sunny stuff, only...innabit

 Even if the real sunshine..... is ....

that chief illusionista

and incidental  Chrét

as the verbal deal, 

your manworker

saving your rotting wood.....

has nowt to do with a rotten old book

its just being bad or good...

.... thing is Rachel the Kush

even the one in the flesh, that Bush

Books is all very well, 

But the art, of ... how do i put it?

biding ones time on only teeth skin

All their endless neurotic (and "its rainin"

din)

Had certain other  pledged and contracted jobs

by their own ...well, they should have used a mirror 

to watchthe movement of their so so worthy gobs

well..... i don't think i would have had the time free

to ponder revisiting that so wonderful bit of personal

history.

Mine....and hers too.

The Kushner Principle....

(tm me)

hold on to your horses

you never know what the damaging  old nag

may leave you free to unexpectedly pull out of the bag 

More than a mere 'JOB' cont...

 

...even if it will take a while, as, well....

So....not only have i never played a computer game, taken an asprin, grew out of magyc mushy peabrained psychadelicacies age about neniteen...

 CERTAINLY one knew! never to watch a musac video

that MTV can opine all it wishes about watchin 

them play while doin the dishes

NO ! never.... 

I knew every single oral nodule in Maggie Terre and Suzzie's gob

from merely imagining, 

what their breath would be like mixed with mine

Until of course I went to see them maybe 85 or 6

whilst most mere men were still stuck with sweaty stuff like 

Marillion 

And knew more of 'it'  in their little Big Sister (as they were) finger

than all of em

put together.

There is only one 'it'. 

And it's all there's ever been.

Anyway one doesn't want to seem a mere jabberqwok

Rather a highest intelectchill...

while all the rest dancin' to Jack ' Jill

And even if he went a bit too junkie positive

what a fabulous End Times appraisal of ....now

especially well i was going to say babe-led

but now its all there is in them blokes heads

too.All i care about is the rhythm...

Always to something or other like this or .... with bounce

As for the words, all just your tyrance

Not me.

So... there is only one real problem

ALL - no exceptions, especially this lot

of academe

A land where even AC Graylin' speaking into my chronicling device

smiley but underneath hard as ICE !

" i always make ALL my new humanities students read one small book, to me the one and only metaphorical device ....

The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

closest to moral reality.. necessity" 

i mean fucks that's as nihilist outlook as you can GET!

(in short a child must be tortured so the rest of everyone

 parties on)

 
repatriate i'm back to... 

errata he's home where he belongs

especially as the so called British leading humanities scholar

had never even heard of the actual leading real life plus a bit of maybe, something, scholar

of the last three quarters of a century, Thomas Bernhard

So...my only problem,

How the fuck do i get that into lifestory?

'that' to be cont and clarified.

But all that now matters is.... the history of this century, is that the ones who didn't just walk away to make a fancy omlette to show off and tried to think a bit... used to say " maybe.." 

"maybe Keats was looking at possibly  something that may have been a sublime when being a nervy towny he first went for a walk  on a hill...."

but not any more since lanyards became so valuable if you sucked up to the right grant giving board and dreadful radio program...

nope you have to KNOW... speak with certainty

And even if one of the most self obsessed creeps in history

Mister Babb at least said something POSSIBLY 'true' " the tricky bugger i cant pin it down despite being commissioned by the OUP  

as world 'authority' "

 (definition, 'worthy of being repeated' - that's all, no trigger warnings necessary

 for kids brought up bathing in only in the bathwater of chemical rose petal

 and sensitivity)

 " but all i can say maybe for sure as it recreates itself every day"

Anyway ... it is now being said, 

which of course is true in that around 20 years ago just when something came along thats all there is to 'scrape'

Claud or whatever mumbo jumbo is in the word 'gemini'

Havent been able to scrape any 'maybe'

or its outnumbered 

(to be all American exacting: 99.7% "IT IS"

to "maybe" about 0.3 ... )

The whole damn thing  - be it some new fangled "search" or 

old fangled "agent" will tell it's "property" what to do

is posited on the wrongest definition of progress never mind reality

actual learning, for free: maybe...

It gets ill and hallucinates 

end of all real debates

Anyway thats that your internet went even stupider than ever before.... the ultimate in closed Claw...

A memory palace is a metaphor for a certain kind of mind, one that notices everything almost offhandedly yet can recall its exact position
in time and place later, often seemingly without effort. It comes from the story of Simonides, who had stepped away from a banquet in ancient Thessaly just before the building collapsed; those present were crushed beyond recognition, but Simonides was able to identify each body because he remembered exactly where every guest was before the roof fell in.

now all i know i am not mad, but due to 'AI' having infected  the once ok 'app' - i always strip out all apps except maybe 3 ...

as all the rest are unnecessary

but Powerdirector a reasonably user friendly video editor -  not that i ever have bothered

no spare battery

now it has "AI" to help the editor

takes five times more energy

And this all clips are merely first draft for fun maybe one day i shall weave into some movie

or snazzy whizz bang...

saying nothing

(like the rest of #vanlife especially Mrs, and now eye-candy Mister, hairwashing and lots of carbon zooming around Europe, saying nothing

my tribe a year ago i did tell them: here is what you really do not want to be ...links later, and she gets 50,000 views just looking at her looking at her hair in the mirror....so i know you would rather be there and helped you, by clipping you to death and destraction 

- it matters, bookreading SO SO down except for fantasy  brainextraction   )

Anyway All these guru types no ones reading 'non fiction' anymoremuch

except 'self help' 

which i see daily, in the centrelands of that Source, of nothing

 helps nobody

All that ever does is enjoying a few little jobs that methodically you do only when your energy is best ever and you could just about tolerate living on....

