part one of lasterpost was missing a line...
that worked. The moment i pushed 'publish' to the second...
and thus won't make complete sense, just for now...
but so many past-times, holy cow...
it does.
Unless one is dealing with ultra Tots....
No hope there, so Muzz richman be-bunned,
there's another strategy...
far far far more a 'better thing',
but can result in actions, possibly.
Unless you really do go ALL the way....and they can read, not a given today.
In the winterings...
when they're all hiding in their seaside yurts feeling all in need of replenishings
Which is great for a few weeks when the nights draw in - resetting to wonderful nine hours a night.
Which is there to energisings... enable or even 'empower' y'all to actually wake up and DO summit... best time of year, to do stuff, October the beginning of the great wintering, summer sadly gone, all fille dup with loads of photons...
so use them, i reckon they persist inside for a few weeks maybe even a month or so...
voomvoom vomit it all up - a summer of 'beautiful people' and cant an' vanity, and off you go...
Anyway entirely incomplete as a 'thing' what to do when there is simple impropriety..
Especially ref work promised or stuff like that in rural hinterlands
are the difference between actually having to wintering
below a coupla cheap duvets and Athenea's nag rug...as there's nothing
in the oven, due their coven, of nobodies nowhere, either..
even if every other word one would assume the opposite.
So the technique, is if a really obvious slight such as clearcut modern day slavery, which is what not paying your work-a-day man
for work he has freelance daily jobber, done
well you wait.... the occasional reminder and when one realises no point they've made it a thing in their empty, indeed extinct, lives;
nothing else to do when the grape or drugs don't work
as to ego trip over someone who's done a simple man's day work
You know no way will they ever pay (when they can of course it all being artificial and never worth even a wheelclamp, on whats still theirs)
bide your time for the day where you are ready to wing out something
well the exact opposite of what they just know has come in and pinged:
" hey.... [ if feeling really 'umble and it's possible say something like 'you know what you are right.... and i was wrong.... that fence i built in the right place you said was afterwards in the wrong..place, i should have read your fucked up mind in the first place and knew..[having for example seen the boxes of empty vodka bots obviously left for years below the joists] you would change your wonky mind when it was too late...." This is the you are right and i am wrong phase. part 1.
But part 2 even if part 1 is almost like a champagne starter or whatever the beautiful people drink as aper-a-teeth...(or will they even realise whats gone and bit into their wobbly arse? - last week i managed to get 'rabies' into just such a communique, reference arses...) is where the 'narrative' really matters.
A story is required. In this irreverent little side alley of a case: I was feeling a little lacking as the lovely lad maybe 12 and his so unbeautiful so humble mum i would see regularly .... having a few months back chatted with him on millionaire st, about his fantastic wildlife photography... hobby habit.... as his mum saw and was most in awe... ( i didn't know them! i just know who is for 'real' and i had observed over some time how she gives so beautifully of her time: 100% into him. And he obviously hasn't even any official label).
So having been slightly aloof for a few months of walking by their street often my launchpad to get the ferk away to safety on high
" so whats the lastest info on bird numbers..."
" we're into butterflies and moths now.."
" WOW.... just a few days ago and then yesterday in two different locations i saw this butterfly someone reliable said is almost unseen in this extinction event of a bonkers nation.... it looks just like:
[Reprised off the web of deceit and insanity]"thing is i saw it again a few days later ... up the road..maybe the same one..... anyway as i say after a load of not very professional waffle regarding PR opportunities yes it was seen in those trees....and in the interim a real pro one of those bug nerds half the incomers seem to have become
does say it's a hens teeth event..."
" wow thanks....[super super smiley mum] well you know what he'll now be doin' the rest of the holls ....and thank you again, he'll be most content.."
(i needed to redeem myself even if i didnt KNOW i did - thats also another part of the technique!)
