so, them memoirs ..

 ... even if there is a far far more interesting deeper dive down into The Bushy undergrowth  ...

If one is a real rural person who always has time to stop and stare ... to quote the only Welshman ever worth quoting as he wasn't performing something for London to get out of his Swansea , cultureless, ultra racist, and dinosaur breeding ground ( on the rare occasions they werent too pissed to breed and the wife got off the ground after a good post pub session long enough to dust herself down and wipe away the blackeyes )   hellhole ...

but not gawp-stare as is the Pasty way especially if you dont have kindergarten stickers of flowers and bees all over your theme park van or motor, and the ugliest mirrored sunglasses ever dreamed up even if by next year i bet the fashion will be to tattoo them on permanently with even uglier expensive glitterooto go with the big fat tattoos all over especially their ugly calves   ; or at The Source, the way,  if one has such lovely little humble worn small walking boots such as hers on the hill and doesnt have a hundred quid newpack with compulsory hydration bottles poking out in a splendidly watery autumn as nature needed it  and even nature doesnt need to sip every other step or they may die ...

so yes them Sourcery lot  all of whom would stab  with the titanium lined walking poles or India/na Jones look crossed with their Elonish high tech accessories essential for just a ramble in some very underwhelming hills....if they thought the term  Narniac applies to them...

anyway.... to stare,  but politely  so that it isnt harassly offenderating anyone as they wouldnt notice,  as theyre so busy trying to catch a look at their look  in someone elses ugly mirrors... in other words i notice everything ...

i had wondered how that car was so excellently parked  in that leafy place at the junction ( often my spot).. clever girl...

but i notice almost all, unjudgey, like... except  long ago knew theres no point ever chatting with India/na  as they cant ever forget their ... mission workshop whatever .. them never using the word " holiday" of course . ...  ' bettering' themselves... when the whole point of being not in their cities is just to stop and stare ...and not at the ubiquitous phone......  they all seem to ned to fill the ' void' with..and i think we know where it is geolocated.. 

anyway of no interest other  than it is psychologically so wonderful to at last have really understood  why the fewer numbers ( by proportion) of such utterly lost  neurotics totally out of their 'environment'...in my oldregion environment ...  couldnt even manage to remember their gloves arent in their precious little hands  when driving off and arent in the cab either,  were just so arsey behind the painted on London or suburban smile. 

arsey a rude word for totally 100% flaky and unreliable ( small scale rural life unviable without reliable helpmeets ..) hissy fitters  who never fit ...( nowadays addicted to their Fitbit ratger than go protect sone habitat that keeps you fit and no looking at dilly screens required ...other than for the  message reply to nice invite,  that never comes..

anyway thats all not in any MacFarlane fantasy bullshit version of saving dead rivers ( many a foto soon) ... the total acedia slash dystopia of no actual helpmeets  ever reliable

so be it . . but the deep dive along the surface  is merely  how for decades... all ones time is wasted... thousands of hours

 and that is multiple ten thousands of....

and thus time saving solutions to the Rememberence  of how they will always waste it ... yet to meet one who hasn't.. even if i guess one 'banked' some useful barter ..

but still thats sad as she WAS writing well!!

but just wont believe in HERself.... not 'too',  but alone  uniquely rather fably..  'self realised'  .. 

which takes a long time and loadsa lopeing ... between bouts of real ' service' to  humanity which lasteryear was sat in the snailshell for hours listening to yet another  BPD very very Intelligent and passionate  mother of her lost 3 year old talk about every other conspiracy theory  except the one we had for hours conspired to correct a simple easy legal appeal against utterly fascist   insane Stalinist levels if torture local judginess ( pastyshire ones well known as maddest of the lot)..

but no you know so sadly she wont ever do what for hours  she uses your whole time and energy  demanding she is expert and 'campaigner'  for her justice and rights and  .love

actual service, unpaid, and you know 99% cert it will faul and no thanks nothing ' back' 

but you do it Only cos ..you can

( and nay one day make  a true  book slash   .audiobook) 

photo story 1 of many

 ... ( goes with thisafters " there is no divide" audio)

imagine ... as it will take weeks to find them all: very deserted country byways ... between Clun in the North and Hay in the South. ( essentially The Marches, 10% of the population density  of her SW - essentially a suburb... for those too cheapskate to afford a Surrey pad or Norfolk estate ) 

from a decade ago ( when the actual " change" began) 

The real chronicler would meander... old cheap  Raleigh bike ... so rusted ( as the Green Party mayoress and her green party official bloke hadnt bothered ever  ever putting it undercover or oiling it.... despite being new... and just left rottin and  unused tyres perishing  for a decade... despite only about 50 km if wear on said tyres... thats your 'green' party top dogs for you...) 

but thats boring, narcissistic personality disorder always is...

and makes not very good art... well unless i can get some grant funding to do real performance real art about it one day...

but neander the lanes over several years by said old,  many many hours to fix up, bicycle...

now a real mindful centred person of the land and nature knows ... well s/he doesnt need to ' know' as it is second nature... that if you have gone a job needing gloves and a trailer then before you get in the banger to drive off to wherever  the trailer needs taking to ..( and reversing into without all the drama the towny must make of it and disrespectfully also know you will  be subject to automatically and nag you...even if you tell them"  MY FUCKING IDENTITY is i was born reversing tractors and trailers  in my sleep, eyes closed too...i do it by mindful zen second fucking sight... ..just stop nagging me didnt your zen crappy Eeckharty Tolle you  into knowing: dont think i am youtoo ...i chose NOT to be"

 in age appropriate language if course meaning their 3 year old  smiley fake polite platitudes..

anyway...lanes.. bike ( no car as they all gibber you theyve boked you  so smilingly for a job and then forget to unbook and allow you to get another elsewhere.l when they realise their dreams of orojects mere  fantasy..   so always hard up no cash gor motor = actual happiness but dont tell them)..  i would begin to notice from ' 15ish  one by one single gloves at the side of the road...workgloves  used for outdoor woodchopping etc...

now i had never seen this before ever in many years meandering the lanes by old slow bicycle...

never.

So it increased  in frequency ... every few miles another diferent solo glove... occasionally a pair. wherever i cycled

and i began to dtop and photo them and then  collect them..

well yes at first as a curiosity  but over time - a few years, have a jolly hood collection of 20 or 30  usable single gloves

i still have the bag.. pair by missmatched pair i am wearing them out...with work

they look funny. . cutsey...all pintresty...  all Ealanor Oliphant is having a bad dayish....

.. pink, spazart....

But thats not the art to me a curiosity ban anachronism   

Its a parable in all them poor mixed up pairs  telling a real truth

as this was around thr time that increasing amount of very '  type a'  types invading the  formerly dozey byways ...

not do much ' gentrifying'  on mummy's Jen O' Cidere ..L'oreal shares  cashed in,  rather   the nee breed if very Guardian Colour suplement+  lot who came in one by one .. all the right ' country' gear... and  very expensive  new chainsaws and trailers ...  but their...errata her, whole gig, was how not only was dashing Rupert such a fine  man working in nature but her  aromatherapy oops thats old hat ... nope better than you mindful practices and all the  ' we irk' they had been through to make them so  just  well...  they now only ' belong'  in their new pad.... and in nature... etc

well its a free country

( of their free gloves littering the county gor miles)

but had one even suggested :" maybe.... well not remembering to make sure i had picked up my workgloves before getting INto the vehicle .. i would feel myself having a not so zen focused good day if i was so remisc... that my habit and  indeed animal spirit/ soul needed some self fucking work onnit....  so i had real zenny grace and mindful of doing my job properly ...and not wasting do many gloves....  take longer walks perhaps not on my phone on mem..the real me relative to the others where..i am ... or no of course it will be all the other  new arrivals all 3 in the valley never you....  just saying do we can all learn from their nit quite centredness.. " 

they will automatically jab you  defensively in the toe  with the  junky needle they claim ...errata demand...they have given up too

rather than actually realising what change does mean.... and how interestingly it takes a long long  time... and finding nice non judgemental ways ... of pointing the .. gloved finger... well thats kindof being nice  its called sharing real ' experience' ..i was there once... when about 15    

and is a rather fine measurement if just when one foes have it together in a centred way ..

and when not .. as i judge to be the  case almost everywhere nowadays

and i know what units to measure by... they didnt change

'new age'

 the still incomplete quest for the right name and it  certainly isn't new age..

as none ever were,  they merely stole the expensive incense.. when no one else was looking at the vomit-bucket sessions

however riffing on this the other day with a lovely correspondent (who DID seem to agree when we first met..)

i came up with: 'new age'...  the only new age thing about them is they will die, or stab anyone to death in the back, in their way,  to get a new age 20 years less  than their actual one ... that's The Source peeps for you in a nutshell... 

rather unmindful that as the whole POINT of all their fake mindful wellness and DeBotty bad Buddhism  'work' is to accept exactly what you are..and what  nature dictates 

"inspired" at last....