But not here.

No point.

 No life ever lived in this entrepreneurial joint

Why indeed Ronnie, not quite as zealot,  was just a little less baddie

than .... Maggie

especially when you're marooned in her childrens' dormitory, here.

(and yet again another yes another tale of  self plastic bagheading 

not much 'maybe' there, she failed, that's a fact)

So, the quiet....

 Siting one's mobile cave at just the right rarely travelled roadside,

the small stream alongside covering up any snoring

All their wintering words,  even if i certainly won't ever read that one

I know: comfy cocooned, 

entombed

"cacao to keep me all sweet and childlike" 

what they really want is to be rewombed

Just a bit of rain

"ohh woe is me what pain!"

But the art, of nothing, nowhere, 

is certainly to tune out anyone here

Sit a while (i can still perch cross legged, what have i to moan about)

and pitter patter 

(siting onesself away from the trees, as there its bang bang splatter)

and curl up later on with one of them...

The problem being with America

How can one disentangle the dodgy gobby redneckism

(that isn't, just like here, mainly "i want more.." supersized fridges pickuptrucks and i guess tvs ...

 Bovarian cancer just like Rupert's Lowe.. down, farmer act.)

from a good one: Hollywood, sometimes even 'Indie'...

.... fairy tales or the best of parables? In a fine,  especially 80s,  especially NYC, romantic movie.

.....ahh yes  ... "who the fuck are you?...!!!???"

.... even if addicted to only one thing, quiet! silence... only soundtrack, just the birds (lately ive found places where they dawn-argue over an atch, not over it, over the only thing that separates one side of the atch from the other, " cmon tart LISTEN! to me ,,,, i'm groovier than that other one yonder corner....")

i had no idea she was a Mary Moviestar, too

as the moment i hear a smallest chirp of a Suzzy 

in soundtrack,  as well as a minorish role

I am straight back

bugger me about eighty two

how on earth did i stumble across, them, then

that became one hundred percent, me 

The only ones who aged really well

"disease" still sung with supreme irony

I ain't the only one
who's got this disease

Why don't you face the fact
you old upstart
We fall apart

When every so called folk singer of the Swest

a virulent shoulder hunched infectious,, pest

and offspring avoids becoming next-generation hopeless junkie

never mind, for all cave dwelling, even worst of all misery

three women  the only ones, ever.... who found the real remedy:

laughin' at oneself, and all them others 

in the worlds greatest ever lingua franca

if in the hands of real genius, anywhere, even over there

gentle ... Sardonese....

 

(and the other shamaniac is "intrigued" well you can put that in your expensive pipeline of pimpin' vuuduu vomit, and smoke it with the tea leaves too...)

 I knew she would be...i have actual 'second sight'

But unlike the Henry's of this world know that anything a tad-transcendental, is just a divine joke on poor pitiful two legs.. 

Especially as all mornin' on the wireless

" ohh woe is us a pandemic of that Prince's ...'mentul elf

..'  but it's a special one it's a silent one..'..."

Right well i know who's more responsible than anyone else ever invented for a worldwide infection

And i listened to him lastereve and in fact even if i kinda liked the Interventionist one... it's too messy its too look at me

especially with that worst ever dress sense in history

But he her Caveman... literally has nothing; nowt..... could never match that Englishman.

For the worst of all Uttermost  evilest fakery 

Thing is so even if it's prob'ly in their big book

Don't shoot the messenger

He deserved something worse..

In fact there you go, tie him down in the pew a few days ago and instead of me, 

make him listen....to the distraught mum,

 never had a man around to tell the son

"Don't buy ever an underclass  'Moto' .." 

as per today the way they make you think

'half an hour hotspottin' online - first time ever, 

it'll auto disconnect and then post lost

end of tether!'

But no, 'mentul elf.... ees gonna do imself in...'

He should be made to listen to that in perpituity

even if ....well that's the thing, whats the difference between her and me?

so lets start at the very very beginning.  when one side of that five quid airfare for our book, backin' and forthin' 

Forever

We knew how to take the piss out of Enry and is Hocus Pocus brigade

But that's sort of immaterial... 

cos one lass made Top of the Pops quite funereal

whats it come to, hairsprayed bimbos in charge,  that perfect crazy whoremoan filled burnin' summer

was meant to be about the uglies getting back at the blondes..

and spitting at them esteemedly... through their fattie  teeth brace

but alas there was only one place

the bimbo could... be showcased  

fullfaced

both of them - the human one, too

So.....

 " Miss Ohhhh Jenneeeeee... go get a really sturdy pair of boltcutters.... errata you wont need one, silly me.... just a pair of cheap plastic scissors should do and for god's sake cut off his bollocks for speaking the worst load of bollocks ever about his 'tool kit'....  Mister ultimate 'entrepreneur class' who only know how to   copy the other all male entrepreneurs who he invites around for a posh cuppa, far far more dangerous than Any Yank who may have flown anyone in for tea and crumpet.."

 this is serious.

