The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
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Saving you HOURS of figuring what on earth is that 'New' Atheism, or why the whole 'heterodox' internet - which is what replaced in past times, sometimes a bit OK periodicals like TLS, The Atlantic or even Prospect mag, and how/why the rediculous grifters like DAvid Fuller of 'New reble Wisdom' and even thicker Chris Williamson.. all want to be the next rediculous bullneck Rogan who actually has read one book, and got it wrong..
Even saving you time reading this piece of toilet paper
cos its A. so badly reasoned as WHY and HOW to bugger-off the mumbo jumbo and B. even the BBC call it a naive reactionary ranty lil' schoolboy thing
(but i tell you WHY it is that...
no ranty lil' schoolboy speaking on the BBC could ever stop to...THINK.... of why)
CONTAINS BEST EVER QUICK SUMMARY OF....
QUITE SHORT!
How the 'New Atheism' totally destroyed any hope of a New saner Enlightenment
But does NOT exclude the existence of Faeries, however is fully diverse in that one could never conceivably know WHAT faeries think, want, or how perhaps they are really pissed off in their little faery ways that only other faeries may 'access' and be able to in any way figure their schema, which for all we could never know, is to experiment on humans daily to prove to themselves how not to live, if they ever do come alive, and exist in this 'reality'
Even if theres one small photo, i just do not understand!
Which is a fine cowriter's prerogative even if she will likely never ...
That's a pointb so a few weeks ago i even heard some silly bird on the 4chan which should be defunded just for her, actually wanting to have someone arrested for finding her a bit museish..
Like " i want a share of the copyright/ repeat fees if that gets monetsised.." Its a privilege to be a muse.
Its a privilege to be the only one who categorically has NO SELF PITY!!!
But it's not her fault the poor one entitled to be never ever thoughtcrimed of museily....
I know who's fault it is.
And it's all the way now....
and firing squads made up of water pistols fiilled with crocodile tears (thats fucking Voltairean genius - just came just like that in as usual a super hurry and only wishing to save battery for later...
.... if you knew the utter hurry/ conditions of service hear you'd put something at least in the but me a Serbian REAL coffee being as even them are ruined too... i guess - they only allow a guess, unless like the muse she is armed and very very dangerous - as nowt gets to her
especially when it is explained how it only came this morning why she is rightly to be celebrated... its the 'why' that matters.
Basically cos she isn't YOU. )
would be too good for them.
So yes when she is informed that she is the correct type of muse i know i shall get a thumbs up for thattoo.
Even if sh'e's like them all too busy ...to...
And has not a dime to spare with oldies and also buggered up youngers..
At least i know NOT because of her.
and she'll never have a few gals of diesel to spare.
LATER.
The new' systems' ...work.
Even if no point, no one 'gets' anything.
Especially you - the above long written diatribe, could fix even you.
And if you embodily knew
for a fact its true.
Would at least buy me a coffee via my bank; as all those things will fall away soon, too...
And you'll like everyone else spend the next decade moaning, rather than knowing, you can survive ANYthing.
Me i can't even read what is written up in here due nobatt
It should say 13 Oct page 1 if not, the stupid ferker has put them in the wrong way.
And the stupid ferker puts most of them in landscape my end when theyre shot in headhot.
(ahh there she is smileything)
Now.. actually then a couple of years back the very last sane words, " I'm reading it dad..."
But what is the opposite of his long camping trip?
(even if i have tried to tell err The Ruskie " god he is so dour.... there should have been SOME goodtimes, even there.. so in your muvvatongue, i know I'm not allowed to even use the word Pushkeeeennn... with your ' reatrd! you cant READ pushers in English you must BE him in Riuskie... ...' )well fuck it he needs to be updated, with his antithesis...i have A duty, TO... NOT THAT ANY ENGLISH KNOWS WHAT DUTY IS...)
oops minor non-rant about what i don't care about.
All I care about at the moment is that two 'documents' need marrying, but i didn't know that until thiosterdawn.
One a sport of poetical odey celebratory thing already written; And the missing bit i didn't know about until i picked up my stupid pen a few hours ago and wrote itg.
And i do believe i have only met one who actually would 'get' that below...
And thats the point, of the ode!
(no pity in her... as per Rachel Kushner's Mars Room genius...a bloody hurty time.... pitying doesn't heal anything ro even allow one to understand anything real - none of British publishing seems to be able to ever understand although one has heard interesting things about them lower class Ulster BAbes of late....)
Ahahh but there's still a bit missing and i forgot now what it was...
a rainy day maybe someone needs some reading material....diligently retained as evidence)
no not this one
So we have a person, who is the greatest case study ever, and takes publix...
