The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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as none of those blokes ever read anything (the latest Martínnonsense about a fantasy version of 'indigenous'
super heroes who had such true zen they ...well if one reads Uttermost...
a believable book, as Lucas had no agenda or girly fanbase who would come to his towny booksignigns in a town
he spent most of his life in, conning the world he had some 'natural' wisdomtoo
there were plenty of rather not so 'natural wisdom' lovely practices that did need
to be forgotten about as a rather wonky interpretation of reality
such as girls are spiritually better off without a clit, to name one of many
never mind the most beautiful little noman book for years
quite rightly he knows why he needs to develop a symbolic eating disorder
some stupid academic i am sure reads something other into it
other than "what a palaver, all of you..".
but i assume the little matter of all the birds around his runaways hideout,
making a quick snack via his catapult, is scientifically robust - when the shit hits the fan
nature gets it, and is gone
for good... even if a nice nature dwelling African hero
and no voodoo is going to deal with actual reality, the bit that matters
people are prejudiced... and nature always ends up...eaten
)
why of course they can't smell the lacuna between the words that may hold other realities
or even understand that one story may just be telling another by proxy
anyway all i care about is, did the writers of the leaden one - top of the screamy pops, ponder how wonderfully word-picture, for all sorts of eventualities their word picture made 1969 was and still is..?
Did they almost plannit that way..?
great art
at full throat...
I doubt it really, as the culture then wasn't what it SHOULD have become by now as noncynics do know that there was much progress made even in the 80s...
Even the halfbreed half yank, half Van, rightly speaks of her salt-of-the-earthy 80s teenagehood
And also knows we do only have one planet ... no matter what nonsense her half countrymen may con everyone
(but i don't like it even her....even her....there is no hope... " immigrant crime wave.." ...really? ..data... factsplease... amortised relativised...
proportionate
Anyway i am only interested in how can one get some super simple
Oooh thats an unintended double entendre or three..
They arrived, well 'over the hill'.... into even MY hills
They of course never Rambled On up....
Most of them would use some excuse of a gammy leg got when they were off motorbike scrambling on a 'journey' retracing the 'journey' in the only movie they ever watched their dreadful Withnail...
So yes setting up gradually on public money the worst gigs ever in history - so as to showcase something they may have once performed forty years ago in some dull little pub up Portobello, and then they (corporately) realised something....
They didnt quite have the wordprocessing skills to dig away under the foundations of the locals next door, by grabbing the grant money....
and so little of it...
And how at least one of their ragbag maybe even ex girlfriends....
had once worked in an office....
And therein begins the story, nobody else will tell you, of why...
Well the Wyetoo.... but all of it - every smallest colonised and invaded and gentrified bit of the land - the real version that was once secure from invasion except the odd ex office worker, managed to sub the family allowance stealing from her boss...
Thats the glory
in their story
Never mind symbolising a whole con (" well it was a 'spiritual quest' so i am immune from your nasty little truthbombs, Chloe..")
It symbolises so so so much more... and someone didn't maybe understand, just how almost privileged one was to have almost a ringside seat... to the story that almost does explain why so many (i don't speak with them any more even that one great-vibe one tells me a few days ago shetoo is 'depressed', and she has a lovely baby, and posture ) yes are fractured...cracked up... by their accounts sick...
Anyway its the blokes.... they started it as i sat like Buddah in a million square foot mountain top cell up in the hills and watched them invade...
All the same...all the same poised moron look painted on ..
well i never we will be for once only a bit Will Self ..ish...
it being selfish to use words that nobody you would want to read your memoirs understands, eccedentesiast.
a word for YAnks...
but in the great nuanced word picture of real life they are often armed under their armour - the great body neurotics of the world it being illegal in many states to show your own tits to your own back garden or your underwear...
Never mind so obsessively sock wearing in summer even if the British take some beating
smiling just before they shoot you for wearing real shorts which show most of your leg..
whereas of course the British version, whist unarmed is rather more 'armful....
Maybe i now realise...
At least you know exactly where you are with a yank (good thing the way they are now at least 30 nearing 40% of public policy broadcasting in UK)
Utterly barefaced only about them even when they broadcast words illegal in UK as triggering of something, not right, on Start The Week a few weeks back " for the common good" - problem is you have to know what the definition is....
And it starts at home.
But thats at least 3 months of assaying away ...
the blokes.
Soon.
Ohh mustnt forget in a land where all they read is Karenina rather than MAster T's superb Resurrection (minus the last few pages whatever you do!) which is about nuance plus...and Rupert The Bear..
They don't understand that one may be jokingly referring to some silly nearer by examples merely as an explanation for behaviours in places where one really was perplexed for so long just how ridiculously self obsessed, neurotic, sort of Rupert-overdosed-on-Royal-jelly - that was a thing..... a kind of expensive thing masquerading as something when all it was was just some psychosomatic buzz for those who can only get a buzz off things they think are quite expensive even if they never mention that as they dont actually know thats the subconscious process... their girlfriend anyway now does a royal mint in selling con products so that Rupe doesnt need to bother any more..
which became the story of the once simple aside-lands...
