"morality" as performance art - no point in any other version round here, (where 'for the common good' is just as much a swear word....except maybe to The Dean)

 

"bought bohemian"

 

soon

Just a few pages to go

 

(and now i know why their tv is SO bad..) 

"point blank"

 So, on second nuke day (the other day, satithinkday) ...  how interesting to hear that MAAAAYbe he deliberately missed. ....

(I deliberately missed her, the liar who takes the NAzis cash....)

 

.....soon

" go on, look at me..."

 the 'rule'. To come.

"ascetic"

 .... now, if it was known: the strop.

Just from holding hands.

" i only ever met one lass who even knows the word 'ascetic' "

Five star, and ascetic in one - correct meaning which has no implication of ANYthing metaphysic

So, the greedy Wasteland isn't wasted.

 It is like going back to the seventies.

Whilst the rather silly women (only) of 4chan eulogise over a so called man they would have only ever looked down their noses at in days gone yore.

And the end of the road, was looked upon,  and seen to be nowhere.

what was the poetry lastereve?

It will come back.

It always does.

Anyway all that matters:

(having heard from the actual scientific horses mouth "clothes" )

I have never seen so many people with so many clothes on at the beach.

Nor ever seen so many accessories, at the beach;

and on the Tracks.

It is all only an endless fashion show.

But deep down below

such a total neurotic fidgeting.

Nobody likes being who they are, so must Bee-costumed

somebody.

And my ohh my the bees ain't happy with any of it!

They're on strike, too.

Struck ...off

The definite end. Of a long look, needed. As usual the arrogance of the Southerner - both East 'n West. Ended at the very toppest table (at least he paid - i have no embarassment).  Where the clever dickeratti cannot countenance all of life, merely a fable.

So, back to, purpose.

"i am nice"

 

LOADS of photos to put in here later

just a few but all 'themes' (nothing changed for 20 years of same old fraud... ) are being knitted together soon

memo note to self every other silly part-Swestern leg just as last region demand "celt" - the most meaningless word ever... 

and not one especially if librarian can ever be....quiet...

right, the 'nice' must be lampooned... ohh yes that's been my 20 year project... shame i wasn't a Yank called  Shriver - she's allowed to... call that as a good as a genocidal word... - used by the perps. There are MANY forms of genocide....

post not ready until 14.30

Her PR release....

 

righty ho following on from

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFh2-4kuBCU&feature=youtu.be

we have even if rather late, rather distracted... (doin' EVEN Dinner at the Hight Table lastereve at the table of THE Dean..of a big motherfucker Oxford college... he told GREAT tales of his mother's overuse of meds...)

everything i do for some years is ALWAYS first superquick draft until a writer grant is stolen and defrauded my way to enable 6 mths sat with my notes...which are never as good as first quickest draft with only "spastic" assistance ( not my word - that of THE Big DON of a very very big British so called learning institution)

#hashtagthevomitbucket

#hashtagadodgyoldhag

etc....

#redemtion

#'perimenopause' is made up so says THE BIG DON.(and his GP wifey) .not me i as a mere man don't even have a view. 

(there are OTHERS who soon will put their oar in who saysotoo...)

Righty ho...

 (SELL your houses and fancy boats.. the Wasteland apocalypse of middle class  - i.e. Camilla and her pets, is everywhere: its SO SO quiet in their special Seashell collectin' coves and Private schoolboy playgrounds )

Now.. hashtags are so ugly I avoided them for years. But they make me smile now, trying out a few #Raynors

But what really is ugly is the only one dimensional writing that all so called writers be they journalists, critics, or just dull nothing-to-polemicist about, cannot think. But it's how political correctness stopped all constructive critique some years ago more likely decades: " bless 'em.... and one does understand... I mean it's dog eat dog or cat for lunch, oops 'dinner',  in the Backstreets of Brumminam.... and anyone who gets out of the 'West Midlands' into Wales or the Borders is of course, behind their painted on smile, and painted on haircolour, going to be a pretty [ugly] brutal CHAMPION  hissing catfighter of an Ayn Rand fan even if their parents too thick to make them read the odd good book... so theyre just a Northern version of Eastenders on an even more polluted air source, but every single one one ever ever actually got to know was a complete and utter hustlin' scoundrel....  for decades...so why should Raynor and Moff be any different, and not  try and thieve  their way to the next class up.... theyre just the most expert of all at performing 'I am a Sweetpee' when theyre actually just a gimme-the-money tree ... rooted in toxic brownfield factory dirt.." But it is interesting the actual psychopathy. 

The complete and utter inability

to understand that being called out for stealing from a not very well off couple running a small business, (NOT denying those years of pilferin' in yer press release)  and then making up victimhood, so as to con famous so called acting peeps, really is a bit of a bad example.

Nope....

But the really funny thing - Animal Farm, or Lord of The Flies, is how not one recent stop-'n-search victim  - asking HONOURABLE questions on her Path of late, understands this either.

They must have left a pandemic-sized trail of infectious craven psychopathy on their dull fake Track.

So be it. splendid symbol for a loony land.  The real loonies the ones who could leave, but stay on failing to have read their Einstein.