(I was told eye to eye yesteraft another one bit the dust, choking on a mouthful self-administered..ive never known such a truly End Times region....good job my times are only just beginnin'...)

so that's very zen of kairos...

 as there's one thing better than sunshine:

the perfect pitter patter on the roof when all you need is inside

And then the perfect atchin tan available, to sit and rev up....  or rather rev, aside, hidden....

and see what's inside.....

errata, hear.... you can hear so much just hearing

Well, blessim.... ("take the vile copper-coated wiggly ones, creation... back...... and pay me a few million quid for his pleasure..")

NOT READY UNTIL 1900 

as was our book... "of it's time"

But Henry really does have to be knocked off his really to deliberately drole pedestal...

(and as for THANK you "n10" nope only moan moan moan

ahhem....

and seeking compensation, when there's only one ever, 

to still be able to do that, despite them...

And there we go to the nub of the thing, i can't remember who was said to be the first 'transcendentalist' but there's nothing of the dance...

the trance

The living only on teeth skin

But bless'im 

he didn't have the din

That perfect little personal world

Beyond their ashram smiles

Infact they only came later

As zones were invented to get through the JOB

despite them

Anyway there's absolutely nothing ever in any modern day

moanin' and so called wilderness mummy

But Kate’s biggest challenge was yet to come. Choosing to have a baby without pausing their walk, she navigated pregnancy, childbirth and the realities of new motherhood while living completely outdoors.

yet another artless dummy

...

But the real thing is this, Henry never had a chance

as you gotta actually have the proper struggle

decades long muddle

to ever find any real philosophy 

never mind know if your tranny buzz

was a phase or.... 

the tardis control panel, 

can accidentally take you back precisely to one perfect set of time and space coordinates....always.

If it's authentic 'space' ...

  

well THAT was unplanned thats the point of living only ever IN their 'moment'

Define nagging: well thats the underclass word for EVERY single somewhat upper middle class ( meaning ALL they care about is not being seen as standard 'middle' thats Britain for you) woman  - 90% of my Mistresses being them.... for far too long as they piss their husbands off or kids so of course nobody helps them...anyway its the way they are so bored so they come and interfere... " you will be putting the tools away afterwards wont you" in that snotty tone that assumes as one isn't them, of course one will be a slob and chaotic and leave tools strewn all over and just run away despite the fact that 90% can't keep to clearcut verbal contracts or minimum wage levels which is technically the criminal offence of modern day Kunta...Kintery........despite advising them upon   taking up the job no friend or child will do for them for free

wonderful 'community' 

" i was born with an axe in my gob... "

code for shut the fuck up with your nagging as it WASTES your time and wages... the ones you may adhere to the gobby contract ...and above all it describes how your basic '[any 'hu'] man management, and respect for a common yokel ..is appalling despite years with a lanyard so you can afford to pay some slave... which MUST have had loads of 'HR' training appended, too.....

but not this one shes the one  thge ultima noNaggin, who proves that it isnt innate

a cultural construct

always the same one - their Eckart, miscellaneous 'spiritual' tomes they always advise they have on their bedside tables...

havent worked

(or succeeded to do anything except hone Mister Jenrick's  rhetoric into alarm clocks  that are going to win.... as the Narniacs leave theirs to 'awaken' into their mumbojumbo when s/he is 'ready'....    except thats a lie as they push faerytales and selkie shit into them from day 1 even more zealot than the worst 'Christian' zealot and thus ....  there paralysed and cant even join proper political partiers to bash Jenrick in the balls...at the box....) 

especially if its that one oldest wonkiest  big book

Anyway yet again the day UK became America in fact even America would be getting all transcendental  " Jessie fuckin Jackson EARNED his fame and even if he got a bit of a backhander... did more good than bad PR.... Britolin they can't even say thank god for small mercies.... and oi cunt it got 8 'o'levels just to spite you...."

part 2 would be impossible as moan moan moan will guarantee a child fails at everything, too 

But that's jujst the intro

Part 2 is totally true transcendental I'm sorry poor Henry wouldnt have the first idea of what 'deliberately' does not mean...

as you can't fake or deliberately do anything that isn't 100% in your soul always ...

And you can't get it doing tightrope tangoing with a safety net...

It's just not poss.

But it isn't adrenaline junkyism either thats for children with Britolite parents who all of course have a hole inside... cos dad went to the pub rather than learn to chop logs and love it as ten times more gigglejuicy

(all only about "attachment" as the superwoman real-teacher agreed 100% in Lorna's gaff)

to be cont

in ANY 'weather'  -its like theyve all gone all 100% except ONE well two in fact

weather-zombie... dead shuffling ... and its warmer than an average winter at 500  odd feet 

tomorrow

 

Nothing ain't nihil

 at 0824

But an hour and arf earlier on

" endorse.." 

even though there is nuthin' worth remeberin', see, the mind still works just fine

In fact finer

due nothing messing around with it

your booze or pills or endlessly defining yerself as ill

Indeed i only endorse nanas and lots of black coffee

But not because of the 'taste' 

or lack of gluten

or some other fussiness

absolutely every single one in such a mess

they save time, 

so as every moment doing nuthin' don't go to waste.

right endorsements soon,

as i know one thing for sure, everything i don't do and the few things i do

caused me to be far less wonky than any of you

(and she, well, she's a real taskMistress.... and has me back)

fake...

so in  a land  - SWestershire ...where ive never seen so so many 'save the bees' NEW things as if all new things dont have yet more new volatile forever chemicals  impregnated into them

infact i shall soon i do bee leave ... rename it the penisula of so preciouss ones they cant go out without a NEW bag on display

And thats before we get to the plastic signage everywhere saving bees

so I do not believe... there is any hope

 even the BBC has ,managed to offend  the stupid 47% percent who's mums never told them make up is so so old hat bimbo

about 30 years ago

yanks need a vpn they are so mean here nowadays scared of being sued

ohh yes lastpost ...blahh blahh the years of a FREE fabulous less on philosophy and psychology..

and the entiled snivvelling little moaning gits the next generation have been brought up Yank and are SUING their universities..

no hope

nobody taught them theres always a silver  skirt hem...