I mean stick on AC/DC doing a tango in North Korea and you couldn't replicate for one shmanian vibrating tape recorder, the 'DARK energy'...
in her "transcript". That was made for publication, as like 'em all in their voodoo heads they know they are the 'chosen new Miss - higher'
up the elevator to Nirvana
and a better class of hot yoga..
or energetic healing
Voodoo...
(did my blown kiss heal her poor sore thumb?)
" I open in love and light...."
which a thousand pages later is the definition of how to make the next Mister Manson....sssss. of i pray not her kids.... but they never had dad to balance.
(Anne Patchett's dad got to interview how interesting maybe thats why she's above all the ridiculous Voodoo! and thus in Bel Canto so beautifuly danced along with any old commer... the kidnapees knowing the kidnappers...just simple once sweet lost human's too... in what has always only ever been small 'p' politics...)
Anyway from a week ago - sucha backlog, and reminder of a promise, too
What is the opposite if Voodoo?
(to be cont)
(private: Now....will it work? )
i can take evocative snaps but lil' Miss snappedjob...
knows that there's only face to face
Last time i gave a gift, to the most perfect new human
i got one back.
but the gift i want from her is a few lines on the 'magyc' i never even dream we can understand...
and anyway a bush in the hand
or is it bird
SHE needs to be heard.
anyway it amused me to see that i had sort of succeded getting down to below a thousand meanies a day last week...for the first time in several months....
Only because i can..... but i don't mean it...
Oh yes THE HEROINE next! A true one.
The great one and only role model...
I do hope she appreciates the ten years of work in that! finding just one....who even emailed back from her Nutcaseland
America is excelling herself of late...
But never. Its so much nicer to have spent most of the summer falling asleep under the sun upon the hills and not have to even think about any bugs never mind men with guns shooting snakes
(the one memory i still have of why of course she was different to me...back then in Hicksville.... Newton N C
the one great friend .. perfect, for years
Maybe i have another, almost the same kind of perfect frequency
a daily whatsap, quite thoughtfully....
thing is... that time back then...
maybe i learned my lesson.
right dozens of vidclips over weeks still to link in here....
to be worked on edited and remembered what i was waffling about. Soon.
But so much to do funstuff todo....
Now... disguise and camouflage....someone likes my wordplay...
Who doesn't get invited to the word play here. Where i am master of disguise even moreso than her camouflage...
As one perfect 'moment' she knows is so valuably thrilling
(and funny at both our expenses)
it may take a year to get it into something she could sing
(and even create one of those silly dances)
Now....
for a complete part hermitudinous walking in those hills
silly billy
One never quite gives up... and having at last met SUCH a breath of fresh air on both threir breath
Perfectly poised - no 'anger' that can be Miss Taken for passion...
I have a ridiculous amount to DO on rainy days...
I shall not even get to the REAL entertainment long promised... her Transcript...
A 'document' that shows in her hand just how much real damage is in metaphysical nonsense.... when it even admits to the damage to their own kids... by her, whilst giving every excuse for her to even remain above the simple law of being a human that keeps to the rules of life:
Letting a parent see his kids before his most untimely but several months on the last bed, death.
Never mind latterday shamania - its all been around for far too long the whole "I am the chosen vehicle" dystopia that got far worse than anyone bothered noting...
latereve ...for at least a while before dozing off to himtoo...
So, searching, for some other way to critique ....
that's a point! shared lexicon how on earth does one describe onsesself in a so called society where even the word 'liberal' has been twisted into something, by some clever dick, suggesting one is in fact all along part of the corporate plot!
(we knew about fourty five dull years ago, over out underage illegal shandies in the pub)
So, this is war... especially now it did indeed come at dawn. (How wonderful to be spanked yestermorn, with a real woman's words " I think you need to do a bit more work on that one ... " i did tell her that getting out my big job, meant it was time to get down to the propper one... of describing that glorious moment.
Which as she knows is an ode... to what should never be. In one dodgy tool of her trade.
Gobbledygook over soon. Especially as we have a new word: rootsy. Perfect; even if it comes via the usual icebreaking via some dumb mutt. (which has to be also purposed into how the one that always makes me laugh - i get her infact always have second sight " i just KNEW you would have that arsy awkward squad answer to my simple straightforward polite question.." who is most insulting about her dumb mutt. She loves of course but performative love is perraps the problem... )
And the word for the day is bogus. Even if in Bogusville which is merely a whole region which has no interest whatsoever for me.... at least its got a slightly nicer vibe, flavour or frequency, than fake.
And on the very last walk...of course! California and The source in one troupe so inhumanly trampin' around not even noticing such a truly lovely place to have some random encounter and perhaps just a lil' solidarity that such places should inculcate...
Nope, the endless 'headspace' talk - or rather instruction! One pointing her gibberish at the other as she knows so much more about all that brain function, right out of a Fatty McGee so called discussion....
I bet she monetises, too....or at least plans to. When the latest science is the whole damn thing - high-tech, imaging it, is illusion....
