The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
Ralphschism.com My permanent one home online started 22 feb 2023.
Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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.....he would have it edited down to 5 paragraphs - about all his bimbo Telletubbine readers can manage at any one time... before needing another drugfix or 'vintage' shopping trip.. to suss out any holes in the 'market' they can colonise rather than have to get a proper job bogcleanin'...
But that takes lots more time and energy - and that's the POINT!
Even if i haven't succinctly made it yet well i have but you will have not bothered to listen..
to such great long rambling audios with all sorts of cheeky real factoids woven in..
And of course alike the " so why don't you leave then if you hate the Aisle so.." bimbos, who wouldn't prethink before opening their gobs (thoughbubble or maybe a CONVEDRSATION point) " maybe he is one of them 80% who have a child and wouldn't leave even actual hell, for a pretend playschool better version of it, like here, if there's even a millipercent chance said child may benefit from him still being around and FULLY present for her no matter what... as that's what real men do ohh i never met one in this sceptic shopping aisle ..that's my excuse "
Right back to the big one
I love writing in the big one
(some to be cont there
i have a perfect memory and know every loose end to be pulled back in from even years back)
And infact there is a 'proof' of never ever ever rising to any extremely rare insult or nastiness - anyone else would have dobbed him in for unpleasant threats just for 'loitering' in a deserted tourist layby... the only brush with sad lonely sour old officialdom in a decade in fact
But my handwriting is in better than ever flowy artiness considering also in a hurry to make the most of the warmth and all writing is done balanced on knee...
(no time to edit or select clearest pic)
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films next, sort soon proving truest homespun loveliness always and only a FEW 'natural' things around like emotive stones found at the beach one day or HAwk feathers if you are such an emotional pipsqueak and con artist you have to perform for your useless i-learned-NOTHING book, 'grief' when a parent dies more or less at his allotted time...
but the 'look' all lovely and homespun minimal with one Nolde on the wall even if a 30 year old poster found in a phone box in London - i would never TELL anyone is from London as you drop out to drop OUT... and be new....even if indeed ideally nowhere, .... cos the last place was neurotic bullshit never mind every Tom Dick and Harry going Tom Dick and Harry, as the market girls are so sourpuss, and even by 1994 100% lost even then to Vudu ... and snake oil ops...
In one sentence, the most mortal woulds of all require no dressing..
of creature comforts or even expert shabby chic (even if enforced due fabulous poverty ) tones and soothing just-the-right colours.. or even bourgeois super sorted fuzzy cages.. indeed all such dressings take away from the only thing that speeds eventual recovery: NOTHING... and ideally nobody ..as everyone thinks you are a ,lost ferral tramp... with nothing useful to say... even if the simple fact of the Britolish, unlike the fine Europeans, is they so cleverly invented the concept of when someone has had a great loss or wound and is in grief, cross to the other side of the road...
An even better curative.... know you are not, as, il faut...
To keep up with their dull Joneses.... whether she took Tatler, Homes and Gardens or Chat magazine...all the same dull Monolith...
Anyway LOADs more "wound🙏" to come as the above works... when i know nothing else can...
but there is wound 🙏🙏🙏 when you are sat a few days ago uploading dozens or hundreds to come....and the second you upload the first of these a certain song well known comes on the wireless...
and if the above has worked, you just...laugh... that ferkin' Rita proves once again she is effable and female as only one of them could have such a rascally sense of humour
and self censored too as there is nothing more embarrassing on the planet than admitting to have once danced to Mister Creepy Bumfluff's
But to start at the beginning at last ten years late but .... what no SWestern naycher guru would even KNOW about no matter how much they rip you off per ashram smile
Not that there's any point saying ANYthing in her hinterland to anyone...
Which is great - to bugger off into it, and discover just how flat it is...
That's the three dimensional version of 'flat'
Now i hate to be a liar and deceiver which i ain't
Nor do i use english like a Southern "tart" - not my word, and use the word 'them' when it should be something more grammatically correct like 'those', other than when i live within a splendid inner world of bobbing around all of them - places to do things within, or upon, to be precisely correct.
