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.
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now the problem is is that 'language' doesn't really travel.
THE one great tragedy of the UK is in fact this business of definate mental 'illness' that causes the ill one to have hoarding disease
a great book - novel! i read over 30 years ago about a hoarding man, so its not entirely new, but has SO exploded... some suggest 10% are enthral to it and if you once had a seemingly sane neighbour who's girlfriend was really quite damaged by his illness too even if due welfare state gaming they pretended to live apart.... and he really was the most 'intelligent' chap you had met for decades - could quote long tracts of true genius Rich Hall could never equal, ALEXEI, VERBATIM
thing is what word do you use about him... the hoarder ... over time we settled on 'princess' infact even he wisely agreed he had it in spades - all the ones he hoarded including the very rusty old ones impossible ever to fix, even by me pretty good at fixing almost all...
'twas a word that worked. Of its time and place ....
But will never i guess travel unless in a good book.
And one thing is for sure Eckhart Tolle would never understand the actual power of NOW i shall fix the poor princesse's sticking door despite her being a mad liar who slightly takes public money (which became also false love-clicks on fakebook for transactional reasons) because the sticking door annoys her showoff very expensive 5000 year old dog...
And i can...
And even if she ends up predictably stealing (by actual legal definition) ones property, all that matters is her job got done....
and princesses cant be fixed...of either sex
now all is private
as i have ONLY one interesting question i have to at least write something half true about
but i know exactly where the line of incogniting it is...
Even if her taste wasn't quite as true-SOULful as ...Ove represented so magically....
Now, this is merely notes for the next decade:
If she the official paid 'shaman' can take the worst kind of personal offense directly sent into her transactional, inbox....
And phone-message me a smiley.... MY SMILEY THE ONLY ONE I RECOGNISE!!
stupid Oggle doesn't even have it the upside downy smiley one who knows it's all an absurdist joke
... well.....
lets just say even if it is NO interest of mine whatsoever... zero...
And i am so happy to see they also kindof realised that voodoo just gets in the way
Anyway knowing how ridiculously fragile all these (yesteraft walking with my audio - new level of sageliness, yes i was wrong!... there is summit worse than the lanyardists ..their bosses... who are above wearing one..... and most semi early-retired down...ear.... god it's even more of a hell than Belfasrrst in the 70s ... at least there you knew ONE at least still had a soul....and was god of it.... racist blacksupremacist that i am, i always forget poor old VAn...
and i always forget even if a bit of a regular wake up tune....
The get the fuck up, song....
they of course hate you for as it means they too may have to every day, at dawn ...and surf the inspiration that always is there no matter what...
perraps the first equal in the 'soul' stakes
and bugger me if you do get up at dawn you can still do it almost as good thirty years on why didnt i go and see them... the ones that got away
but better not clog the screen up with too much Americana... spesh as i am not sure i would dare ever again - i mean it was 100% normal and accepted in them 80s and nineties the LAW was even if you fall in love with one, you overstay your visa by even one second, youre likely to get shot infact just to get IN the third time in a year that one near 40 back, frig trying to convince some ranty bloke in sunglasses to protect his eyes against the burning fluorescent in his Hartsfield-Jackson dungeon, you werent going to transcendentally stay there and wasn't going to work or even pinch one of their rarest, fine babes, god talk about third degree...... with menaces, even as a most unassuming limey
(this is INTERESTING....so here i am sat in THE warm rain - a gang of military types turn up at their motor, two motors down, all military camouflage sleeping bags... pretending to be in the SAS out on manoeuvres on the most underwhelming hills in history.... and ten minutes into their fussy packing up their motor, suddenly i am actually overwhelmed, smashed in the nazal area... poisoned.... by the smell of the chemicals they spray all over themselves ...wafting across even here! )
Anyway back to the point i have so little battery to make.... so wont
REAL soul keeps you bopping around actually as if not much time had passed
yes so this transcendental thing.. the buzz the rapture the problem with it is its always or usually connected with some search for 'meaning'
meaning the chubbies who havent any, as they stay in their suburban flats up all night grifting the online 'space', have simply no idea that it is a neutral thing... if you learned to enjoy chopping your logs age 11 aside a great man, who could have been a woman, too as potentially they have just as much potential ....wow hang on
Anyway ehhh sadly though in the land everything has to be smiley showbiz... (and i would STILL like to know if there is anything real, in the heads that lasts Forever) most run away ... eventually so when you are left chopping your wood alone, ahhahhh if you were taught well as a young man such that you don't have to show off chopping it and can pass the time - being its second nature, with a splendid bit of marching music in your, then Walkman, but it MUST have soul and gypsyish soul at that...