Yet more of the same lost boy hype...
That yes indeed could never in a million years be figured, from a brain scan, of what happened in mine, when i saw that one perfectly symbolic violent repercussion. Beyond discussion.
She though seems to know - intuitively, value free, magically. Why it made me smile.
and thus is worthy of living on.
When to others it would have represented, The End.
Politeness thus far means she won't admit all the others around the bend.
..... lets see, how far; and what the breakage does portend.
Ok back to business, now ... without any doubt theres a gloomy fog
all around, (even the price of nags has just plummeted! so i am reliably informed
but i bet no one mentions, ditto the price of their houses, down the bog
nineteen ninety or thereabouts i remember well,
it took about two weeks for suddenly Maggies property owning democracy
ooh it loaded them up in the right order this time its as hot and cold and upsy downsy as all the rest of em these days...
Now, like a REAL version of NOW which is about the future...
OUR children's future....
Them, wow! they are life changing....
A true artist at last who is so so honest about even her own profligate usage of hydrocarbons...
and how THEY should ponder self restraint...
FOR ...THE....COMMON....GOOD
as example to their fifteen year old...
And she said it before i would dare even think it.
And thus at last can speak freely with at least one of them... " well i jotted that years ago but don't tell any one as my my .... [ to be cont]..."
(all i really know is bring back Monty Python - all the Europeans did see it, i know as i ask them, and it is perfect shared lexicon, for such splendid hilarious absurdist stuff in the news - and you never hear a European performatively saying i never listen to it as one started to hear in the Britolins two decades ago - i guess they know its a necessity, simple citizenly/parental duty, to stay a bity informed... but when one of those technogarchs announce "we are going to make it against the rules to emotionally abuse one of our machines" you know that even Monty would scratch his scrotum with an ashramic smiley look on his dumb face, trying to figure how one got to here? ... forgetting the answer they answered - that we must laugh at EVERYthing in ourselves.... even things like how my once sane schoolbuddy spent his whole last twenty years perfroming avidly that he's no Thatcherite whist living in his million quids worth of thatched property-owning-Thatchies and all he can think of is passing on inherited wealth to his lass he even calls "bimbo" whilst sharing stories of how our contemporaries who did inherit dosh..[not me never a bean thank god!] .. had a far worse life and often a shorter one too... all an absurdist theme park hall of mirrors, and no good songs any more... the two matters are not unrelated.... as you can only write good songs about events dear girl events... especially as they are in a perfect word picture without any need to TELL peeps what to think.... i mean even The Bard wouldnt have dreamed up that Simple...Twist of Fate... a better word picture than his wet lettuce attempt! )
Bad not a word, or a most inadequate one for total extermination of the soul which takes so many years to tippy toe forward into just about tolerating itself.
And events, dear girl, events... (such as falling in love with two toddlers and one not yet even toddled out the funhole yet)
Nope, you can do an MA in 'compassion'. Which explains the one who zooms all around Europe, very fast, many hundred km a day, looking for places to wash her hair... and endlessly preaching " i'm living the dream for you to watch and plenshly be at oneness with me and be healed just by my sponsorship deals so i can pay for all this fuel" and also am 'beyond the script' whilst figuring whats to be the next grift at some 'medicine' festival once the plastic tits have been compassionately removed WAs it an MA in compassion and mindfulness? I do believe so. Which is irrelevant in that all of them give orders like Stalin's executioners: " Be present.." or else. The 'else' ion question: you won't achieve my level of compassion as my lanyard says I am it... as does my business plan.
To be continued. Now at last the reset has been part finished. IN such simplicity and ultra zen. And bounce.
SO, all these loads of words are merely still about one thing begun early twenty twenty three
Simplicity.
Yuck word stolen by the grifters to graft onto an MA in it* ( and all their other Stalinette notions) I am sure they have by now..
Just, what is 'simple'.
As stated one must complexify to simplify. But that sounds like it should be a module in one of their learnings... for cash and CV status.
The real purpose of being a simple simpleton is merely figuring by living in it - the common bad, what is the common good. And it hasnt changed for centuries.
IN a bit.
* but they wont have a lecture on self compassion or compassion for others is knowing if you have a splendid eight hours deep sleep even on the cliff edge, then that means you've done your actual universal utilitarian best..
And it's up to A.N. other to maybe who knows,,,mean what s/he said...? You have zero purchase, not even a plan B... all or nowt. So as to be free and be back at nowt.
THE great journalism of the summer - truly superb.. (the Media Show she was catterboxing on one aft) .... thoughtful, by a female, as I am quite sure he was bored of himself, he aint that stupid, and liked having her around for cheap thrills...