Thing is when they are the very least interesting people in the universe... if anyone even thought some off the cuff remark may be in reference to them or some image used merely as universal example of everyone else, when as stated the least interesting person in any possible many world universes
they think of course you are referring to them.... by default. And hate that...
funny world... most would of course pretend they know what the First Amendment even is... having once been to Disneyworld...
Anyway the end... as they are!
Thing is.... there are several almost 'new' kids on the block - several women rather high powered who really are having a go at femalehood - like really sticking the stillleto in the back... using so many pathological phrases and accusations....
using psychobabble
which is one way of looking at it....
But i don't think the most helpful....
useful...utilitarian...from which society can really learn and maybe itzy witzy roll back into something just a tad more thoughtful..
Now, all, well nearly all so called musicians are thick.
Period.
Always have been always will be.
A few notable exceptions, already noted but you'll have to start at the beginning of time, earlyish 2023, and wade through so much deep space time that is actually useful and purposy, it's daft.
I had no idea if you just let go, the faeries - or to use the regional generic wish-list terminal terminology, 'selkies', as they all think they are still sylvan nymphs with intactustoo, and 17 when in fact theyre at the age of real desire, as long as they can actually spell authentic, and also 'think-for-oneself', and stick by them thoughts, which can only begin roughly around 52 as we all wobble at fifty, when all they ever do is figure the sneakiest tactics to get one over on the mindfulness operation next door up all night trying to out-mindfield, the rest of the street... (otherwise known as a 3 tril in debt 'service' economy, even if it's a bit more subtly nuanced and discombobbed than that, and there was a time when one would have hoped that one musicians may have meant rather more by their word pictures, even the one great one about lead - indeed lead and puppetry unless you can think for yourself)
Now.. the most coercively controlled, extreme violence, of the few who could, that was such ball twisting abuse of all cultural norm in all cultures especially Norm's with his spray on sweaty armpits and axe, who certainly couldn't begin to think there may be missing bits between the plucks...
called lacunae....
the rest of the 'story' that one must figure for onesself - wrong way of putting it, but you sure know they HAVE one - a rich real-woman, indeed as pure equalacist and all humans are equal or should have been after Millicent came along in 1963ish and made it clear they can be just as corey, and funny too.... and all other cultural appropriations, of falsies, are crass ...
Anyway rarely does one want to know the rest of the story ... and know there is one...
or want to actually be there, sat at the same table between 'them', him one assumes playing footsie under the table...reminding her, "say what you mean and mean it too tart, you said 'keep your distance'...." and as one would have liked to stick one of those broken glasses in someones eye as a word picture to make a pointy one...
'dont tell people what to think in your stories and writings..oops i forgot you don't you're a goodun too.... as good as the perfect writers who had a brain, maybe even three on the same page - collaborating on it proving three geniuses are indeed equal to four or maybe five if working together, propper.."
Anyway...you have to take the third greatest screamy performance in history, which also proves a point that not only do the 'diversity' hires.... fail.
And i say that having had a ratio of ten black babes on my turntable over some thirty years before it was stolen in Hay-on-Wye 2010 of all places by a typical local - man.... they dress up like him....
Well it started about 40 years ago, the extremely small dribble of hims, but 18 or 19 years ago (as they relaxed planning lore) suddenly became a flood, all the same, they'd loitered around Portobello or even worse Dudley pretending it was the Portobello of the 'Black Country' cos it had two second hand record shops instead of the one pawn, the norm elsewhere, for thirty years and having pissed off the local drug dealers as they never quite knew what they wanted or who to be, a full on junky or secret sniffer, secretively...
And fair dinkum to evil drug dealers they have human rights, too, the main one that keeps you alive, and just about sane despite the wares on sale, being consistency, of supply, and demand!
oops bit of a tangent there even if no, it is 'the'story of the land...
I'm only really interested in what happened to the aside places - the land - in regions where it's average 15 humans per square km or less - that's called the real 'countryside'
And we - the few struggling on there living a very simple life knowing that Walden was a showoff, confected showbiz thing as only living nowhere... with no neighbours and certainly no sane neighbours as IAI tv was the only one, before he and his hotpanted diversity hire (youth 'experience', such a bad one poor woman - why of course she couldn't manage her landman... despite sucking up to his then 10 year old daughter and even a ferrit once) had even dreamed up the tv bit...
Anyway yes years of nobody nowhere -above the actual 'snowline' in average winters, well for a few weeks. Persisting a never heated old dump...one loved for its nothing ness...