" TOXIC" how even makeup is poisoning your own blood never mind the poor bees never mind dolloping out yet more forever chemicals

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002rdnn

i hacen't bothered listening to other t5than excerpts heralding

as i know the snivvellingf little hypehimselfup

childman too listless to be called a journalist

 wont say, ironicly wryly with poise and grace

 the ONE key thing 

" AS WE KNEW FOURTY YEARS AGO  even in the boondocks of where i was...SO BLAME YOUR PARENTS..."

16_165733  hahhh its just MY diary most incomplete,  

and  every little impossible emotion, replete 

between the words or incomplete refs

or bits n bobs

....but the presses stopped

skipping over this fake - there being no hope

I thought this land was usually The Uttermost arse end of the universe but if JAney doesnt know i caught her that very very polished table top..

and ACTUALLY natural beauty a real corker i knew in 2004 

even if sadly she knew the grape rather well not too long before 

as i was saying to one of my many random disciiples the other day

" i walked into her Northern kitchen about as on tenterhooks as one could ever be

(true love from the previous saturday)

 and whatdyerknow.... mushrooms!

growing in her sink....

'excuse me but ive realised passing forty

lifes too short.... to ever again bother with all that showoff cleaning ocd"

apart from being fine bug food... one sip of her scented polish

another one bites the dust

ohh yes theyre all allergic to thattoo in Phoboland

But serious point indeed the ONLY point

fergal cannot make, Zac too no need to bother listening to him  dresses just like a SWEsterner..

its all gotta be new spick and trendy span

" im saving the environment.... look... i dont waste hyrocarbons any more on being all shiny... "

just like no Caroline Lucas or babyman ZAc may have listened and repeated all you ever needed to know, sadly no American seemingly can ever bother to recall

Less is more...

all you need to know start with end with

... where was i stop the presses.... a miracle (it being IMPOSSIBLE to even listen to a British so called novelist for years especially if male, the 'especially' in there only because Bella Mackie  was the exception

even if her controller we learn at the end was a bloke

thats what her daddy did to her...

...a Yank.... novelist..... who seemed to at LAST GET IT
" i was part of the problem..." and making his statement poignantly gracefull almost in gentle sardonese... i.e. no Tolle or Eisentinian fake emotion for the fare-paying audience  as they self-drive the jumbo into the ground at 500kts
 this is unheard of 

its like a real human being almost the last 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002rdng

George Saunders who the heck is he where did he spring from?!

just when i was thinking of.....

..i wonder if.....

to be cont

 

"under construction ready laterafters.."

 or maybe....to

morrow

now... this channel does not ....what is that smug showoff statement they all use " reposting does not mean you should judge me as having the same Nutzi views as the ...." 

or reposting does not signify this channel condones the worst dress sense in history and why Vivenne Worstwood had to come...

and do something....

 however.....

the way she caught the symbols,  symbol for...

I mean how on earth does one sum up (i forget bits of my audio tangents which dont quite loop back full all the way...

but it is the constant " they...  the big illuminati/world economic forum/Davosinians.... " rather than the true evil enemy them St trinians 

who's useless drunk teachers failed to tell them that all that individuating the uniform and all that expression of myself

is so dull it's daft...

And how to waste a life saying nothing  as they learned not how to say anything even when you get the full Whitehall lanyard and have a minor 'crisis' and a captive audience

such as " enjoy.. the big slowdown and learn more about the self the real one not the fake.."

Back to Pete....  and  random feed, i mean if rather than blaming it all on Palantir, or some other nutty techbro...

If they had any imagination, they would merely styate " go to your doctors every other week with some new undiagnosable complaint, and that'll fuck their plans to adopt "the greatest resource of data in the world upon which to  train Big Sister..." they supposedly crave after

oops errata they already do...poor Big Sister

Anyway yes back to Pete....

Just reminiscing,  but i dodnt think i have encountered anything out there which is the exact copy of almost every second of my particular life, from about midfeb in that year... 

MArch twenty twenty just hit the road on the rusty old  (green Party ruined) bike 

 may....  like Pete switchin from banjo to drum and then some funy old mouth organ

lets get doin some real social work...  even save the dyin junky...

(not poss too dangerous to be alone with any "bird" ear and several supposed responsible good burghers

corralled to do what theior badges had said for years, ears and eyes of their fey community

well time to be the arms of it too... or at least av a coração 

(funny how them Poertuguese it's every other word, with gesture too, beating it)

Anyway despite getting thin 

on often a cupboard bare and livin merely on  that teeth skin

And last September ohh woe woe woe IS me

no way i shall get through this upcoming one in the very old jallopy

Almost all the time 

I mean im the m ost relative to incommings "cost of livin' crisis" crucified of you all...