And all Miss Use of the dodgy quite inadequate language, is for poetical and mindful purposes - the realversion when the real version of lived poeticals combines with actual mindfulness, not some made up nonsense to make the 'maker' look good as she can't get her act together and become a ubiquitous 'maker' of the most absurd theme parked tourist trinkets ever meandered through.... and that's just the art, except for one fine woman ...well two really but the first may be shy i don't know communication is impossible in this region of nothing ever really seems what it is.... such as a seemingly pleased countenance upon reencounter.
Not my problem.... one day i shall find my way back not up North as she saved my feral life by dragging me here as it's five degrees warmer on average, and anyway i was only passing through so as to ..
hmm? see what needed putting in the proposal?
But of course it has to be in the failed alcoholic nonwords of Mr Watts they all so so lap up... when basically all he could ever say was ave another bevvy and forget about tomorrow and here's a clever dick 'spiritual' reason why, too...
And when your audience is mainly - or was at first, wan looking birds who haunted S Ken 'vintage' market buying or selling second hand clobber as Mick N Keith up the road had chucked you out as being rather too off with the faeries, of course they're going to lap up his so erudite and splendid smock-clad deliverances from.... well basically Mister Brand copied him, too, to get the same girls... none of whom want to ever know REAL solutions to anything as that takes hard work... being unpopular too so those girls will walk on by, entirely unable to differentiate passion - the thing you need to tolerate the dull girls who poretend to care about anything, and 'anger' - me i havent had for decades infact never really... which is what a FULL fully rural teenagerhood shoves into you as a lifelong injection cure remedy and prophalactyc...
which of course they hate more than anything else as the non rural only has confected or even hyped emotion as tool... even if they all stab away so as to be able to afford the latest expensive 'meditative' healing, retreats.. retreatING....from themselves all dressed up in an expensive woolly so they can 'find' themselves .. at some cold damp yurtcamp - the only difference or differentiation - indeed class differential, is the scabby underclass ones are usually next to a motorway and the more Homes + Gardens lot have their up in the hills where ground rents are five times more, for nothing as there's no 'wilderness' anywhere in the SW i know ive been off on a mission looking for it...
Just very angry blokes ...which is what tourism does anywhere in the world always will always did...
Nothing to do with me .. learned to exist in my own parallel universe ignoring even then colourful kagoules.... only tourists wear even when they're identifying themselves as traveller or the more popular common as much nowadays 'adventurer'...
Which is the saddest of all modern pursuit as the only worthwhile adventure ever is being nobody nowhere with nothing purposeful ever to do... as you know nobody else would even 'get' your Henry lifestyle albeit with rather less 'DELIBERATION' as thats the problem...
(NOTE TPO SELF THE ULTIMATE ZEN FILM ...from about winter 2015/16 or maybe the one before or after - december.... the previous two months unusually warm (when living 8 years on an actual cold swamp - weird... listen to the 'your history is wrong' audio ) and that september i had done a really once-a-decade ferret cage refurb - my my the care i had taken! all wood so carefully dried out for many days under glass and if the sun was out all day, in the dried our air, blahh blahh... dig out every smallest bit of rot, three coats of creosote which takes at least 6 days if done properly - a couple to dry between coats... like.. the rolls royces of finest old proper wood hutches, well maintained by a dillegent ye olde schooler... even if their woner was never to see them again....
[You ACT, and carry on acting, as if the best obvious thing for mutual benefit (having pondered the pros and cons for at least a few years) will come to pass...no matter what passes; or some other act may scupper....
(my lived philosophy - and i know no wiser, period and ive read thousands of yogi t-bag labels and even some Alan Watts until the projectile vomiting became too sour-mouthing for even me to bear) ]
...ehh yes ... at least 75 hrs over a month of fabulous zen fixing and refurb...