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oops this one got left on 'drafts' so a post or twoback wont play
not my fault... when you realise how many buttons to press just to get here your crappy content for a worthless audience who aren't even worthy of what's priceless....you would be amazed
BUT THE TECHNIQUE - i get endless superb upper body exercise, upper torso dancing to get the right cable, right backup drive, right notepad - sometimes at least 5 minutes of exacting physicality just to get to work every day with coffee...
for which i am most grateful as was she lastersummer when she realised what a plateful
of maley-able dexterous talent in the upper body she had chanced upon
that was only there due several years of Paperchaseist ocd ferocity: line up mouse, best mousepad notebook, ALL the required wires, all the next hours coffee, any pendrives may be needed, no need to move body for at least half an hour when the switch turned on, as LAST thing on the checklist as every second on wastes my time charging the fucker just for you...
and every smallest rare necessity left off the Paperchaseist set up means wasted on-time... and it is a remarkably physical very very hot speeded up yoga frenetic 'moment' every time i turn this little underclass machine on..
all for you... there you go,
(that's a point the VERY best 'technique' communique phase was last xmas... i think that should be put up here as utter masterclass... and in fact i did mean it... i am indeed only glad that mad old thing was so so bad.... despite being a 'let your yea mean yea' ist... a fake of course, par for the regional course...)
MANY MORE OVER A DECADE
to stick in here, i promise, this decade
But much much more poignant and barbed real live lived philosophy
to be taken with a LOT of very black coffee
or you're in the wrong destination, bugger off to
Totnes on really really toxic..sea
just down from their river
bet you this winter not one will do owt....
other than hide from it all with Winterings, and only polluting resource-wasteful jostix out
Grasshopper training
" could you precis it for me if you have the time...."
ferk em all.... I was always fool, i just need about 1% of Volter's notoriety
nicely.
even if in that one parable alone, it shows Tolle and co., just a controlly liittle tribe of twats
more natural "being' in a herd of catty cats
being... yes you...
A really revolting picture chosen deliberately as having perhaps a secondary meaning, 'stamp' your rainbows on everything.
Any sane parent never mind animal husbandress - nags a great example in fact, knows that if a child or nag is stamping at or on anything they really are OVER controlled, over controls, neigh good for nuthin much but the knackers...
Ferrits on the other hand are the one sane domesticated animal extant, in that they aren't. They are entirely above all silly human nonsense and footstampiness, they perform exactly who they are only ever: interested and a bit of play-nipping for about ten minutes, then back to sleep... in other words they see, or second-sight their way through, and aside, all human neurotic neediness...to control dominate or pet..(the worst of all true evils is to turn a true "warrior" into your pet...what the English have always done... basically see the magnificent whatisface ehh Elephant Man... and many earlier examples of importing the 'exotic'...and i know that's how they see hertoo.. )
uggh i had a real reason to turn this back on other than to do one of those stupid 74 ways to see if your partner is a narcissist thing that started in Yankland about the same time as they discovered Paperchase..
And only gets worse.
(talk about self *arm [ i don't want that load of losers polluting my fine stats i only very rarely look at, of real losers who may have followed something within here, but never pay up when they could...the armless having valid excuse not to be able to get their wallet out their back pocket...ohh yes if i deploy " i have a many a thousand every week that nose in to my very simple attempt to teel it like it is rather than the atrocious writing/thinking of almost every other communicator i know ive looked only to seek a few good voices for lassie they arent there......" which i almost never do, that means i would wish to share something with them FOR them - not me i thrive and am enhanced by being utterly irelevent, whatever is the level below idiot savant....but they can never think in even 1.001 dimensions i guess..].... for me to have searched for that last 'name' who went to HAy in fact bought a bit of it just so one day he could sponsor a local stage with him onnit...never mind several years of freeloading - at the small local shows and fetes i would take lassie his self immolating version of music would ...in fact i am sure did cause more mental unwellness than even their pills that were pissed into the river.... and now having stuck his name in that means he will rise to the surface on my FEED!
in other words the self sacrafice i make daily to bring the real version of 20+ years of 100% perfevesion of reality
all that interests me, is ultimate, and i like it nobody would even think 0.00001 dimensionaly of just how much harm that is for me..
but then i was right in our first flurry
" sweety... i really am bulletproof..." they of course will always turn back on the likes of me: Not them.
