.9%

And the greatest joke in history is that that sneaky lil' 0.1%....well i encountered at the one place even more than Totysville no way was i ever going to dawdle...

Anyway assume the worst and be inspired ONLY by the superb Socratic number we came up with, together, on 'silver linings' ... shetoo

And as i said...watch the Poliakoff The Tribe its about everyone selling out.... as 99.9% did.... 

And still are, at it today....  and i am quite sure all these dreadful musicians are plotting how to sell every last sweat bead  they once spattered, to the AI... so that a false version of them will be sold for all of eternity

Ahahhh but i have a way to beat that.... or should i say, we... maybe

NEXT ... the Belgians on hoarding

 bleeped.... 

which lives in perfect synchronicity with audios of late

Especially the one that VAroufakis couldnt even dream up on his flouncey show off motorbike with supermodel on the back...

the only reason he was elevated to "one of the leading economic writers' by the thickest hacker ever in history,...

And it can artificially hack me all it wants  for sneaky stolen datas....but it couldnt predict what  got into my digitals .....

A real violent babe - armed, very dangerous, camouflaged in "war paint" ......  who has "forgiven" me (in writing so she can't put a falsie in later) ... for my "transgression" - which  is surely about the most Homerically neuro-erotic, mad, pick up trick*, in history 

As old as them stones...... on stupid Voodoo Hillock.... they all flock to to 'hold the space'... whilst i merely spend the time pondering, over at (t'must be now called Herstone)  how to beat them by the most seditious underwhelming poetical lines in history....

that ram their magyc sticks right up where the sun never shines as most of em never get out innit...

* as a PROPPER job poet, and cleanin' lady of course knows..... but won't say, to her public

oops, now..... I really mustn't insult the Faeries....

 now they've come capitalisingly off the fence...

And she laughed at "whackjob" ...

And i can live within the spatter of at least one admitted, to my face,  she tracked em down to loot their gold 'n silver

Now.....silver linings, as per lasteraudios, too much happens, nowhere...

When you one hundred percent float above it, but you have to do the work to know what that 'it' is....

(my ohh my this Youtubey thing .....frankly one has to admit one is of the luckiest exact age group ever..... no stupid whackjob of a hacking AI going for them Ausies data  could have predicted via Al and his gorey unrhythm, just how perfect that 'fed' thing on the feed is ...

I mean was she there? To see Flouncey Scot in simply perfect Harmony Hairsprayed  good form conquering that most sexist dump in the universe, I rejected, backpackin out on the first big adventure,  Down Undersville... having been "punished"by the fine real women of my early teen  comprehensive for actually not being nasty to whatserface the chubby redhead who had just gotten too much .... and couldn't take no for an answer to being mooned over for months ...

Anyway love and obsession, as long as the bunny doesn't get hurt,  are fine things and whoever pathologized them should be taken back to  exactly where she was, then.....

But as the rare quite good  4chan drama the one about the falsely imprisoned chappie  who had it off with his probation officer over the decades and eschewed those horrid Krays who probably still own half of PAstyshire, especially the town of awful overpriced childish  art, St Ives,   would really rather Homerically have on repeat " but that would be running ahead of myself.."

Anyway an unneeded  - uncalled for, last chapter of the most splendidly untherapeutic - cos no book or mindfulness course ever really is,  REALOdyssey, in history, proving Homer was an amateur and  fake, as he could never have imagined what latter-day twist you have to go through before repurposing a hunk of wood...  

Her twistin' to a bit of those,  oops still to do.... Missus Iron Maiden.... (IN NOTEBOOK NOW TOO MUCH HAPPENS, NOWHERE)

And some of the greatest classical music  in history (and i know the fiddle! ) played privately for me, in private, in the most romantic place in history...

Now i know why one should reject it - that whole cannon.. basically, they never see the sun, as one can see on their rather tortured faces... squinting at just a bit of late perfectsummer,  last rays....

The REAL 'heritage' of especially Totnes, Gweek, Hay-on-wye ....et cet er ahhh...

 

Now,  three audios, 

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ao1Pqmc8JjlSWAnDe_IrMNnZZsnWtBfV?usp=sharing

part 1 audio  - file 008 is on the economics of why UK is being charged relatively more for international loans than all other Euro countries.

The reasons you will never read in your FT, Keynes Galbraith Varoufakis or Pikkety... never mind at any awful Oxbridge university waste of cash wanky proof 

And if you disagree i shall pay you, for this supreme free stock market insider forecast and analysis...just tell me what you are worth but me a coffee wise for your stupidity of believing the above 

of reality: bankers are human too. And know inhumanity. and no economic journalists factors in what they know@ our kids are ten times more expensive than them EUs

Part 2 fill in bridge 

Part 3  = file 009 why spiritualism should be made a hatecrime, too, based on the stories i know as i did the legal cases....especially one; and if you know any eviler a racket, well i would like to know...

I wouldn't sell her 'diary' of admitting to her spiritual forces how she isn't quite the goddess they tell her every day she was but even a  shabby child abuser... 

As that wouldn't be moral. But i could get a lot for it especially from her kids who i guess never again saw their dad 

ahh yes conwoman mentioned in part 3 or was it one?  they all so merge Into sameyness...

would have been spiritually guided to one looks 

like this 

perraps

looks, LIKE, not is i am sueproof...

they all look the same in their adverts.....  " i got 200k too, to manifest your way babe ...into your perfect lil' community...."