even one could never condone such pants and talk about traumatising and THE reason why one ran away
with just the right soul on in the ears.... the grooves, the accurasee...
are even truer than back then....
and even a back support belt, I'm sure most of YAnkland may showoff with.....
Misses the point....
Its purest ever joy if you can do ANYthing ... unadorned, unsupported just pure cavewo/man
well, now...
Even now you can be transcendentally transported to the truly lovely rapturous feeling then...
As long as you don't believe in Now...
here
nihil, only..
which is what visitorism always did, good writers figured that centuries ago
lots of really very interesting photos go with this one about JUST how cruelly around 10 thousand American prisoners of war were treated here...i had no idea i think The big Orange should tarifise on that too..
Anyway back to... well
I didnt expect THAT
ps and last word via email as its always just walking on broken glass if one wishes to communicate ANYthing beyond bimbo pleasantries (not a sexist term 'twas infact first coined for male dandies in QE1's court) probably too forward... context, i actually don't go 'out' at night* so shall not encounter you in that manner....
Though i am a 100% rugged real outdoors Heathcliff - he would be jealous of my an actually authentic one, for a decade, longer really, all i 'live' for is to attempt to write engagingly, but i also believe in other media - film and audio especially - about .. the bullshit society is drowning in but in a positive way trying to describe what it is firstly and how one can live well, aside it...
good for me
though i do believe in 'grass roots' avant garde theatre and 'events' - well thats the thing when we went to see avant garde modern experimental theatre in the 80s 90s nobody called them 'event's ... they were too important - psychospiritually , to be given a silly little word like 'event'..
I do think the 'social' 'eventing' is almost the enemy of coming up with actually useful things to say about society (funnily enough even if 100% 'alternative' culture in young man years, i 100% believe in formally splicing babes n blokes together in ceremony so all power to your elbow)
In fact almost randomly (meaning maybe the faeries are in charge but me i know its impossible to know if thats so)
the last week for the first time in 20 years i have been back in touch with the woman most important in my 20s a yank - beautiful utterly princessly (though from true HICKSVILLE) and we were best mates for years and we would send back and forth across the Atlantic 'our book'
" is it time?....do you need it...[ getting stuck with life].... ok its your turn i shall put it in the post tomorrow..."
talk about ultra romantic!!!
even if i nowadays really wonder about the word 'soulmates' (thats a longer essay) that book indeed did guide my whole life - still does, stupidly...
why i believe in as full-as-poss couplings..marriage or handfisting [deliberate typo play on words] and bloody MEAN IT!
i.e. Bach and Mary Moviestar Parish after fully merging, ONLY then, were then able to fight the big nasty environment destroying beast about to destroy the wilderness they moved to live by..
i.e. 1+1 = 3..