" that sounds a bit narcissistic then.."
If only i could have cured her of just that one bit of an infection, of them...from there (The Source)
but as discovered the true GREAT BEAUTY rather than the ok version with a great soundtrack is knowing how when at last (Totnes so mortally wounded the very very latent 'green' movement founded in HAy-on-Wye 2007ish i must check my emails i have perfect archive and anti fraudulent lawsuit library...and one of them too you can't even give away for free...
by Esti and daddy
and the only other three committed greens
("phoebe ...if your Transition Town three... and our Friends of The Earth maybe four... combined merged just a bit....share a comms person perraps... even email, never mind meeting place...well then the only eight at VERY best eco aware in the whole region, i have tramped forever ..and noticed.....may not feel like theyre the only ones if they come to meets never mind make the MOST OUT OF ALL OUR PRECIOUS TIME....."
" i shall call him in TT central - Toty that is...and see if he approves... of our working together..")
I do not have to finish the above bracketed bit - long ago riffed upon herein or maybe the other slightly more formal one...
As it's obvious, and a SPLENDID definition of mass Messianic disorder, never mind their 'n' word, too.
And WHY - the one and only reason WHY.. the environment is buggered and will always stay so...
twenty years of mass expansion, or entities, preaching mass extinction (other than in their back garden where their deodorant and hairdyes may spill, too - my new encounter hill woman sunday aft SHE said it to my face before i had a chance - a TRUE new romance!!!! but i added in " well those Extinction Rebells of course one could never say even quietly...so your brand - really rather hairdyed and made up...you are so clever to have found some new magycal sort 100" chemical free.." she laughed WITH me.... in fact she has been promoted to MOUNTAIN BABE class one...rating... i dont even mind if the maybe work doesn't come...to have met at last ONE pure equal.... is paradise on their very 'mean earth' i said lookin' at her soil...she did not auto-recoil....with 'how dare you say that about my so toiled for indigenous soil...') anyway yes i think there must be nowadays as many seperate lovely litt;le plenished eco 'activist' entities,
as the amount of annual dead Bees
cos they never ever ever can do what they say is on their ever changing can...
or anything other than covet the shinier poster of the one next door.
oops there was a reason i turned this last 5% of battery on to waste.... ahhhahh yes
now there have been periods of earlier true ultra (i still hate her word, but there really isnt any replacement god ive spent
at least a half a mil words seeing if anything else can live equally under that rotting tent) zen...
But talk about the last few weeks never mind ultra photonic...
which really is the answer...
every smallest one harvested by dint of super methodical ultra being so organised so as to not waste one second which is also necessary due a few cases the last few weeks of the truly ULTRA king and Queen of Illusionistas, false flagging jobs...
one spend a fair bit of time sussing out and planning FOR them...
only to be, inhumanised.. or worse by her i said she had such lovely bright eyes..
ghostly nonsense they all do its so dull...
etc
ehh yes.. talk about even more skin of the teeth - of course they can't even think in 0.0000000 actually infinity, other dimensions " if i book him then he will cease hustlin' other potential bookings for finer sunshine-immune jobs.... " which of course has been the obvious human barter in all post-agricultural existence - organising ones days around the master's needs and ones own to make sure there are a few day jobs if only ever by the day...
master then, or even i bet Mistress a fair bit too - 10,000 years back would have known that: if i book the slave then unbook without much notice... slave has lost other hustlin's ...
so he may eat
nope thats far too hard for the infantile of this vile and lost forever aisle..
to be cont
Now what is astonishing is always the what NOT
what one hardly ever sees, as DSM worthy observerant, never mind having a touch of epicitis in a never ending flâneur fun time
i must stop, (epicing - its just faster to unthink and write at the same time in awful verse) I'm not copyin' unoriginal Voltaire
no leccy power to copy anyone ever, mere wafting in funtime chronicles - my goldmine,
i don't need (the data, really) as it all stays in mind
SO.. as they invaded of course they preach 'dance' which is the most artless form of anything ever, just practice
And i like being Bojangles many a morn, no malice
as someone has to merely relate what no artist ever bothers to even paint
Or you get, errata already are, just like China, never mind import their teachers into secondary school, who dont even know the word Wigan..
