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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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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even if a bit maudlin, maybe time of the month....
She should go to blacksheet lands where they deny it exists, well not quite true if you read Hamid's Head of a Mule....
racist Ogglin' cunts, and there's something far worse than confected racism (as defined by magnificent Coleman Hughes denying it exists, and my my it's so hard to say 'owt
without it being assumed,....
no way never she was wrong, Agent Z...
there must be a word for us.. pacifist 99.9% of the time left-ofJezza, and know that Green plumbers are only going to force all the plumbing jobs to Nigel's band of Ruperts..)
not even a picture online, of Hamid's magnificent book... Ce[a cute, one, cant be bothered though if she is mute] cile gave metoo in the best of ever booklists...
that sometimes i pass on....as per thistermorn.
typical, why they can only think of Furious operations as the true subtlety of what goes on below those tents is magnificent and very very interestingly harridan-ranty when it comes to the bedroom, even if they're not allowed to make the tea without putting the tent back on....
though ...perraps Keithtoo
always reliable to drown out the latterday narcs who of course don't know libraries were once quiet 'spaces' funny that and in past times people even politicians could think, too....
perraps that's cos their voters could thinktoo
cos perraps they didnt spend all day Utterin'
whatever nonsense that's nuthin'
loudly
Anyway now to seriious biz, even though what a scrap
Moral Maze right into the thick of it: " ehh im hearing exactly the same words, as per 2003.."
But then, in fact if i were head of the UN, i think i would say, right time to discriminate: women only, vote... on what the fuck do we say about international lore, folk in tents, all of it!
But there's something sadder than Keith's all-of-life-in-a-wordless-tuneful- pic,
well, readers and country hic,
my my what a bowl of cherries...
I wish i had my poem about Taria Square
its in my far longer other one:
liesdamagedotcom
and library
About a girl....walks out one day into it knowing she won't be coming home..
or eckerslike, likely not
And have i heard overheard one person in so called sweetpie
Swestershire
even mention, any smallest action, innaction
or back to the beginning.
AN ENTIRELY incomplete extemporisation upon what a fabulously informative winter thus far even if its t-shirt weather, and
to be cont but this time i really DO know exactly how to speak of what's become.
Now, one thing for cert, when... hahh hahh yes Mrs "from another planet" goes and stabs you in the back regarding your only child, too...
Well as i said to her: " ehh i dont lie thats what the ultimate wound is for.... neither charm some splendid fnacypants or lie....."
" luv.... when you played that i had an extremely rare full bodily shiver goin down my fine upright spine infact more into the intestines.... "
Now whilst i favour the Alessia version
Ludovico Einaudi, Alessia Tondo - Nuvole Bianche (Live at the Old Vic Tunnels / 2011)
that it took the sexist pigsnouts, and miscellanepous immigrant drug dealers who end up with restaurants in Sloantown, and then in lattertimes prey upon my lass, of Italy, at least a decade to actually change the title on that one and credit her in the title as making it 1+1 = Don's 15...
I do believe i prefer this version, never heard before...
Especially as " gosh i had shivers when you started to play.."
Here's the thing though although i was pondering a private joke: so if one were to trick or manipulate some mug to that exact altar, and also were aware of the greatest ever cheap rate pianist, and had her there dual-purpose.... is it canonically allowed to exchange rings as she is sat... at her stool...?
Would make a great film.... especially when you already have the 'soundtrack'.
But yes here's the thing without any doubt ALL so called ...well thats the problem i dont think there IS a word
for
" oi thick cunt what genre is nature cure by Maybe"
Nature Cure by Richard Mabey is a seminal work of non-fiction, primarily classified as a memoir and a key, pioneering text in the genre of New Nature Writing
etc
this fetid swamp of semi lifecoach semi PITY ME semi muddy booted Winterings H is For Hawk ..." poor poor me i ... am so sensitive and so worthy of some 'cure' for purely routine things like dad dying not too far from his allotted dose of this thing called life.. or being a 'type a' towny masquerading as country bumpkin as it may get a better class of girly in the sack...and having depression.."
moan.... which is all very well and ive scanned most of it, and its victims - up close and personal, who are, as it NEVER works!
so long since ive been at my still-in-store library...Voltaire Candide maybe sort of got it... Untouchable (2011) but thats rich peeps that confuses the issue
The ..'it'... well it never really wants to speak of what it is or has been that's really the point perhaps....