By one humble REAL walker landloping along with not-fancy cheap backpack (we are the ONLY ones)  backpack  

gets a special section in https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2025/11/transparency.html

now... damn it!

There is a truly unique, free, no copyright, no charge,  extremely helpful and exclusive  2 hr audio with loadsa actual philosophical argument as to why ALL the idiot class of BBC to Sky to all of you speak endlessly of a "divided society" are wrong,  following this....

But upon pondering... i go off on long REAL WALKER rambles with no special walking clothes or any India/na Jones costume, just like wonderful her - an impossible new encounter!...(and thus theres a divide there! my my the looks i get.. usually..not from her though ) ..

But when walking along sometimes waffling my memoirs or such superb world record unlistened-to substack podcasts,  as today, my phone is so  damaged that i cant easily put it on pause..

so it carries on recording...even if i stop for a chat

Usually i leave them unedited ' special uninvited guest' if i happen to have a nice chat during the landlope... no harm...

only of course if they don't say anything that identifies them or that may be problematical  such as " i hate my husband really as he's addicted to porn like all the rest but i pretend to be all yummy mummy lovely just like my Guardian coloursuplement clothing and lifestyle demands! ... as i can't pay the mortgage on the only windmill in Upper Downton...  alone..) - i did define the law in all that and know EXACTLY where the line is.. i wouldnt want someone ever really even findable... unless their name is badger killer McCurrach for example whom ALSO took a LOT of public money... 

However today i met such a  wonderful one i kindof let my 'guard' further down than usual even if its never ever up at all.... and spoke the truth of the region i walk in a lot... 

And despite every single one of them at The Source  - this whole region, certainly claiming perfect wholseome modern human-rights plus, person credentials... i.e. they recite the Guardian by rote,  not one would of course free speech means about the nasty bitchy mean minded VERY prejudiced behaviours youtoo display..

And thus i can't put it up here yet or on substack as theres only one thing more vicious than a public official paid to care for kids in the uk  caught with their knickers down pissing over the inmates at a children's home as thats her kink...  or whataver the latest state funded torture at such homes was last week.. (there were some sent down i seem to recall.. the 'carers' that is not their victims) , IT's an 'earth mother' / mermaid / shamanian / Sourcey  type who is getting called out for even minor human rights infractions...  such as being part of the greatest weasel word factory ever extant or the con 'healing' operations that are absolutely default everywhere along with THE most expensive 'supplement' shops ever ... 

And in said audio places are named in lovely conversation with a lovely...

i have already uploaded it to Substack  but...

I'm gonna chicken out! And i have nothing to lose... 

Except a few hours at some time soon bleeping  the geolocations.... which is how long it will take me drat... but not her lovely words... they were pure and universal.... i hope she listened to mine too..i am not usually so honest and caring.... well i am always honest but never quite so kidnappy in fact i should have as  really there is NO hope... (UK figures on issues with the young or sick so so much worse than EU average....arguable 5 or 6 times more 'mental health' .. lifechanging issues... ) ..never mind a country where dozens of 'Christians' and many mothers... loadsa time spent by me on their 'legal' or family counselling issues..me on them... even at GREAT length counselling an ex bishop (bet she lied about being 'cancelled' for a tweet) ... not one ever ever asked me " could we maybe help with your daughter... or even sit down and brainstorm ideas for bridges... ?" not one ever...

ohh errata... i forgot the one... my best mate at the time - that time...20/21.. she did... mother of 2 fine lasses one i started up a whole free riding school FOR...

and then a few weeks later  ..its as if she had never even uttered those rather big deal words....forgotten like the butterflies you all became..

That's called people pleasing. It is a VERY serious psychological addiction end-times end of everything....  when it applies to being part of "community" or 'village' in respect of children... 

" it takes a village to raise one..." 

well not in this sceptic aisle as go anywhere near your neighbour's they'll call 'paedo'  VERY false alligatory loudly, even if they've never seen you before when  going through a village on an old bike in this lovely aisle.... even in lovely super-community  "woodstock of the mind" Hay-on-Wye 2012 i still have the film of the REAL HAy... that one...  where the parents forgot to parent, too...  too busy applying for the free ticket que for some has been lousy old tart like poor old Rosie...

Boycott!...  well was boycotted until she started to sell her story of being poor little used junky...  only way she could get her bad journalism out..there...

Anyway LOADS of clips still to do a whole month of work just to attempt to catch up...and edit that one...

and MANY arty photos - thousands and i love looking through them so many pictures to tell... oops stories in pictures..

i can't write and certainly can't write poetry but i do know how to tell a REAL story with an image..or ten

and someone else - the "witness" she knows i don't moan...either. And even the very very hardest of all true martyr on their cross stuff is just firesticks to light a hearty fire with...one day... soon

I wouldn't have even 16 years of the worst torture ever...one second any different.. especially when on quite good form (as a nett result of every Chinese water drip drip drip torture known to man)  meeting a bouncy 49 year old landloper in lovely almost deserted QUIET autumnal lanes

ohh funny thing is... Suzi  (clearly not a listener of mypod - even if as fine woman she does know there are ONLY two sides  - but not 'divided' ...so...) agrees about the REAL problem.... she calls her sex who she knows will also Sourcestifle her region.... her name  the power 'blob'.... and even her mate Nigel daren't call them out as in need of a bit of Reformin' ... despite them being THE actual problem that needs dogeing..as shetoo knows too

cos they just denied her Arrow River trust charitable status...her, not quite the right facial peely things glow about her or truly crap 5 grand a piece, artless art collection

Just a thousand daily gibbers nosing in...

 ... i guess.

But wouldn't for a second care... as gibbers the masterclass comes in about nook five 

( my ohh my it's not a good idea to try and recruit me to the death cult yestermorn me sat quietly charging and fixing....... and then there be two of em.... different ' churches' ... being two as ' witness' means its less likely they will do the standard Southerner teller of tales pseudeia style,  thing... and make false allegations,  so they got it verse and hymn ...of how do many do called christians are just gibbers....  and thats from 15 years if giving them the chance not to be.. )

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/archpointyhat.html?m=1

takes you to somewhere SO much more interesting ....

at the bottom

but nobody really reads or takes owt in..

your lookout

I wonder who is left..

 all i know is that in thisterland there is no 'left' left...

And when the House of GO

is just a conshop too

That's the ultimate in infantile groomery

and spivvy bloke conjobbery

As the Temple to walking, well that's the whole point: the only place one has time and place to ponder why NOT to join their 'club',  ever...