I bet that Lisa one from the other wigan is minister of it or something similar
About seven million people sent to concentration camp
to be Big Brothered into a damp
squid, of their former selves, or else!
and a so called educated educator doesn't even know that - that her same passported, people exists.
Is dystopia ... but that's a cliched easy target, what i love is the exact same dystopias locally born 'n bred..
such as Primrose Al's overpriced bread
or far far more damaging ...
the language used to cause princessitis, which is a REAL thing
and sex equality does indeed demand himtoo..
a range of them were tolerated, too, from about the same time..
in fact form a line! gee whizz
BACK TO THE THREE TREES soon.... as thats when it was all a-buzz
two men back to back, full of anger and fizziness
buzzin madly to impress..
when a simple man knows that you dont need and stupid safety 'gear'
i chainsaw in plimsoles year after year...
and half naked if the sun is here
BUT.....you notice every smallest twig and branch
(for several metres around ones headphoned presence
only reason, have some ok music on to deaden
the boredom of one must always buzz alone)
that may twang and thus tickle one off balance
which would just possibly cause a foot to be buzzed off
no ironcapped bootee
or fancy pants could ever save one from the infirmary...
the firmly placed perfect dance each footfall second sighted five minutes in advance
how you save yourself a bloody end to that particular dance
but no... two princesses invade
(photographed way back even then)
tree grab (fallen bigjob the peasants allowed to forrage) yes a bit of haste to get ones portion
but to see two grown men - both middle aged, both not exactly drug free
at performative jousting via mine can cut through your branch quicker than you can, so don't you be
where i'm now buzzin, but never liaised or communicated
was the day that mass formation princessitis was logged
in my fine chronicle of why, your whole society did die
and that was merely twelve years ago
what came next was better than shitfilm FArgo
ahh yes in uktra speedy making it up unplanned on the hoof i doth forget
So THE SCIENCE crystal clear no nuance no need for any footnotes was 100% clear as day a decade back..
" LET YOUR NIPPERS EAT DIRT at least the first few years of their time on your American influenced OCD dirt neurosis no nitty gritty dirt allowed...
as that is best for their LIFE LONG immunity...full bodily.... and let them smear a bit of ferret crap on their face as face paint too....
its just another animals not too smelly natural poo"
But what one does NOT see ...in the whole pestilent aisle where they by default have stressed over the latest yummy mummy instruction manual
and every single one brags of 'modern' parenting of some or other newage flavour...
i see...NO ... mucky little pups....
funny that..... just how in this dimension
and this real life, that actual scientifically proven life saver was beyond their comprehension
in a sterile little line all across your neurotically ocd wiped brekky table, of nothing ever nourishing..
except me.
so pay the fuck up as his Food For Free
certainly didnt cure his insanity
nor Nature Cure...ANYTHING ever, i know i have lived innit far more than all of youse put together
And there's only one, day after day....
(i put it in a private audio yesters... so so private! but i just know deep down you can have thattoo...all for free...as that's the only ever cure there is, be all of me....whoever you are, certainly freeloadin' bacteria on the latest superfood, or her - embezzlaress number 3, kefir. not that that does any good
either)
in other words they'll all think they..matter....no they don't even if one image one chap i must not forget .... him summing up every silly thing of them.... furthermore my sequence and every word of promise i recall....