It is going to take time....

 especially as i underwhelmed the overwhelm though made her laugh at not even the latest 'womb wrappery' escapades...

escape  - retreat, indeed, to wrap em.... so as to save humanity [vomit] 

But at least i made her good mind laugh

so ....Tarnovski, a mer half-the-way-ist .... you're in my sights, too.... 

he only goes part of the way...

and FACT...he does sell very well in the Temple to what he rather half-baked, MissAnne Thropeically  lampoons... as my ohh my .....deep down they do do rather a lot of harm...as certain recent lovely lil' peeps have over and over again, proven

And she, their worstoff of all,  victim..is so lonely...... i saw her  and did feel sorry for what i too could have easily become

had not the solution gone and reared their wonderful lil unknowable heads...

in my lap

when they were the last fix to anything i could have ever dreamed rationalised or imagined...

as no English can ever make any dosh from,  what the poor man was brainwashed into needing so much for,   needing it for... keeping them all tickety boo grand a pushchair content

no cash in the real version of how they fix you, of  or should it be 'from' ....being you

The 'tapes' soon

 Now this is so so hard

meaning for example last longer vid and i hate taking self vids more than anything but do so merely to prove MArina had nothing ever to say in her awful perfart 

At least sometimes something actually creative comes up in my ultraabsurism disorder un arty non art...

And i forget which media things end up in: this, notepads, loads more to do even if the last 'end' scene really was the end... his lil' un has no hope when a prosperous younger hipsterish likely techy  dad  with so much dosh can't even think that the way he spends more time with his beloved lil' lad is adjusting work 'life' balance which will eckerslike confine his lad  one day to the loony bintoo...

or in chats with others or chats into phones for publication here...

all of which is all one big samey blob always the same (the word i told her at the park) what is 'it' and what did it do,.?

andswer a big rock that smothered ALL of humanity but it needs fully describing

on no battery which is hard especially to recall which bits are here and which not YET

Two once ok minds have been sent a recording which is wonderful me chatting witha  couple of very smart middle aged Belgians a few days ago, perfect English,  who basically never had heard of 'hoarding' disease....  as we attempted to describe reality of UK vs EU...

and how they evolve in that conversation is simp[ly perfect

" no no one we have heard of in EU has it...ohh yes saw it on the tv a documentary....come to think about it it was ONLY British sufferers..."

ergo

as i have decades known

compared to EU UK is so mentally fucked its daft...

(a rough estimate 1:7 or ...times as many totally disabling mental phonomena... in fact in truth thats a serious underest...

and self interest

we need to stay close....err....

as we can't fix 'us' but of course that wont be allowed

those arrogant pricks called English doctors know their Oxford is the best in the world

really...i have known enough Oxford grads and theyre all basket case.... ) 

but that interview needs the smallest bleep as i never want to offend any one place

as everywhere in UK exactly the same..

sliding scale of slippery unthink

but bleeping takes time and energy

soon

Tomorrow, i hope my loony tune dosordered readership

(oops written yesterday and the sequence is even more mission critique, critical)  

or better in a few months

oops i haven" t even started, all i think about of late heritage

are due to receive a huge bill for years of psych services... hundreds of hours, on tic

(or are in music

and only read one dumbed down 'how to' book)

rendered, on account

so this little number NOT really so much on the dull psychological phenonemon of 'addiction' - it merely vehicle

a semi academic book by the splendid Stanton working for years with the Harlem junkies wrote 

words to the affect i forget the exact sentence " all that jabbing, and all their words behaviours even family support....  there's just one cause and effect i just don't GET.... there's something that doesn't make sense..."

I spied at least thirty five years ago.
ALL you need to know about the mind, in the Stanton, it cannot be figured and there iks a cultural construct that trumps everything else... and is almost impossible to figure - Stanton a great mind!

Anyway fast forward to drole and usually fairly narcisistic Russ-o-branded disordered everyones chum Lex who is so full of 'aware' shit its daft

But as long as he isn't allowed to but in with his own opinions at least has the top intellectual guests on, sometimes...

97% who are numbties but this one is interesting.

(and the ONE good Lex where rather than a three hour waffle about history nobody understands he begins with " ok so where is psychiatry now... Mister real expert..?"

Mister honest real expert: " no better than a long time ago and in some areas especially PTSD work...we have made it worse for many.[ .. I.E. PRECISD : USA DSM A BIG  HARVARD LIE, 99% of psychology a big LIE TOO... actually explained in quite a user friendly way but he could have just said  as he SHOULD have .....plus ca change... "as Lewontin wrote in his 1992  or thereabouts Doctrine of DNA its all a load of  fey boy arrogant  politically cashcorrupted wank... even the science i am HArvard chair, of, too..." [  [ yea that Gwerk expert MS Manifest-a-dental-appointment-and-whatdyerknow-there-it-is..   i had  a nightmare about her or at least a funny  hallucination that she was human, rather than robot, as i never have even a slightly bad dream ...but god help the  trauma patients  of that neck of the woods, just back from the front....i do  hope they have plenty of patience.. waiting for an actual fix or at least real grown up explanation... ] ." 

 

published by OUP and Princeton UP our mister  Scull.. So he's not exactly some Dawkins bimbo even if OUP of course saw how his good looks and Maggie-adjacent 76 message could get their cash registers a pinging

Basically in short sue them all, your shrinks and your children's therapists as they still don't work, and  there is that fine line " ehh a shed load of 'cultural construct' in why iot goes wonky.."