(yes remember that line of course one can't talk to any Swesterner as saying " ive never even had central heating ever AND lived in very cold relatively alpine old unmodernised dumps...and loved every second of not having to waste one on Mister Lewises showoff uswitch to Moneysave... or whatever the selkies are addicted to" they simply don't know that language and thus assume you are a mad stone age dervish rather than smarter than them...as you ONLY persist through the worst of times, and even abundantly flourish with plenitude, of mind, when you have nothing.... their stupid shrinks wont be able to tell them either...
as they can't make any dosh out of most wonkiness is due to choice... and the cure is knowing the only one you have so its not even a choice any more...
where was i third best screamy one
Even if only the first one is in the slightest bit any good
despite being white
****
But then the first and last
" ok David.... ok i MIGHT..... as i was always authentic well i know don't matter a few decades..i know i can still do it and always will.....but there's terms and conditions, as a son of biological scientists i trust you... first rider in the contract, i ain't even going to look at him..as long as i only have to look at you......in fact he mustnt even be on the same stage as us..he's just a themtoo..... and then i shall put in a special bit at three minutes and eight, an expression, wordless.... that is between you and me wink wink, interpreting what i have discovered in life a life of authenticity, that all architects are vile throwup..
"whatever is the in buzzword for what's up there as a charater trait, beyond actual Broadmoor-worthy actual narcissistic, that makes-Don-look mindful - of others, self obsessed Messianic psychopath who have ruined all of humanity, . the worst always were always will be and even ones who do a few years at architect playgroup like your so called leader Roger well i should have known thats why he never paid me for not just cowriting it...but embodying being all of it - BEing it, pissing it out of my gusset...
"squirting it.... .authetntically....
" i mean the royalties from the funeral homes alone, that likely paid his kids private school fees [bet they were no time to hunt em down, or rather, the truth] ... I mean poor India a superbimbo - as we in the 80s knew ALL so called 'models' are will be and forever and ever amen.... and then men got into that gigtoo...."
(Clare Torry settled her 2004 lawsuit against Pink Floyd and EMI out of court in 2005 for an undisclosed monetary sum. The landmark agreement officially credited her as co-author alongside keyboardist Richard Wright for the vocal composition on "The Great Gig in the Sky)
Anyway i am so so so distracted, by the lead....
Or have been since i was doing just ok truly deep diving into winter the real version not their dreadful Winterings...
The one where rest and longer nights are there to be taken and used, for what 'nature' intended- restoring ones frequential vibratory systems nobody can understand as there's an extra dimension - that pesky authenticity, so one can bounce a bit more..
in the right direction. There was only ever one....
Anyway back to the point i shall possibly forget so rattle it out quick first draft even if the lead i guess got metoo...
Anton should mate with Sabine.
Or rather as in Uttermost Part... she should take him under her older wiser and far sexier wing (until she started to put on makeup about a year or so back ohh woe is she) and show him the ropes...
"anton... kick back... smile a real smile that comes from core-ful cheekiness.... engage more, and tell them a simpler deeper truth....ok i am still learning myself having branded self as Ms Sexy Fizzy thing.... " as.....all sane people have known for at least since the age of about Einstein.... well, it's quite likely all of it is hokum... ok we can say 'Newtonian Physics works' which is how silly space cadets get rich; and also how we can waste so much wireless time on the dullest proof of failure, ever, this spring ....i mean its a hell of a long time fifty odd years between the last tourist trip to their moon, and the next... when you do the snippets on ' a recent meta study questioning the best 1600 physicists in the world who also get paid to be ones rather than fatty McGilchrist who thinks he knows anything, never mind the voodoo merchants starting with now discredited, rather, Deepak, who one assumes wont be selling any books either unless they are all so stupid they dont know that anyone else who is joint-enterprise criminal embezzler to the embezzlerdiste... is a not very nice person and maybe crossed the line so bad its kindof weird they didnt end up in the slammer in fact as even paying back what you nicked usually still means you are nicked...Anyway when half of the world brains suggest they think The Lambda Cold Dark Matter (ΛCDM) model is the standard mathematical framework of Big Bang cosmology. is as likely to be voodoo as
this one certainly is
[file 30 may, moto]... well what you say is ... smilingly and you put your feet up on the desk and slowly unwrap a cigar - most architects thought they made you a man... you you pull on it very slowly... blow a ring up..PAUSE... and say there was that book i think edited by Gell-Man i cant remember in my library i will never see again due gibbers and no-idea-what-they-want-nots ... about 98 he tabulated the views of the top physicists of the day and the majority said voodoo as The MAtrix was out and so dire they hadnt recovered from its mindfuloflessness yet .... so they said a reality is a 'simulation' .... in other words for decades now the actually honest ones have said we havent a clue what 'reality' is fizzics wise, and therein lies freedom...from all the absurd hype men who for fifty years think they are godlike with their theories they dont admit are just theories... indeed its TRULY mindful ... knowing that in fact nothing has actually really happened for fifty years....
and they know nothing.... which is gorgeous!!! "
(ahhahh i love science raised myself on Horizon and Time Life books, SO, after first wondering, then.... i would learn.. that humans get so much wrong! which is gorgeous scientific materialist freedom - science being every few years the old theories are as right-on as a Clash record and their performers last even less time....so often almost always great new science ..well it isn't time-tells-tales on...