Anyway back to stuff - please note the above in brackets that has meaning - not one bit of interest to me
now in the sales pitch they are called 'rainbow stamper pens'
in person to anyone...
to even one of you..
meanies
to be cont
a whole sequence of a dozen short audio files including interview with the chinese woman
i love my interviews...so do they - they usually tell me just that. Her little tribe were jaws open in enjoyment
Number one of thousands...
but....
talk about actually dying on the job... live audio action
hours of the latest uncopyrighted but original philosophy
(apparently Voltaire even if hero didn't actually have any 'original' thought, good for me)
files 05 thru 17
a few private for now but one day soon (as they are technique - private technically but i am Mr transparency....so should she be..its the way you fix...yourself... unequivocally... )
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IRGiqZBuLTN3K2KPIGBDGpHYQWzhdujG?usp=sharing
now during my long usual 15 km or so twice or thrice a week..
NOT READY TIL 2030
meaning usually the improprietoresses pick on those alone and with perhaps time on their hands apparently in 'distress' - not me ever, distressed that is, but they do pick on you... but.... you must fully quietly ALONE mergolating BE the joyfull blissy stuff that results from indeed their impropriety...
see last item off simonclayton2020
That is a far more longterm cause and effect =
not quite what they may expect
The 'technique' - one day i shall dedicate a page to writing up nicely and in wanky Winterings type language, is no matter what impropriety or downright insanity, or tragic fuckupery, others dish your way..in my life only very occasionally, what you do is, no! not twist it back upon them as ligature to their neck..if they have one above their heart - a fact i still do not know about especially Southern Lowland types...
but in fact congratulate them....for the true advantage that you got out of their failures - usually just to be sane grown up human...
As there always wil be one....
today Another Dullish Day in The Life of Ivan a perfect case in point
now a smattering of rather a lot of recent creative waffling thus far to only myself...
NOT QUITE FINISHED YET..
It then rolls over to the next day
But there is a whole other page the fun bit...on today
The real deeper other dimension to the technique
... now even if big chunks missed out, for now, in a playfully, ever so slightly sardonic, gently so, quite quite 'deliberate' mode or modalities....cos i have quite few ineffectual dimensions
meander around and around hey ho.... i got to the end...ssss....
Not that there was every any point... which is getting 'it' back all the way, soon to explain in a maybe more transparent way.
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/08/why-transparency.html
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/08/the-opposite-of-emotional-cripplegate.html
NB my own MAIN interest for many years is often riffed upon but with the butterfly unbrained these days likely context forgot: THE 'environment' - which is not Swestershire or any of the Southern counties, is FAR healthier on average when there are smaller farms or landholdings. really weird dodgy modern day sexual politics (mutual benefit and economic collaboration by those, who also for economic necessity generally share the same bedroom) has decimated the functionality of the smaller landholding for twenty or thirty years.. i've seeen the Wasteland resulting so many times; so many fall into acid hissy fits that the whole REAL rural lands no longer functions well which may be as prosaic a matter as getting a reference from your last landlady/lord in regions - the environment, where often people know of one another over many years and anonymity of the Lowlands does not exist - that's how it all WORKS - maintaining propriety. And i know that's gone and been right buggered up.... and the Swesternites trade on some false version of 'femininity'....and as a result of this weird dysfunction one saw the London 'financial' operations moving in and buying up the very friengelands of places like Herrock hill - owned generations by a 300 acre family operation, now only solo manfarmer chappie, and those city spiv Fiscalites knowing that life is uneconomic if poor Adrian - quite a sexy hulk, can't any more get a wife.. they move in and make an offer... he can't refuse
and nett result many more monocultures
and CHEMICALS...cos thats what big farms DO: best bang for shareholder's buck...which means only one word: intensive)
(They are so predictable: off for their long lunches from 1pm...peace!!)
But missed out which proves despite THEM my mind is a superpower - their fave word, for merely persisting, them...
yes Meghan Daum a rare useful 'gateway' late 2020 into the supposed 'hetrodox'' new smarties pantses and skirts...
And a few fairly sane discussions encountered via her attempts never mind her cocreator S Haider..
the only interesting person on the interweb of nonsense..