(i still don't understand where 4000 daily mere 'users' came from far too busy thistersummer to bother with THE problem.. that nothing ever 'reaches'  - "out" or into  any heart or mind, via your little screens... so the human to human version began... )

anyway far far more interesting times from the past to somehow bring to full creative life...soon

But i can't remember what was put up...

and the system broke down of course i ocd had one...but then more important things came along..

but you can't 'groom' anyone long enough to do the HARD work of setting up an excel spreadsheet that may have records of what absurdistly may be already up for your infotainment, and whatnot...

now, unlike anyone else i do actually do stuff that requires doing stuff, at some cost in time if nowt else...even when peeps are too rude or immature to keep up with what they say they will do...

but JUST one good thing is all that matters " wow...youtoo know that all these supplements and weaselly worded snake oils are justa con even if started over there where your lot began their first 'Temple' ...well i hope you MEAN it services should be outdoors in the sun.... I'll be watching.... especially if you mean it, as topless as possible weather permitting all uv is good...or god if you must.... "

but the REAL sadness is when your main acolyte Ms Nutcracker " ohh.. wow.. menopause kind of far too made a THING.... wow that sounds so so so right...  just persist it like your mum and mum in lore....  yeah right on.....so maybe you can recommend me a range of supplements to help me through it, too...  " no lampoon ... just sadness in that i really did think one saw through the endless arms race to keep y'all caring about what should mainly be ignored.. and just tolerated on its bad days

you

so, accidentally i went...

 ..to their temple.

And now i ' get' them too..

" my my a hundred quid for a pair of wellies..." 

( i should have lingered, indeed it's a weird anti-monolith super simplicity poem in her words " you don't need any of it.. " )

But that'un....

 I'm intrigued.... 

A dull long decade (i said she could have twenty percent)

" i remember you sayin' you haven't read it.... yet..... perraps if i tell you the story of Kathleen...  and what she managed to do after dad was a few years feeding the worms... she fed a whole generation,  such that his truth-tellin',  tale tellin' on the builders,  so called charities and so called 'spiritual' leaders of his time...  ohh you ban that word, too ...... I no cynic, and his tell-it-like-it is tome, even if he was confused about even his own name.... 

... (the 'ai' or even mainstream academic whitewash of bigged up hogwash will only ever get worse....  https://www.iwm.org.uk/history/how-winston-churchill-and-the-conservative-party-lost-the-1945-election because they don't WANT to suggest that in fact the REASON people could think for themselves...  was said to be by better forgotten historians or just folk...  because Katheleen's dad somehow got to the ordinary bloke..

with ordinary tales based on real ordinary lives..

and real ordinary shabbiest everywhere hypocrisy..

And unlike today at least 60% of the so called 'working class' .. read it...

Anyway .... pious and worthy footstampy versions of aversions  to a society that's ONLY total fullest capitalism bigjob

all the way

( " ehhh so will you Greenmayor Mr and Mrs Celia be selling YOUR house at less than it's 'market' value...then?")

Piety and even rationality doesn't work...

But only one, of them..makes me laugh no matter what..

never mind just thinking of her End times... so hot under the collar i cant be bothered to twist her words the right way up ..

As....  whatever she has if they, the witchdoctors of Hatesville, as ive goaded  her SO many times ... she alone has 'it' that impossible quality ...

well I am quite sure in fact yes lasteryear  " Claudia you sinned just smiling at me like that ...that one unforgettable day... as we discussed sunshine in the sunshine.... " ...i got to  proper pulpit classes 

"youre what its about luv.... and i know full well your bossmen 7th Day 'elders' only ever want you as.... listen to the end.... at least i value you ONLY for your true real fournipper perfect hipswayin' actual divinity..rather than as useful cleaner and slave and idiot... never mind you have the best mind of them all put together...so write about that sunshine with me ... "

Now there's only ever one question her Master Coetzee 

just maybe

well, tried to ask....

And if anyone can answer they would earn a third Nobel

why on earth does the most gorgeous Christian babe on the planet,  with perfect Christian man   back home..

And very very family orientated to all four well bred ones

Behaving with IMPECCABLE  behaviour and every word that comes out from her perfect gob..

" Clauidia you're borin' me to all the deaths in Ferkin Revelations

if you mention once more, 

you Jesus whore...

 your daddy stand-in....

lets get back to our first encounter  that's when i met the REAL you"

Why does a VERY intelligent and truly fabulous rhetorician, 

even reply, often v quickly 

and quite often at great length

to someone who a year or more has only sent in the most genius 

very very saucy,  extremely rude,  but between them lines real complimentary,

 sedition?

 

With one obvious only ... stated religion..

to cure her of hers

And him

(some of them...i nearly weakened! As Thomas Bernhard so perfectly ranted:

all them fotos  your humanity will get decanted

into bottles of fixer

 and sour little  concoctions ..... you need to see again in some silly Fakebook or other snap... 

i was nearly going to ask her "well at least send me  a pic."

But then true  behaviour not unlike Sadducee

or even divinest knickers down hypocrisy

is all just material .. 

that doesn't even minds-eye interfere...

with the minds ability to remember forever, real genuine laughing brightest eyes

at herself too....)

So, last ever small intermission...

  But can anyone even listen in two dimensions? Never mind the required three: words do often refer to an action.

And as for reading and thinking in unison ... ( hahh hahh i shan't ever get to that day - interviewing the so called Doctors on their picket lines about the actual strike they should be on: for a 35 or at most 40 hrs week and normal pay and no loony locoing, so that they may be actually safe  to say drive home after working....12 hrs.....so many of them so insomniac that they can't even safely lose their mind as they wouldn't know where to look for  it so sleep deprived)

I mean one can try: " my my YOU get the prize..."

"what prize is that... [ accompanied by the usual assumption that one is a mad sleep deprived schitzo for speaking not QUITE to their playbook]..?"

" for an actually QUIET public quiet space in this revolting county of numbties so in love with saying nothing in their own voice, loudly.."

of course one restricts it to only the first seven words, in lived experience, of lived experience...

And even that  nice smiley compliment strategy, doesn't work, it only took five minutes for gobby top-of, to start moaning moaning moaning about their bodies...and holidays...

which is ONLY a proxy, 

a contemporary  dull confirmatory

 universal allegory

For the first time: In Bolivia.... the Tuesday evening 3 am English women, who despite being in a central city  backpackers hostel where almost everyone would be rising pretty early to get a plane out ..or at least an early bus...

simply could no longer understand any more the simplest human rejoinder to a bit of shared humanity...

Despite their Red Brick education - i bet they brag of MA's all around.... in fact probably in psychology or even Human Rights..

THE most interesting night-day of all and all dull  local examples merely allegorical or whats the word for just a reminder of nothing new in the world..

Even if i know why ... seven years on.

So, even if yesters my ohh my....

 There is only one track:

(wow this one a kairos anti, just when i need it no more.....)

0430 Claudia commeth.... just at the right time.

Now if you had met Claudia....

And ok i know why

Never mind, there's no more womanly woman than one who's womb has been so overused...

Well, if she kept to her page two "look after my garden"

Four's a bit over doin' it

 But that's her biz

Between her and her made up 'maker' 

Who made up one line rather good:

" let your yea be.."

But i don't chuck away ANYthing that has been touched by the hand of...

Especially if it is the best of all exemplars of how..

How what?

Well, i can't let HER superb words -  "ashamed" of her sex, go to waste.

Especially as if a gift from the divine on the didgeridoo...

The real issue cameth in the as usual badly forecasted Londoner weather so neurotically and over eggheading...

I mean i diverted here due their "floods and pestilence all night"

They only know fearful fright.

Thats a point so at The Source day before i saw it in fullest force:

Now i really do understand...

midafternoon and the one decent day.

In a  swampy lowerland field off my snoozing track.

Must have been some 'workshop' gathering..

Plotting how to use even bigger nonwords over some ridiculous towny hobby - or 'breath' work...

But watching them trundle in..

I get it now, all they've got to do, is make even a Woodlander place in nowheresville with only sour solo ones around..

I mean ok that one looked catwalk finery

Guardian Colour sup

divine whatevery?

All i know is the mud will spatter 

But no, it must be a fashion show, nothing else matters.

However.... 

As the only wonderful yank in her Mars Room  (she won't have understood the subtlety of her observation... " wait... sooner or later their total waterboardin' shaklin' tyranny will be to at least some small advantage..if you sit long enough to wait for it..")