Their buzzword 'resilient' not only far too militaristic and noisy a sharp edged word... and it anyway misses out just the gentle possibility that there are kindly faeries which you have to make very rude jokes about all the time to keep them on their toes and paying attention to you rather than the whole world via so called modern fiction which merely plays the pity card
(except Ove Perreira Maintains, Reader 6.27 ehh and a few others i wish i knew more)
which is perfectly present exactly in that exact 'moment' with the shivers..
No young whippersnalpper should be allowed near a typewriter writing swamp-wank-pity pieces until s/he has been in at least three black holes its impossible to even comprehend the 'event horizon' even exists as within, 'treading spacedust water' that's the whole point no thought of what WAS - in ones previous life/existence, the other side of the lip.... exists any more...
Until just by god only knows what you scramble back over it but NOT in some big bang event akin merely to pulling onesself out of a swimming pool...
(myaudio better than Auinaudio or in fact he wrote it knowing my audio would come along 14 years later and need a soundtrack as iti sexist pigs have little to say except for Sorrentino who tried but forgot to have any babes in starring roles.... maybe he could help me get asylum there, the amount of times i have rightly said ' La G B ... the only deep glorious culture this century in even Europe ' )
to be cont many many annoying little video clips already up im never off duty... as i dont need to be i know how to rest and shut off and think only of.... well at last the perfect mental picture postcard to be held ..forever
"...arriving in your own body and arriving in the world with some degree of integrity...."
Truly, and I aren't no snarkey Miss Anne Thrope who has no idea about how fundamental a particle just one atom of integrity is, meaning always, and the law of conservation of energy, or thermos means, there is a consequence to every joule of wasted energy, even if Neruda is wrong and in fact one needs at least three hours to get really into the best of conversations...
Which need to be about what... how
And of course being male one cannot say " i already have it in my own can, and want to share it all the way for collaborative purposes... plural! as one doesn't need to reinvent the wheel if it is so finely balanced that, especially stating to the youngers at the tyre shop, ' I don't need it balancing as i will probably die before it gets rotated onto the front wheel' and of course they don't have the second dimension to their poor flatland minds to appreciate a stoical ironic commentary on life.."
Anyway Missed Bit, THE big one, of the audio, your problem if too distracted with your satnav (never WOULD use one real 'navigation' is much more human) or screens - only used for this sublime Nomadland as it should be - every day NO matter what awaking with a bighteyed smile....no self pity, shame, ok a week lasteryear a sort of sadness at....wasted chances, as she errata them... would have been whom it was for...
Attempting to fully show, with jokes and poo-pan 'moments' exactly how one can firstly let go as we are so fussy about even sheep-flavoured waters, but really its the thing...
That isn't 'beating the system' and knowing that the NAtzi Trust who use strong 'pro' glyphosate on their so called 'sights of special scientific interest to the fucking bees who live there', wasted so much cash on expensive pickup trucks for their valiant teams of uniform - expensive uniformed drones, they havent got any cash left to even enforce a car park ticket the whole of PAstyshire ... which is a saudade back to the glorious past time Henry would have at least accepted as a pleasant deliberate moment or ten saved earning the money to just pay for a parking place at the coast..
But.. the thing, the audio, not quite the best of allegories or metaphor indeed precisely
'allegory vs metaphor vs analogy' = i still don't know which is the best word for useful word-picture, in that case being stuck randomly in the orbit of Pluto, which cold-sinks all ones imagination into the icy surface, and one has no sense at all of how one may get nudged out of that particular orbit back out and above the pesky atmosphere albeit a fairly pathetic one, nevertheless still limits the performance of the solar pannels energising systems that work just fine when one is in open space even if especially in The Source regions or indeed all the South, and Scotland's too full of loony religious dinosaurs so forget there for a game of soldiers...
Yes thats the best word pic, Pluto... stuck.... it is the only 'reality' one lives with it... just about but no sparks...and then a little random bit of human space rubbiosh comes and whacks you just a tad, and one orbitals back out into a tragectory where straight away the onboard battery is immediately plenished and full of energy it was used to not needing as it was just about managing to remain awake, and keep basic life support systems adequately ticking over, on trickle charge
And... its the definition of purest minorly blissy joy... that is sustained for at least a day or two
Even if this recent occasion a double edged sword, dripping with blood money from some violent ballet-dancing nutjob fifty years ago!