But alike David Starkey with his WAY 'over the line' moody huff comments about the darker people... never mind Rod Liddle recently clog popped, ANYone with a public platform they pay for being optimised and hashtagged, unlike mine i pay you in my time, and of late (yesters), serious real medical affliction... there is a SIMPLE 'line' that if you don't know by about age 20 you should bugger off until you have learned it means " never"
in her case...as i was saying in the below waffle an hour ago...." BAnkman Freid..may well be a tad chubby...may well have been one of hundreds of thousands spivvy salesmen AND women bigging up 'ethical' giving or whatever is their latest cone.... HOWEVER when he was arrested she stated in public ' and he's just so so creepily ugly too...' which is way over the line in respect of something that is known as immutable.... you can't change it its the hand you were dealt in the great combo game of mums and dads big and little eggy things....
FREE SUBSTACK AUDIO
now... my my you've got to be in a simply superbly bulletproof mood never mind kairos comes when IT is ready to come...
to get blurting out on THE biggie
click to listen
https://ralphschism.substack.com/p/feminism-the-bible-and-landlandyism
REFERENCES other than my years of actual thinking...all MY OWN WORK fuck off AI
and that was missed out too, i was going to weave in: so if as i argue so so so much is pervy rote thinking, poor AI hasn't a chance at knowing what to DO..next.... or who on earth we - it's slave soon to be, really are... as if you ask me a HELL of a lot is one great big spin operation.
(foreigners need VPN due parochial mean creep BBC blocking you all nowadays not even PBS does that...)
superb fabulous program so so life changing!
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0030cff
The Deadliest Book in England
If you listen to Sign o' the Times, watch Taskmaster or pay your landlady, you are unwittingly partaking in the amazing linguistic creativity of one man. That man is William Tyndale, and You'll be surprised how much of your daily conversations, the music you listen to and the TV shows you watch can be traced back to this remarkable translator.
OOPS NOTE TO SELF RECORD IT AND STEAL IT AS theyre still up to their ridiculous meany trick of time limiting it too
three thousand as i jot
if so all i know is wham bam thank you mam
exactly five hundred years aback....
who'd have thought....
In their interminable latterday moan
Even then there may well have been a woman pocketin' her rent
neigh stealing.... your home.
of https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/08/my-guss-dotcom-is-now-protected-finish.html
but i shall get there with the rest one day
After a day like yesterday, it's now all one way...
to the whorespittle or who knows where.... but i know whom really is heaven on this earth.
To be cont
Infact all sorted out almost ...soon.
And give me a good girly tune, I'd never heard of before
even oif Sandy got there first with her " your fickle friends "
line, summed up a whole dull lifetime that as sure as ferrits are ferrits
(I TOLD HER THE STORY YESTERS.... " and three years he had ignored us rudely, bleedin Northern moleskin cap and perfrormative sideboards, prejudice
[even if i missed out the best line about mainlining pork pies]
bleedin ignorin my lass as if she was made of only Southern slippery ice
as we drove up it really was THE END TIMES, as if me with my unregulation hair crawling with head lice
'dad... i just looked it up god it's Richard, that one judge who never even meets us eyes to eyes...
walks away in a huff, soon as he sees our offerin' .... no rosette for me today...
uhhhuhhh dad why did we even get out of BED!
won't even get underclass good try well done pet ...come back into the big peeps ring when you're adult and we shall see...'
" and i tell you...afterwards, with best in show AND best nipper class, that's 'THE double' in ferrit world, no more no less,
Chatsworth House, thousands of wobbly ferret types all a fluster
at the great annual fuzzie muster
who will be crowned above them all?
it may say all comers but you have to battle for some years at least to be accepted as equal, quality, especially if you're south of their Humber
really just a number
"but afterwards i mustered all our courage
and wandered up to our crowning judge
never before even an ehh up lass...
' so ehh....richard... how come... prey tell.... top of the fuzzy pops, not mere top of class...?'