.. but there's something even better than all physics being as dodgy a bigged-up scam as all of 'spirituality' or shamaniac nutjobbery... to be cont...)
anyway that bottled blondie who really did get to the .... meat and two veg of it embodying
likely in hear ultimate embodyate death scream likely from the pain of all that hairdye i bet the architect MADE her lash on, that hurts....
(as we had so artsitically and scientifically confirmed by the females of the two sexes, in the still not finished page https://www.ralphschism.com/p/mm.html )
proving if you have something to share with the world, two minutes in, and believe that your version is gonna be better than any other old hires.... ....go ALL the way....
Even if recent studies have only confirmed one confirmation bias....
Just how stupid and fattist (drunkist too), that night when the only one ever who kept it up always into her late 60s...
proves that whitey is always faking -is in some ranty or contractual tizz ...
about what only one babe had in every starr spangled sequin, always...
soul
despite when i rejected her just her and i, a small dump bar.... and her in a state i could have 'taken advantage' asking for me eye to eye, hers a bit unable to focus.... a dance...
i keep to my principles
ALWAYS
no fatties..... never mind dancing is only for children...
But fat is something that can indeed change.... or at least end up being met half way.
As she obviously did.... even well into her sixties.
wow....stop the presses even if almost all so called original material material is just a rip off of the fine work the brave men (it was always) with their tape recorders did decades before...
'NO VIEWS' which means as i always knew the world is very stupid and has even worse taste and understanding of the sublime crossed with a true babe...
there being so few
As my record player got very very bored of her on repeat for years....
have we new Carmen or some rehash who knows but i know where her intermittently chubby daughter stole it from....
"what is reality" fatty Mcgilchrest... sure wont ever know as i bet he can't prove in reality which 'side' of his right or leftie ... a tear really comes from
ahh no more battery ....
and so discombobulated and so many half writs, in the drafts for some months
Well, as even then they couldn't sit still with a good'un for hours or even days, or even just a few hours with a perfect, simply perfect, truly salutary tale of how to live on, a bit....and how ALL status vehicles - even their showoff antique sledge,
in the hands of the show off, needing to express emotion via something external rather than just go for endless, without end, hilly meanders on the landlope, are a lesson in life, on how to actually live....
And despite all the 100 years solitude caused by the endless moaning merely cat-fight jealousy that nobody got such a wonderful one out as her, so blame it on the men or someone else ... or a some assumption... well, one great mind, once, got it all in to about the right nuance .... and balance - or even lack of, and cause and effect...
So yes to quote the usual showoff tv man Mister Herridge, who didnt shut the ferkup for a few decades until he had something original to say....
even if the sincerity of nobody cared about the fact that Miles had rather a bullneck, of either hue, even that age....
and thus suffered for his actual 'art' unlike about two generations of late ....
"There are many ways of telling a story"
Never mind even if I never say so what, as when the real story began twenty two years ago, of them...endlessly, well... ok ....
With those truly one dimensional Mister walker user-men, all around.... who then transmoggyfied into the kiddults...
Well, of course ....
music is utterly inadequate when it comes to telling a 'story' - the Walker men wouldn't know as they all became onedimensionalates, too mainly cos of the wrong shit musac, that is merely some sort of sugar coated mirror which was so badly made you couldnt actually see any kind of real reflection, all those 'filter's hiding behind showoff car windscreens...
probably on balance worse than Will's show-off drugs that pickled his brain so much - in fact its rare that a once junky doesn't return to a kind of normality, with appropriate hubris, and good salutary tales to tell.. and in fact MORE maturity from climbing out the other side of the really deep mineshaft of a hole that they almost always report was worth having fallen in as... they came out eventually, a bit deeper...
Unless of course their name was Tony-Blair's buddy, Bush...
No not The Bush..... the one who really couldn't speak at all bless im...
but then when you've spent the last two decades on 4 chan using big words so big that even quite literary minds have to scramble for the dictionary about once a minute of Will, well in fact you don't have to scramble for the dictionary as a real man learns some principles/values/habits - and sticks to them, that only really fucked up little unrecovered boys with un-dealt-with family or childhood 'issues' have to show off, even into their 60s, via using every big word ever invented, in public, to show off and thus...
guess what
not one word of anything they have ever tried to say will have been worth listening to in the first place, so don't bother...
Even if i did,try to trudge through his dead prose with nothing subtly interesting ever ever to say, just to prove the point
Anyway.... i gave IT a name, a good decade ago.
IT
... it sort of showed up i Bovary....
but then all the whole range of 90s and on things went into a higher gear ...
and you end up here
(no not me i am inoculated thats what hell does to you, for youy)
in the British public 'space' where everyone is so sick that
they can't for one second think of ANYone else ever and shut the fuck up about their top-of-voice sicknesses they perform top of their voices..
and that was just the 'blind' man. Who isn't actually we hear later on.
Indeed if someone could be bothered to put the sign in front of him within a metre under a bit of light, the one saying SHHHHHHH....shut the fuck up means YOUTOO
he could read it perfectly well.
Anyway this thing...
It is a word-picture.