BUt the biggest laugh of all even if it was so obvious even 25 years ago as they decided that little bits of data on every bit of the body was going to save your sick minds... "20 billion down the bog..." by the ultimate 'tech bros' while Zucker was still sucking his nanny's thumb

Anyway i have zero education but hustled my way into UK's top  - actually TOP  psychology undergrad course uni in  1995 ish..

no A levels purely on a few gonzo essays i decided to try and use as my way in when it was 10 applicants for every place and all the other 9 had social work degrees or btex or whatever else... and i was the chosen one..

NO A levels as all sane peeps knew in 1980 all education a construct

you gotta go out there and learn in the job of it

anyway i left as a waste of time when the all female professorialship stood at their lecterns saying with ashram smiles as if Deepak was in the front row waving a cheque for ten million quid as researcgh grant "the future of psych is only biochemical.." meaning pills. Wrong even i could work out in about 96....

Anyway fast forward now or about the last threeish years the great admittance (while the loony lot are blaming the great 'reset'  - exactly.... ) its all rather useless as a remedy never mind knowing cause or effect...

But none will even define being fixed

(in a month where NHS lawsuits fpor compo are at record levels) 

which is moving on or evolving from ever suing... anyone....ever! a fixed pe3rson does not NEED 'compensation' as they know even a need for that kind of 'justice' is entirely  the wrongthink (they have far far less of in the EU as many interviews prove) 

unlike liverpool plc  with its Hillsboro the lawsuits could pay for a hundred youth clubs - the legal fees that is....

me ... even I could have had a chunky payout summer 2018 for a sure fire false arrest

forget it... remember ONLY the hurt caused to A .N. Other by her being as usual used in others nasty mad psychogames...and try to fix that in time...

but no shorink or even DSM 10 will say that a symptom of continued sickness is needing to sue the whole psych profession for stealing ALL your cash under falsies...

or if you are my age and have spent the last decade on your kids nutjobbery...

YOUVE BEEN HAD hhahh hahhhh....

Ss even i from just a fairly  thoughtful 'amateur' interest being no letters after my name, knowing poosych very well by my own intellectual interest ONLY AS I LOVE IT WHEN HUMANS ARE PROVEN WRONG...

which is the opposite of Miss Anne Thropey..its likeing them sometimes and trying to save their gussets from getting in a twist 

Now....there's a lot been creatively UNintentionally created of late merely as the mental bounce just gets bouncier despite no reason ever to bounce...as theyre all stuck, lost or prejudge EVERYthing especially me...

i mean in REAl life not via fakebook i never use  or whatever their latest iteration of too fearful to write back unmessaging service is...

 

(heritage, i wonder if he will?) Now it really is the 'end' when the moronic lil' retard

 ..and as an ex vocational worker needing PERFECT balance in fact two of three 'callings' my lifetime, errata four, have required exceptional balance, to survive them..

The latter twenty years off and on (big one soon, maybe.... if she ever calls as her texts state) doing the tough no-help rural jobs nobody else ever bothers with, making a profession of which is sad for them as they are the only fun: building log sheds, even nag sheds... the true worker brought up doing it knows its the balance - pivoting from hammering that nail, to cutting off with hacksaw that one that someone left sticking out (especially at illicitgirlsriding - my god whoever built her last fences long ago, had a deathwish - hers, as must she have as she had left long nails sticking out, prone, that could tear woman or horsieflesh so easily.. this is the real heritage of the land they all go around cooing 'what lovely heritage' about - i do jhave the photographic evidence, over 20 years its been my hobbuy and no real time til now to start to doll out merely for artistic purposes .... ) 

no assistance, a fence to rebuild so much easier and logistically effiocient if there is someone just to hold the rails....

fatchance....so you have to adapt, or starve...and the bodily 'flow' from leaning that way to hold that rail in place, and flow the other to grab the hammer if it was YOUR fault not to have had hammer in place before grabbing the rail and lifting into place...

the dance.

The one 'pure' dance.... pivoting here, twisting there and no you can't twist too fast so as you hurt a disc... never ever having injured onsesself whist NEVER wearing silly workman boots - usually sandals all summer....  knowing always where any possible danger from the upointy old nail to the hammer head not secured adequately as the last fixer of it ..failed...

Is the only way you get through the day...a true 'land' artiste... which is ten times more arty farty dance than any so called dance artiste

Anyway with such perfect bodily awareness integrity balance and all their made up workshopping words..

I know EXACTLY how straight and level i hole my lil' underclass piece of crap  when i take a photo in 'portrait'.

But the stupidest 'upgrade' in the whole of human history that has branded itself 'intelligent' is so random...

god help us even if npo one has answered them for about five years, when the soundrels figure how to set it on email marketing

Which is the real evil of 'AI' none of the nouvea wankeratti of the podcasterati can even remember as an 'issue' -  it was only a decade or ish ago when email became so overwhelmed by every scoundrel ever invented by normal means, hacking in even to the DWP computer quite obviously as i was only registered for  tax credit (not a 'benefit' merely a Tony Blair top up for the bottom third of even workers in rip off Britain where the wanky 'campaigners' on housing cannot even tell you: "singapore THE most free of free capital flowy markets in the world..realised fourty years ago that housing cannot be free flowing as a market or you end up like Britain of the 21st c  and have an actually stalinist housing ecosystem where its very hard to rent the spare bedroom even to your own longterm girlfriend..." and Tony daren't reduce the absurdist UK property market as he was scared of change, so added a bung to the rent p;ayers that way ..)

 and kept my number and phone entirely sterile except for that one necessity but  whadyerknow  hackyspam calls started even then...and as for email, that was almost murdered 15 years ago...

so when 'AI' is set loose marketing its way into intelligent hyperspace you aint got a hope in hell that it wont win all arms races forever more even finding its way in to your various messaging apps, clearly nobody reads any more...