Anyway what is the project - to put her words into actual user friendly format even the most moronic screen addict could just take in ...mergolate upon, and maybe even benefit just a tad, by taking in...but i aint stupid i know (and now the 'data' as they love to quote to make them look good rather than finding a way to MAKE their kids read books) fewer do infact maybe most can't any more...
so...what is the 'format' to translate her gorgeousnessiness..into something that makes the ordinary tosspot as i was thirty years ago even twenty...
somehow know, believe, one can indeed get out of the kind of Tolley trap or othersuch fancy-word entirely impracticable unreachable new peak of smarm.. as indeed the only way you get there IS in that black hole - wrong side of the 'event horizon' for at least a few years...
In the meantime as it sure will happen to even youtoo even if you leave it too late and the black hole gobbles you when getting an older-person serious illness diagnosis ... at which point you arent going to know how to 'surf' (god i MUST stop using that word picture, after 2 years seeing only children - often rather elderly ones with fancier wetsuits and fancier action-dsunglasses, bobbing cool-dude, on pieces plastic who wouldnt even know what a real photo was other than some silly 3000 quid adventure pic of some silly wave taken by drone) that event horizon, or indeed tread water whilst the wrong side of it
Which does mean getting your panned shit SO together..
Every morning planning every joule - driving only in daylight as that means there are a few more spare to charge the very old van battery...
To be here, oldphone kept under armpit until it warms up to 10ish...
Every single smallest 'hack' of the 'beast' every morning danced to absolute perfection, so that...one has time to, think. Sometimes...most just coming on autopilot
from years having to live on that event horizon...
And there's only ever one reason one had no choice..
Being you have to be organised, to be living Utterly
only in the 'moment'.
And.....
when you are so hard hearted to all heartless
cant and vanity never mind performative inanity
when the actual 'moment' arives
having superfast tested and radar monitored it in a manner that the Iron Dome would be jealous of, so brutally scientific accurate and 100% efficacious even if only a truly esteemed woman tricks you with defacto or maybe dejure, denying she even has a child...or just being cheekily tricky;
which is the only thing worth having on the radar screen even if i thought they didn't exist, being its as if the falling jagged murderous shrappnel is sent out as smoke screen, by default, to jam the radar when it may even be to mutual collaborative benefit..if
they would just pipe down with all the defences...
which a truly esteemed world-human
of course doesn't need even if i had forgeotten they existed..
"...arriving in your own body and arriving in the world with some degree of integrity...." [not my line, thats why it is perfect]
you are so ultra simplified and organised that within a second of curb crawling, you can pivot to exactly where you needed to be
And give it all of your 'attention'.
"what, not worried about any upstream dead sheep..?"
definite ralph schism exclusive Youtube not worthy, especially as 'twasnt Ludovico's ...but hers.
Free substack audio....
there i am innocently wandering back off the hills, just finishing a long waffle long attempted but never really figured how to say 'it'...
and i think i managed to say 'it'
and bugger me 'something [remarkable] came..up...' curbcrawling...
as if almost to prove...
Now, i reckon this is pretty good on faeries, why Alan Watts should just bugger off and have another drink. And How To...Live... better than Richard Maybe; spesh when it comes to abysses.
oops forgot to put in deliberate...
...ly arsey title the rest: And as for Fattie McGilchrist he complicates it so that rather than living fully in the moment all his victims are too busy figuring is it left or right side of the so called brain they should be channeling or whatever his 100 quid books con peeps he shows off telling y'all is the answer..
vpn needed from anywhere but this sceptic aisle drowning in Watts self pity, overegging it won the egg nog, made of nothing but fancy feyboy nihilism the Chelsea feygirls so loved.
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* so this deliberately business of Mister Thoreau... well yes ok and all i know is that nobody else has got to the right 'next' level.... and all i also know is the last person in the world in the last place in the world you'll find anyone who maybe could..
which is how a decent inclusive actually 'aware' person - me, attempts to take forward almost any new communicatrix into communicating when they confirm they wish to do just that ...
and then line two " i love to know what others buzzy ones are and then if i can maybe just gently add in things in a non mansplainy way ..just eco / body science from years of knowings or even if we must use local voodoo sales vernacular 'learnings'
nope no point ...
even that must be against some folklore I'm not 10,000 hr genius to have divined...or maybe i didn't use that word thats the problem!
My only real bonnet bee the last 6 mths is every slightest Source slither of the same old but more concentrated effluent triggers so many lovely abundant memories of past effluences prior to 23...when i schismed, due the effluent
And i would love to have been able to catture every smallest 'moment' as all part of what to do or at least Ragged Trouserdly attempt to collect about the past; but i run out of notepads batteries to use in torch and never mind the disaster laptop of course is bust after going back last day of warranty for a ferkin fix..