Thing
Symbol
I saw it again this morn
At the perfect timing.
Anyway it needs to be described. I know the causes....(many of which he got into Affluenza) but as for the 'effects', ferk its hard to simplify it into even a few paragraphs. But they are clear as day - as they keep repeating, which just means they are ALL so boring...
copy-cat
never copy-right
Because even though the word isn't in my lexicon, that's of course something the narcissist (temp word awaiting a new one far more intelligent and actually empathetic as theyre all just pathetic, its not their fault), can't do....
Back to Tuesday, cont from the one the mad illiterate one that couldnt even dream of having ONE dimension for all their trillions as it put a perfectly nice little one behind a warning.
But it can have it's wonky little way
the rules of life are don'
t even bother complaining or appealing. That's whata real wo/man, IS. Knows they know where the line is.
++++++++++++++++++
cont....
" venus conjuncting with saturn, means be kind to everyone, today..."
Just the start. Hopkins, heroic Haidt..... to "Gabor is a slithery eel..... "
Anyway before i was so rudely interrupted by an interesting proof that sadly they have all been mentally disabled by your web - i don't use it other than to confirm my unbiased pre-web learnings that are splendidly balanced and sceptical and certainly un-officially'educated' (even if what a good start whoop whoop " that American is a venomous snake..." my my she's their regional cultural Joan of Arc, and a halfbreed too, even if only one half gets monetised, but anyway that's not very nice, top-of-voice, either, in their Temple)
Anyway, despite pretending to be trousered, for provocative something or other, way before dumbed down Daum and her like were even a trickle down their great grandaddy's inside leg,
one of the first greats, wrote great books about no sex acts, as no good mind speaks of them as they are boring to speak of, never mind write about, as its obvious Colette was at it with 'intentional' embodiment' from very young and rightly nobody should be interested - the great writers are 'above' lowering themselves into the mere mechanics or politics of what is just run of the mill, no jogging vest required...
...
ahahh reprise
only because
for whom sex is something that doesn't need to belong in any book or conversation as it's merely what you do whist figuring out if you have the same intellect, philosophy or scepticisme... between bouts of splendidly artistic ennui.
Anyway Wendy blesser comes along three quarters of a century after Ms Pantaloons and sticks her awe in bigtime, best ever raucus real version of the mess... really very rude ...
Writing and being publishedtoo, in a way no man would have been allowed. Then or now.
every purple shaded word and all the spaces between them drips with unfulfilled or even messily fulfilled erotic madness even sex crimes... and vicious double entendre
what a babe! even if the post-modern victimhood-their-only-currency brigade seems to have forgotten this little matter, of one of the best of sellers ...
Even if it Misses the point which is Colette evolved beyond unnecessary smut and titillation-smut three quarters of a C earlier.... that sex is something to do, alone, hidden from prying eyes, that's if there are no drones around....
Bella's dad didn't explain to her as he was too busy collecting really atrocious silly first-wave, foodie books via my bookshop 97ish to 9ish......
never mind something even worse, for his bedside from his own rag
(but a few years now of random nice inclusive chat and at least some have read it, not one noticed " did you notice that TWICE in her rather good oldschool pukka book avin' a go, at HER OWN PEOPLE.... she brutally attacked her OWN FATHER's newspaper.... ? thats a reasonably well esteemed lass... or maybe speaks of something else ? of course stupid ex private school interviewers dont ask her why... theyre too thick themselves to have noticed")
(merely my notepad, reminder to self find the simply genius bit demonstrating that punctuation matters and post modernism is for kids who's parents down Gwerk couldn't be bothered to learn 'em rite
“It opens up the text to multiple interpretations” is the student’s defense. Ginzburg then writes on the blackboard, “Pardon impossible to be executed.” She puts a comma after “pardon.” It then reads: “Pardon, impossible to be executed.” A student calls out, “He lives!” Placing the comma after “impossible,” it then reads, “Pardon impossible, to be executed.” Ginzburg asks the class, “Should the condemned man be executed on the strength of a comma?” The no-punctuation student replies,, “Could be either way, I suppose.” Ginzburg, a loyal Communist Party member who barely acknowledges the plots swirling about her, finds herself in this no man’s land of political “commas.” Watching a colleague dragged off by the authorities, she comments, “I’m sure they know what they are doing.”..)
(dozens of themes and bits n bobs half way through writing never mind hundreds of more interesting photos and filmbits three months in drafts here but then when a whole country became kiddult.... even if one must never blame individuals, my my they have a cause and effect... he stole ALL my oxygen and then there's..... and thus this time i am finished off forever and do wish it would have happened one lovely snug winters night winter gone...)
As is especially The Southern problem: if you butterfly from one padlock to another you'll never have the simple slowmotion time to peer inside the lock and even figure which category it's mechanism falls into.
I never knew just ..how...bad it was.... until.
As is writing something that isn't 'well written' 'elegant' rubbish - if you DO rreally care
about what you try and share
well at least it will be authentic.
Which often equals the elegant, in value even if in bimboese.