And then there is Tyranny, Rex....won

And their absurd every other word "gratitude" when they wouldn't know how to wait for 'plenitude' to come along and bite you in the bum...

Afterall if it wasn't for the very worst offender ever encountered

(zen being i knew from our first conversation so no vengeful legal repercussions.. even if i could!  not payin' wages shook upon - well it's so common the last five years...  gibbin' behind their crocodile tears... if she knew just how much REAl farmin' a few months later ...  and painting the whole damn path a new shade of...red..)

Now...only because Claudia must have sent them all scurrying and upload is so ridiculously fast and these have been on desktop more than a year ...already used for ONE purpose

But repurpose here

And utterly out of sequence as all is linked but you will never guess how...

(unless you read that lasterlink a few days back...but even then, you will have to think, what on earth next. And will never guess) ) 

Nor would... well.... 

But to cap it all, The Source...  such a happy perfect places as long as you just stay in your own absolutely perfect zone

And now'n again when the land is really working with you

For simple good

 almost as if their faeries are winkin' 

Except they don't.

Only ....

well that's absolutely not of 'now' in that it's how one got to 'now'....the now, of then.  A year ago.

But a little bit of fiery magic...  I was actually thinking will i ever randomly bump into her again?

And a few minutes later thank god i didn't.

As if by their  lucky escape serendipity. The stars all aligned in perfect harmony.

Anyway hmm a new line merely on the past came at dawn... 

The best, in neither (her - thats nearly twenty years ago)  Rumi.... and to think she left me with one of his verses, nor even any real writer Ma Elliot, i don't recall.

"they all think their lies are some pinnacle of newer age of all conquering rightful new dominant philosophy... 

when in fact they're all just as ultimately shabby"

Especially uttered from the newage  throne of matching designer mutts

All that matters is .. i never thought i would be dancin' in the woods, man-dancin'  body in perfect harmony...

Maybe best jobsong, 

From the days when boys EARNED their right to rather overdo their hair

Mister Scott if memory serves, halfway yank

and his harmony hairspray ..... 

earned it by the right to also brush off the inevitable laughs

But there you are up in their (undewhelming) hills...

Very very mutton, dressed as....something else

(i noticed the other day) 

The cost of all that special hairspray designed for the ....elderly

Ultimately

(well if you knew America today its more than laughable the way that the almost corpses

put pictures on their profiles.... 

from the last century)

All this extra cost

costs so so much...

especially any helpmeet solidarity

 keeping to the deal, "time bank"

mutual benefit.....  and all that actually necessary wank

just to keep small scale farming

(always eco-best) ...  running just a tad, productively.

(ooh must find note to self young farmer spokestwat blaming it all on taxes and corporations...input costs and other concatenations 

but couldn't even think what his own intro words meant

"most farming still is subsistence, small 'family'..."

which means only one thing: ehh.... 

to be cont

(thats the one thing..   sulking lying welshing on the mutual benefit in a deal-deal... never any continuity)

 

right now i don't waste money on props or even performance artworks

but i only ever once did.

Talking of witch

You think, i did..it's bad here...  spend a year or so nosing around the REAL Israel..

(sadly the only undercoverin' not in person)

But soon enough you start to pattern 

And there is only one conclusion: why aren't the mothers mothering their kids like in Deerhunter or other great art. ..

".war never ends well, even for 'victor' so don't even start... "

Because it's rather interesting how far ahead in the 'spiritual' arms race, 

bong bong ... bing bing

and such  ubiquitous rigs needs so much more bling

(i'm amazed Totnes Hatesville, Stroud or Presteigne aint invaded )

Righty ho the end 

As conditions

(every single electrical device now so wonky, intermittently ....requiring a jolly good slap)

 are such that i broke my golden bowl rule:

weather clears, walk!

And anyway...  that would be a turnup for the sky faery book

An... well, i did most d'recly... all lessons learned

go STRAIGHT for the jug'lar...

and foreign passports, i respect, never just burglar...

Anyway so many vidclips i hope nobody sees

one view irrelevent

It's more true than your news..

And certainly every single so called 

'Tuber...

And not just me saw that .... 

livin' actually... in ultra simplicity

and every second undistracted superiority...

 

But only time will see 

if i can get some kind of storytellin' sanity

Up and shared

(even if the most emotive one, part one, already aired)

simplistic orderly efficiency

maybe requires just penmanly

writing something properly,

and not the  bad rhythmic

 illiterate jabberwocky 

version

in artistic response to type

jabberwokey...

which never existed! 

It's so much more interesting...

if only i had a socket..

maybe next spring

 

as even if i did...

maybe to recycle

(that lovely old cycle)

there are just so many part human, part in, digital

real life stories

too good not to relish 

and never embellish

truth so much more funky than Potty imagination

will take all winter to somehow  organise

So, the 'manners' is in fact such a nice word

 YES!!

Back to that afternoon on The beach o' Bab...

Stood there at the side of the sea, 

from her very first tickl' of her strokin stick:

"CAN IT BE!....

"Them lasses and her ....god i bet they wanna tickle her ..

til the end of time; the greatest ever rhyme..

just about when they ceased to be any good,

now 'campaignin' for what no one ever cared about 

which sex gave em fanny wood

in their true genius past...

all that  simply perfect Bobbetterin' mind picture, bleedin,  blood inc.,

... but ohh to be there in that surely most intense moment in history

a fiddler stolen,  "no she's mine all for me....

"fuck off...  Ivry's turnin' in his grave

only one could have 'is rotten corpse turnin' so depraved

... 'the others like Lucy takes at least a video peek...

...one smallest stroke of her sharp- elbow...leave work work, at least a week.... 

as long as you'll need her on loop....

and you don't even need to see who's on it.... 

from the very first vibrtational frequency....'

" fuck off i'll get you done for sex'l 'rassment...

... i called err first and it's MY basement...

and my tape... even if you sung for the bed

 you think I'm sharin' one Scarlet hair 'f'err head

or any

other 

her you're out ya head..."

But really....  i never wanted to know ANYthing about any dull fake musician..

nor their hasbeen once childstar ex girlfriends who couldnt even take the GREATEST compliment

And deliberately don't care who's strummin' the banjo

Until that nearly perfect day, on the mad witches' beach...

And some word pictures soon

" yes i just know it is..... but Im probably wrong....  

I mean no one ever reMAstered  the best ever song..

And the Mistress of all there ever was

Didn't even need to be enquired of  if 'err 'air was still red

As the REAL deal, needs no bottle 'pon err head.

And only one is the remedy, too.

To all their ever increasin' hullabaloo

Righty ho talking of witch

witches

Which name? What hashtag

Maybe the answer's in this really old hag...

(in Fact Lumley maybe did do some good, a real saviour and humanitarian operator

As when you hear on first encounter how one of them

queen of them

was twenny years saving the gurus of very High up Nepal

well you know immediately

to be  aware

that every single word that comes out her vicious (never to me Im nice)

gob..

is a mad lie and ... to be cont another day

But maybne thats the hashtag, them inclined to punctuate every lying bit o bad manners

never mind causin' a workman  who gave her 'mates [of mates] rates' 

And blocked off several days for herjob,

when on his last can of Yeti stew..(in other words nowt left in the kitchen cabinet as they don't exist either)

Never mind drive 30km at ten to dawn

to 'help' her all folorn nobody else to grab

her old bag of a pack o' lies

As of course there's an equation Einstein would be proud to have discovered:

The ratio of little prayer emojis in their bad mannered brush off

disappeared verbal contract texts 

is equal to the amount of real friends they dont have,  long ago known as pest

 But a two'fer

is a reference on to VERY good friend with a  whole week of work

skipping his rooms filled with bohemian detritus and broken guitars too busy on mindfulness workshops

to ever fix...

" i'll order a skip... next week.... and its so so wonderful you're available

desperate for someone to  work on this job can't get anyone else to do...

i shall call you back in a few days...  yes at the most two...."

two weeks the booked worker  calls,  not a whisper..