(and i hate ALL Greens even if i was a leader of some as they simply refuse to point this out - " GET IT ON [as Marvin sang] as you will be more effective IN A COUPLE.."
that to me is THE main reason all your rivers and beaches are polluted cesspools - they are by the way... i photograph them which is WHY i must stay incognito god the bourgeoisie of Dartmoor Nat Park HATE anyone saying their underwhelming hills are a cess pool of cess......why, cos it would affect the truly absurd house prices
*anyway yes me i'm all the way babe but i dont go out at night as i am never miserable even when i cant get a valentine date, even, and every day always awake 0530 and attempt to rev up and get groovy with words....
for very serious reasons, as above, but .... yes i think formal coupling is so important so i celebrate you the celebrant
though think its also overdue for some comedic action....
serious - i have meandered the SWnear 3 years as a writerly philosopher and one of my gigs is enquiring of higher up Christian bigots their thoughts on marriage and i find it extraordinary ALL they can ever speak of is homosexual marriage (f lasts 6 yrs average m lasts 7 ...whereas hetro almost double) which i find extraordinary as the whole tax system inheritance legal is still posited on formal coupling and homo is only 3% .... and yet nobody EVER seems to have anything good and philosophical about hetro formal couplings...
i was full on punk age 17 no prude... anyway yes although you havent met me i have been actually your sales agent for the last 3 years here - and 7 years meandering sage and George Borrow style writerly gypsy soul, 10 in total... so you owe me a coffee
Saturday, 21 February 2026
even this luxury is wasted, especially on me as i need nothing
except
Anyway several End Times last chapter warnings....
And Solomon wise things:
Solomon was really sick in the head thinking the way to go out is with some teenagers on your lap
As below about 53....
theyre too full of the dullest thing on the planet, themselves....
Ohh yes mustknee forget Boxin Day... (that alone i can get a best seller out of - what an absurdly Happy End...)
And yes as many timesknown, take a good song, stick the greatest backing vocalists onnit who mean it all the way... and one is in another reality.
But then..... even if hint hint Boxer Day....
Still a bit too much puppy fat fairly ageing old thing.....
there was only ever one woman who racist cunt BBC will only give a paragraph to when she pops em too ....
should be shut down for not even mentioning the greatest soul man ever, popping his....
Roy....
There always was, always will be one genre that separates the ice maidens of the shitty little Aisle of caring about some poor lost Prince....
(NO HE WASNT, HE TRIED TOO HARD!)
I bet they don't waste their lives on some artificial fake "warrior" dance to the death...of desire indeed...
As tryin' hard to go and be chief Tannista is no good....
And only diseases' that are made up to beat the others, sayin' 'owt' like uploadistis are... neither good or bad for you
Even this-side's maybe greatest ever soulman....
bit to tryin' hard and all picky-fancy
never mind fantasy " say what i mean and mean what i say"
There really is only one form.... Even Mister Tyler looks good innit....
as long as some soulful Slashery, too
If you spend even ten minutes with that old school musac ...choir practice, practice for jabbin' the oponent in the eye to get to be top diva....
There was only ever one answer to everything and one hope and a land that still can manage a bit of puppy fattery soul.... the real thing that defies age, chubbiness' or anything else
Except the key to that one apart from extremely little sugar,
honey.... is use your brain Richard And Leslie to.... battle the cunts so them bears can be left roaming
free
You certainly cannot 'share' with some English one....
As one thing about them...
they ain't got soul....
As only soul Trumps ...
all, and that includes ruining it with showoff words like 'sobriety' i mean who is gonna get viral and soulful sounding like an AA meeting
even if that's the other answer, too....
stay away from that witches brew
But long known, like twenty years
THE one thing they hate more than absolutely anything
is even an itzy witzy bit of a fighter....
I mean to sum life up,
never mind fail to win
I am quite sure she was even there, once, at a Tracey gig...
probably not quite so big.
First one and only time i found in any record collection
whilst doin' always happily her decoratin'
humming along to her 'self titled'
And then a decade later is PR supremo for the number one
child traffickers - in the world
no parentheses needed as simple, fact
when almost every single 11 year old is filled up with sweeties
on the orders of some old pervies...
so as to make them 'marriageable' a few years later
shipped off to some quite unnecessary desert theme park tent
(just a few weeks ago off they a private-jetting go,
their oil-dollars hell bent
at any price...)
proving the 'tacky' looking covers
can sometimes be the best of all real, history
That won't ever end, as indeed 'my best friend' - in this sceptic aisle, has a subtext
lacuna, unwritten rule.. as long as you never actually have an 'original thought' about anything that may indeed need to be changed..