Ultra simplified ultra rationalsed 'food waste' a foreign baby-language

so yes.... social workin

setting up a whole free girlies riding club in the country as bad as yankland for false nooky allegators

just cos she said she wanted to go home and put a placcy  bag over her own nosebag and end it all.... 

at https://illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com/ except it seems that may have gone wonky 

and i don't lie as just for existential non-angst reasons various things i jotted frpom the beginning of that glorious thing

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/my-links.html

95% of the time mojo 110% and the greatest ever philosophical upskirtin', of the silverest  lining in history....

  

and your not even allowed to write the book of every second feeling like a year so much rich nothings that are all everything

cos everyone else got moody

Shoulder-slopey...

just dopey

stupid...

blaming microchips poised to go into their powerlass arms

when the most poised and graceful decade of a whole fairly poisy life

began and continues

despite ...

but at last i can sum it all up who BEGAN the border line...

oops your borderline personality, defivcieny

we have the very words. on tape....

clue, he used his son... made millions from him.... in today's money, billions

Conned you all he cared to give Peace a Chance

When all he cared about was a Jap rumagin' about in his underpants

And that if he left their Liberty.

Eastbound back to sanity

See his lad .... 

unseen many years

No more  will he hear her tears

"John, child,  if you ever give up that childish grape...

maybe it'll do its proper Job  

and i shan't have to plan my escape..."

which would have done the world a great big favour

made room for real artistes, who's dad's 

well, if he had lived .... i know would be number one raver

" well 'twasn't for me....  but it may have been  just a bit of me

not running away..."

until .... dying in the actual arms of his lad

on tour, son and dad..... 

but fuck the only member of the younger generation who out performed..

out souled

outshone'

where them ferkin katydids gone?!

otherwise better

to the letter

but more important purest heart

bullseye with an even sharper dart

because that one evening, that one boondock highway...

to their dark pools ....

time to play

nothing for milers

shot snakes at the styles if they had them which they dont as ...

nobody told The Founders about rights of way...

people died for, the English philosopher, forgot

there is no ocean

no political commotion

decade or century

when your every sense is at peak Southern Belle

and them katydids startin'  dads version

well, heaven, hell

thats all it ever was

chirp chirp buzz buzz

rattle rattle

the one moment you know why you bothered to have been

born

alive

Anyway balls to that even if....

All that matters how on earth can it be communicated: every damn second i mean even lastereve skinning teeth ....

 

never gets me down...

generally jolly happy

(and io think i know now even her ..sssss got one of em Borderline uperselfinurses.... all the way....except there is a sequence and i have a little film from lasterOct that shows, i always....just go with smallest mercies as only their Kush,

 ever seems to have got) 

ok one week to live.... only

"skin of the teeth...."

Under construction ready late afternoon

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

Righty ho despite being as fake as those below....  she still gives me a shiver which is exactly whatnot

required merely to remember myself to not even shiver or breathe..

as for the second time with wonky old wires

never mind tyres

lets get it backed the ferkup .... an hour long of no breath

Never mind having to go back into the sequence, that really makes you breathless with illness

Here he is, cancel all previous pics of Charles Eisenstein and even Tom Paul the Paul one...

As this is the one they wish to be as photogenic as and get a real easy 'tribe' of not so easy ones pimping him out...

"Not Travel" travel is not as good as being stuck nowhere.

even if disastrous audio as my....standby, captured it... i hated it until now but ok it has its place even if awful sound quality

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/not-travel-travel-is-not-as-good?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

" he remembers you..."

 well 'ts a good job one animal has his head screwed on.... 

even if this thing will never have its head out of the clouds with all its hallucinatin' and do what the ferksits told

like the one below is the actual one on top

all that really matters some battery 

for the next new day

Anyway to the point. And no more poetical energetix, 

As yes poetree 

why they branded themselves as  tree 'huggers'

Yet did fuck all, wonky buggers.

In fact 'wonky' is an offence to poetical language

just lazy stream cloggin garbage

But hate the sin never the sinners

Lost in so much effort into the right jostic at their purifying dinners

Anyway forget all that even if i never realised until even encounterin' the one whom should have known, 

having left her vilest ever  once 'Second City', home 

likely to come peddle 

yet more shamaniac and be-WELL! twaddle

from her back room late at night

Too shagged out to get up with the light

and even do a few kilometers in the place 

they come to "hold the space"

But certainly

Not for ALL their made up 'community'

Ahhhahhh but don't be thinkin'

Imoan,  too

i do

And it has BEEN DONE

Righty ho that's that now all that matters - for real, is at last i figured what the flaw is in even great actually modern,  art. About the 'Past'. 

And yes  - well...  i wonder if she will even have a look. 

(and still remembers the yes 'MYTH' in that great book)

But here is indeed the thing.

A great song or no not poem only one was ever any good

and in fact accurate

the best is yet to be, the last of life for which... 

here's the thing though

memory

poignancy

..... thing is there's only one actual truly developmental moment, 

A mish mash of being discontent

Knowing nothing in that moaning old man could in any way

positively energise the day

But walking back across the Woodlanders yard

That was hard. 

Especially as i knew one hundred percent

Not one smallest personal advantage or even moment  content

can or could ever or will

come from 

a cuppa with a Brit who's 'ill'

Impossible angry entitled

to what? 

Just melodramatic pissing in a pot

addicted, steam, of subconsciousness

that's as constructed as their currency 

The bank of moan moan 

poor me and now all alone 

when they had a chance....

oooh what was that dance?

so, 'now'  - ohh my god even once-ok, Elizabeth is now quoting him.