About two months ago... " i followed him around his mayoralty for quite a few years.... my my what a polished performer...never mind a bit of a perfect so called social media sensation at times... [ i wish they would stop that term i mean half the worlds presidents, prob nearer three quarters use personal broadcast channels from their bedside to announce policy for gods sake its patronising and so retarded a term the world is part televised unless you are a young french man who dropped his phone while DOing something real and thus couldnt go ' viral' ... ...]...
" but i think once, only, i saw his TRUE self....one day there was some bad press about his Mancunian Fatter Blue line one day suggesting they were a bit NKVD...
" and you could almost hear the splinters of fragile glass exploding behind his always smiley seductive eyes working away to work out who's veins he is going to slit and drink their blood..... if they dont stop saying hurty words about him..... "
And its as if everyone else has forgotten or not been fact-checked briefed on...(so many "he's so sweet and chummy he needs a free pass" ) .... this superb woman and her excellent real journalism
About someone you will never ever know their REAL side...
He's so good at spinning....
.... far better than the 'Christian' who conned us all....
" ehh those lil fancy things you fed me with...[video soon theres a pipeline filled with what is there so as to spite, all the besmitrcheratti or mere assumers as all Anglospherics seem to orbit their foul rock in the choppy seas, stuck to... only that mode...]
" ... well they werent what i expected...."
" you... what do you MEAN by THAT!!!! ....? you insultin' my fayres...??!!
[ stated with the emotional energy at her stage
she's still there dancin' at, and hummin' along.....
and means every word.... of her total nuclear no half-measures... brutal nuclear winter fallout]
" no... i meant INTERESTING... a bit like you... really mong... like.... sweet on the outside but inside fiery and vicious..... ok satisfied thanks.... ooh do that look on me again please...
" now back to business... its the YUMMY MUMMIES you gotta go for.... your patch their literal temple and playground.... hers my idea list..."
Anyway far far too whats the Dickens duff line? better a place or is it finer....
what a ridiculously unimagined best almost ever summer into the last day tomor....
Too much happening nowhere and in an unlife... i forgot, of course, she, isn't all Oracle Girl 'pure' bred....
She's the ultimate mong...I mean you cannot get more: all the raggety southern madness, still arguing about whether or not knees are too erotic a thing to be shown in public, and all that hammer and sickle stuff from up North...
And a babe who really knows exactly what hers were invented...for.....
The purest medley of everything for a whole century...into one sweetest mongrel smile.
("and dont ever say 'retard' never mind 'spastic, as you've been mind-controlled now, into its correct euphemistic term of endearment, as 'twonce was, in front of the yummies ...or i tell you luv... you'll be so blacklisted even you wont know whats whackjobbed you... they're far far more vicious than your amateur NKVD..". )
Never mind that so ridiculously perfect lil' un laster weekend... proving mongrels are far more advanced in their mental function and SO much more alive and dangerous, than any mere purebred...
Is a mongrel, and if not in the so called blood, in her past...
Being those formatives, do shape and positively confuse if between Aisles..or continents. And the chief Mong my ohh my...
(" we are so ridiculously lucky in fact THE luckiest generation by far in history... ballcocks to our miserable maudlin or even depressed descendants who moan and assume and find reasons to piss you off as theyve got nothing more menaingful to do..... ...bully for us! ....who would have thought...for example one could have had in ones DNA about fourty dumbass years The Flozz and his takes-him-rather-a-long-time-to-kindnap-her-onto-his-bigjob-REALman-houseboat-song, from that perfect book, into good film assitappens, and then thirty years later you can chance across it being sung live and very dangerous when we never imagined Gabriel's magnificent magical realism could ever be re-artformed..into something just as supremely as emotional....... its paradise this Tube...we could do this forever... lets.... c'mon your turn next..."
And even not blink an eye, at being told in writing just how "dangerous" i am...
But when it comes to the real war.... she hasn't got a hope.... it's not even a slightly fair fight, in the bear-pit of it all... great singer or nea...
Cos i got the real lethal ammo in my popgun,
("i was even fianceed to one of these babes 2003 talk about a silver lining and the cancer got her a year or so later... talk about an epic of epic headfuckeryish tragic proportions... but i think i know what the silver lining was to that un...")
Right now lets focus on the meanie-nasties after all I've spent a few weeks sweating blood so as to ..ehhh.......why bother?
(i mean don't even bother listenin' to the Zaccharite pip squeeking about ol' news.
And what do we have - as said to The 'green' who would lecture them Lords on his neurosis about every speck of woodsmoke.... seven years aback, back - i really do have a very nasty good memory " David...when there's Utterly no one to vote for any more....give up and go ona road trip, so as to meet some Frog birds.. they'll sort out your overthought, neurotic head too...