And god forbid don't FIGHT for it....
So of course none of them ever meant a word....
(uhhh but of late the last one i really did think.....well it's to put food on HER plate..! me ive rarely had such a well-fed winter... even if last september thought, no hope, shroud time, hard to do after pinching a boat and tossing out the anchor, no there are other ways, but knowing every single day, no point, last time, never mind diverted from new works needed just to [be cont] .... the key to life and staying slim really is to use your head, unintentional, to plot out every smallest way they may take offence, in person.....and thus be only ever abstract, real identity, hidden... )
oooh thats a terrible para so leave the brackets
what a racket
Merely to have for three years come back to the only real word that matters
But at least now i know it was never possible.
(one of millions - its my PHOTOS I am proud of but thats a heck of a lot more power and my god there are no more 'libraries' only moaning-hubs... places to occasionally compare literary duds... except even 'literary' in a British library, is offensive to the cannon fodder, of some latest Scandee noire...)
yes millions of photo-re...
whats the right word?
Social realism photography (circa 1930s-40s) documents the harsh realities of working-class life, poverty, and social injustice to spark reform and critique power structures. Emerging from earlier social documentary traditions, this style uses intimate, candid, and often gritty imagery—notably by FSA photographers like Dorothea Lange—to foster empathy and highlight the dignity of marginalized populations
not that one now so called AI has gang banged it all the way down the loo.... as most photography in olden golden days was to either show dignified chinuppery or fun in the face of so called tyranny... and if tyranny attempt to show the real version...
such as talk about it being impossible for ANYone to go 'visiting', a euphemism for on holiday, to a place of 'nature' or lasteregion sea fresh air and sandy nature... without covering themselves with all sorts of accessories especially for dogging...* by default infact its almost impossible to see just a simple non-equipped human out with a mutt on a walk or some simple non-accessorised human meandering bird watching, like me why of course they all stare
And i NEVER ever even get out my phone to communicate with anyone as they all decry me anyway for suggesting a small 'fight' for THEIR rights they bleat about to me.... merely as perfornmative art i now definitely and only conclude
Anyway so .... all these 'event's too...
and the ultimate branding "wild" i have never seen the wild so so often ujsed in the dullest little theme park in the world... by people who moan about a BIT of rain...
we shall come back to a massive photo-realism collage one day of thousands of the most 'needy' notices i have ever seen in my life
And then the once-writers all they can ever do is hypersomething or other clicky bait with nothing ever....
Anyway back to THE world:
which EVERYwhere did hear old Howard...it was headlines all over and i am sure syndicated bit by bit here and there and Howard lead to it all, in effect from Palin to ...whoever the latest Pol Pot is... vulgar over the line crass ... (there is a line)
One should be Stern!
But maybe it is a great parable of sorts not that English babes allow such words as they have a time element...in time certain things may come to pass
In a place wheretoo except they likely have cannier surgeons to hide the facelift lines...
but most of them only lust for them
The ultimate age cheaper, which is a very dull sport as its far nicer to become desireable as you accept it AND fight! on....
Only Mister worst-of-speech, can manage to rev up mister best of speech...
into something that any one of the actual shabby 'alchemists' of the region - This Source one, there last one too..
could only dream of.... actually having the best ever on-the-edge energy, still, when even quite ancient
I bet she still wants to give im one....
(i am ten times more energetic always dont need breaks or not ones anyone would know about as i hide them....as breaks are mine only)
And as if to yet again prove such a minority thing but nevertheeless not strangled by the next passing copper...
America can still write....a BIT...
As long as it doesnt believe its own hype that it's the world's number one intellectual
(full proof in another blogicle somewhere else soon)
just clearing desktop so yes ... aide memoir (all photos are)
even she... who emailed ME!