But i began my own patent sneaky way of getting things at least browsed a long time ago....

I wonder if it will work one last time... i doubt it as of course the real prob i didn't understand until meeting so many is that these smiley such goody goody ashramish blokes  - the ones who bob around all enlightened and sat in yoga positions... and you just know they have a largeish library of self help books on how to multi level market without ever even hinting thats what they're up to...

Don't pass on even a  letter to their sister.....and as for any attempt to email a cultural organisation or troupe of artists... and some bloke may be on email duty that day. (and this was fair dinkum apparent even 20 years ago a rare necessity to 'communicate' to some very small MArches festival or the like..)  there is no way any of these blokes - all to a one ashram smiley, and every word they market is 'community' is ever going to make sure an e,mail received by a bloke is forwarded to one of his... tribe of girlies even about her so important and possibly emotionally essential, lost property...

Anyway now it clearly is on their 'psychadelic' therapies that Sam Harris and even the cool younger Brits of psychology (soon you will realise ALL that is fake - incontrovertible evidence in essays half writ soon up here)  and i am sure DAvid Fuller a pretend once channel 4 journalist, turned guru.... yes the mush is must have as cure for all ...

anyway i shall return to that at length however its halucinating or on tghe mush "microdosing"  (this is the ultimate in wombwrap language they all MUST tell you immediately how they do just that every day to so sail through the day with the most manifestly supreme  finest minds and mindfullness...and if i hear it one more time in fact i doubt its arrestable to projectile vomit on their smock so keep that in mind!) itself and cant decide whether or not to fiddle with my way up...

last page 

FIRST page of is it seven

this video IRRELEVENT as i have ten years of TEN times better finger pointy vids ALWAYS nongeolocated and as campuflaged as possible as there's no point pointing out ANY baddie, ALL AND EVERY 'green' too scaredy cat to go and ask if we could help by removing the plastic strewn around their lands... very very often far moreso than ZAc or any greenist or tourist brochure about Brecon Beacons NAtional park would suggest (thats where i have the best photostudies all arty farty ) 

 (even this one i didnt realise had to be CENSORED) 

oops ...one musnt forget

 the bourgeois version 

they're people too, even if 99.999% inversion

of anything actually human.

And i am master of real economix

a decade of flying bigjob wankerbankers 

even down here when ' these the " stix" 

so they could buy it cheap and sell it off to the arms brokers

of Gweek and them fake trustifarian blokes

toss off to girls in chokers

As so enjoyed this🤣last year here

 ' sharing' for their own good:

i understand exactly what is a credit default instrument, or swap

and caused their mere hump in The Road 2008

and what a bond yield means 

and even simplifying " we pay a higher international credit card  rate than basket  job, Greece"

And no its not the  fault of even Nige and co

Its the 100% unsustainable family Apocalypse

no child support..... by her ' community'

been rampin up the cc debt  all this century

And i love it hearing of late  in even the BBmeedia

the 'wonks' all squirming

" ehh......this time i doubt any new morning.." 

The end of their .... living in the past, off our kids future

No more money in the bank....

Forever empty gas tank

But every single one cannot even begin to fathom

That smallest bit of academic reality.

Academic, of course they'll just keep on keepin on, at the house of

teaching what never worked. 

to be cont

but diverting back into what hope wil truly enrage

i read it decades back on fine ole Stanton' page

QUICK.....

 eight percent

too the rhythm of ....

speedotype...

 I mean even if got a bit frump errself

a lot of walking would have sorted her chubby bot out too...

The most interesting of all 20th century 'philosophy' 

That continues no matter what they say....

does one have to summon all the voodoo theres ever been!?

And shout it down their deaf ears....

I should get the movie made that would bring em to tears:

of regret they never listened....

I spent the most paradisical summertime from time to time with the one most perfect ever country lasses.....

just me and err even sometimes discussin' her hay....

and the rolling

of it...

(the one i would have dreamed of forever ever since the first one schoolboy bestalked

on my bike)

NO ! not innit...

cos she  hasn't QUITE got to it.....

I mean imagine a harmony hairsprayed perfect advertorial

 but one hundred percent organic

(the babe from the Nimble baloon

 wasit all soft focus dreamy... from every Cider with Err dream ive ever had)

and her smile so unarrogant and wishing, a tutorial

from her slightly older manfriend...

about technique and her grasses....

NO... not one even dirty thought, or smallest 

ohh wahts the poncy word for a bit of an errection?

involuntary movement

ONLY the ones who've got to fifty three

grown into all their skin even if a bit puppy-flabby

can ever ever ever even hint of real desirability

The whole of dumb ass YAnk user marketeering 

i dont think even her mind could remain free

of, what is simply WRONG 

So, to get very very intellectual, which isn't as humanity is so simple....

 But over complicated by so many who haven't taken the time to BE

I mean being.... in her hayfield with her - the truest beaut of them all, my lil' friend....

As 'elder' to her half the summer as she, errata we,  eldered her  nag policy

for the next generation....