(even if the true artfulness in getting an address wait til i write a poetical essay about that true genius moment)
And then there are so rare moments of actual 'hope' that do indeed keep one winking at the faeries and pixies " if you make me laugh like she does, well... i may believe in youtoo.."
THE answer as there really only is one (who did i speak to a fgew days ago yes i remember the kraut explaining via story how they CAN still laugh at themselves....not here any more... " which is a fair enough subspecies of fascism-lite..
of course i heard the utter hate in the silent observer as i said so....(thats only ever self-hatred - funny word that, almost gramatically, implying that it is in the past...)
The one thing above all you cannot ever even hint at is as follows: "..ehh..i was a self obsessed twat even if i had read ALL of Pilger - so effete it turned me on and i still didnt DO owt like 'take part..'...and only 25ish years ago looking at, cuddling my own lovely bundle of ectoplasmic joy did i say gradually to myself ..'if you really do love her...well 'take part'... surfeit of democracy decent ecosystems plenty to do.... if you don't well do you really love her?.... and then i began to take part....and realised by about 20 years ago 99% of conversations with pretend urban guerrilla types warriors for truth and all that..... even those whom had truly suffered at the hands of the Stalinist Social Servs.... quite soon on in any new interaction a standard line would occur: ' well i have the essay / photos / screenshot / legal files.. except my laptops bust and i cant get at them at the moment ...[meaning never as they never learned how to fix anything and commercial fixing pricey].... thing is ... even like the Powys ex CAmden town decades ago hasbeen once boho woman i employed in my online bookselling buiness 26 years ago...professor of IT no less.... even she didnt have the habit of always without fail double backing up and she lost a month of book cataloging ..no backup....unbelieveable.. cost me loads.... never mind lots of lost hair.... so the thing is is that NONE of my generation developed sane sensible habits double backing up their online docs.... so of course they never taught the next generation to always do so no matter what....and thus every younger next generation its also default... British parenting, as a fine Serb once said... down the bog decades ago..... funny that every online 'activist' type as in the woman i knew well with every single label invented to hide her scatterbrain inability to just back up her digitals...of course it becomes ultimate exceuse for never following through the many many projects she stated she was to save the local community, by..."
And then you REALLY can't say: once you have or your DAD maybe thrashed you within an inch of your ... metaphorically of course via i aprove of gentle parenting except it needs to be rather repetetive with loads of fun STORY about reality
if i were writing a Mossycrow book rather than caring only about dresses i would address such problems theatrically ... there was a teenager who caught on his phone a cat levitating and having a chat with the faeries circling the ceiling... but just as s/he was about to get a billion youtube clicks uploading it.... the phone bust before plugging it in ...and it was lost.."
cos s/he didnt immediately back it up.
Because infact the usb ports werer rather worn from the amount of times someone understandably inserts a pendrive the wrong way up...
as their dad or even yummy mummy was always too busy heroicly applying for disability benefit money and extra taxis as the kid's in a phase...to teach her him that there is always sane solution such as marking your pendrives and anything else that may need to be plugged in in a hurry....
which is the RIGHT way up?..(and every one of hundreds of feeling if the plug goes in this or that way actually does slightly degrade the socket end such that sooner or later -sooner if HP, it becomes unusable...). before always double backing up offline every single file ever always.... simply no exceptions ever in NArnia or hell, oops the same thing...
as that may be the one that actually pays for the taxis you get...errata got...cos youve conned someone (except maybe 5 or 10% who congenitally REALLY are) your kid is innately wonky rather than having a phase of not being as attentively parented as ideal... even the cavemen and women managed..
or we wouldnt be here
especially now that taxi cash has ...RAN out
as none of my generation EVER got involved in simple ordinary sane politics....actually grassroots common as muck-sense
nope... no point swatting at that bonnety bee as literally nobody at all ever can ever think, metoo...
maybe i should...listen
to someone with experience of what ACTUALLY matters as first stage before taking on ANY cause ever...
As i certainly applied to myself
As of course i was far too good, too.... to bother with such simple first steps..
Until i learned by bad act of course - hair torn out...money lost!
Best thing about it THE one person who was paid to teach even my generation in adult evening 'learnings'...
and i have it in writing
The real end and start at the beginning
I need HER on side...
Funny thing is the Israelis are so so FAkebooky its daft which of course became the problem...