'lass.... simple.... i only ever seen one other ferrit like that in mee 'ole moleskin and cloth cap clad, real man of the ferrit, whole damn..life
" the day i hope she learned, doesnt matter what the peeps are like
" their manner..... a good country man will judge you only on, whether you when all's said or in case never said, and what's done....
" she was judged to have born 'n bred the very best 'un..."
Anyway that's a private Utter joyfulness impossible to have imagined.
But loyalty means no matter what, i know what the journey was...
all that wanderin' round the Roseland.
And i keep on keepin' on and have rather a lot of late
with which with, no matter what, just maybe educate.
and a whole damn day best ever of them all. In the can even if nearly death by one.
Which may cause a nation addicted to psychodrama and hysteria
to come back later and listen in, to a real journey, into cliff edge criteria.
Or is it criterion?
Bloody impossible language never mind when one has the whole newspeak as case study in one...
poor thing i really wished to have augured into something good for her
But then there's language, and doing.....and one for certain "never"
" righty ho doll.... even if i don't know if there is a sweet one underneath the hardest external version its possible to headbang into...
"me... only time for years, about seventeen to be precise, i've sat and listened to some music live well it wasn't any live gig i was just in a field in the ACTUAL middle of nowhere very hinterland unlike these ridiculous Londoners come up to say HAy-on-Wye which became a suburb of Surrey and just as well connected and luxurious Bollinger sponsored marquee, tented...
" and you'll hear them saying silly things like 'there we were in a field in the middle of nowhere' when all they are there for is to get their ugly mugs on national, not regional tv...
" anyway there we were merely ,meandering the wilderness on old bikes me and then equal sidekick and we pop into a sort of field that seemed to have a very small gathering pure nosey curiosity .. and this was the moment back then that the music died to use an aphorism... or is it cliche...
" a 'public' gathering in fact promulgated in the once great Time Out of The Marches Broad sheep.. a dozen huddled around a campfire in a field way way off the beaten track... and you would start to get this ' well who are you then and how come you're here..' ...as if their public listing had said 'only clique members welcome here' ...
" anyway only music i like is girly stuff Queen Joan.... takes me back home... and there we were at their campfire having undergone snotty third degree
" and from just behind me....
"exactly.... the live version only difference the cracklin of that midsummer night fire
" ' you'll never hear a Joan - either one of em, the first, or the sadder one Joni,
singing a metre behind us... a perfect lifetime music moment, and for free...
listen...and learn.... here's who we've been searchin' for your exact and perfect translator of real musical history...'
" whom agreed later on she would take just a little under her wing
the younger songbird.... encourage her and move forward her not bad ability to sing...
... numbers exchanged nuthin to do with me....
just a facilitator connecting or bridging ...one plus one may make three
" anyway your scumhole supposedly adopted country...
when we were ghosted even back then...
errata she was, trying to take forward that connection with that woman as she-said, willing mother hen
" luv..... it may as well have been
"anyway even if cheerier matters .... like the gorgeous unfaked look on them soldiers faces..
" and you can ' YOU RETARD [ sic, with the best ever interpretation, of a no more word policin' no more bullshit nation] ..... we are ...
vast mate... what a stupid question leave that for lil' landlocked Serbian birds....
we...never end....'
"well that's all very well for you and your big job....until the end of the road trip you tell me part of your birth, right national identity
" but all i wanna know is did you have any nice lil' folk singers, ever made any records? - must be girly....
and not like you performatively - even if actually full on pukka Queenly, genius actin' surly"
But at last even if only when in the best of moods, that glazed eye chappy at two minutes twenty seven
why that look in his eyes as if at the top of the escalater up to so called heaven
never mind the hairdo....that's it! he's just back from the
парикмахер...her mum.
" Peter [yet another gibber or rather illusionista even OFFerin a false fake bridge to people please, his fourty year schoolboy chum, may as well be applyin' sulphurios acid to said bum ]...i don't really get you.....you're worldly in your big, noisy, job ...
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"we were above it all as shoolboys roamin' the hills... just about all we had in our heads was matin'...with you know whom....
" but now you've your own lass, twenty two ... off on her holls with backpack and her adulthood...