"I mean that stupid one so called head of your Greens...CAZ wouldnt even manage to 'get' Womans hour yesterday..[ok eight years in the future, 8 Oct 2026 but sane people knew this thirty years aback] .. even if they can't quite say it: silver is sexy.... makes you look YOUNGER and far more Montaignian bend-em-over-the-Aga, oui ou non?.... DESIRABLE...nope she goes to say nothing in Parliament every day via her hairdresser attempting to look like a 21 year old boy.... so deranged that such a look may be sexy or SYMBOLICALLY positive....never mind setting the worst ever example to her fans...
"politics just being symbolism and ....
" and all we have is this ridiculous neurotic obsessed with using chemicals on every hair in her thick head - never mind ENTIRELY unable to smile and prove to the scrofulous masses being green - the SIMPLE life version not hers so full of hairdresser appointments.... is NICER sweeter more fun....
"and that this lil' photo of a lil' hole on a less fat calf is about the most romantic photo in history... what's she doin? runnin' away from a violent armed madman even more armed than her? .. off to headbutt a councilor for allowing all the laptop class on prozac to fill the streams with Prozac piss via their planning 'permissions'.....?
" but even the silly boy lookalike.... who cannot ever speak about anything REAL-green, says that ZAccy boy is even less green than her... 'and he doesnt talk about GREEN issues'...
"ergo, twat....
" but feel sorry for Jezza the second helping ...even he couldn't get CONSISTENT kitchen cabinet members around the yogi tea or fourty cups of the Serbian.... who aren't going to go and work for Palantir one day... DAvid....go...it's long been Teletubbine, on the really dodgy brand of Prozac which inserts the lil' green wo/men into you, and thus sending you off to an appointment with a straight jacket [ ooh thats a bit insulting to Zax ultra inclusivity, especially parrots they love] by ESP, before you've even read list of side effects..."
POINT BLANK....
She, i knew...loves to attack with words, is armed, and wears black and hides her identity..
So the survival mode is so groovy, even if it's mainly a matter of temperature. Seven and above one awakes with mind at full power into the mystic of theres no point, as theyre all lost into overcomplex definitions of the so
simple
But at least i have remembered the best of many examples of the simple grassy roots of that so simple ' common good'
So, seventeen years ago almost precisely, one ascertained that the vile little cockZucker had repurposed that word, using the babes who were grandiose moggiemaniacs... who could only get out of bed if they knew that their 500 Fakebook ones meant something....someone cared...
All fake of course qwhy the insanity already present from a decade of their Big Brother and all that vile crap - a new valueless genre, invented by a largely childLESS 'media' class of creeps (and it would be improper to even wonder just how many were childless by dint of being a bit 'same sexy' ) who got jobs at Channel Four as they werent quite posh enough for the Beeb...
But 'friend' - never mind latterday performative wellness as currency; long before it was quite clear that this performative "all my many many friends.. and my network" thing destroyed friendship as you can only have a few real ones at any one time...
As one can see in the wanness in the faces come a bit of a fuel price increase or quite ordinary extreme weather ...
Pure fear... and inability to accept the end... which may be a few years being a lil' chillier than they had assumed as younger fledgelings...
As they pissed off all the potential nestmates with their Utterly unrealistic Tolle upon,
lets get it on...
even if cos there arent any other sane ones left.
And Andy PAndy and Zac the Houseboaterist wont tell their adoring fans
"you may be a little warmer in your Winterings, if there are two per woodburner"
Plus it's an expensive taxi ride to A+E if you whack your thumb on the job so painfully, and can't drive. So tolerate someone in this 'present' 'moment' NOW...just in case The Borders...close
Anyway there are those who are struggling to actually have any real friends. But a friend+ is one who sniggers at - even if digitally:
" ...so there's you and your hilarious babe-as-thief song... and the way you sang it ferk you meant it.... steal the silver lining from his breeches too if you could have! ...but .not only did we meet adjacent to THE most romantic place in history...aside what to me is the most The Road road in history... never mind your fabulous 'real woman' enjoyment of vicious violence... and well developed upper torso muscular abilities.... we maintained our entirely miraculous lil' link cos i stole from you..... and even admitted the terrible beghhaviour as having manipulative and dark undercurrents .... i mean as i said there will have been STONEAGE folklore against a woman's whackjob-hunting club being filched.... 'up to the magyc circle with 'im and sacrifice im for his Uttermost cheek.... chop im to bits and feed im to those angry gods...' ....
And reads one's sincere message " i hope you arent having issues with your delapidations..Im an expert at sharkteethed legal redress against the baddies if so..." and actually pongs back a coherent communique...
BUt would Voltaire or even Montaigne know, that to have found a real friend in THE one place in the whole pestilent Aisle which twenty years ago one knew for sure was the life-force giving manure spread around the tree or vine within which Medusa herself bred and trained her serpents....so never in a million suns worth of it all ends in entropy and dead darknesses go there! ... is the greatest irony in all of history put together with what is unamaginably also the true version hidden in the coal cellar...
The best joke of all, on..moi...