And of course ... You have to imagine the truly sweetest humblest lil' non-competitionist, fine mum of the next gen.... (proof is evident) " course its not about taking 'part' ..its about WINNING... that nagcup...well... who knows..... maybe once..."

But then as soon as you even utter a hint to the flouceratti.... JUST FOR FUN

there may be some competitive element

I mean one is hardly, anywhere.... other than in the endless Stepford infested Truman shows her latest handbag...

or whatever....

very very optix, ally....

One gets ones head bitten off via that Praying Mantis just about to gobble, look....

Anyway not one so sadly has ever heard of whom its STILL all about

Being a proper intellectual (that should get rid of all my English storkers mere margarine compared to Euro butter)

Even if 'letting go' courses - or at least cheatseheets

 pledged to, and a pledge is a promise writ in blood

 

Anyway yes so just writing one paragraph on the following i knew i never could do as I knew it wasnt the prob

But bit by itzy...

You know, still its all there ever was....

This human "autonomy" - and i don't ever claim false goddess, nope she defo is IT

whatsername Muzz Moore....

ok member her by the first attempt he had one.

Ohh she SURE has earned her two...

even if five hundred odd years a bit late

 this 'autonomy' business... (theres already something a  day or so in drafts i guess needs the polite version, so as to end your psycho version)

Thing is 'letting go' is very much also

seventeen years ago i knew as we all did for decades

that nobody officially 'religious' is any good for nowt

But just un 'intentionally' - ferk the latest colonised word for especially 'womb belts' I skit not

allowing a few audience...of them religious ones.

But as one develops a kind of confidence ascending their ladder

KNowing each time thay cant be any badder

(than Father Richard HAy on Wye....

fair dinkum he didnt hide his cynicism and apathy

and loads of fags over a not enough coffee

exactly what the English love of course, someone who merely is

no good to man nor dog, dressed up as a sexy svelte man of god

parading his lil' boy habit around the town

him in long dark lord, ankle length gown)

Anyway forget him the irrelevance even if nationally famous

international i would bet all they all ever wanted

some lil' radio interview on their mantle piece

ideally saying nothing

Ascending up the ladder of the religiously adroit and even having some preachy power

EG even the economics manager of the  Horrorforsire VERY wealthy 'Mormon' 

carpark hundreds of thousands i bet that cost

glistening new black tarmac the propper job kind

Main 'friend' some years.

 But its many of them deep down, 

below trendy emoltionless  M+S jeans

or even Richard's long gown...

Its quite extraordibnary

Not one can ever ever preach simple utilitarian words such as 'collective' or 'the common good'

Long ago that i  understood

Yet the real issue is.... if you do let them speak as for years i did

The more 'educated' those with pulpit power

more likely went to the same poshschool as the one above

Who signs the cheques in Lambeth or even Rome...

 

They all have this sort of new age (defo upsy downsy disorder) hunky Giles Fraser  style... that ' hes a working class man of the peeps, dog collar nothing spikey about him...

 would be great bloke to go an ave  aint with or even share a bot of gin...'

But if you listen, over time...and i gave them all the time in the world

wasting mine

Its quite extraordinary that most 

eventually reveal within them, not even her ghost

but her rather holey philosophy,

that anyone who has a realistic understanding of ....

say the Yugoslav warring insanity

of 93 or about them times....

there is human 'autonomy' 

which is almost the exact opposite or at least evil twin to Ayn Rand's, 

even more .... upsy downsy is not even adequate

a notion to describe what in the real word is perversion 

sadly, as 'twould have been ideal if we could

float or fight to that top,

based on her fallacious concoction

that the best bits are always creamy

just like the eponymous cappuccino, classless

load of froth,  

so perfectly described by the so called original (wrong!) Queen of the goth

self determinism so as to pursue ones OWN 'happiness'  as a divining 

right way of living....

is simply wrong....

I was the king of that in my twenties even if undercover

And didcovered  - by purest accident, it all to be the very exact opposite

 

Steve Bannon, his pet and copyist  the sad lil' Cummings, 

All stated disciples, but the discipleship

thats kind of surprised even me, is those who quote the bible

a metoo gun strapped to their very very 'self' deterministic hip

that really really is so  perverted, now

there's no 'end times'  but certainly a long tail

to Ayn's  so tragic selfish wail!

And the amount of religious bigwigs that even if figuratively

have a copy of her Fountainhead

as baptismal break reading matter

....to be cont

but not one will even listen to " hmmm... that opinion of yours, on social policy...is really rather a lot more Ayn adjacent than.... well, i thought your so called good book, was about whats good for all of humanity...

here and now on this earth before up escalator time..."

But it isn't straight communism 

That leads far too many to some or other prison

But i do find it endlessly stimulatin'

How they never ever try and ponder what are the real walls here and now

that stop others from joining in with their ....

even if they never admit it, so shabby Ayn Randian I'm alright Jack

Merely hark back to a made up history

That can be so perfectly plotted to one bloke Mister rewrite it in my words

Tyndale, who clearly was merely guessing

before losing his head to the head honcho 

who wanted to use it for his own bedroom hijinks

and claim his words as his own, 

or the next one on the throne

Without any effort at any form of better rewrite

based on the reality of humanity

That's almost the exact opposite of her inconsistency

with any obvious truth

But just how many of those top churchy biggerwigs 

you know and can prove, really are infected by the alrightJack

version, well.. Orwell gave us a farm full of pigs

A failed .... I'm bored of knowing for far too long

that's the story that needs a jolly good 'hack'.