And CERTAINLY equals that written in show-off-ese, that has NOTHING ever to say about anything, such as as example to one's four kids, " so as to save the prime minister from any associative ricochet, i gobbled a ton of my illict drugs to hide them from the feds, which was the stupidest thing ever ever ever ever to do and as i am so stupid that i couldn't even use that as a salutary lesson in a story, for my kids - telling them just how near i would have been to actual death, amnd whatever YOU do kids don't ever do that! ... in fact you don't really even deserve to have been born, as a lesson to the world i was so rediculously show-off stupid then, as well as being a shit writer who only got jobs as the token junkie, ....never mind normally maturing or someone who has managed to grow up and be an adult rather than regressing to being an even worse kiddult with the most absurd performative laugh that has ever existed...."
Which is also the almost best example of the complete and utter whirwind of nothing ever worth even blowin a fart about that EVERYthing ever that came from London, or Down south, since Mary's mamma died for an actual worthy cause, worth moaning about, and would have actually warranted a slot on BBC Moaning Hour, who (to be cont)
Mary's mother died 11 days after giving birth to her. She was raised by her father, who provided her with a rich informal education, encouraging her to adhere to his own anarchist political theories.
Which is of course what being a real dad is, risky. I mean its possible or even 99.999999%% probable that she won't go and write the best book about prejudice almost ever, age eighteen....even if she couldnt knock up anything as monster-grotesque as Mister Self truth always being weirder than even her finest fiction; so it was at least 99% likely she will have to go and be a scrubber of something or other, when the whole world, especially London salon life, eschews her and derides her and cold shoulders her so she will be guaranteed a place in the poor house...
which one is quite sure all dad's horrid little [errata all is just infantilism mixed with ignorance and all can be grown out of probably not any more mind you)bourgeois girl friends said thought and that's before the vampiric aunts uncles and all the rest...
(to be cont, even down there at the other end of the earth, they fake their hermitude in 'wilderness' log cabins, for the Tube.... funny that when she keeps mentioning "community" just up the road gathering at the suburban campfire for ridiculous bottled beers and hugs when a minor 'natural' occurrence is faked as a disaster)
Now the one thing that someone who can spell the only word that matters, propriety, attempts to be claro on is the data.
Merely to simplify it into something bitesized for an occasional younger encounter - but in UK one must not even notice them unless a 'responsible' adult is around as witness' - this is not the case with European kids or younger adults - i try to tell them! their irresponsible adults) ;
"young sir my generation of which your mum all dressed up for a festival, when she probably spent the petrol money on some ridiculous soul nature wisdom weekend at a grand, is part of... we, including her soul - my age group, we are solely responsible, nobody else, for the [ 65% / 20% some other number depending on which august institution you believe ... ] very much increased rate of decline the last decade.. about 10% per ten years ..accelerated.... since we were old enough to read the Rachel Carson around the campfire in days gone yore,
before two grand yurts were a thing, requiring rather a lot more selling xenobiotics to be able to afford one, which is what a lot of so called 'commerce' is, why your parents have been up all night on the computer and thus dont take you on nature walks...
why you may ask...
well even the vanmen in the whole of the SW who perform yurten dreadlocks and peacepipe smiles, don't even know any more that if you are gentle with your right foot, especially on steep hilly road sections, then one uses a good third less juice... nobody needed the internet to A tell you that, and B blame for it all - all your parents inability to ever school you in anything that matters...
especially how you should leave the nettles if possible, for best banging even if that is generally in the bracken where your bum may get less itchy ......"
.....Species index fell by 4% between 2019 and 2024
(and knowing why The Serb - the one sane priest - bloke, as 'feminine' don't exist, even if it will take them another whole Enlightenment to have that electric drilled into their stupidphones...
glued to their unhearin' ears..
ask the Soviet planners of the slave labour, who figured that both sexes could do more or less the same amount of work on the same 'ration' of gruel, and seemed to live longertoo, and of course one cannot 'control' for anything real in any lab, or place rather limited for choice as to whom you sleep next to....
or how many bedbugs falling from the baker's brow, flavour and increase the nutritional value of your ржаной хлеб - hahh hahh the modern one as it began that couple taking over the 'Deli' ....
" ehhh....well, we have lived on your rye and fennel, [ i knew it was :-) ] khleb ...for the last six or seven years .... now we saw all your advertorials about how your lovely'community' values home grown in fuckin Primrose Hill [well her Wikki is rather out of date the way i saw her so called 'husband' the worst musician in history ever, who got the grants and public fundin' to torture the locals at the community events....slithering around the alley of Prtesteigne and the way twenty twenty he slithered around the younger model, i mean any real man knows that something in her tie-dyed twenties and compulsory Doc martens mid summer.... really really.... i shall never forget his look of Gollomite obsequiousness as he stared into her eyes hand in hand loves young dream even if he mustv been fairly fifty summit....
... the greatest cliche of all time..