Even if a splendid definition of friend before that was eaten alive and turned into snake shit
However.. there are issues and dimensions that must never, yet, be even hinted at...as a friend must be 100% loyal. No matter what - as she has been told.
(to stick ina folksong she needs to write but i have 24 hrs ONLY to attempt first draft and of course when one has .true....purpose.. then it gets far harder! even if it is in three years waffle here - if i could sitill it to 5 verses then all would be well.... )
except the metallic weapon replaced by her woody ones...
But the real war, to the deathknell of those fake therapists...
Is if i am 'interested' in someone, null-class; rather classy in her darkie garb....
(i bet it smells, too)... but her lad, mid twenties, she has been told.... yet another lost to their Black Dog...
That can be dangerous as Mrs FAntastic discovered as she was so hilariously flushed by her kids, down the bog
This will indeed be war......so as to rescue just ...or at least ED ferkin ucate err..
After all she lives around the corner
from the famous one who drove em all around that bend
But she thinks lion tamin' impresses me..
Only one kind of nulling is what he needs someone to be
Anyway what a cultureless ridiculous phonefucked generation....when you spend a day tolerating some rather gobby linemen around and about, never mind their tacky tinny thumpy thumpy musac disturbing my otherwise most quiet hillocks.......
"matey..... i would love to be one of you lot.... I mean according to The Bard your jobdescription, in your song is the most perfect ever rit..never mind having the best ever whackjob philosophy line innit..... ..and frankly he is right.... you mean youve never even heard of your jobsong song....
flip me .... your phones with or without lines really have ruined society even more than her Fatty McGee... "
Now...right... there's a job to do and a purely random funny, i had no idea as no telly for twenty five years in fact six...
Mister PArtridge had infact had second sight so long ago...
Of exactly the embodied language she - so many she's of her sort
they would headbutt you as last resort
errata thats all they actually wish
As AP so hilariously taunted even i not known for an unCONTROLLED piddle in the pants was a gigglin...
Anyway to get new-phase far far more philosophical, and ruthless....
(" god we really are the chosen mermaid class especially all these underwater lovesongs youve filled my algorithm with now... but stop... i mean we are the luckiest generation ever poor maudlin mid twenty something wont even have in thirty or fourty years .... just that one line in your fave one I'll say it starts at the end... i mean i never dreamed in a million lifetimes i would hear that again and now even see it sung... as 'twas sung then... in our formative and so hormonally filled younger years with or without lions involved.... pure vibes the real kind.... no other generation has had return in such a truly sublime poignant and whackstick around your poor head keeping you far too much in Oracle Tart's actual purity of a perfect frequency lost but refound... ...blahh blahh...."
"However.. there really is NO hope when the radio 4chan play i was sat down to enjoy the other day on a van babe and her nomadly freedom down at the coast....
"no council tax nor water bill
"like Nomadland.... is such a vile self-pity piece...
"and of course she runs out of road when she ..makes herself ..perfomatively ILL!")
Now far to many rather cutsey lil' moments of late to keep up with one or two rewrites.
The best but maybe lost, bouncing on THE JOB:
Now i really get it... a decade back it was all (internally
no oner to speak with even slightly philosophically:
"now i get it their currency, social glue is endless moaning about what's wrong with them.... charity shop, supermarket aisle, even at the petrol pumpsd
i can't take it any more, runa mile!
up the hills away from their endless ills"
But that's all really rather reversed as one slides up that greasy class pole.
Get into the middlin' lot, even if they all of course dream of being pukka upper (middle - the aristos all became the loudest junkies with the most glamorous drug habits nobody really has any empathy for...when they should! Quite randomly several decades back, before she was necktied to death in some pompous lil' prick's sportscar on the hairpin bends of those splendid Voshes.. a random and sweet encounter with one who had been damaged so much by the soulless banker dad - of course was drawn to the equally damaged poor famous junky Master Astor... who i saw at her funeral probably junk-sick, couldnt even shed a tear
to say goodbye to the one who above all was to everyone most dear)
anyway forget all the rest of all figuring and philosophy
As at last i realised 'wellness' is their only social currency.
and ferk me
if you've run out of it....
Because the one really rather fundamental part of life not one can do
Is come to terms with the fact the end comes, to everyone, even you.
But i had it better in first mental draft, i can't quite alchemise back maybe ive lost another recipe
wellness, their meaningless only currency
All currencies any sane mind knows merely imaginary.
Excepting the null-class, her classlessship whackjob.
I suspect she whacks her way through life merrily oblivious.
After all she was a lion tamer (though detail has yet to be ascertained - was she taming some fake lion taming bloke's lions?
How, only, 'interesting'
And i have extremely shark teethed radar when it comes to the so many faking their 'circus skills' so as to show off to the mermaid-class who invaded the land and made Maggie's farm a drug den of supplement sales transactional relationships, only, below their womb wraps and fake rastalocks )
I know she is likely to be above the words,
After all its about looking into the lion's gob and knowing you either fly over the mountain or crash into it.