All ferrets - Fifi, Leon, and a few of their lassie kids for him to incest with once a year when it gets musky, which DOES actually cause them to live longer as lassie ferrits die from not havin' a ruck once a year - as earlier covered in audios maybe jotting, too.... a perfect philosophical ehhh.. parable .... back in their homes after a few weeks for the creosote vapours to fully evaporate and go and pollute the biosphere ... the fixer so so smug and truly at one with nature and himself and all is well....
Until a mid December all preparing to go Winterings - baton down the hatches (extreme wind funnel bearing down upon my backdoor from the NW - from the hills ..and of course one has earned a very wintering winter bathing in ones own smug plenitude of cosy looking after onesself what do they say now ohh yea self care... crackly fires wood piled up high.... happy snoring ferrets )...
and ....
I WILL FIND THE FILM NOW!!!! as i am so zenned and all is prepared for y'all even if the meanness is returning, that abundance of beggars bowl (i do have ralphmendicant google identity too as of a decade back, but never really rolled him out - as a pisstake on BEGGARS) gold n silver over a few weeks just to trick me into thinking i dont ever again have to tolerate an Illusionista...
Amazing THIS one hasn't been put behind their trigger warning nonsense protocols that so far have been more insane and inhuman than those who sadly will and have taken their own so they no longer are a living human....
new page
at last back slightly on sequence from a month back
she was a work of art in a way she don't understand
(i can if i must get almost anyone to open up just a little, but that's NOT 'me' thats merely for the .... project... twenty dull years ongoing)
(i don't think she knew what 'pacifist' meant - the tragedy of this land, i couldn't care less about that but when asked what HER home village is like and told it's paradise and looking on the ,map later see its actually ON the very busy main road...thats the real tragedy and should be made into real Ai Weiish art : NO good information left anywhere ever...
and you have to look to a yank even if i copyrighted it a decade earlier to say - oh yes that was the awful Grayson one too
Lionel Shriver "..compulsory .. 'kindness' became your true tyranny.."
she should know knowing what "have a nice day " does in her homeland of Columbine, being the chronicler of even Mr good writer of the artful fake orgasm
not that i care as i'm only on full time writing or ranting duty for some weeks now soon to be gradually rfevealed
.... of course they can't know - noisy places or a life full of fake 'friends' the other default down here...means you have NO space or quietitude to ever think about reality, never mind develop true creativity... as London proved over decades....and all the dire art down here - i was just being polite before suggesting there were two that were moving well they did but you also have to be a "human" and have manners, or it takes from it......sorry art is TOTAL.... .. ...except.... )
ahh yes...at last a GROWN up REAL artist who paints proper question-demandin' proper paintin'
got me right het up!
so before getting here and now to the very last few hundred bits of philosophy
As i really do have quite a few superfans who the moment i put a new introductory chapter as i haven't even began the MEAT of it all.. so many years ongoing...
you pile in for more cheapskate freebies... ( excepting the fine three)
and often i have to work several pages at once crosslinking etc merely to keep some flow never to push my 'discovery' as i don't have spare battery ever so thats only up to you and i bet you are too mean to ever bother linking any of my material anywhere else (and i have suspicion there are some botts at work on substack - for THEIR benefit only 'liking' my material there so i may subscribe to THEIR paid for content somewhere down the line i would never do anyway as i have yet to find ANY content ever online worth paying for ever.... maybe i should make them pay ... but then i would be being SAm HArris top intellectual Yank who spent 3 years saying all will be FOREVER free..until a year ago he changed his... philosophical statement and built a cage for his rubbish words you can't get into unless you..pay....me never ever ever)
anyway this way as a pice may take an hour to build the obsessives dont just get a half finished version they doubtless dont come back to later when it is finished...
this way i can create all in one with links and THEN publish
even if its just first draft for now hahh hahhh
really gory one here thats also about REAL "FREEDOM"
and i know theres another that says not ready til about 19ish wasit and i havent even finished that yet despite being FULL time on this for several days for thine infotainment
as i know NOTHING else tainments you...all..... the misery and stooped shoulders all over...
someone knew me lastersum..... knowns mine are never stooped.... despite even her
so the sequence i still havent found it.... most beautiful and METAPHORICAL nature thing ive seen for years
(i asked the pukkayummy if the children of today understand (i.e. their thick mummies - obviously not her as she had bred with a Romanian) that Watership Down was a metaphor for the cunts who suck up to Kings and Queens and shabby princesses too, so as to go doing Apocalypse's on poor bunnies just for their entertainment - fact
And she didnt understand my question.... yes the one dimensionality truly is all over, even in the head of those who once lived in three d and knew ANYone but a British dad'll do....