And as if their whispered  "reach out" language 

first line parroted with such auto-ease

absolves them of the only disease

they don't claim to have: terminal people please

But if you think these are fringe   rottin' ex hobo hippy types 

It's when one day we'll get to the whole 'third' sector' 

Mainlinin' most of your taxpaid billions

And Nige can only ever blame some poor immo ..

And Tommy's scooter rocker casin' rattles on about who's on their pillion.

There is however absolutely no point even politicking

... as if you stop and stare 

(without being seen to stare nobody ever taught Pastyland is a thing)

and take them in...

Especially havin' found their Source

It's for certain the final curtain 

The big rusty hearse

no cash left for anyone else

As one and all they have (body language is so precise)

All the power, and always will.

And only a fool fights or thinks there's any hope

And Reform will only dare DOGE some near-pension

surplus to actual requirements cleanin' lady bloke

They don't even know of this hornets nest to not poke.

But you have to have the insider tapes..

The Master, of disguise, among them Mistresses...

(why is she  the newmeat so distressed?)

maybe!!

 Mindpicture, especially if alien arriving from another actual civilisation, that hasnt pissed prozac, femminax, 

and dogdrugs into their oceans .. 

quite extraordinarily the people of this curious place

bounce around on rubber balls, 

maniacal  smile affixed to the ' face'

hopping from one virtue pretence

to the next,  never tiptoein off  any top of the fence

( bring back the old words, 'space cadet' quite adequate)

lets name this race after that squashed smiley face

the space hoppers...

maybe

now to the casual observer this may seem a fringe 

or sidealley caca 'n cake binge

An irellevent* inconsequential minority

just a hobby .. playtime parody

( even if i havent yet .

she fuelled me, first encounter

the exact right tone .. and shared bodyparts, 

in harmonious joint appreciation

 of this toxic fantasised latterday incantation 

to nothing no sanity, and shit arts

" auf weidersehen, pet"

which was not to be

until a few days ago i texted her my "allergy"

knowing:  "no way!  cant have him 'round my lad, and me..."

anyway forget her  has she like The First

changed her mind?

English cant do that, 

storyold

 old whizzened soursolo time

after time 

Anf forget old George Orwell, undercover rovin' reporter

never a happy man, 

Farmin pigs nightly pissed slauterin' 

or off to someone elses slaughter

Down and Out  pinpoints some few cruel sideshown

hostel management turfin em out wandererers town to town

But a real undercover rover, multitaskin' with actual reporterly dedication'

lives in his dead cat observatory

and fixes their drains, mucky sheds; them,  his laboratory...

testing some cost efficient and nature caring oldschool woodlander sanity .

among other tests such as clearly 'malicious' reference literary

( all clever words not in Potty playboook or Steiner approved 

my my gets them in a very bad mood)

Anyway...thing is

when you discover The Source

its not some  insignificant dribbling  little sidestream tributary

It's where the high rankin' civil servants, militarists, and  even secret Zionistas

business leaders ( especially f, in italics) and ex ministers

loads a alcoholics

holiday, second homery, 

and retire to just-like-them community

In fact i would say even more than Surrey...

Well it doesn't have  Totnes, 

where they can pray at the altar of i manifest ...

only me

 but thing is ... ( ignoring ex factory worker caravan wo/man, Nigel fans ..)

The Marches less so but they have the cash

down here one and all really did dash

the rulers the hardpower, 

London-ex 

but still there in their heads and 

here 100% majority

And yet all serfs only sell backwards fantasy

none of my business except just how totally  genius at illusion and spin.

like the BBC ...  hoodwinkers supreme

i think they pay their ' critics' Parliamentarian or  Mary- large'oh gizzanother burger

" libtard lefties   stop their dosh!" 

but it is the younger generation, entirely brainwashed as a nation:

( i heard yet another yesteraft)

" well we still trust their brand of information ... 

 Top of the world Pops... when it comes to making democratic decision ..

the most authoratative . 

 despite yes ...we all know... a bias to leftleaning    commie or  ( the words fail even me)...  "

their education hasn't clearly explained:

effect -  least equal country  on all our continent

highest house/ rent prices  .. even theyre discontent!

5x more madness than everywhere else

double the homelesness  maybe four times

corbyn,  " we need to think again reform and remain" it nearly rhymes

( on course 2019 to power,  unless..... yet again...)

 complete 100% conartist class " give me a lanyard and a ' third sector'  consultancy"

no real monitoring or accountability

nor productivity

cause - well you can't have it both ways and be " the most trusted broadcaster in the world !!! rahh rahhh... even by cynical self- harming youth..." 

when by every reasonably objective measure such as the  great majority of spiv class financialised  raped 'n pillaged once 'public' utilities

( i once worked directly for top rapist im mo mere Yellytubby  ooh i like that typo ... conspiracy theory propogandist  )

uk business politics and SOCIETY ...  ( by far highest prison pop and longer sentencing  in real life ..than any other European  destination)

 lurched  so far to the 'right'  as an un'divided' nation

of one rightist in fact Ayn Randist soto voce

( and now languages so cut back in school ...well you fill in the rest)

unable ever to even utter ' the common good' 

but every closed down  community space  chuckin up only how all are ill in everyone's face

 the moment you walk in through their badly maintained maniacal auto self opening... 

where nuthin but  wonderful diversionary identity politics is happenin ..

effect - you cannot not measure by every measure a massive swing to the " my sharp elbows", even if in Evan Davies   fake smiley  tones

causes so many to no longer even dream of homes

and equate to the " most trusted broadcaster" 

the other twin word  in that splendid sentence

cause ..

cause, crappest education ( by their own parents whose job it ACTUALLY is) on the whole planet

effect, young people cant even add up 

1 main cause = 1 main effect

( or if deplorable tv, itv sky or whatever else, two fer one ...they know all about that)

* 15 years and the Oggle redline squiggle is STILL intermittent you think these cowboys can do 'ai' containment

you're mad as some hattof separate species of unplasticated  dog faeces

I'm still not sure...

 A long time ago I designated the Shakti's Tom-Pauls and Dorothies  

the Teletubbies.

But so many ' lived experience' road testing of that absolutely accurate naming of their shrew

brainless eyes glazed over ... but as we knew with them Tellies when the spy camera is not watching: their real vicious animal testing operation would wind up into action..

and a lot of taxidermy... 

when it came to anyone who wasn't them, whilst still alive . ..

Narniac doesn't quite 'hold the space' adequately such that one can ' relate' to the place so stuffed with hidden malice, If the teapot aint quite to the exact wishlist of sweet little  Alice

The Mad Hatters  perhaps betterly apt

The only new discovery 

of a quarter decade dullest ever people journey

Just how many 

But the problem is all these fantasy  references 

As the only great book minded parent ever met Griselda 

the boozer

but senior at OUP

" i ban them from our house, truth so much more intrestin than all this Potty fantasy . .."

As so much of this spring ..( that her timecrimes are forgave)

" we dont have the  words..  .. shared lexicon! 

most of their culture a fantasised con..."

There is no 'duality' or 'non', only one:

same shabby connected ass...edia..

SO, this really lives aside another - a pair of terribly twinned, same ole

and why haven't people peered into this ?

i don't care much for counters but one is curious if the 777 readers today not even by lunchtime,  are  real? feds or some fake curiouser...

so why didn't anyone seem to click on this link below i took my time and trouble to put here a few days ago: always set to open in a new windows anyway its all the same old cant and vanity

(rit to the rhythm of the best ever song about just that

i spent all summer being watched being as precisely couldn't give a toss,  as even sad old Ellis rather did when the junkies got her in their gang...)

Anyway the ultimate cant and vanity is only to be Ellis-smiled at, always... when you HAVE spent 500 hours at least with wrinkled brow from the exertion at trying to assist the liar to remain alive...