Why havent they surely a bit reality based, realised this yet ?
Re....boot.... the real work done, first... probably too late but we shall see
well ive put in at least 15,000 the last decade or more...
And the standard Britishbabe quip will be
"you can ever be genius of us"
But sorry i am old school as the rural lands will always be oldschool
And the faeries aren't going to fix the environment nor even ensure the local rural school stays out of special measures.. that takes, or took, hardnose people 'of good faith'. Actually staying on script - keeping to the simple obvious 'cause' especially if strategy and objective discussed properly.
But all.... lasterregion 75%, thisterone 99% became only about one's 'look'; one's projection of certain entirely artificial lifestyle markers. From the fancy wicker basket, to desperate need to fly off to some ashram and get 'life saving' 'healing'... 100% Narniac dystopia of ..mee... all deny of course.
And... (no interest in Dooneshire other than it's even more stark here - so thrilling to discover The Source... back only to lasterregion soon....)
I believe in something ... beyond or who knows what, inside the bottoms of the clowns laughing at us from some quantum parallel many worlds, universe, unknowable, ineffable... beyond the standard 'materialist scientific' model... but i havent the first idea what it is or what it is 'for' or what we are for... and i also know that ANYone ever who has claimed they do is a fraud 100% semi loon either a bit 'rapture' sick or attempting to make a living from 'it' rather than get a propper job, like being a cleaning man... or lady.
Anyway i adore the overwhelming pictural Wasteland and ever ever more insane nomenclature.. Almost all the SWest utterly lost to.
(As one superb occasional walking partner agrees)
Of course all of this is a comfort blanket - tjhat fails to comfort
And just as all 'Buddhist' 'meditative' 'practice' a great excuse for never ever doing anything grown up.....such as the dull unsexy not-trendy work of joining the council.... the only way i am aware of anything ever getting nudged a bit in the right direction. Unless they're Capital G Green..
But what lovely poetry ONCE!
"to navigate the vast inane"
Exactly, the merely inane... all below is, merely... but spreads as if it's some answer - maybe i am wrong but i know i am not as i know the real thoughts of those unable to join in with this buzzing around Lord of The Flies ...fraud.
That is extraordinarily prejudiced against anyone not coming metaphorical cap-in-hand exactly in accordance with their pretty fascist Temple talk and walk....
That all started here - rather well summarised indeed.
Not really about 'deep fakes' far more about 'theosophical FRAUD' and falsified faeries...rahh rahh
So interesting: "some [ magyc marketeers] were even prosecuted for FRAUD.."
******
So, all recent iconography of no interest to me until i manage to get back to the first seven years meandering and capturing the weird new unreal 'reality' that took over The Marches - once THE 'environment', but no longer as as the tarot / weegee / astrological shamanian nonsense took over (via ONLY such incomers) , and more importantly was adapted into 'spirituality' - as it's a larger market, then homeopathic wellness for dogs - no one speaks of only the wealthier being able to afford, the environment collapsed as the formerly 'people of good faith' who may have protected it and even gotten involved with the local school on the PTA .. rather spoent all thir time on their 'soul' or rather when mine feels a bit more plenished i shall make a business out of selling the formula - that never is as its merely sold in bottles of some supposed 'natural' remedy... that never was
All pof which takes up SO much time and money so of course they dont have time to go to the local planning meeting in say KIngton to block the next megga chicky factory
They then spend the next decade moaning about
now 'suing' Cargill for cash they never earned as they never attempted to STOP Cargill...
rather just shared a few virtuous online signals they...
i have no idea what
but i love seeing it all so starkly - indeed compulsorily
Their aesthetic
which of course is a time consuming arms race:
who performs in public the most plenishly
abundant
in 'love'
when i know not one ferker cares about anything beyond their own back garden fence
But back soon to another 'case study' as this one had major 'cultural capital' - meaning " i was a LECTURER in the fab new people universities .... on how the citizens grass roots organise"
Funny that.... a decade tending some local (lasterregion) grass roots - even with me scything with her side by side...