Some kind of eureka in her shower, 

there is only one Power

I am only about now infact later today

And who would have thought the best ones are rainy

(but then what twaddle "wettest January this forever and a day"

bullshit there was that proper monsoon January

Twenty twenty " ohh my what are we to do

no work for six actually non stop wet weeks,

thats it, she'll be poised over her eviction notice, 

the one richwoman lostwoman hobby she's so thrilled   to do

And then...  nearly two years later

Of only Black Swans bobbin around

it's impossible to even lament her

As without her inner little girl without any little girl of her own

she must of course wreck someone else's home)

But that's not even interesting

ONLY one thing is...

So... the truly great song, you have to take the two versions up out onto a hill

these ones so underwhelming almost makes you ill

When you are at the simply perfect moment

Of always inner content

At every gib, illusionista even HIM!!
Chairman of a ton of cash, but i've not the slightest notion

if he means his promuklgated promotion

In writing, on  his door, into the book

may as well be  the usdual selfrevential 

 four thousand years of 

"light unto the nations,"

oops Im drowning in the cellar

"could we ehhh... package her nicely and sell her.."

yes i get it, but we do have actual progression

thing is ....

(i realise its all every one addicted to the next 'new' fashion - thats it a truly turgid tale of fourty dullest years) 

Misses THE whole point of life and having an emotional curcuitry

Those katydids... chirpin from Southern swamp and tree

Yes, upon the hill, there is only truth, the sons version outdoes dad

but why fiddle!!

with the most poignant of all ....

scene setting, little knob twiddle

That takes you back exactly there then, and now

Is more than any other moment

who you are, and will always be.

And that's the damn thing.

It's not a saudade, 

out at sea

Maybe ebbin' back

if one hangs around watin til the end of time

It's merely a moral matrix

maturing  in one moment, 

especially that one before

" don't stop, dont respond...

 just a redneck gotta make his point...

poor little snake never did him any harm

he's just waiting for one day when some chief redneck will  

tell him to really take up arms..."

even if i added in a line,

near fourty years later, because it's the right one

Anyway thus endless recreate yourself and  the most arrogant people in the universe

Definition: they never stood and stared at what was once worth staring at

in themselves. Too busy showing off what they are going to be in some next moment in their sick heads.

May as well in my opinion be dead.

Because there are certain moments

if you have them forced inside

and nothing new can help you hide

Away from the very very few

that helped just ratchet up to a slightly better 'you'

And all of listening, smelling,  even speeding

Along a certain Southern highway one  evening

FM radio hunting  around

" what on EARTH is that!!??!! ......... wow thats my kind of sound..."

Which is irrelevant even if the only question is

is can the English variant

Ever even stop....

and know her own past moments truly poignant

Are the gifts last so much longer than their magpine pretty things

fads, vuuduu zealotry, pretending to hug some poor tree

fashion, until the unsayable heresy "i'm so bored of ME!"

Merely because some (damaged)  Maddison  Avenue yank

went and hijacked a bit of Freud 

turned it into what may just do him some good

when he couldnt ever know what it will feel like to have the world at his feet

As he's still at the gallows pole of his wonky mothers bloodstained sheet

twisted into a rope around his neck

 may as well have been .... 

or stayed at .... the war he ran from,  always in his head 

Indeed what's the exact opposite of ... her song

All i know is that  there is a joy in using a pen and writing

lifelong my medium, even if my writing tedium

windbag death and rarely much zing

But infact more of an 'in the trenches 

fuck them fake healer wenches

do nobody any good, head or body' 

thing....

is alive and kicking 

with this damn thing

thats killed stone dead  any real communication

Likely even back to my half, or at least a third,  weirdo home  nation

So, the first and lifechanging booklist....

 https://www.ralphschism.com/p/cest-un-spectacle.html

oops that was the big one, but there was that very very first list of one; which still i blame for every foolery... even if  i shall still believe in it forever..

But then, even if it became about boys in girly dresses, ON public cash...

long after she the writer laughed with me about her three kids "fragile x" syndrome... 

there is only one best ever book she needs for them...

Hahh hahh i got the flowery one third time lucky.

And at last, i remembered, as it takes quite someone to make me forget the mission

Job done propper job.. just a leftovers2022.blogspot.com job and now the three year oral version face to face MAKE em take it in with so many stories and examples of how all the preachers with their piety and earnestry..

only spread witchdoctry...

 as they dont swear on their children's life

most too cowardly

to have bothered

" luv...on her life luv... it's the way they used the word picture, THREE dimensional of them moths drawn in to nasty two-legs' fiery homes....  

candle driven.... best intention  

but once inside, no comprehension

why they slash and burn

' the world we MUST warn!'

so they send out in little flutterby pachkages  

the only thing  that can save the world from human ravages

the stories..... 

my my it still brings me a tear... 

look drip drip standing here

and just because the authors (real human plural - 2 of actually them)

 well i dont agree with them's politics...

don't mean that when i read it i couldnt stop

' this is the only one i wish i had had 

all those evenings reading the lass and dad

.... politics mere politics

 against the actual next generation

doesnt mean  you dont always hand true rare  genious

 her  well earned celebration... "

 

" and no...like all zea-loots and rather tragic meemeemeeites

i don't get a commission despite hundreds of hours tryin to sell their rights

indeed as per usual in this dead

 and undivided land, merely unable to decide what can and cannot be said 

one cheeky word to them and ghosted as if ....

i'd butted them with a horney head"

Definitely the only half decent British book this whole century

https://mossycrow.co.uk/

 

I now really do retire from any moment and the next as to get something sane for her and them...