 

Eureka...i can blackmail 'im.....

 The aforementioned wisest ever priest....

From serrrrrbia....(i know who he is even if LET GO ..i deliberately havent even continued that lil' theme 

so as to make myself seem

CBD deprived absurdist disordered  DSM five point zero

untranslatable froghead

(oops i havent done HER supreme contribution yet ....she ..here...gave me, its in the notepads "batty as box of frogs" i have too much to remeberate

 here in a countywise  paradise of  lost loonified fakehate..... 

MAybe the clue is in the 'sir' bit)

him and his " the day the misic died, the last great rock'n rollerrr..." from his Serbian pulpit

Missed out his descendant, too good to be mere crumpit

And quite wrong Mister Sexist homo erotic Marching Songist

taking the piss.....

 As once maybe once only 

even if to a crowd of Krauts

someone showed that .... she was exact sublime goddess 

of describing the whole damn mess.....

Right...now can he still travel?

Into truth and 'hope' 

no its not a joke

 

But that unwanted lil' contribution

Yesters him...i i could never even hint

i saw that glint

in his eyes.....

through his disguise

Even if far far too late

I know at least one of them, the powerbrokers

agrees, those weedy chokers

round their necks, 

histoo.....  he should lead it, but flippin' eck

of course the real prob, no point croakin as a solo frog

Now, all i wanted was just one ...like itzy bitzy eroine.

 And ok... she was a genius... heritigely speakin'

And her fifty year anniversary just 'appened.....

And having spent a whole magnificent summer actually knowing it was probably the greatest second sight piece of art almost ever....

and dancing to it quite often onJob, oops errata they all were so busy pantin' no jobs

 

Her singing about here even then....

she has to be spiked, too.... 

even if the CBD  prob ferked her up her hairytage...

as i'm sure it has some kind of effect

at the very least, not realising that authentic, means...always

define "letting go"

 ...bit of a tough nut, that one...

But here is one of many examples, at some point soon i shall attempt to getting to....

So, as sermonette  the eve before last (thats a word according to the ONLY interference i allow  - all apps turned off al auto-anything told to fuck off and die,  but i allow the redline spell checker to remain but its SO intermittent its daft some days is there some not even if a google 'product') "twenty twenty it was utterly hilarious, loving the great slow down... and seeing NO 'spiritual' sermonetter  had ANYthing to say they were all hiding behind their sofas i guess still even that twenty twenty time-off, winter... no great 'spiritual' grift until the spiritual grifters of the HAy region (firstly, Presteigne following six months later) had had time for the pandemic of self pity ("pity us in our newbought house in the Clyro wilds all  necessarily locked down so no bug for miles can get in and even give the nippers a sniffle...[ when twas known no nippers get that sniffle]...." as we are rich enough to not have any neighbours  etc)  until  about six months on they are so bored of their own company (and their 'tribe' they still sneaked in for purposes of illegal crowdfunding grifts eg poor Dot - chief tribal elder even if they all deny their age.... and her 'charity' song that needed  5 grand raised.... funny that no charity number or purpose mentioned in her crowdfunder write up... just a title "Charity Song Breathe for all the sufferers...  needs 5 grand to be rerecorded professionally etc" 

Anyway they   the others... ehh  maybe even Richard Bach, not the shabbiest sybarites ever who came to the Wye region,  may have had something interesting to say.... just along the great Fromm title To Have or to be....

Nope..i searched and cross reffered and meandered around their swamps of being so self  pitiful most didnt even bother with the crowdfund grift...

Until Deepak popped his head up

with actual space cadet next to him his grifter smiley babe in space costume at his 'consul' where he was in his space office fielding quiestions online 

I just pissed in my pants with the hilarity of it..... seems he got a bit of a bad rep later on for being a tad Love island or whatever that irrelevance is called

Anyway as the 'FOLLOWERS' basically started to copy him by summer 21 no cleaning lady jobs left  so lets at last get that 'spiritual' career going...

... as always stated these so dodgy blokes STARTED it all..... even if the Foxy sisters really did way back then...

Anyway 'letting go' is quite likely appearing so absurdistly Miss oh Jenny go and do the housework, I'm too busy trying to out-smart Deepak...

BY actually 'loving the sisterhood being so in despair at seeing how it became 99% smiley online babes selling the worst 'spirituality' ever trying to outdo  dodgy Deepak....

And they continue....

And it gets even worse....

And then rarely able to recall my own superb copyrighted lines such as as we knew Holford  started  or at least industrialised, the supplements con decades back... using the posh ex private schoolgirls bored and meaningless lives around his Institute of Optimum Nutrition i had such a  fun evening parked up with one of his 'students' last time i ventured South east for any fun...

At least she was honest about her meaningless and her husbands and her dodgy daddy's... poor thing

And put her 'frustration' into something best fun ever

 

Anyway i probably seem like the Olympic Gold medalist of Miss oh Jenny....

And 'letting go' is i couldnt care less as i havent started the real  shit yet even if three years ago..lonely for her (seeming sanity) ... i had to meander elsewhere...

I had NO idea...  and began to research.. just a little Georgie boy... conversation... taking interest in the 'political' on the streets of Penzance or Foulmouth....

All of them so so  fake ' Ciizen Smith' - at least wolfie (i seem to recall) could laugh at himself a bit...