Ahhahh..yes ...that day.... the enjoyment - FULL THINGS.... despite the sourest Christian one could ever meet...and be very nice to,
too...
both us two
Now... THE WOUND, cont (LOADS more uploaded last few days however it seems the AI is only being used to look at your homevideos and perv over ANY barechest now.... not knowing the great parenting was to have your klid out barechested innit
such that good stats say you CAN smoke and as long as you get loadsa UV IR and not from Princess Di's absurd expensive bedroom conversion into a 'redlight' therapy chamber ... there's a double entendre in THAT that's worth a whole book!
and have no greater risk of cancer than someone not smoking who has the average YUK factor 10 avoidance of it all....
yes so now the AI has decided that all homevids of a kid without brests age 6 or 7 are now against its 'community guidelines' ... which if you know America the country where its illegal to sunbathe tits out ion your own back garden in a fair few states, goes along with why they are all mad - i.e. the only reason you may ber showcasing to make a point, a youngster topless is if you are a perv as they know you will be as they all are... which is of course why they cant stop going on about someone who probably wasnt and arranged airfares for quite willing tourists to Buck Pal....
anyway i have no interest in anyone who isn't really guilty - most parents, who never got their kids out at even our once fabulous Warren (at Hay) riverbeach...
anyway so i have been full time as there are so many bits to add in and there was a big one made just after the last rather sublime Christlemas. .... on the big one
At last i got back to it...
But my my its hard...
Especially as a few hours in a British library ONLY there for you meanies (notwithstanding now three "investment" angels proving just how mean 99% still are )
ALL oner hears top of their voices is poor people - mainly men, who have been SO DISempowered by all the language of "empower" such that all they can do is sit and moan for hours to some lanyard clad paid friend about their minor unjust police actions against them and how it affects job applications and tannancies ... and she - it always is, laps it up - as that makes HER seem so plenishy nice, and never suggests DOing anything to redress the balance...
Anyway a whole book on all that one day i have SO much material over a decade it;'s daft good for me
However its the real source of the only real problem all i really care about knowing no hope raising a sane child in YUK...
Of course the nearer you get to the true Source the more Nutzi the language gets, as one saw twenty years ago when Phoebe was handmade shoeleathered in to Hay, from hereabouts..
to wreck the so fragile then environmental work
And con the people they have 'community' when my god even i who NEVER EVER complain has had enough of crappy COOP rejects that any sane society should have rejected a decade back
ADD IN VIDEOS LATER
so yes wounds the truly woundy lot...i am so glad i knew 25 years ago i live ina land where even the well off enough South EAstern blokes (rather ex BNP as i would describe him - only cos there wasnt any need for BNP in talgarth as no brownies allowed, by bullyboy decree) could only prove their false love - neurosis infact, by making false allegations....
so all of a decade every hour or so a confirmatory film clip i have millions..
but then...a perfect silver lining...even the subject she knew it was worth us chronicling how WE get it 'right'....
Despite the true TRAGEDY
which is the only half decent woman i knew for years infact maybe ever here in this lost land
screams " well YOU clearly are such a loser nobody likes you and YOU need some friends.." is perverted by her Eckhart and Hatesville lingo and wouldnt understand THE huge and massively successful operation over a decade to have in fact TOO MANY friends... every single one of many dozen, for the daughter not one of them for me.. but i got to be Pied Piper genius at allaying any parental fear and it always worked...
as yes a child does need a village no matter what a dull tedious never ending exhausting job it was to run THEIR kids up to our zoo in the hills most of their parents too busy figuring the cheapest way of getting the bus back to Glastonbury for their ... spiritual therapies...
quicker than figuring them all for kiddy brests...
i wonder if their 'AI' likes young boys barechests so lets them go public or just keeps them for itself, too....
wow 358 million who haven't heard the Totty talk that "we" are all so so self individuated we dont ever need anyone ever to even chop our logs when the back goes.... and that emotional blackmail is the best form of begging bowls ...