One never saw or heard of her actually DOing anything relating to the regional environment
except show off via ever more yummy so so grassroots complainant
controlly mumbo jumbo
Far easier than actually doing a speech at a hustings for example
Anyway soon
several sort of real books about SMILING always....coming up
Even if there is absolutelly no point, the one whom 2 years ago face to face you help out with local knowledge " that chap who is lingering...look bless him but he is a bit mad hes always here sort of hustling hes so lonely but i see him occasionally angry and going even more full swiveleye he is the only one in the whole of PAstyshire 100% cert if i were you woman in van parking here i would be wary.... ive been here 6 mths i have no fear ...except for him"
funny old world behind the ENDLESS sometimes thrice a day digital hustle
behind painted on smiles
well there is an art in being so only selfishly barefaced
not even a thanks or one word of manners
and still keeping a smile
oops that belongs elsewhere - soon
so all this 'love' I just wish Huxley were lovingly reincarnated as he would have a better parable or ten to write
all 'wild' - the ultimate PR word Dooneshire
funny ive only seen one whom is
my wonderful elderly co conspiritor
BUt as we return back to lasterregion the real hurt starts in that some were seen as potential real eco-ally
Time...loads! invested in them
Extreme sifting...
" you alone seem to have ehh some balance [2020] and care about us living on in the real world.."
And thats the story.... winter 2020/21 its quite clear that almost every single person with free time who had once worn a pair of wellies on a walk in the park attempted to jump on some 'spiritual' or ...
well they used to call it just 'lifecoaching' ....
grift
100% grift....
Except a grift that is far more serious in that...
IT not only doesn't work, it causes the exact opposite of what it purports.
As The Queen of it all - healing, spirituality, wellness and all of it said to my face 3 years ago me the only person there (due loyalty to her lad reasons ) helping her do the bankruptcy paperwork and attempting to stop the blatant harassment - even online attacking her 10 year old boy! by me dealing person to person all her ......creditors
" simon.... the 'spiritual' people..... my my i had no idea that as soon as they had lost a few hundred quid.. [ to her semicscam fraud 30 or 40 k of upfront payments for pitches in a healing/spirituality/ massage/vibes and world music, festival that never happened - never could in truth] they suddenly become such vicious bloodlusty Rottweilersmany have been my friends...my 'tribe'...for years. "
I had no idea - what a superb real film it would make especially as for my own protection every word recorded, how truly thick they ALL were...
"! listen...so i am taking your call on her [ill] behalf...as i have said i always will ...no hiding any more her your many year friend, head in sand .... i have published bank statements and photos of entirely bare cupboards, even an iminent application to court petitioning for bankruptcy and its porridge if you lie on that form... ... there cannot be ever a more open frank description of NOTHING left in the cupboard to pay back the few hundred quid you are owed... i have clarified IN WRITING is recognised as owing to you.... theres no house, only a 300 quid broken banger in the drive... nothing for any court to grab and pay you with ... i actually care about your time youre now on your dozenth call and ... dont seem to be able to LISTEN to qa full and frank description of reality.... you are wasting your time and also stressing YOURself..out.... as stated in writing and you can verify...not going anywhere lad in local school ... attempting to return to earning via yoga.... if possible in 6 mths year may just be able to start some minor repayments... literally cant say anything more...[for the dozenth time]... you are meant to be spiritual and mindful well...'pray' for your old friends gradual return back to strength and balance ..."
nope doersnt work either
i have never encountered such Narniac vitriol dressed up in tie dye censoriousness...
They are all 100% an illusion.... i dont jump to conclusions i live 'within' scenarios quite sincerely - duel purpose - see if we can fix it, if not the story is universally interesting - in a Huxleyan way...
or of course George.
All i need is a desk for a year.... which like as eckersnot will never happen..
shame that so much useful material....
All about last region.
Funny thing is about this one - a sort of 'equation' of Narniitis - when one (not me them) are surrounded by it for a decade or more so so deep Narniac Monsterosity then a few...just a few...seem to come out the other end, spitting!
Not at me, at them....
I know..i found them...just a few
But will one ever take the next step?
There's even cash in it - a worthy career and valid avoidance of cleanin the bogs
Right back only on the chronicle, now..
some of which will appear here..in a fun way it all makes me smile
ohh yes that title - 10,000 hrs - i am not stupid, i knew only sane female energy - DOIng stuff, for real, can work in rural environmental areas... ive spent about 15000 hrs suucking up to, bolstering, so so intelligently nudging empowering complimenting...
only to find alliance fellowship.
I thought i was bulletproof genius, of reading the signs (or as they say here 'reading the room' to seem all zeitgeisty hip happening) certainly by 10,000 wasted hours
And still .. the occasional one slips through under my never trust one of em radar...