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/archpointyhat.html

says no new views..??

strange... somehow that stand alone page - there are many made the last few years that only a few PAID-for friends have seen, meaning i PAID bigtime for supposed 'friendship' with just so so much of my precious time...so that one has been tagged by Big Sister as 'not secure'

i can assure it is... and also the tech overall has got far far wonkier once 'ai' became part of it...sane people turn off ALL apps and extra apps by default as i do always but can't keep it from nosing back in....

But i know FOR certain it doesn't know about the things that follow, as the majority who do almost swear by their lovely Narniac soul and words never can say just how utterly disconnected they became, from any truth...not 'post modernist' clever reframing but far rather a Narniac thing and in fact pondering her/my word..it isn't quite right as it is the acid raindrops falling on butterfly wings that will make us all extinct...

It is the total flesh eating zombie look in their eyes..(not that i have ever watched a horror film but can imagine)

In fact fair dinkum the awful Yank Mr McCarthy did i guess 'get' them in The Road... except that is no useful allegory or word picture as it is all about the look...  that continually says engaged curious and very abundantly plenished when in fact not one has any 'energy' to be human or even remember what it was once to be a simple human person...

not one would EVER think they are to 'blame' for anything....

But ...I am only sad about one thing so much time wasted except the sadness is that even Mister God Squad couldnt recall his ONE worthwhile compliment (regarding rechargeable batteries of course)

but it is the way they failed  - as majority.. any 'space' in any "community" is mainly run by Narniacs with free acid drops in their pocket but well hidden.. they are clever and got the community roles initially as volunteer but that leads to paid positions and grants... that NObody ever holds to account, they darent... but its the way none even can manage basic home economics in good ole fashioned constructive critique that really is the ultimate biscuit...

And thats why their kids had nothing ever to munch on but exactly that nothing to say that ever is useful to anyone..

Such as do NOT use the applicator its just a con.

Anyway thats all a surreal (And entirely unfinished merely unedited highlights in longer form) madhouse, Alice up her smelly yellow shitstained fantasy road... to nowhere...

And any critique fails to reach anyone... the ultimate in 'posttruth' nothing.. 

But i know a story with real emotion.... real life....years of it, real heartstopping stuff... just for now part one:

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/amen.html

And it is all linked: the 100% acedia of even the churchwoman whom upon meeting her two years ago says  "the elders used me abused me smashed me to bits and then cancelled me.." 

" ohh really....so they would be of the same little county as the ones who did the same to my daughter....  so we have shared tyranny shared oppression in our backgrounds..i see the photos of you online before and after..i can SEE how they BODILY ate you alive.....  we are allies even if i am tougher than you are meant to be intelligent.... so the one thing above all i wish is for you to live so that maybe one day you may tell that story to her..... she needs to know....  for her sake...just how evil and backwards that little mason infested dump is...  so you can tell her...no point her hearing it from me.. rightly she will only believe the words of a fellow babe.... will you one day do so perhaps for..not me, her.."

"of course.... and we both kindof got cancelled for..our words.."

Righty ho kairos and you NEVER know....

 when the 'energy' comes good or (what was the word i heard the other day..... ? it's one of this Narniac words about all is yummy.....cacaista, fancy dungarista words.....i forget for now...)

That you won't get from any reiki Mistress or pisstakin'  so called best artist...

(i haven't forgetten him.... nor his Kurteeny...as it really is also THE one thing i needed to hear with my own ears:  " ohhh ive just got back from my shamanism workshop..."  i mean even the English Public Schoolgirl laughed..later... when she should have to her lined and sour Rachman Landlordess face...) 

So you never know when you feel 95% mojo as i always do every day for years at dawn..maybe excepting just a few, you can hear soon...

or 100%

And despite a night at the worst atch of white van building men, jealous of them with the compulsory great big pickup..

mojo, 110.

And there are SO many small chippy vidclips from a whole year but my illness is when as i do i have to retain ALL trains of thought in memory - not even enough time to keep a 'matrix' of whats said when and whether its been uploaded or note form drafted...

I forget after about 3 days what is said where (and there is a REAL LIFE ongoing riff, too... much of which is relevant and rather fun) and thus must either listen again to my own video clips - not fun, before uploading or wing it trying to remember whats been uploaded and what said..

but of course i missrecall and so some jotting assumes you the poor reader i wish only to blow your fuse,too.... i may discombobulate with things referred to that haven't yet even been shared with youtoo...

But so what you're so dumbed down you don't even want to pay for something (especially Substack though i cannot know who listens -  all i do know is that nobody pays..in respect of the Poland offering the reason you'll be fried

 one day and you won't even know why... thats no way to die!

i am the lucky one, mine, i shall understand every last breath..

as i did the real last-breath work long ago)

Anyway esteem is when all you care about is some twee lovely yummy artistic flow... which requires other clips around or aside  some bigjobs ...and it's impossible thus far to even begin to do all you plan, and all is ruined by chucking in a scattergun of just a few

But then i konow what the bigger picture is, and is also in my can...

what the hell i no longer give a damn

but do try...

always, no excuse...

well, ten years one....

lo9ng ago i knew every single second that can be saved..

but til this summer didnt know quite how awful the fake vanmen weretoo...

in a bit himtoo....

soon

though i needn't really cross-matric evidence...

I just know nobody CAN broadcast even simple frugal thrifty, sense...

So you can have part one a bit later

oops ... missed MANY bits...

 but just for now..

You can't have it both ways.

Or in the case of Mister Sikorski almost three..

Born within a year of me

His VERY VERY English education...he must have had a TV

Now, anyone with the vaguest memory of all those films and pictures... 1973

and on: real film not made up absurdism of whatsisface Emir or some other self promotor ... 70s 80s acid rain ruining half of Europe... (said to start in UK pipes?)

 https://nilu.com/2015/12/an-acidic-start-climate-debate-in-the-70s/

Rarely off our television... every single numbskull even in Bullingdon Club Tv lounge... well aware.

SO Mister Sikorsky tells us Russia wasn't all oppressive and Ivan Denisovic...

 comming from him all a bit rich

IN that well known to ANYone landloping around Lower Poland...

Especially meanderin' from,  about a naughty mile up above

The filth and smoke from Katovice...  

an area of many 100 sq killermetre

(why arent there any photos? even if i dont have time to dig too deep..  

Silesia ...on a nice day.... )

so you're the number one polluter by far of jolly old Europe.

And jolly old Stalin or his successors didnt have your digits  in the Soviet thumb- screw....

funny that..ive never heard one Pole ever take any responsibility...  for their choice, fuck you...

The moral of the story however (maybe even now) is that the truest most sane and enlightened beautiful truth ...number SIX on top of the English Pops....

always comes from the worst of places

Henryk's lungs so badly fucked by their selfinflicted worst ever air pollution...

He's got to hire in some English babe.. to articulate it instead, ten times better than even that fake fancy Callas, 

(from the country where all of Pornhub supplies the 'data': only thing turns em on bein'  up the ass)

All that lead gone and screwed up their heads..

Bet in Poland they dubbed in some awful man

conducting some poor innocent peasant Amish

(the one i couldnt find)

what to do with HER blueline, wombly newlife symphony

when English beery blokes,  even Scunthorpian steelworkers  by late 1970

knew "her business ONLY, not one even thought or  opinion  again ever comes from me"

Anywhere where was i i bet it never even got into their charts..

one of the greatest ever pieces of art

In fact almost... about, Sikorski  also alongside his Mister Johnson...

...sticking it up the snout

And the true tragedy...no one's told him.... 

Ehh even here that's nothing to overture about...

KIck them out of the EU, or rather swap their VERY dangerous place at that table with Serbia - at least they won't make up falsies...*

Righty ho time to get one last international matter out.. (unplanned only cos the battery voodoo says do it now while you can)

before the only stories left, long planned,  that may just tell truth that just maybe gets to one cold heart...

FREE substack audio about the REAL history of Europe.

You won't hear on so called 'Professor' Nail Fergie dotcome nor from mad sad Starkey ...