But they have to be pukka...
Even if a real man spits at the donor knowing they must have extremely empty lives to put anything in my hat so as to allay their guilt at likely even running away from the fruits of their loins...
But back in the day...meanderin' in the van .... of course when your chief male ferrit is called Leon always
A certain band got much foreplay ... not by me - i taught a kid to REALLY be her own person, always...
ahahh but i have a solution i don't rant until i am bored with the allies not being very ally.. having been given a few weeks
hers is a nice one
right now i have hundreds infact thousands of examples of their abundant nonwords...
all marketed to the female of the species - if i were a female (which acording to proper biology Heather Heyling et all i am about 95% - systems wise, which is all we is, and vice a averse one) i would be so angry at the way all the others sell everything to me as if i was a two year old... really disgusted - indeed almost violent and want to get slashing it all with my talons...) and so so often using bee signage signposting how utterly perfect worker and sweetsmelling honeyed and natural they all are despite never ever ever going and even having a word with the Nutzi Trust who quite blatantly for 6 weeks are using Roundup Professional in about the only slightly natural part of Pastyshire left around Kurt's Cot valley....
too busy Beeing 'abundant' one can only guess
even if have done the full research, Georgey style..(under their hems, upskirtin with a very bright sunshine disinfectant torch) .all the way....
free if you are canny
30p per nana Co op or whatever the Coop lyingly calls itself
3 coop nanas SMALLER than Lidl = 90p
lidl
today
i would never do inaccurate jounalising not being bang on point in the moment now...3 lidl nanas =45p ..ok maybe 47 if one is a pedant
right with the bee stuff not that there are any left n(almost actual scientific fact) as all they do is pump loadsa xenobiotics out into the whole pestilent peninsula is almost a Segway into only summertime stuff..
soon
better had ive never known such an only miserable load of fairly well off people all over everywhere...just cos its a bit cloudy
And there's no point saying or writing anything as 99% wouldn't even get ioty that Coop - the truth of them and their conartist 'outreach' employees is a superb 'vehicle' for a country a that..
well there was i 1997 ...in a former sov country listening to the World Service as Blair got in.... and shed a tear of joyous abundant relief...
And what really did we really get....something more weirdly Sov than the sovs... who wouldnt have been seen dead spending the extorted cash on some osteopath* for the boyfriend...
They would have realised that osteopathy is a decadent Western construct as fraudulent as homeopathy for dogs.... constructed on Western neurosis and magycing everyone's cash out of each other for made up complaint when a day choppin some fair maiden's logs sorts out ALL ills.. for real
And spent it on a new Lada instead a real mans car....
(* i have just spent 15 years explaining to the Mormon from hay-on-Wye still dazzled by the con, even if my only vaguely sane male communicant " this is how it works Greg.... from Maggie's time i know as i would go whorin' over in Yankland until i discovered even their whores were less actually sexual or actually liking it despite their smiles than a dead zombie from Cormac's Road would be .... and the planes back n forth were crammed full of probably at least half the MPs took long summer breaks in new England or wherever and they wouldnt come home with an actual bag of cash or swiss bank numbers the yanks are cleverer than that as they know the CIA knows almost everything in real time so they arrange for perhaps said MP's daughter only 5 at the time to have a time share all to herself for a year when she's having her year out at Harvard or wherever a decade or more later down the line.... and shes told it doesnt matter if she forgets to return the key..... "... will he listen NOW and book his return ferry.... ?!)
Here i am deliberately at a very remote atch... no houses or vehicles for some distance...
sat in the average temperatures, door open headtorch on obviously here...
And some performative dogwalker comes along performiing LOOK at my pair of flouncy two granders no doubt...