...
ohh well but each time the 'art' in it or even jokes do get better so .... it's still inadvertant mutual benefit - errata as bullshitting always harms one more in the longrun... the shitter
often happens but then a decade of So many excruciating time wasters ... i self-forgive, plenishly
this 'post' written and published 27 28 feb .. wasn't visible due it being set up as a 'page' and sometimes i make them as private stand alone..invitations to special ones..
one day they will all be decloaked to infotain my masses here ...
but this shouldnt have been a page should have been a post
i only noticed as ..theres a controversial page set up i was going back to tend....i know ONE, indeed two, fabulous (like me pure progressive before the impure ones hijacked that word) " no-more-of-this-bullshit", women, agree with every word
of her woodman hulk JOBBERman.. (she saw my hurtle-'dance'
down her plank and said "what skill!" )
Thing is.... now if anyone were to think about one's 'reputation' or even identity. There is one woman in the whole of Dooneshire County....
That nobody can, or would dare, argue with!
How on earth...!! what evil faerie magyc is this!... when her, technically my lifelong 'enemy', as i am always on the side of the little man, or fox... is my main regional champion! What bizarre twists and turns life took..
Even if all i care about is 05.30 to about 08...
that thing... which is far more pronounced in wintering,
when there really is NOTHING
especially coldish morns of truly no hope
Life is no joke
And the groovy philosophy comes as if..compensation,
..... well not only to PROVE the theory, neigh FACT
...at last
yesteraft
but i have real shamanic second sight and know what the future answer is to the only question:
" so....ehh...so....such an old one..... sixty four hey... and so fabulously skinny.... so ehhh.... do you have anything WRONG with you...?.."
twas her look, of : 'what are you talking about..'
" ... well..... every single other one i've encountered here defines themselves usually in sentence three as having some... health or other mental deficiency....funny that, in the wealthiest place around... "
Never mind a sense of humour at LAST!
Twice...
But the first proving my 'theory' - not telling!
The second my friend... " your dangerous....you remembered! you have a memory even at your old and stooped age..! i find it astonishing the mass narcissism theseereabouts most cant even recall what one chatted about a few days afore... too busy listening to only the sound of their own voices i guess...not you......so sha;ll we go to the ceiligh...? ... or maybe not unless i have protection... ohh you know of the over-controlled sad little one.... "
" ohh...you KNOW him!! wow.... his real photo book of the region i saw and almost weeped its like rather than tell some theme park version all ... errata ALL the younger ones are addicted to.... he captures the QUESTIONS in his photographs ... you know that there is more behind the camera or some scrap with the farm next door in the eyes of his subjects... .. REAL country life.... god how funny as soon as i mention a problematic illusionista of a promissory note really caused me serious winter hunger, due the games the lonely old rich ones are addicted to rather than simple trad 'man managemen'........you guessed immediately who or is it whom....?"
.." and the nagging.... god.... i mean youre a lonely sheepherd or woodsman up in them ills and you want real conversation politics or something real to pass the day around and all they can do is nag about things they saw just the day before, are always dealt with such as tools always not only stowed away but like Ralph taught me as a child OILED before you put the sawblade back in its sheath.... nope.. theres no hope i just pity them...but not you.... you know Jesus even if non existent invented constructive critique, its ferkin civilisation..... you are THE answer to it all.... and as for the 'Green' i was chatting with yesteraft...my god she got the best personal compliment ever about her new stiff brush...... but as soon as one mentioned reality ' the rivers and streams here are fuckerooed baby...' she actually started screaming in a public place about how dare you with your negativity ... if i had a babe sat next to me she would never have dared even disagreeing... same as at the JOBS:... if they know you are in a secure couple they treat you with respect.... if they think you are a solo bloke [ONE fab exception] they chip away at you, and so so gameplay... funny old world....not quite the one Kings College, BBC and all the rest project.... ahh yes but we realised we both knew exactly whats gone awry the first time we met...i remember every single word.. when they are so so such a relief! .... "
NOW!
I have three in tghe bag. The proofs of the pudding
NOw i can write what i know is THE only possible 'answer' - solution, to the flurries of slurry....