Or are as The Mong learned, you're either up that duff, or not
And when you are, all changes.
And you entirely forget past Miss Carriage...
Anyway i know nothing, except i doubt anyone except said whacky LT,
can actually take in words such as " I am constant".
And playfully Voltaire, even if i would love time, now, to attempt to learn more about him. Even if living in an ancient dysfunctional family 'home' - or in the serf's quarters..one realised 'history' is not even a partly pickled pinprick under the skin of who people really were...
That 'home' not being available to inherit after it was actually blown up as the uppers were so laudanum 'n punch pickled they couldnt keep up even the window taxes.
Anyway so what as so sadly seen own eyes: A real 'compassionate' empathisation... death can come along just like that, when one gets to a certain age. A man who a few months ago had good bounce for his age - about the only one who I would see regularly up that (now finished) hillock pathway... suddenly looks like he's been on their 'Liverpool Pathway' (you'll have to look it up" I ain't got time to waste on those not in the loopy loop that got snagged around everyone else's collar as they try to repurpose it as some Brand of fake bohemian necktie).
Anyway...if i say "the great reset" i mean a great one that takes time... and via mutual benefit, has worked.
Even if the second phase may take a bit of time too.
But it is more than a 'constant' feeling. I myself a stupid optimist don't even get how I could have a spring into summer and into nowish of such total bounce. Unimagined bounce i thought the bounce times were chucked in the swamp of their sick minds (distracting me - so plenishy-'GIVING' of my time and anergy) in March.
So if one is to - short cut language! claim a bit of Voltairean heritage or similarity - and i only have constantly all my life seven cups of strong Serbian style coffee a morn', one has to at lease describe 'the common good'.
I doubt the (as one tried to simplify via shared lexicon twenty years ago ) 'newish age' lot - which means almost every invader to Swestershire, and all of those invading the Marches even if they were clearly i see now those who couldn't afford a gaff in Dooney-Poshshire... and thus had / have some innate sourness merely from that failure in their lives..
Or 'alternative' or mermaid class, or Toty types... (except her DEFINATE null-classy one ..i only like and value truly the Nullites - are there more? ) or especially fake camp dwellers around Gweekshire...
...My my that was so interesting even if three whole years ago.. seems like yesterday and at once a whole lifetime back - which is how to beat the ferkers into wiping that smug ejit (Blogger spelling is such a one of em it redlines it as Miss Spelled..) fake smile off their fake faces...
'The Common Good' being even if the poor sick ADHDer.. or whatever else i forget was her excuse for being too lazy to get up and sort out her twenty tons of hoarded builders-wood and other madly collected miscellany...
You have to act towards here the way you would wish all other peeps acted to each other...
Gently kick her arse into gear with a bit of daddy-love, as you are helping her salvage all the wood pannels left for a winter
or so....
no matter what your 'feelings' are...
towards her, cos your plenishy plates of mushy microdose they all preach
don't work.
And turn you into a vicious b**** straight out of East enders...
disguised of course behind wombwraps surfie signage
and miscellaneous other rotten stage
directions for a play that's no different to that ye olde Hollocaust
or hollow cast..aways
nothing even to say, about 300 dead children since that so called ceasefire
a tad logistically assisted, down their road
Only ever used to call, someone in authority
and set him on her - not very neighbourly
wow thats a pretty good insta-poem... not pondered never aforethough
Now i gotta write one that .. sums up what i felt when i saw her violence
Me, well I had assumed that nobody else really would bother to try and understand or even face up to that thorny issue.
Never mind the thornier one of ....
These classless yanks who have to play their crappy bigjob emty Fanfare For The Common man over three minutes of estianddad having a good natter - just about hearable in the background, sat next to one must assume?
The greatest of all bootleggers Jinal007
as theyre revving up for the I aint gonna work for no more lyin BPD Gibbers no more.... song...
One discovered in the Year of Our Lord gave Jinal time to get uploading 2020 while everyone else was moaning and STILL is on 4 chan..
Anyway that wasn't planned not that i ever plan anything, its only what moments does the battery allow...
(weird that older battery gave 1 hour 10 minutes pof charge i thought it was on its way out)
Anyway there is one thing only really to write about fully this glorious summer which will live in these pages forever as i aint even started on the ..light.. the bounce.. the frisson even with Memsaab..
Yes.. the one as so many do whom in the first three sentences tells you of all her labels and what rate of disability theyre trying to gouge back from her not quite believing her...