But every single one spoken with...EVERY single one of the pretend plebclass as all they go to sleep dreaming of is mum dying they havent bothered seeing for years back in  Manchester or wherever and inheriting the bit of cash she hasnt yet drunk away..

All of whom adopted the fake uniform of these fakes

yea thats about right two and a half billion fake fans...

ALL of who moved to the swest like locusts to buy up the last of any 'vintage' clobber.... and resell it later on to....

drum ROLL...

sell on to pay for their.... "CBD"

poor me poor lil thick 'yokel i am had NO idea that the WHOLE of the Swest sees this as THE cure remedy answer to ALL their ills....

ALL... every other sentence  is about their 'oils'... and magical properties blahh blahh yabber yabber...

And who  - almost to a man, has the CBD shops and preaches it as top enlightened VENDOR, oops they dont sell it they 'share' it from their shops....preacher....

almost only 

THE MEN

 as i ascertained three years ago and haven't even got around to putting up the interviews photos utterly harpooning the,m....so as to make MYself seem nice and very very mannist  being as they are the vilest snake oil sellers ever as my my their whole con is a cult! religion followed buy all the 'vintage' lot and almost everyone else ...bet they even hooked the local coppers onnit..

As i should...as its the 'higher authority' truth and i aint frightened of their mafia ....

as all i ever wanted to do was find a way of getting her to safer mafia lands...

such as even serbia

But letting go, is needing NOTHING...not even needing my thousands of readers to know that all i care about is equality for my lass's gen...

and i know i live it. Only... and want that lot of MALE manipulators (even if i bet the female CBD sellers are plotting their overthrow)   put in a cage with the seals, and not the nice natural kind who are dying of CBD oil in the piss that pollute the seas.. 

The Navy ones...and make sure they're having a bad day and deprived of their steroids or amphetamines i bet theyre pumped full of so as to stay up all night, pumping bullets into Afghan babes and their babes..

oops maybe errata thats the Brits innit...

Bet theyve  got a contract for the CBDs

 to 'therapise' em once theyve also pumped themselves full of PTSD

and realise that ....ehh Melanie

 Aint got the dure either....

for wjhat even Deer Hunter taught us

HUMAN AUTONOMY

 " mum...cunt.... why did you  scare off dad with false allegations just to keep the benefit dosh....?!?... maybe HE would have manned up and told me.. i mean it was on the telly enough even late seventies... if i go to war, unnecessarily....ehh i will end up playing russian roulette just to dull the pain of what i may see...!..or why didnt YOU tell me...... surely thats what you were meant to be .... MY PROTECTOR and elder... and guide.....fuckin facilitator rather than facile tittilator lost in  the latest advertorial leaflet for  soundbowl therapy.... for your sick stupid empty space  - 'universe',  between your deaf ears, where humans once had brains "

  

which of course, the most superb mind i have met for decades...Mister Mongrel  'Maverick' Ali.... couldnt remember his job, too..... guide his own

Just playin' on that prom

Mister Bonjangles...for you

Never, metoo

Even if he tried

So, there is nowt worse than having only thirty six percent batt when it's kairos time

 But nothing better than at least ONE reliable gay buddy

who's lil' hole one has a reliable rendez-vous with soon...

And a long session of sticking my plugs in - if things go to unpanned plan, a week... and QUIET!

Even if the quietest most splendid summer for years, an even quieter autumn - without any doubt it is that true quiet that's one of many cures to the "overwhelm"  which is merely A. not having a crusade even if a lil' sneaky one nobody knows about until you've done it... on the quiet, and B. all those frenetic angsty things of all of modern life like just the traffic hum most of their pestilent peninsula....even if one can find true quiet as i am expert at....

Anyway.....  even if the dullest word in the world, ALL the 'beautiful people' or sybarite class or seekers of plenishy abundance (ohh we have a whole new level ofg it recently discovered to giggle at! - god i need that one she was good on just how impure poor Jacqueline's nonsense is) are made ill by, politics.

And of course there is no mileage

 in pointing the vuuduu stick (ahh what am i to do with hers, 'borrowed', 'stave'?) at merely their wobbly and splintered 'new age'

As one realises that mass formation psychosis has been around far longer than the fine Belgian Desmett got famous for twenty twenty

Nope... the interviews.

So many -one a week or so back put up here with the fine German van couple, i am so dilligent i so quickly moved on to the next snippet for my meanest ever readers, i cant remember exactly which post it was and to make my job harder i give obtuse arsey titles to them, just for fun   

Anyway there is the next one soon - with the Belgian woman upon a 'Tor' a week back, just her and I passing the time of a lovely day where nobody else had bothered getting some exercise and landlopeing up there...her a proper naturalist. With her equipment. " "we come to enjoy the wildlife up here... "

" ehh well i spend a lot of time up here...i made great wildlife film of an interesting cuckoo a few months ago while reading great lil' books in parallel what a glorious summer i aline had... but i dont see much else..."

" yes we are very disappointed he has his bigjob out over there look... he's scanning the horizon down in the wooded valley... doesnt see much..

 " maybe we should have listened to our TV news, and saved the absurdly greedy cost of overnights here.... as its often stated that Britin is the most nature depleted country in the EU... "

" so if you would like to know why.... even if of course it's everyone lost to voodoo sticks and stupid equinox bullshit gatherations rather than gather to actually DO summit real...like put the Green 'politicians'  in the duckingstool ...and transport it to the local sewerage plant overflows,  which are never the problem  theyre all latterly fixated upon as an EASY target, when its the MIDlands shit that is and that is all above the town-line and there are no municiplan sewers  up hereabouts so its the domestics that Fergal fails to mention, the problem....