... and one who is true, deserves only all that, truth

oops haven't finished in constructive-insult mode

todays 15 km .... i GOT it!

The REAL difference between the ones here oops ninety nine percent

and the rest of them...

why indeed they taste liked poor Alexei's rather last-meal ..toad 

tomnorrow

In fact definate endtimes of the sequence even if it began twenty year'nago ...

Thistermorn..(same age as moi) .,,." you got married there four years back, wow ....and nobody tried to shoot you.... so would he still today  stand infront of you and shout 'no take ME instead my  life wont equal 3 if one of the 1+1 is no longer around.'.....[the only key, to it,  there is] ?" 

But it's the really old wheelchair bound you really need to eye to eye with.... knees long  gone mind still BATTLING on....

" they said it was a rather unsophisticated book... a bit clunky, not racey enough.... but when i watched the 76 again of late ....wow...deep...she even pretended to play cold,  after a rather a hot start.....  cliff edge...and lots of i'm a pacifist ..no you can't say THAT!.... but he did .." 

" no sir i always thought it was a magnificent book... and yes remember well that BBC... superb ...edge of the seat week in and out..."

what is revenge.. or even justice?

only fools even think they know what it is.... never mind it's random which side you pick. 

 And only because one has to spend the most excruciating hour in history nown again sat under their hippo roof topping up the batteries... every minute feels like a lifetime....tic toc body clock im dying....  when one meets the miracle, an English woman paid to  educate the little ones... who actually speaks the TRUTH...an hour flies by as if a minute and you only wished for her husband to have gone and gone to the pub and forgot she exists .... such true pleasure.... true one hundred percent saudade human being...

impossible

But she exists...poor thing i do hope theyre as tight as Missus and Master Ridd...

As its going to be a very very lonely life

as an almost impossible  minority, of a one off

if you love it... get it to Europe! that lucky  kid

 

Anyway live camera-action....

In a society-place

(ohh yes  I'm in the 'wrong'... as according to official stats of late - reference another day,  rather than The Russians... even Georgie Orwell...never mind The Kush.. all 'non fiction' except E$ckeart [typo but it fits!]  Tolle and other such controlly wank, and all fiction except Nariac bullshit insanity

  " ohh Tolkein still is popular...  the bookman yesteraft said..

maybe the poor people are hiding from reality..innit" 

fantasy your sop and tragedy

when even OUP senior management grisellda said to me " real life is so much more interesting my lass is banned from that Potty potty-trainin nonsense...and their fey Lord too "

ohh yes in Lorna's church i met thistermorn whist charging... THE ANSWER at last the only one whio didn't immediately 'embody' with a violent forward lurch..." but.... [i am going to save the world from all the mad kids who arent as i alone am going to save tbhem..] ..."

what a woman! who knows there is no hope

Unless she writes it for her three year old... as thats how long it will take for her generation to recover from mine, the most effete and decadent precious self important in history....indeed the DEFINITION

of acedie..

 at least twenty years )

the younger woman from THE number one place of vat thieves and con artists and famous Beatle-wifebeaters, Liverpool...

they are so brainwashed by a period here that one cannot even constructively critique " ehhh that accent .... technically born up the road from you lass....  99.999% the least trustworthy peeps on the planet....  and why...well, never ever trust a people, say Poland forex, who have LOST their 'empire' or second city status....as they'll do ANYthing to try and get it back .... even  crreate a whole 'culture' around themselves of lies and deceit  that they are somehow the sweet innocents and best poets...... "

nope all even sane insider chat in Sourcelands...banned

so fixing, only

live, camera-action.... she's the SECOND choice, i know who is the best subject for a vanwoman sticks a finger up at it all and learns that Nomadland is the worst self pitying false and parisitising a false constructed indeed paedo-filepast and get your dicks out spunking off at weak sad nonwomen moany girlchilds , as Frances Mc D was a child innit, not an adult vanwoman,  view of vanbabes,  load of bullshit ever as ALL real VANPEEPS no matter hhow cruel and ghostly even ones own blood can be .... ALWAYS...ALLWEATHERS... indeed the more hairshirt the better .... wake up with a smile on their face, every day a new in the 'moment' day...

thats the movie i have in my can....

even if wrong season... would have been much better if the evening tears had frozen into icicles.... more all-men-are-abusive-bastards appeal...

even if it had nowt to do with me...

Im just the artist and whats that word ehhh.... licenseer...

i know how to let them be who they REALLY need to be

the audio chronicles will show one day

 

now ...the ultimate

 in self deprecating

defecate upon the selfzen

is to ruin ones own offering, lifeforce

being

in all sorts of FAR wiser deep,  and even Getty-worthy clips 'n snaps which last ten years or more

i have in my filestore

but just because i can

and cannot them

put this load of performative 

and not that informative

nonsense .  ... but there's no riddle

nor method behind the piddle...

merely.... a sequence, long long long ago obvious

no need for dictionary or thesaurus

and love is the only human in all of history

to have rhymed

serbia

with labia

( 4 or 5 months ago,here) 

quite sensibly

They LOVE their 'victimhood' even victims of a benign winter

 THE most benign for years and years....

so yes....99%

" dad where DO those naughty one percents come from..."
when it was the other way around in times of sanity and simple common sense 

thing is theyve NOTHING to be sad about

except someone told them they all have 'S. A. D.'

me never even when i make the most tom Foolery

 Miss Take in history

right all there is and was yesterday at last even if Alvin's dad was complaining about it, too.... walk 50km a week and loads of just perfect sleep

now.... all i care about, online' is i havent had the battery or data left to get back to the SUNSHINE tapes...

 the sunniest summer of THINGS ever

bet that wouldnt even cheer up this lot the ones above all whom have NOTHING to moan about according to the lifestyle catalogues... 

wow i didn't know even if the then electrix makes you wince....