(there we go a whiole month now of Andy PAndy saying EVERYTHING, except as audio essayed upon here 6 ish weeks back... "YOU WILL ALL... HAVE TO BE MEANS TESTED...AS THATS RATIONAL..."
which they still will never be able to say even when it is implicit in every single Pandy change of policy...as the British are simply a whole aisle of BPDers)
Yes back to that first great chat...a finest communicator even if a tad Miss-led by her pubics into the arms of 'Christ' ...so many of them are in masochistic love with its daft...not the 'ianity' bit which includes justice and good works here never mind solidarity in just such works.... nope, him..
Anyway ehh yes you have to meet the queen of the labels every benefit angle covered (despite obviously being from 'blue' blood not entirely hidden... who is the only one despite her endless list of mental unhealthiness, is intellectual enough to discuss sanely, class.. that which theyre all obsessed with but none of the others dare ever mention...which i call a mature excellent very very with it mind... as does her retard-tribunal judge, yet she'll still keep her benefits as ...well....
(i shall return to her blesserrr.. i bet her ducks got assassinated, too, as she'l never manage to get a farm hand... or just sane hand)
But class.... now this sweet singer who i am quite sure is partly ruthless behind the sweet smileyness...
It makes me realise, how....as she is truly superb, but she sounds a tad girl next door..
No Mariane Fathful needing to say something so as to get one over the Princess next door in Notty Ill...
And its why i love Brenna doing the badger baiter's song
so perfectly DESPITE ger OCD knobs and fiddling
As she is the same class as me.. the nulls... as is this Whackjobber...and its so much more interesting than either ex St Trinians (especially as we know that English private schools perform such genital mutilation that theytoo cant ever have a real orgasm) or those performing their 'worker' origins who are always fake as working class folk just dont have the confidence to do any real performin' and hang loose..
Another gonzo intellectual essay inspired by FAtty McGee's absolute inability to ever say ANYthing...real... about everything. To pay his scotch bill. (yes he had groomed and prostituted himself with only fake unsatisfaction, to even...her..)
(just how evil The Brecon Beacons National Park is...and what lanyardism is )
(REAL tragedy, funny that just after i sent the Estelle song to someone..)
so having had to tollerate half a decade one of them....
Who to every attempt at debate immediately HArris you with " but its the transgendered immos .." (And it looks like at last she has been sacked even if she was bridged to HER sacked friend and also agreed "superb book idea [ you have set up for me as only a woman would be allowed to publish it]" Ive no quarter any more with the peoples pleasers even if she was the greatest of all 'case studies' into why I am 100% certain her River Arrow will never ever even have a charitable status group working in harmony and solidarity PERMANENTLY to protect it...even if theres a deliberate little trick in the last - all charities in UK are self seving conjobs...
And anyway if all many hundred thousand combined their back office your 'giving' may actually go to whom intended rather than hundreds of thousands of unique atomised accounts with their own pet accountant ..wasting your money too...
Anyway even if another day/ volume.. one day... the BS these people speak - their acidic obsession with biting off the crotums themselves of the trans ewhatever merely as they cant deal with getting old....interestingly.
(no not her she's just a child who has nothing wrong with her as i have said so many times in 17 years with the victim Olympics endlessly broadcast: "funny that... i was a professional and big boy however i was so disabled i couldnt string two sentences together in public until i was forced to, or else, about age 41..."
all these labelled disabled even the 10 year olds on the wireless going on about their terrible disadvantages due something wrong.... are SO SUPREMELY CONFIDENT in public..i mean in a different solar system than i could ever have imagined being as a 'normal' person....yet must demand they are disabled... funny old world
but esteem....my what a masterclass one day as it's a bit embarrassing.. ...and quietly for me to mull over... and know that in some other era of life 'twould have made me all maudlin...
Nope MAd MAx on the horizon, maybe they wake up.... hmm a bird in the bush or is it hand is better than one over the borderline far too long a drive away.
Now please note i hardly ever hashtag - as they are ugly and the poor Former Sovs rather than TELL THEIR SO INTETESTING TRUTHS..about their cultures we never knew about (which would give themntoo REAl esteem rather than be some Gweek landlords pet...) .. think that chucking hashtags all over is authentic..nope... i only have my meanie video nasties.. thats my reader/viewers...already here.
and I do not seek outsiders...
but there are SO many little far more funclips missed out and ten notebooks still to photo and add in..
soon
yes esteem....
THE most interesting silence ever is taking place today of course that's her trick...her 'control'....
and this i know she knows it hurts more than a straightforward nope, already taken...
But i already have esteem in the can. for one day...the real version.
And none of that " you can't even think of saying that ...." nonsense....
in such a gorgeous summer of quite a few Europeans...
and what was interesting was our several hour muttering so wonderfully about all sorts.... in a way no India/na Jones would even understand how to any more...
The Art of travel, not to show off but to merely BE
cos its A. so badly reasoned as WHY and HOW to bugger-off the mumbo jumbo and B. even the BBC call it a naive reactionary ranty lil' schoolboy thing