" yes but the REAL problem is the faecal brain butterfly disorder OF the 'green' politician class....  there being well over thirty years ago a splendid push, to put in 'margin;s - do you know that word, just leaving UNtilled areas around the edges of fields where rthe butterflies and bees can sort of be left alone...

"great policy... encouraged with some minor financial incentives... whats interesting is that places like Norfolk which are shithole factory farmed regions and 'yields' of thousands of Euros per acre so the margin is a considerable sacrafice, they did manage to jimmy them in..

"whereas my whole lasterregion - fifty thousand square km i would roam by foot or on my old bike, this region too -   and these regions are where the 'GREEN' politicos and Guardian Readers came to live,.... 

"one never sees a margin for years....

" and the faecalbrained 'greens'  - hobbyisys to make them look good in their semi retrirements or as they become fake boho laptiop class, cannot even remember one small word to chant on repeat as mantra time and again which is all politics is,  just repeat the same message and find maybe more palatable ways...of FUN ways...

" can we have those MARGINS please..... 

"nope.... every single one a narcissistic mad person who wants to recreate the wheel their way... their 'grassroots' to their new age formula and every single one brainwashed to chant "we are grassroots"

when we never got the wildgrass-roots that the margins schemes  splendidly promised thoirty years ago...

as they fuckerbyed off to the next thing to make them seem Messiah, and have their turn on radio 4 - hilarious as they moved in to the Wye region every single one said they wanted NOTHING... and were a private person, but one by one over two decades i noticed eventually they would all get their turn, preaching their messiah creds on wireless four as if thats all they ever wanted.... and then never following through with any sustained action....

  before ever even ensuring that one  great  splendid sane solution of margins actually ever got DOne... abd carried ON being DOne which is all politics is....very very boring 

No thats far too easy for the Mass selfsacraficial class disorder they clearly want as thats what they have....

(funny also.... if you listen to the Godslot this morn.... Prayer for Today... how Christianity emphasises 'there is a time to hate' .... as if it is a normal thing....  really... thats exactly what the whole of the splendid new enlightenment of the 'counter culture' especially as it revved up in to the early 80s, was meant to have dealt with once and for all....  )

Now... 'heritage' needs to be rebranbded, soon

And so much in the shitpipe-line .. that could stay in my private sewerage collection systems, forever as i know how to ensure they never ever even cause a bad smell for me...

But how wonderfiul he  - chief regional sexyguy,  slight rantyvoice ...retired... has time... hetoo knows that they have no hope...

saving the environment he is sort of pledged to...

 but yes just that one small fabulous change thirty years ago even longer ... they cannot even ever remember just keeping to one sane change-making policy was a great start...

And thus they all caused your 'End Times'...

One has noticed they seem to all be very much into of late 

Me i want to live as well decades longer so i aint avvin that!

so...its exasperationally bonkers

 As said to the in fact ok very middle class oops upper,  chap yesters...  " i loved your rant on using the human po on the land"

But what is the reality?

I am so glad to have explored three fabulous but dull years: thirty years ago the owers that be put in ' set aside' or 15 ish metre strips around an arable field left tor the birds and bees.

It sort of worked....

Was legally or economically wedged in over time in some regions  But organisations like NFU would be sulky and " ehhh up don't like idea of this its an attack on the farmer"

And what do we have thirty years on on Farmin Today today  the NFU babe begging for the bug strips

" butterfly strips" or whatever new jargon

to be paid for by the new ' scheme'  or whatever the lanyardef office workers in charge want to whoop whoop this decade ..   

but i didn't understand.....gow utterly butterfly brain the Lowland bossclass could be    

til i came to till their dead land..... and adventured into discovering and exploring how uts ten times worse - their lack of any consistency or overwhelm i guess than could have ever been guessed

Itoo just want to travel..a bit

But am so lucky to have the real " Orwellian'' version in my  chronicles.   

thats got nothing to do with the bossclass    

 who do not " divide" the plebclass .    as the middle class by default demand they are ( ohh pity us poor divided ones)

bossclass are too scaredy cat to even parent their own kids    ! (him yest)

never mind divide their diary into bits where they meet up with their plebclass landworker  as they say they will

This sceptic aisle ruled by ' class' but so classless a bossclass they couldn't organise a butterfly extermination brigade 

if they had a Harvard playbook on it, on earworm

Its just the people swarming 

..... global warming, caused by the effect of never ever following

through anything, we knew thirty years ago

as i knew 30 years ago

vut the utter word salad inedible with their slippery showoff chopsticks of everything...

i really do get when i didnt

." assisting" the peeps cant possibly be done...til they face up to their actual reality

Not the false one they swarm around so day after day

merely cos they're fearful.... 

never mind just lonely

And n

So, yesterday... "heritage" - in a long lived-in, travelogue, the one word said to me with 100% mind-clarity.

 And thus it needs to be celebrated

(even if the "silver lining"  rather more life affirming)

Even if it is just another one of them. Made of gold.

To be continued.

Now, oops then a few days ago there's a whole splurge in the pipeline...

 

Never mind this big job got up middle o' the night

And of course it gets titled 'silver lining' as in fact that's exactly what this has been a bout 

three dull years

but so many lil' bits to fill in soon

THE end no more new material until...

but they never do