" i am intrigued we should meet.."
of course was merely people pleasing or between trabnsfusions of actual human blood in her coracao...
ditto
But i do know why.... i doubt even YAnks would tolerate EVERYthing being so dumbed down Disneyfied ..infantittilated...
no hope in this land
(the book reading stats DO confirm)_
No hope in knowing the GREATEST ever lovestory either....
nor.... ahahh there is a whole huge film to be edited one day about the fun of when they can't do men any more, and can't be bothered how to use their own 'tools' (Sam HArris thinks there is one of them for every little quirk such as killing Arabs for revenge, or as no other tools will work ... all to him is a 'toolkit'...lovely euphemism for condoning Jen and his cider... or her f35... )
But lets try and stay on point.
Never mind dole out some sunshine!
It trumps all - sad real message but its sunny so be happy
and laugh at all absurdities as NObody knows where a great old fashioned line ALWAYS was....even in Dostoevsky i am quite sure..if you read someone else's private correspondence, even using THEIR finger to do so while they are asleep..
it never ends well....ever
and you end up being yet another lost loon thinking that one can garner ANYthing form anything online... one may have for a while 'hid' from...
Anyway yes now as a load of fakes 'follow' my Substack or at least regularly 'like' my audios soon i have the chore of helping them not to waste their precious time....
all peeps time must be respected even if theyre the 'problem'
thank god someones got a mind and knows that before anything else artificial its the sugar that does far more harm
another day
just random well not really i still can'tt decide ...but probably the " no i dont recall " says enough
* Dogging.... now fact: sadly 'non fiction' book sales are all falling over a cliff, and yes replacement theoried by mainly this kind of thing: i rarely look at 'feed' but this one has been harassing with " wow we have two ,million views already on this mustn't miss"
THEOREY (so little fact if one stands back and ponders what may have really happened in MOST of the world/land....which is a BIG place ) people always chop ears of their enemy, as artefact-souvenir, after always brutally murdering with him or even her with great glee, always as thats the 'human condition'....
Anyway you don't have to bother being SO SO SO in awe of such a modern cool hip bulnecky bloke on steroids so eruditely and so teen-attractive-to cool guy dispelling all the homo-liberals....
As (listen to substack audio 3 or 4 weeks ago on your history is wrong or words to that effect...oooh theres one in there also about the stuff your not allowed to say about a certain utterly irrelevant jet setting yank and co)
Anyway having for three years seen how the "neurotic" - to quote woman evolutionary biologist, Heather... people not worthy of being even called people, as they became Natzis when it comes to their dogs - any REAL countryperson could see it click in spring 2021 as i did... the way they put their neuroses (pl) and desperate inability to accept even a very small new percent possibility of becoming a dead parrot, has murdered the free will of most of their mutts....
even if it is disguised with a smile of "you [nobody else could so its an order] love me dont you .. here have a very special little luxury brand dog biccie forom my 500 quid fancy Brideshead Berber ,,,,which is ok but the poor things the way they nag CONTINUALLY ....talk to them continually even before they have got out of the boot telling them HOW to get out of it.....
of course because being English they can't even dream of FIGHTING for the rights of their mutt - say to have special areas where they can have a crap without immediately being disturbed when they want to have a sniff of it and check all ok or should they go and bite mummies bottom tellin' her to go buy the special supplements she hides for a special day as she's not actually as rich as the 200 quid coat she puts me in would suggest....errata DEMAND
... (see above vids for what this follows and now foollows)
yes so dogs even if Mary Moviestar herself lost a few years and attempted to kidnap me and get working TOGETHER on saving nature as they did.... holed up in their woodland cabin
not a 'myth', reality
If she had one unless she proved over a fairly long period that she didnt just SAY "let a dog be a dog" but also meant it, if she had one... run the other way
And anyway ferrets are real animals who PRETEND to love their owners just for a bit...about 15 mins usually... and then go and do something more interesting, or sleep...
so yes ...if you live in the wilds - where the best free meat for your 'pet' is, or where the air is cleaner or where the town-stressor noises are less... you may indeed have a fine line which over the years is known about far and wide...