And certainly not from these absurd childmen

Poland... poor little bonkers lapdog; lapping up all the scraps from every ('all male') Bullingdon Club table it ever could, as it wants the full din dins, back.. behind closed doors.

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/poland-poor-little-bonkers-lapdog?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true 

* and if i were in charge i mean it, in that i doubt Serbia would lower itself to so many years of acting ...  the 'innocent'..or victim.

At least you know where you are with them, just listening to their homo-erotica - they big themselves up in the opposite direction to whom they really are..

...and in fact three years ago beginning to 'study' just who the hell are that lot? one finds indeed the history is littered with instances of them  - the Kindoms of Them Serbs...perhaps being the 'peacemaker' of that centuries long ranty region... 

Now if my material wasn't so criminally unlistened to - which makes me zen-happy and "centred" - poor thing doesnt get   the inverse law of good content: in a society 99.9% gone stupid, well.. of course theyre not going to flock to great real insight, from REAL 'lived experience' and thinking for onesself, and saying out loud what only Olivia (pics about 2 years ago) dared laugh in perfect harmony, with... about her muvvaland ......  3000 'friends' are sadly the lot that cannot...think. And just join, in with any old shamanian Narniac nonsense...

ohh yes i want to go BACK!

if the rightful audience was found for the above - millions! i would demand as payment, well lets start up a petition: 

Don't BLOCK them any more, accession NOW !....  

we need them, far more than dodgy Poland in fact maybe we need them in the EU to deal with dodgy Poland...slap em down ... some real no nonsense "warrioring" as ww3 i bet my last reader left, will arise right there... if poor little Sikorski has his Bullingdon way... (after all they all crashed and burned, why not him..)

 and then i could get my red passport back as rightful PR supremo of pure PR and national 'hero'... and none of that pesky language test barrier for us paupers without the Golden Visa the Yanks can now all afford and invade the BBC working for them (Start the Week yestermorn out of four speakers at least three!) despite never ever knowing what our language was sometimes 'less is more'....etc... (more on this later)  ...even she said she doesn't speak it fully any more... and it made me sad

Not as sad as the idea of a blue one next time with HIS paedo coat of Arms on the front

even if one must NEVER hint at pedernastiness without 100%  fully frontal evidence caught on CCTV ... or reliable witness...es

Which in UK is like saying ehhh... find someone in HAtesville who has NOT had their bananas spiked with some twats designer drugs just for fun.... or because he knows 'best'... 

impossible so i withdraw that one comment... only...despite being  wise enough to know that there was someone just as bad as their mate Bri....an Italian....  i had to try one last warning.....  they were all a 'mate' of him...

But no one cared about him, as he found the fucked up underage junky Sloanes...  and fed them back to the party people... in their own Kensington, homes... that's called being a 'party organiser' or even impresario

double standards, there we go... furthermore no Sloane worth half her Priory subscription

 is going to talk about her abused past, and make a commotion...

 

The centred-zenniness is inferkinscrutable..

 And why one must every day in wintertime well before dawn

(as its so weirdly always warm)

put on ones dancing shoes and pivot twist and generally go with every electron's flow..

And occasionally just SO

methodically prepare for a day when THIS old shitty thing will for certain only battery-last fourty five minutes at best..

(even todays lovely warm mizzle, hiding me in this horrid builders corner)

So, rarely run the engine at wellbefore so as to top up old battery

warming it and the shittop up...

maybe i shall get a second go...another half an hour

then off i must go

to the house of moaning about some or other label 

society could never afford to  individually analyse and times table:

you get three times more 'personal' tuition at this table

meant for the adults needing quiet, so as to keep food on their table

as there's NO 'safety net' 

any fool believing that lanyard, should a real education go and get

Anyway methodical forward planning  to stroke and be nice to every slightest useful electron

THE dance since dawn (will be shown soon - i tried thistersummer but.. well thats someone else's story she'll never tell)

And then not scrutable, not to any well known tried and tested plan.

The bloody battery last three hours, 

that's not fair, I'm entitled to my frenetic tiring daily dance!

to just get one word out makes any sense....

And when ive had enough of ANYthing new 

Bloody thing goes and does what it promises it will do.

LAsts three hours....

so boring, so even more infuriating...

As a real man learns, never believe one word

unfortunately, sadly...as you can't ever do 'owt unless at least a small herd

75% of whom must be "bird" 

As we knew in environmental circles fourty years ago

Even if then only fifty fifty necessary...*

as almost all were esteemed quite quite equally

(*obviously going to REAl environmentally necessary chats with farmers or fat Audi 4 ring emblazoned councilors, who own the 'environment'; around and abuse it for grants

  - no Green Party towny EVER dares to do....if at least half the nice sweet war party is female then the tone of the battle will be actually calmer and may even succeed when man-on-men never does...  unless of course one is dealing with her the Queen of Eywood fake green grant grabbin' ... there is no word that can sum up her totality 

just jealousy..

of everyone, she could never be...

blesserr.... Hemel Hempstead obsessively claimed chocolate bar 'on expenses' ....to claim back the VAT

And all her life nothing changed..

despite owning THE most sublime gorgeous parkland and even real nature reserved for just us..

or at least ownin it by proxy... her maybe the exception that proves the rule: every woman ever crossed her path... even The actual owners lardarse fast driving [despite the signs: "CHILDEN PLAYING MAX 5MPH" ]... 

'carer' ... wife

daggers drawn....   must have so so hated her so called sisterhood

In that one instance, maybe 3 men to one her may have just about done some smallest good.

..i am unsuable and very scrutable: quite a few films of her....zooming in to our childrens' playpark... even after dark, when the small ones may have been lost or crawling...dad drunk...  until 2020 he stopped that habit and became extremely silverlined human.. i cant be bothered to parenthesise a second more.[ her words sadly used only to confound and fabulist.. a once good mind, descended into just taking the piss] ..not one worth one millisecond of my actual daily dance

So yes in a very very lovely old Woodlanders place..

A hundred years of no gentrification lost to wilderness 

(and 20 metre high ancient clematis)

as soon as she arrives - 'carer'

advertised, bumper stickers...

the true salt of the earth locally

Every word out of her vciscious little mouth

" when i am at work in the caring capacity.. up half the night, Florence Nightly, me.... "

Funny thing is seven or eight years of quite a few madmen in and out

(oh yes Claire the other one.... expressing her 'emotion' with her right foot....funny that the one who gossipped about everyone else)

But the one who disregarded our lovely large old signage

" 5 mph pretty please...  so they can get to be your age"

(dark, no lighting.... extreme swamp like slippy moss and underfoot foliage)

is the one who came in and said ' i think things need improving ... modernising

a bit round here... and her the boss at the moment...well.. lets see about that .... ohh must dash ive someone to go and CARE for... ")

As we all knew...but couldn't say... you can't accuse a younger CARER woman of being the one whom cares less than everyone put together in a so so quiet and remote palace

where there's no reason to dash around so fast its a miracle that...

to be cont

but every word here is actually backed up and backupable with ... full double backed up diligently digital..proof

NOT to tell tales i don't really believe in that

But i do believe in time immemorial ok culture from the heart

about reality

(as they eulogise Burton today on Today...;.   sorry every bloke livin' in Wales North or South...

knew that the 'crow black' 

was from the beer causing punch to  eye or mouth)

Moral of the story, sucker English always  believed any old faery tail...

or as the Portuguese said centuries ago

"for the English to see.."

meaning as long as the picket fence has a fresh coat of glossy paint, they don't even notice the rot underneath...

 

So, someone...

 ...said "keep the [newish works fab, simpler] laptop.."

(all i should really care about is turning this wonderful hottest ever summer into a flowey road trip, on the only drug that ever worked..) 

And then there are the "trainings"... his #vanlife videos are EVEN worse - i sat and tortured myself lastereve watching her give someone 'breathing' lessons over her zoom, sat in his absurd bourgeois moaning he-child van...