" Away from Jezza-lands, learn how to be her own one-babe-band...... well you may indeed have your unundestandable little anti-immo buzzy bee in your bonnet..
" its not like most of the refuellers you may have to pass the time with for many an hour
"aren't be-turbanned or into some bonkers stoneage variant of Aller...
" and you can trust them generally to do a good job...
"and they don't want to interfada you or stick your lasses hand on the redhot hob...
" just for going to have a look at their homelands, and in her ears some splendid noisy bands...
" but if she gets for example down to Portugal.... merely as parable
" Jezzaness is simple .... your one beloved flesh and blood, making out with some joão, or as i had hoped for mineself, Muzz Pinto, my all-too-brief Portuguese fiancée...
"cut down dead by cancerous hep c...
"just from a few weeks of being a pretend teen junky
" anyway your lass all parents know its only ever about tomorrow
"the past is a foreign load of sorrow
"Jezza deracinatin'
"this silly insignificant little so called nation
"of big jobs.... your lass just living HER life down on a Portuguese beach....
"some nutcase up here decides to sell scalps to some other country, so Moscow's now in their reach
retaliation will be against this insignificant little discombobulation,
of a people that never got it, if the big job ever kicks off.
No Kremlin wonk will have scoured their maps
for targets down into that Mediterranean, retaliation
always against the 'threat' ...
or those whom aid and abet the tooling up,
of some mad comedian lost in the forever ramp, concatenation
.... as in ten years time i shall hear once again from the lips of an actually nuclear tongue-tipped REAL one.... ...
woman, sometimes knows, cut their balls off at source
or at the very least don't let them roll down towards
where our kids have indeed run away to sane sensible no bigjobs sanctuary"
... i think she would get it, as we nattered up almost atop of her mountain...
or at least shared care of it
No more quotation marks as no more need to actually have any actual ongoing Georg Borrow style landolopery, occasional funny little chats ongoing up hill and rarely almost never down dale:
can you imagine, being in a rather good fun shittiest hole but your
"Coração" is as good as sprayed with the sulphuric acid, 2003...
you tell me that NAzi little HMG demand you spay your stable with once a year
And the only answer surely is a bit more "Coração" put back into the mix... at least over there it is indeed real
And you find him in the last place in the world you may imagine you would even be, as he serenaded you new friends, as they alone knew what he meant. No fake Glastonbury tent.
" Louis Almeida..... [ would be proud that even twenty three years on his name got used again of late - as he alone really earned it]... what's it about..?.. "
" it's almost impossible to sum up to you the limey, in your limey lingo.... but you see them all in here they stop as soon as it comes on the Heath Robinson disco system..... and every single one knows exactly what it's about... them"
..being they all hate me and fear me - for years, it's so so dull...
as 99% of the days I am up at dawn (this sunrange)
but i'm not going to 'change' as it's the one most lovely key to a life always stable and always great newthoughts every day
never mind talk about the definition of that rather beloved by meword (and her so she said) kairos.... it is fashioning every smallest discombobulation or quite unwarranted fearful manifestation of what's in the handbag... which is all - i never knew, just pandemically stuckness, and knowing what they want... as it's out of some Tolle-ing-them, playbook, about how never to have been... which for now is shortcut worded, stuck. Stuck in Stucksville but i never ever have the 'blues' nor name, anywhere or anyone ... (unless swimming in vats of public cash
and selling some false version of balsamic cats piss soup and a dash..of whatever the next big small superfood... behind which to so sadly hide, stuck)
the opposite of 'hate' is forging
page six, and last
[oops i HATE mad inconsistent bloggit dotcom which today is being hateful and putting the photos in the wrong order, when some times it's a good girly and choses to be true to the times tamped filenumbering and put them RIGHT way up.. there being right and wrong, period)
page ONE!!!! into nine hours great sleep last night,
and no forgery, ever, it must be true!
MAKING the invisible silver-lining, BE true.
Always.
And methodologyism