But it's the way when the stupid caged animals (which is what a lead is) decide to sniff at something just by my snail shell so mister walker has to allow them to smell and smell and smell right next to someone who obviously comes exactly here to be as far away from all these utter lost needy ALWAYS ILL wankers .... but then thats almost the whole SWEstershire its not surprising their seas and waters are full of MRSA and all they can all do every single one except Ms 0.001% speak of being ...ILL
Anyway back on course as i have been all day putting up with the loudest gobbiest loudmouth librarian I have ever experienced...and all the " ive got OCD inmates"
But theres a lot to start rolling out, all deliberately up in The Tube awaiting the right moment to ponder captions and philosophical things to add in far wiser than the childless rather effete Henry.... ohh yes that was the name of today's main kid... he could have heard in a whisper too..
That's a point ...(the Henry was deliberately useless audio we get to how Europeans dont sue for pavement toestubs or in fact anything much...unlike every Yank and YUK.... whoever was in charge of Remain the usual one dimensional spastic never told you that did eeee... errata had he well i guess it would have been 99:1.... for being yank.
That's why your kids are even mpore fucked up than thems as pretending one is above being yank is even more illmaking...i know i encounter the illmakers endlessly with that ashram glaze in their eyes....
never ever able to even ponder constructively crits around their own little bubble of perfect Narniac space, maybe not quite so Wonderland as the brochures told them
Anyway ... at least three live performances all albums bought .... and it turns out she died young of being EXTREMELY bitter psychospiritually about everything, especially her real fuckup dad.... she never got over even into her 60s... every smallest sweet NAnci sing 'n smile...
fake
I'm sure they have trades description acts in that Youesaay... and one could say something else about the queues lining up outside the courts regarding one very very dead sad old man... just as he may have a bit more in his bank than the surely now Shabbiest Princess... in all of history..
It's pure poetry
Anyway now...
there is something which goes with this new page (just where i put some sort of sideshows)
so yes a thing that goes in that page ...that really is the ONE thing above all - lived experience so often... that sums up not just the ignorance but the complete and utter insouciance in every single person i have ever met for at least ten years (i guess except her - but that's a hard one she had a lot to get off the chest too...that's what loneliness does you when your only friend is Eckhart)
But it's so poignant it needs a short handwritten thing symbolising.... that even that so lomng endured thing.... didnt make my handwriting shaky when in fact what one should have done is jab the pen in their eyes or gobs ....
Now this is hard hence the waffle starts as really hard work. Hard enough to attempt to begin and very hard if you are nuts enough to listen ....however I think an hour in it revs up to what it's really all about...
free substack audio and i do get 'likes' from serious book sites it seems ..i dont have battery time to browse their output but they find the time for me
always free
so you may be missing out somewhat ...
Living "deliberately" a bit more deliberately than Henry at Walden. Hard to deliberately describe. See notes below
And show em... difficult times which if you paid attention to a few of the simpler oldschool gurus who wouldn't be seen dead In a guru costume, or paid for their sagely advice, aren"t difficult in that once you know the purpose you plod on no matter what and in the nonsummer periods plan your day around DOing time and mould away time zenmeditaviley watching drops drip
and not making the smallest bit of difficult difference to one jot of your day.... as long as one is organised and has endless fixing to do WHEN the energy is supreme...
And it's even better if one has spent all morning preparing the next phase, which was only ever a continuation of the last phase as one didnt need any new phases three decades ago knowing exactly what's what and what matters... and how to continue it no matter what alleged ,'difficulty'.
My only d word too much to enjoy spinning up into the air and smash holy cows before spinning them like plates over the head of dome clown who cannot ever look into the eyes of the kids she's paid to smile sweetly at....
Unlike the ones i sought out twenty years ago...who still could.
My chronicle even then collected like A Lomax on a truly historical mission to catch them before they all shattered into unfixable shards of litter
And i know it would never be possible to smash through the modern moaning just because domeone is daft enough to go hiking on a forecast rainy day and not taken off Monday instead due " long corvid..." they'll be claiming forever..