...you couldn't make up
so cheap cheesy fermented on expensive cheese, like theirs he paid for his several trendy-vans, vans peddlin'... most of which ended up dumped in the layby..] guarantee no changes under new ownership.... funny that, even chief Oxbridge-to-nowehere-Don, moron up in his Way-on-heights, up the hill said to me when the price of bread goes up rather a lot, even the THIRTY percent you've risen it without any other changes in anything, blood on the streets follows... as sure as ferrits are.... .."
Silly me.... now i assumed so many years that 'middle class' educated even literary 'values' meant that a bit of truth is welcomed...m in the fake home of the once Enlightenemented..)
speech, any actual scientific mind, there being no other 'reality' any mere mortal mind could ever grasp, buggered everything up, that's ever ever ever ...cause and effect just about figureable..
almost all being a figure of it.
The problem is that those figures, really do get rammed up hard where poor old madman Muammar got it, and then used to metal bar belt you round the boncetoo...
Meaning, indeed it's an insult to sheep to say that "humans" just follow the few dawdlin' along in front, randomly
And it's the "random" they simply cannot ever again understand...
I mean the so called bonkers warrior Jenny Cideres... one just knows their priests are going to have been even more death-cult on the look out for any dissent from the mad propaganda of the letters of Paul, or obsessed for decades only upon how they might steal the Corinthians land too....
Never mind get one over on that randomly even more lets-start-a-Jenny neighbouring lot....
and randomly it turns out that Serbian priests, evolved...
By a process of evolution is a weird bonkers unfathomable series of improbable impossibilities, like the next valley over not having a Sow-western Coastal Path going through it where the amount of chemicals that both sexes need to wear just to go for a stroll in their PFAs flavoured attire, hasnt killed all the bees in that onetoo... while shoppin' on etsy for their next Bee-logo'd plastic....
[as one can smell sensory garden wise at least 30m downwind and even about 10 up]
errata, all one's life just an errata......
... the ordinary sheep-btrained (having lived WITH them for some years - i mean actually in the field we shared in constant curiosoity for three years of each others weird animalosity, i know their limitations and that each of them is also actually a real individual with genuinely original iconoclastic behaviour unique to their fully autonmous randomly mindful of 'self'... unlike the middle classes of the Peninsula (thats them all P{asties for decades conning the country they live in poverty when in fact the data is highest car ownership per peep than in any other county)
Anyway having at last discovered really what the boostero was invented for...
No randomness, mere fact; ehh yes the herd of.... the words now break down i spent several months finally realising accept that there is a whole language Missin'...
now they stole all the once ok words.
And certainly no good books or even films bringing in new useful shared Lexies such as Lexi Stepford.... lives next door to her polly-amourWalt Mitty ... who shares her with the babe who alchemised a whole new take on shamania and sells it to the upper middle...
(i do have data points, the best ever from 15 months ago as ALL her tenants except one would confirm "what a fuckin cowgirl renting out these 'community' spaces on her 'eco farm' for these prices, so she can afford to pivot from her buddhist studies to Jenny-came-later, new child with her head on the block, shamania classes, when they havent even got a bog plumbed in..scandal... and then there's the parking.... and the way they kicked out a tennant for the summer when her 'guru' comes to do his facilitations...and needs that big mouldy tent for some peace and quiet . ")
Anyway i jhave little interest in the whatever animal is more follow-the-leader than sheep are in real life. It's the leaders. Who are in dire straits...
Especially when they started to get all clever dick and come up with silly delineators such as "gen z" ..
Indeed you have to sink lower than a Yank who thinks they have a brain to a Canadian with his ridiculous "gen x" even if the awful Bret Easton Ellis is said to have been "the voice of..."
nothing much; i dipped into his silly gory nonsense, indeed just copying the writers of the worst culture ever in history that did harm everyone, Twin Peaks even if it wasn't going to be written for three or four years after Bret's dumb Zero of a book...
All just sick nerdy bedroom bound pill raised nerds with nothing to say except I am bleaker than the bedroom next door..
But this is now, and when there is enough data to say something in general about nothing happening for fifty years - same wars on the telly late 70s, in fact arguably more blood and gore and rotting rubbish then than now... no adult then beginning ever bbc appearance with 'in times like these ..' bleat bleat an insult to sheep... who may indeed have an individual take on it all, and at least be able to smell the slaughterhouse, five fields down...
yes when the so called thought leaders endlessly just go on about 'gen zee' or ex or now alpha....
right out of left field comes at last a truly great mind, a halfbreed, too..
I had never heard of
two hundred and some years ago " ehh everyones the same..its just habits... ideas and culture if you must be intellectual about it.. that differ.."
Anyway one hears that so called Gen Zee have gone and found the medicine cabinet where the out of date dangerous athletes foot powders are...
The words one knew one would never ever hear, as an affront to taste and cultural critique rolled up into one sweaty headband: " Dire Straits have become bestsellrs once more, gen Zeee having discovered them... .."