And then over fairly longish periods of time.... 'selective' breeding occurs so that certain characteristics become distilled, the opposite of randomly alchemised, into being deliberately the objective...
There really arent many not very pikenese and a bit more bulldogs ...
ok they get bumped off if that accident was occuring
But here is the thing, the amount of 'pure' dog breeds and such a diversity, and most breeds hang around a central sort of prototype, that means a HELL of a lot of 'selective' breeding over hundreds of years, in some cases thousands.
The 'priceless' mutt above is said to be of a breed 'fixed' genetically about 5000 years ago... mind you the drugs that mamma gobbled lets half it for effect...
Now if you know the way the land works - lots of random 'nature' caused disasters over time...
ferrets have the wrong genes that dont tell them to eat the rats if they are stealing their food... or vice a versa and the ferrits get out - escape, cant get back to theior foodbowl, and die (NO Hay-on-Wye 'Transition Town' operative would listen to, despite being told nicely and with splendid scientific explanation, and thus they ALL have blood on their hands)
animal husbandry / selective breeding, is a totally cooperative peaceful process over many generations...
At some Craswall style " ehh up saw you've a pink un.... well i nevihhh.... i eard about a chap over Brilley way just the other day ee's got one just like that thought was the witches at wirk.... but if you both get em together and try and show them witches whats what and breed a whole new line and then set them BACK on them witches well maybe you will win the supreme ferrit show .... " except it takes many many such chats over styles, many many popping in to a farm or hovel that is guaranteed to be full of murderous people if you listen to baby face Kisin the ass of a really awful click-baiter of a 'historian' Sandbrook...
Whom in fact is peddling the same nonsense that they peddle in Lord of The Rings even Flies... most folks are in fight or flight much of the time...
If that were true, and even if it is a splendid thin, as really chihuahuanas shouldnt exist....
Ms Pugh spotted the part around 25 miles away from where a dog was carried away by a seagull from a garden in Devon.
Gizmo, a four-year-old miniature chihuahua, was carried away by the bird in July, according to its owner, Becca Hill.
They only do due to quite extreme human cooperation over hundreds of years .... like almost everywhere...
if a few city-based nutjobs want to get bored and chop off ears whist fighting over some other bloke's city .. that is actually a minority sport
which doesnt fit in to the horrid little Kisin man's Ayn RAndian viewpoint so many of the actual 'tech bros' with their search engine optimisation skills sadly have pushed everywhere...
or the loudest gobbiest ..Sternest...sadly push like the ketamine all over Cornwall the kids are so used to they need of courses stronger doses... just to feel the 'same'.
you put 'coração' into their 'search' and it has pictures of it stripped back and taken to bits
when how the bugger really works....
Even i am pure Henry+ pondering quite deliberately rather a long time
(on 'standby')
And rather a lot happens even if it's never 'owt ...
(thats 'nothing' to a non this-turgid-islander)
All i know that movie lastereve (EVE! i love the winter even if there hasn't really been one, for the real human timing is wind down sixterish...
and only when you still can think
try and think so what's the 'message' in that one?
especially as those eighties into nineties were so new and interesting
too much, so at the time, and it's great to have time to revisit in ones head)
So, i don't lie, and am'nt flaky
(of late the inadvertent not deliberate research mission - merely marooned but don't tell anyone, even if being marooned is what the philosophers can never dare to say, best for the mind if day after day, errata, year: yes why were they so so flaky?!? I never really thought to dwell upon it as being flaky - definition, around their South East nineteen ninety two endless thoughtbubble: " well why on earth EVER make an arrangement, beer in Notty Hill, coffee at The Bush... ? Shepherds know that the neighbourly arrangement to meet up and pull down as 'community' the flocks from the 'common' - or as we said 'mountain', was written in stone
as that's the only way you get your flockssss home...
no matter what you may 'feel' about some neighbour you dont 'like'
if all arrangements are provisional up to the moment, they dont even have the manners to cancel, at the last one; and you are sat there like a lemon waiting for your phone to ring, maybe explaining why they're not coming
when its too late....
didn't do as they said they are ..)