'twas in that greatest ever  year

just bees and...THINGS.... and flowers

talk about the greatest subtle so what 'things' may the cheeky old thing 

be referring

to

you're not erven allowed to refer to in YUK on loveday for fux sake they have  A YANKEE NUN 

at nine aclock 

on the wireless

i got one on luv... from a few days ago....dare i?

errata whats the point

back on course soon so many still in the pipeline

even if at last i REALLY know whom it's for...

As stated wow.... she must be near 70...

but talk about suer super duper ranty old bag, super sexy...

only that "bodily" 

"embodied"

setting

lets you get away lookin maybe even less than sixty 

And she agrees, the world must see a LOT more of her

AS 

still the best of em all in history

the only one who proves

let go all the way and still lookin pretty youngman even today

even.....got better

how can i get that in a letter?

but i wonder if its so in her land

from This Land

The Source

of every other remedy and its dog

and im sure far far too above any mere catalogue

merely, made them even more in need of the only real ferkin remedy there's ever been

that, to themselves

yet there can be none

to my hypocrisy

from yonder far off 

"wow what a feline figure ! lets go and see what brand ..of welly..."

fill in charmy hippo stuff

" awww what a truly happy little cutie... 

and tell me where you bought that haute couture fabulous Vivienne

i must have one when i  get another of them ... "

the biggest lie ever in history

yes, but...

 so, a reprise...

but talk about exact kairos moment, as if the Cave man was proven a rongun and theres an Interventionist Goddess    

afterall

If so, her ... 

both united 

the greatest ever performative art in history   

in the place of generally the most ripoff heartless art in an overpriced dumptown even if just over the road the most romantic gravestone in herstory....

ever..

so as one yank maybe knew " shared oppression" is all there is  to humanity

" hahhhh hahhh we heard the same clip.....  your mate Muzz Westwood, exactly

supreme ' activist' based on only quality

of mind and materielle....

me i would say my dad wore Yaeger for man, me i saw through that fancypants and my label only ever Burton

.... you at the kinkclubs with your sec change bruvvainlaw ..or is that sister... we would give Stewie his turn at pickin the club and i put in my bumprotector and toodled off to Heaven...

where they had ten times more fun than any ole hetro    

and the National Front too busy  fartin around with their tarton socks to come and bovva 

rufin up some bumboys ....

...god SIX kids! 

well dont moan to me they invented contraception about 1963..! 

..... exactly .. god, you knew hertoo! 

second we saw her on top of them pops

blew us out of both our sox   

 that's it a true genius we cant understand

higher orbit ...shut the fuckup

i got the magyc wand

thatl have you all Spellbound  ...

as we were,  and knew no more just sweaty rock gods...

but pute equality

metoo well maybe not as i raised myself on Muzz Baez..

but if some rock goddess had said ill give you a legup if you ave it iff with me....

well if it had been Siouxsi ....

t would have been the end   .. 

anyway yes your simply England in one life how it used to be

and early 80s we did have about ten years advance in proppa progression

even over Italy... never mind  every other European ex catholic concatanation

you agree!

but as you say my ohh my today

they laugh at us, and deride ..

all six of your kids just want yo hide

their passport from his pisspot

of sour tea and the end of history

problem is when you remeet THE answer to all the cant vanity and  rong turn in history

Henry or rather Ralph Waldo

rather than mere cartoon cutie Bilbo....

They did create something new

And you had to be there ... at least in those mid eighties ...

and even if not her song......

and they wouldv got shot fortakin iff their titty tops ..

when Europe... " monsieur...look at me titties free...! ..."

why is ai stuck in the past rejiggin into ones feed... 

one dead old breed

rather than tomorrow, the two could mate back into  perfect harmony

siouxsi and some fat n skinny old blokes

would have solved  all of it forever ....unfortunately

cos all i know is the greatest ever REAL Queen of sedition

a one off perfect edition

my my yestermorn. ...  we ripped

riffed

into " well .... you cant say THIS any more ...  but i will.."

" no ...i can beat you you really cant say THIS.... no one would ever dare .. '

" thats ZnOTHING...you wanna hear what my first ever in Britolin  sexchange sister in lore said after her first ever choppin off its balsls........."

"Thats NUTHIN...  ..ive ben sayin for a decade....where are the TAPES?! ... every vulture angin round your famous celeb mates .. 

came equipped rto capture every dribble if DNA..... and every loose word ....

i say

you need to be prime Mistress....

youve even got on the right dress ..

made of see through hems as you are me...we know only total transparency

despite our true innate quiet humble  private  dignity 

can save

humanity

well at least up this  particular junction

of as every european now says    total fuckwit dysfunction..... for our daughters

one day we ..willl......"