But as for cause and effect, i would posit that its just as likely that the word 'alchemy' has become compulsory for at least seven or eight years, in certain circles - the ones that want to have an easy life selling bullshit rather than working hard with a rag and some gumption in a circular fashion wiping thbe hard to remove pisstain in the local council (or 'community' bogs
or more likely some notion of solidarity or mentorship and authenticity with a man who via second sight before his time, knew that one day it would become almost impossible to be seen out even at a light trot without a band of elastic around your forrid protecting your eyes so you can see the way it makes you look good...
or some such sickness
especially in jacket choice when all sane men knew that such choices were not actually for men...
indeed the Serbian priest was right ...
very very second sightly...
but it will have to wait.
A bit.
All i know is that - nothing tpo do with me or my life of stealthy asideness and hermitude, my god they - AND WE ARE TALKING the EPICENTRE OF THE Source ...not only hate free speech
But when two tribes are at it all day for two years word jabbing each other...
(in their little paradise - the ultimate in theme park paradises )
despite the tourist and estate agents brochury ...
And the effect is THAT!
(on them...nothing to do with me )
wow.... this is a better parable, word picture, actual dissolving of the whole sugar coated leaf of rice paper advertising every lovely midfulness practice and workshop and soulplenishy nonsense, abundantly in an acid bath
Than ANYthing about the so called, probably made up and then besmirched, Pharisees...
This is.....
The crown jewel..
even better than the Hay Deli one...
This is the ultimate true story.. that nobody in the theme park can deny as...
to be cont
But there's so much far better wistful no-hubris stuff already baked in the oven except it's too hot around this kitchen* to write much even if this kitchen is way down the list of interesting examples..
* really like going back to borderlands of wales early 90s seen with a laptop out you are considered doing something to summon the devil! not kidding
Indeed to quote the towny-neurotic AI A flâneur (pronounced flah-ner) is a French noun that refers to an urban explorer who wanders city streets aimlessly but observantly
Well it's wrong in one respect the 'urban' as a sane and inclusive person knows that full whackjob or progressively known as Altered Perception Syndrome as so beautifully shared with us in the Horizon, (link in mentul elven thing) progressed as cities progressed the two main factors in seeing lizards join you at the coffee table being living in cities AND the far more interesting one being a WHITE immo - or at least fairly white,
from Kalaallit Nunaat, forced to go and live in some Danish hell hole, as the religious big-eats, know better
Babette's Feast: Julian Baggini savours the ultimate lockdown movie
which apart from ...well there wasn't any problem grocery shopping in civilisation - the places aside... indeed the glorious year of our Lord made everyone slow down and linger in the aisles thus having time to flirt and enjoy being given the eye, as every single one did even the middle class invaders, (note to self its so interesting how every single social policy speaker is STILL blaming 2020 for everything my god it's even more ... i lose the ability to think of a word it's so concentration camp....)
Anyway Babs even if it encouraged the reason that nobody EVER does anything - foodie culture, one must feel sorry for, as a truly spartan monkish diet is the key to the cave where the mentul elves have their orgies as its all just about all the choices - too many back passages to explore; choice but indeed 'abundance' the exact opposite of what is good for you as with scarcity or just accepting nothing much, very occasionally when one may have something a bit special its not just 'enjoyable' but in real life one realises it was nothing much worth talking about, to begin with.
Anyway Babs a fantasy, not worth watching, In the Anglosphere, in that its about changing your mind, that ones fellow human is such a cunt that you can't ever have a cuppa with them never mind her bourgeois dilettante coquettish 'feast'
, and so beautifully done even if fantasy worse that their latterday bible, knocking George off her rightful pedestal as best book ever even if her quieter one Silas is better but so called Angloprofessorship is addicted to a stormtossed rocking boat unable to appreciate the calm, and quiet, where we learn so much more and theyve now completed the final march to the death camp, to Mordor...where there never was ANYthing to be learned... .(as Griselda who sold the filth at OUP said of her 13 year old" using magyc, i make her read real books, in that we learn so much more from REAL life,...") ; but then the other aspect, " we could have..... " "we may have....." ...had the door slid in the other direction.... is something one can never say anything about, or at least...
to be cont
Aggccchhh too much gobbledygook; what does one do when one discovers by accident, accidentally, un 'intentional' ly (their new word for so called community) that in the true centre of tie-dye. calm and plenishy "community" all along there was the most unpleasant Trolley 'hate' ongoing on their....meedia... their community 'hub' ...
It is pure poetry!
Anyway the wonderful thing in middle class 'earth' is nobody notices much as they are so busy on their phones, even on a walk ....
I have no interest in other than to understand the last region up until three years ago... (ahahhh a Yank on the big one - quite extraordinary that in Britain Start The week can begin with "original sin" in an accent where they were so thick they came up with The Bell Curve some years after
(last ever paste of IT
While traditional IQ tests can predict academic and specific task performance, scientists have largely debunked the idea that a single number perfectly measures a person's overall "intelligence."
And far more importantly in the early 90s almost ALL of so called 'genetic' stuff being woirk-outable, was rightly put to bed by Lewontin Rose Kamin et quite a few others but nobody told the meedia...
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