Anyway the most productive inside day for many a month. So do come back now i am bloody well obligated as some suckers have at last paid up ...
Now.... i am so organised only very rarely is there a technical 'difficulty' and i KNEW something was going wrong but...
didn't want to be distracted
Not revving up as all or at least 99% of material is 100% spontaneous..
And i don't think YET it is possible to make out the words...
Regarding this really quite homo aftyernoon radio play listening to whilst meandering up into the hills...
Bacon in Moscow
How Francis Bacon became the first major Western artist to have a solo exhibition in the Soviet Union. Written by Stephen Wakelam, based on the memoir by James Birch.
and if anyone can guess the content before i get them out of the recorder if it was on which will take yonks they can have all the £185 monies paid in to ralphschism.com the last few weeks.... just to show up the rest as such meanies its daft...
but theyll have to email or text i never read comments couldnt care less what conspiracy may be ongoing or fishing expeditions
i know whats what and strangely enough and of course v philosophical almost all i knew for sure for years but little true lived experience of theories confirmed by experimental evidence; it keeps coming out exactly as predicted...
I mean even Henry the not-really-woodlander yank figured a lot of it long ago..
And i know as a result this afternoon's play wont be anything like as good indeed as usual when they know they have the ultimate smug natureman to so easily roll out to you, they'll make it Dysney
The one earlier today is the one you REALLY need to understand... which is all ive been about for 20 years
as the weirdo dull little men whom wish to measure it as they never met the pukka Rosie under a hay rick....or arranged it with her into a nice bed, or see through net..... of real grub.....
Is the ultimate in arousal no matter what and enemy of all their big words nobody could ever keep track of i mean what the ferks sexuoerotic .... ?
*A state of sexuoerotic disinterest; impaired or deficient in sexual and genital responsiveness or frequenc
So yes these very lacking chappies with their 2020 or was it the nexterspring rather funky hymn but it's so so towny....
And in towns you can't smell the hay on her.... or ... Christmas thistereve last one ever about as good as it gets.... I scrutinised their faces....
And was full of certainty
But anyway back to the beginning ...
I mean Ed was fine ..i bought his books and filtered out the towny neuroticism...
and he clearly had a sense of humour too...
Even if his books on "lateral thinking" over time about as useful as a fancy hat in Hatesville
As they all get it wrong... fashion is all there is and it trumps any attempt at lateral sanity
But then
all that happened thirty dully years
t'will have to be hypocriphilia - Edward would never know and the gallery of rogues wouldnt even be able to imagine...
Nor would he know i get a pro Bono boner from their hypocrisy
and 100% tyranny..
of only ever meemeemee
but it's the hypocrisy, love of it,
that's the one and only solar fuel that is sustainable no matter what.
Now as oft said even if nobody reads a word even the most energy hayrickfuelled email in history ever....
(and i know neither drink so it'll have to be the other form of intoxicant.... tickbox, done)
so yes they all Them Sourcies started with him... the Jenny came latelies..
so called 'philosopher' not good enough for him to just stay in his posh part of London neurotix garret but no gotta become all telly vangelic only because there's nothing in any way 'offensive' about him, not even a hair so neurotic they have to be surgically removed ... like having anything to say that's not in any way offensive (especially on stuff like fuckin under hayricks; so talk about prejudiced little bald git, and leaving out 99% of the history of humanity since it started to grow its own grub...)
now this is far far more interesting than the mere casual browser may think.... i shall return to later if the retitling it for here works
And i do hope That Bush still noses in well here's a double dose i hope you get iller...
As only after at least a few months in the real abyss do we start to emerge sane... all three above should do it...
plus her bloke...... whom of course will be supping the BBC free coffee as we spoke... thistermorn
Which was a perfect ending of the lesson - all they all ever wanted was to get their slot on 4chan one way or another
(as is also the history of the whole 'environmental' movement along the river Wye and even her Teme.... for twenty hypo filled years.. but its not nice giving it a greek sounding hype word when the lot of em were only ever an insult to the fine real thing
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