It is bizarre that she - Ms " now today where can i wash my hair" met up with and didn't remain allied to...him...

I shall come back to that soon.

Not that there is any hope in that they have all been gobbled up by the worst wordings in history..

there is no turning back from them.

And you lapped them up... just because they smile for a camera

Me i persist no matter what...

In fact there's the rub: there really are fewer pleasures more real and wholesome than  being tucked up early evening under a warm rug in a small cheap tin can ..even here by their likely pestilent river...

with not a care in the world, and being warm on as little as possible...

other than being warm in the summer sun in the actual real 'nature' spots off the beaten track which if you are anywhere near ANY 'track' in this PP means theyre all beating themselves up about blisters; and the blister on their finger endlessly jabbing at a device on their wrist if theyre richer and showyoffer.. when it doesnt tell them where they are or misses some chunk of steps off their counter..

All i know is that endless failure is the truest  mind altering magic

mushroom free

key to sanity...

But that one: a summer dedicated mainly to 'empowering' ..   hmm what are their other nonwords that must have a lanyard, and a compulsory water bottle thrust out front (EVEN still this weekend gone and even in this dumptown IN the rain.. the way they swish their piece of coloured plastic as if to say i am so so complete all i need is this, when in fact hottest midsummer ever i dont believe i allowed any portable water wasting space in my bootcamp.. )

Now this is a comedy.

But tragedy is when .....  she should....she could.... 

But stopped.

And the bootcamp groomings and abuse  did actually work!

(link to one of your smiley blokes supposedly in a van every other joke is undermining his woman passenger ok she should be for bimbo qualities but thats not going to work i know how to properly elevate a woman to her rightful equal ability with the pen is mightier than the sword... especially if one is female as good job i remembered that, ONLY a woman has the 'voice' the 'floor'  the POWER in the 'public conversation' for some years now...

we are talking about the REAL version of the floor not that made up by BBC or some absurd moaning Divina or Diva

This is a full essay SO many times given as all essays are, for free, face to face on manoeuvres..

They kind of agree in fact it's the only one where i shut them the fuck up most successfully: "  what with Saville,  Nigel [the dumbed down pick on, when in fact it was the REAL power and money: James Goldsmith, Tiny Dick Rowland and a few other alienated non Bullingdon club members who started BREXIT decades before] , Dominic [ interesting how he went meek after being arguably most powerful man in politics as their fixer]... add in Wayne Cousens, ohh yes Harvey... Tate and Brand... one should say in the same breath as Christianity is just as Miss Oh Jennyal... ehh all the actual paedo priests... which may be a different number than the alleged, in this land of ....well we heard in the pub the words of a senior and lovely [he was tested]  Oxford Dean, how his underlings in your Heroically Unhealthy service made a career out of false allegations and payoffs....  

but all the FACTS are irrelevant all that matters is where the public is at any one time (which is all government is, waging that war....interesting factoid for the silly Nouvea Farragians in that every  Western country in the world probably many less 'developed' too depends on 'government' for 40-50% of their GDP... even in silly Muskian lands of nutcase smiles.... so in short the 'public sector' is all you have got between a stableish bankrupt society and one which if it loses a mere few percent of its GDP goes into debt-=spiral free fall and ends up Argentina ... ) 

Anyway "only women have THE voice... "  obviously not entirely true prima facie, but in real facias  if one takes note of 'issues' over the last decade ... if a man is 'passionate' about that issue in public the whole zeitgeist does unconsciously assume he will get his axe out, or Waynies warrant card,  if he doesnt get his way... whereas a woman if she is passionate in public about some issue  quite often she does in fact get her way..

(case in point the recent suggested rolling back of the 1989 Children's Act...  not actually based on reliable across the board 'data' their fave word...but nobody dare state in public she's got a bit of an itch where it hurts....but that is a bad example - many new 'legal' single-issue campaigns are started up by females  its quite extraordinary...  if Farage had been bleating on about the poor Gurkhas   - poor as anyone wishing to live here rather than there has a definite mental illness needing repatriation.... rather than sexy Joanna... it wouldnt have changed...) 

Or maybe  better case in point, if some lad from the slums of kabul with only one leg the other one gone the way of the failed Diana initiative...

was campaigning  very very rantily for  "a [NEW] leg for a leg... and you let the mines back in so you need to pay up" most would ignore him whereas if and when the only fine woman starts to rant about " [hey cunts you missed my other eye still works]...  ands we need girls education..." quite rightly the gets a Noble and millions of gift aid..(even if i bet she doesnt realise if you take your good eye off the ball for one second... how the 'charity' money is used...  well you end up a con artist like Camilla Batwoman Gelish... [and thats not picking on Iranian brownies as i already in auydios refer to her FAR more adept Big Sisters who took over gradually the 'charities' of hide-away-in-Herefordshire and con everyone as the inspectors rarely make it over that far from London....

theyre far cleverer... every single one a whitey, and sadly female...

which would EMBARASS metoo (to quote SHE of a few days back) if i were one...

 

But all of this is irrelevant - it's an observable fact and quite verifiable that a woman who is  speaking up in public (and secretaries were invented centuries ago to deal with dogdirt stuck through the letterbox of any public figure spouting uncomfy truths) especially on local parish councils or as mayor  and in Parliament.. gets more soft subtle 'traction'  and often especially in mainstream media gets more RESPECTFUL airtime...

And writing REALLY shit books like Brick Lane or the endless diaspora utter nonsense made up nonsense being i slept with plenty of diaspora in my 20s being a real diaspora fetishist...  and not one actually cared about their relatives or the past or their 'identity' they wanted civilised better educated modern meat who could read his Russians or had a good record collection of all the great female folkies AND punks too... anyway all that dogdirt antiliterature nonsense (as i am quite sure the Hungarians will be as only the self-pity version of the 'immigrant' is allowed in UK when i know many and they are all JUST as sharp elbowed vicious as the host pop... thats why they CAME here for fux sake...and to create a theme park around them, does THEM far more harm indeed as the hosts... )

So not only do they try and argue with absolute categorical reasonable fact that a woman more or less only has certainly an easier journey with her voice if she has anything interesting to say

(our this summer cowritten piece on sunshine well if a bloke had written that, as i did.. people would spit...and accuse me of being in league with the local cancer centre... whereas a female writer...people listen and read.... and dont spit...)

Thats all mere fact.  Foolery is to argue it as they still want to; real foolery is as a bloke not to have accepted the above YEARS ago... and act: to merely head out often daily for ten years and try and encourage women to do something with their absolute cast iron fact of  power...

Even Horrorfordshire its hilarious - one of the most awful counties on the planet a high remaining quotient of redneckery...

For at least a decade in fact nearer 15 years anyone living there knew THE 'voices' in local politics who had the most power (especially in local media) were almost all female... the candidates by 2015 and 2020 almost all female ..

everyone hated the local Tory MP except actual Tory members ...

And ok everyone should have hated the local 'Green' party county councillor as she was just as corrupt behind her smiley face..

And nobody laughed at the most conartist Greenparty local smalltown 'mayor' ever when she ran away crying  after doing nothing.. except invent 'limes disease'  as a really great sounding excuse for DOing nothing..

Funny that how it so so improved such that they could buy a huge new horsebox to go camping in.... when she was no longer in the tough job of trying to change things just a bit in Bullnecksville...

Anyway only a true fool doesnt accept 100% reality.... AS ABOVE

pretty much only the female voice is really listened to for some years....

so for some years i attempt ONLY to bolster that...

Only...almost full time for several years... unpaid

And yet they still.... ???? 

At least she didnt fight that one....  but i failed: she stopped using her fine real voice... one that could have gone further...

Especially after such good teachings...on how to live so ULTRA simply...  and how simplicity is relatively so  godly its daft..

(and seeing how the arch bishop should have been 

was just SO horribly MEAN..)

That at least she could not fake...

And i never fake, lament... almost the ultimate...  that shetoo just... doesn't believe in herself, when shetoo knew she could just rattle off a poem just like that....