Funny thing is i was about to jot, in ones twenties, well ok ...
some arrangement, and then something else comes up, but truth is it so rarely was like that - even me
not exactly a fan of humanity
It was infact honourable to always keep to the plan...
mean what you say
But at the same time understandable, if it doesnt go to plan
well, there will be another day...
so be patient, though one didnt then have the true zen-pivotism
inside to, make the most of where you are
though i never need to turn in any new direction
as I'm lucky, the one then, even way back then almost fourty years
Was the right one, and i'm oldschool though ultra modern, and like the look of it with the 'u' even if supposedly out of fashion by the 18th century
Anyway i've yet to read a better book than Silas or Scarlet and Black
though Bridge.... hmmm....it still bugger me, is me )
now...if i write 'katydids' it's merely parody
of the way the townies that spread out into the hinterland
from suburb especially (where they're most neuro, summit....), city
and whatever they do they can't just accept ... boonie...
short form of that lovely word boondock, means nowhere nuffin.....
nowt to lose
so loose your fancy showoff words just "cricket" will do
And those ones down in that not quite deepest South, but nearenuf
those too-few nights
only time though i ever saw a gun pulled out at night!
i can still smell whatever Bridge was between us and them....
all one, as only a Southern slow cooked jambalaya
can melt into one pot, and create a whole,
recipe, never again repeatable
they go and turn into some duff marketeering word 'alchemy'
nope! ...
which to quote her man....
the great Master Tyler....
you gotta lose to know how to win....
which reminds me of one OTHER thing...
get the RIGHT choir in
And even Master Flouncy... becomes Mozart plus
And beats any mere self pitying requiem
In lust only to live...
oops i was meant to get something in that chimes with jambalaya
back to that one great line about her tyre
or two, of them ...
Brownsville somewhere never been,
dont even know which bit it's in
but you know its hot 'n sweaty,
beyond any picture archive held even in Getty,
.....we're going all the way til the wheels fall off and burn.....
is that one place that one evening, crickets showing
off .... callin' out across the levee, to be even more Yank
at your own risk, walk this plank...
thing is did i get stuck halfway?
I still wonder to this very day, indeed all of yesterday
But nicely, merely a three d jigsaw puzzle
but.... hot damn! i still recall the lingo!
don't they need a muzzle!
Anyway back to business,
And infact lots of them last few ones ...
" seventy three or four internet can't make it's mind up....
his lifeforce, fabulous energy...no wind up!"
And you could say it's almost all there in that one moment.
Anyone, eighties into nineties that wandered this rather samey planet
yes heresy to say so... but i know
one chappie, a bit ranty....
" there's a universal line
and he alone is crossing it! ... it wont end well, damnit!"
So....not only have i never played a computer game, taken an asprin, grew out of magyc mushy peabrained psychadelicacies age about neniteen...
CERTAINLY one knew! never to watch a musac video
that MTV can opine all it wishes about watchin
them play while doin the dishes
NO ! never....
I knew every single oral nodule in Maggie Terre and Suzzie's gob
from merely imagining,
what their breath would be like mixed with mine
Until of course I went to see them maybe 85 or 6
whilst most mere men were still stuck with sweaty stuff like
Marillion
And knew more of 'it' in their little Big Sister (as they were) finger
than all of em
put together.
There is only one 'it'.
And it's all there's ever been.
Anyway one doesn't want to seem a mere jabberqwok
Rather a highest intelectchill...
while all the rest dancin' to Jack ' Jill
And even if he went a bit too junkie positive
what a fabulous End Times appraisal of ....now
especially well i was going to say babe-led
but now its all there is in them blokes heads
too.All i care about is the rhythm...
Always to something or other like this or .... with bounce
As for the words, all just your tyrance
Not me.