Not into their rivers, thats temporary
Even if they are megga majority
There is only one kind of 'fascism' ..
call it 'lite' as i do...
same old cant vanity conceit
Not one would ever stop to think:
"an extraordinary combo.... bridging across forever
meetin' Mid pond....
when i watched it my my it hurt me inside
as it said " careful...or this will ALWAYS be youtoo
youtoo
youtoo
all of us, even proven self appointed goodies
have this in us, every single word
never mind act, especially unseen unherd
must be treble checked: am i not just as bad
in nett effect or unintended consequence
as the last baddie i so piously and ....
whats the word, censorious you know
my memory superb
a few days ago i got the wrong word
not Camus as rit,
Kafka.. not lit
they teach FULLY in our universities
quite deliberate
as Kafka said, youtoo,, always"
Fascism is when one projects education, and some or other goody goody ideology
and yet suggested:
" all humans almost always end up just like Donald
in Land of The Blind
so history has always said
not my opinions, nor unique thoughts from my head
i merely do listen, and do what I'm told
by sages, afore me... no matter how old
with just a little contemporary spice...
fleshy as thats modern, UV and IR nice"
So, me and the ONE and only MOUNTAINbabe...
we linger
If there are actual selfies faeries or fuckwit gnomes with an Ai chip that lights up their dumb eyes
like them 'ashram smiles'
(the REAl ones all three of them, all love it "copyright me one day my tracts will be.... Nunanised likely long after im rotting on the compost heap!"
they will be looking down up on us.. the way she smiles a real one
and lingers in the lanes as we riff...
("fuck me bit of an a age differentiation but anyone would think them two are in love.. recon she probably knows there's two fekin effs in affinity, too...and how they sit aside each other the back of the second one takes the stabby little horizontal part of the first one....as if its only friend ")
" i wrote to some arts org the other day..... you're not even allowed of course to suggest if Nan Goldin had done some REAL perfart a year or so earlier about how i wont blame Sackler for myself becoming a junkie as only I can stop being a junkie... well a quite good siger with some soul wouldnt have junked herself off out of this life..as only she did it nobody else ...but of course they can't take that even as an opinion to communicate around...nope.... ghosted forever "
" problem is yes they are 100% responsible for all hate crime - just self hate as finding new solutions, by thinking for onesself as we do... are the opposite indeed almost love.... but just now and again ..
i mean our yoof or in my case young mannery
it all went a bit hairspray wonky
problem with her Sarajevo....
no one wrote a great song about it...
and sadly the fact of life thats not allowed in Gweek or
especially Source places...
THE great spirits souls and intellects
silverliningistas...
fuck me listening to that Roula the other day....
made all the other 99 days of plattitude crap attitude
just ... not exist."
Next time will be:
" poor things.. Dwayne's Prs clearly should be sacked... or shot
(OOPS CANT SAY THAT STATED 'PACIFIST' OR NOT - for 'shot' insert locked in a cage with Mister Change-his-mind for ever)
nobody told him, every single every other one except the real woman from Beirut
for months indeed several years...
every single one now, by default,
claims that their child or someone else close
has ADHD or some other neuro whatnot
Funny that when even the Labour Sisterhood Grandees
have basically just said all that extra schoolrun taxi cash
brought us to our knees
And its going to STOP
No more.. gone...no point even going to the disabilities shop
pick 'n mix...
see what extras we can find for you livin in the stix
(first seen in leominster about two thousand and six
or maybe ten) "
Alas in the ultimate desktop cleanin phase
one operation only the next few days
she will have to go
ahahhh but there are two last sort of essays
First upon how the smart arse newclass have to come up with all sorts of irrelevant fancy words about at least half of country lads in all day with their curtains drawn
and
I used to almost always love Mister T
no more, sorry
The 97% of us chaps well even if about 80% who are dads
care that our daughters of course only ever meet that half of blokes
inside all day strokes upon strokes
until its red raw
and even if they think they MAY have found one who isnt lost to that tragic sickness
never again will they be able to know he aint...
but that's not the real issue
funny old REAL 'sociology' in action
Only three chaps i do declare, observe
put half a talk on The Tube
and against the decades long understood ethos,
the rest is pay-as-you-go
Sam
Thinks he's handsome
Freddie's op - only there as he knows he is handsome
as do his Freddettes
And Hilary who despite being really quite old-old wears stage makeup
and dyes his hair
pretending he's just as handsome and young as Freddie or even Sam....
Sociologically, male bimboism is even meaner than the other lot
Right the END of not even bad poetry merely just a slightly more flowey way of writing the same ole that ..
(god she lit up... " five years afore...
Utopia by Thomas More
god he figured it even then....
'JC youve been hiding for ever over there...
not puttin' YOUR all in...
well its your bloody turn!
no hope this time...'
was the leader we wanted,
the one whom didnt want it
.... as the membership did in fact 'data-point' ..vomit.... prove ... with their cash "
THE END...until she joins in... errata all three....
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