So... there is only one real problem
ALL - no exceptions, especially this lot
of academe
A land where even AC Graylin' speaking into my chronicling device
smiley but underneath hard as ICE !
" i always make ALL my new humanities students read one small book, to me the one and only metaphorical device ....
The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
closest to moral reality.. necessity"
i mean fucks that's as nihilist outlook as you can GET!
(in short a child must be tortured so the rest of everyone
parties on)
repatriate i'm back to...
errata he's home where he belongs
especially as the so called British leading humanities scholar
had never even heard of the actual leading real life plus a bit of maybe, something, scholar
of the last three quarters of a century, Thomas Bernhard
So...my only problem,
How the fuck do i get that into lifestory?
'that' to be cont and clarified.
But all that now matters is.... the history of this century, is that the ones who didn't just walk away to make a fancy omlette to show off and tried to think a bit... used to say " maybe.."
"maybe Keats was looking at possibly something that may have been a sublime when being a nervy towny he first went for a walk on a hill...."
but not any more since lanyards became so valuable if you sucked up to the right grant giving board and dreadful radio program...
nope you have to KNOW... speak with certainty
And even if one of the most self obsessed creeps in history
Mister Babb at least said something POSSIBLY 'true' " the tricky bugger i cant pin it down despite being commissioned by the OUP
as world 'authority' "
(definition, 'worthy of being repeated' - that's all, no trigger warnings necessary
for kids brought up bathing in only in the bathwater of chemical rose petal
and sensitivity)
" but all i can say maybe for sure as it recreates itself every day"
Anyway ... it is now being said,
which of course is true in that around 20 years ago just when something came along thats all there is to 'scrape'
Claud or whatever mumbo jumbo is in the word 'gemini'
Havent been able to scrape any 'maybe'
or its outnumbered
(to be all American exacting: 99.7% "IT IS"
to "maybe" about 0.3 ... )
The whole damn thing - be it some new fangled "search" or
old fangled "agent" will tell it's "property" what to do
is posited on the wrongest definition of progress never mind reality
actual learning, for free: maybe...
It gets ill and hallucinates
end of all real debates
Anyway thats that your internet went even stupider than ever before.... the ultimate in closed Claw...
A memory palace is a metaphor for a certain kind of mind, one that notices everything almost offhandedly yet can recall its exact position in time and place later, often seemingly without effort. It comes from the story of Simonides, who had stepped away from a banquet in ancient Thessaly just before the building collapsed; those present were crushed beyond recognition, but Simonides was able to identify each body because he remembered exactly where every guest was before the roof fell in.
now all i know i am not mad, but due to 'AI' having infected the once ok 'app' - i always strip out all apps except maybe 3 ...
as all the rest are unnecessary
but Powerdirector a reasonably user friendly video editor - not that i ever have bothered
no spare battery
now it has "AI" to help the editor
takes five times more energy
And this all clips are merely first draft for fun maybe one day i shall weave into some movie
or snazzy whizz bang...
saying nothing
(like the rest of #vanlife especially Mrs, and now eye-candy Mister, hairwashing and lots of carbon zooming around Europe, saying nothing
my tribe a year ago i did tell them: here is what you really do not want to be ...links later, and she gets 50,000 views just looking at her looking at her hair in the mirror....so i know you would rather be there and helped you, by clipping you to death and destraction
- it matters, bookreading SO SO down except for fantasy brainextraction )
Anyway All these guru types no ones reading 'non fiction' anymoremuch
except 'self help'
which i see daily, in the centrelands of that Source, of nothing
helps nobody
All that ever does is enjoying a few little jobs that methodically you do only when your energy is best ever and you could just about tolerate living on....
But not here.
No point.
No life ever lived in this entrepreneurial joint
Why indeed Ronnie, not quite as zealot, was just a little less baddie
than .... Maggie
especially when you're marooned in her childrens' dormitory, here.
(and yet again another yes another tale of self plastic bagheading
not much 'maybe' there, she failed, that's a fact)