The cure for psychopathy is perraps not caring that ones Proustian drip drip drip of arty wryness, i care about, as it's me, made the last four months, will have to wait for now as it takes loads more battery to deal with lots of itzy bits...  

But i am full time....and have developed another voice, too.

Miraculously it kindof works. Which is terribly traumatising as I am the world champion of only-fail...

  

  

         

 

Burn them ALL! (pacifistically with a fireperson present, due London unable to even control a BBQ never mind a real man's fire)

 righty ho now six months of waffle STILL to load up.... now i discovered that of course the Glandy one - private school, girl in fact that's an insult to real girls...just another butterfly lost in 'space'

And thistermorn money was nearly spent....on this operation. Except in the laziest low down county in the whole of Glandyland.... almost equal to the real so called 'Celt' places in acedia and lazy slovernliness (caught from London no doubt),  the product wasn't in...

when the elves really are singing a tad in harmony, too....

But with The Chret once again manipulated via ESP into doin' what i needed a year ago....  looks like the 'message' is keep on ploddin' on...

But i hate it that the themes started sixtermonthago... got interrupted as they are always the same ole....

And now they are comming true.... all around its really Wasteland...

Which of course is a positive energy unlike the Rotten one's "anger" (made him fattoo it seems) , never being angry at all ever is the real art...

And now the SCIENCE is in!! wowser...

soon, at last.... once the smugness has worn off....

 

 

"Diversity, equity and .... occlusion.." Them got THE lesson...

 "down in the dungeons of London Town last ever time ...

"one chose to be there..

"Ronnie's, a place where all people could come, and equally queue up for the tickets to Paradise  . 

" One man only ever, showethed what it is to be an actual man....

" And every single Cheltenham Lady -  so called educated lass..

"Joined the queue to go change err Stevie Knickers...

"after an hour bein' sermonised,  mind, fucked

"neigh, raped..

"neigh grabbed  willingly  by her nape

"and every gusset down that dungeon, had to be recycled into a cleanin' lady's second rung bish-o-prick, cloth, good for nowt except the dirtiest gutters

"as only one man ever, 

(to her cont, as i don't want anyone to be Ozzy-limited)

In a bit 

Now we at last have the science.... and a Godsquad disciple who does what she's told.... by very very very pointed 

prose.

Little Miss...

 I certainly don't miss them...

They must be very very unwell.

So, to really reboot (i hope, but hope didn't help them..)

Now, all the Tolles in the world couldn't make anyone "listen" but at last we have some science.

And a team of Godsquad doin' at least a Little bidding.

To her cont. Even if of course that leg, had to be forgot.

It's all so vile under the military flightpaths...

As are the absurd Little Men of the RNLI 

" I don't support ANYone mate in a  land that supports Them Jennies on cider..." 

An, 'Apocalypse' - well something has happened....

 Now, the end of The Road...

Became even more endier.

And no more need for cryptiche...

The Fools of the  judgementeratti  can f off and die of staying indoors all day as it seems the whole world now does...

If only the world knew of the REAl Nature Cure, within...

And without.

THe actual end. 

But so much to fill in, and so little battery for weeks.... 

But that's the real pilgrimage, to strugglin' for nothing because...one does believe in something.

Except absolutelly no idea what it's for...

06.fifty sevenish

 ... snail hate

yesterfifteenundredish 

god i hate the utter boredom of EVERYone speaking about things wrong with everyone

That means EVERYone is all wrong

"therapy" ....

 ...never mind clifftime ...

Done

Do come back... alcopopanthony to do... crow from 6 mths ago to do....it's all in my superbly non "phase" dedicated consistent, mind...and body

Embodying,  actually meaning what i say

So, if one sounds smug, up until ....now....

 ...wait until what next

And of course the ONLY one whom is still beautiful "human" correspondenteress

Is the Death Cult Chrtistianist

And she loves my actual cheeky sense of shared "humanity" extremely rude and hatecriminal goading of her fabulousness that shines out from under her skirts up to the heavens above

(is it because like me she is real 'island' and always will be?)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The Judgement Day...

And then we shall see

I'm not sorry for having the most gobbledygook unblog ever, because every second is recorded and under the watchful second sighty eye of superb  Scribblatti tribal types ...

And soon catch up will occur. Deliberately obtuse for...now....

  

 

" don't look at stats.."

 "we need a clean sweep, by a loadsa they, them  cleanin' ladies with stiff brushes more viciously steel  tipped than any mere Hateside swordstick in my gullet making me laugh in my dreams...and upon 'awake'ery..."

now.... a curious engagement on the Track of Defraudin' .... where does she fit in to Don's bonkers pilgrimage to nowhere

And my ohh my how they moan....

even as the day of reckonin'  just..is

  

The atch of them "separatist" ssss.....

 Righty ho all that matters is the workshops...

Mine always free.

And a grear performance earlier thistermorn, of sincerely recruitin' a London van woman... whom pretends to do psychotherapy, but she knows it's all pretense..and not to stick in the compulsory 't-word' in line 2...or ten...

"no trauma can be claimed by everyone, especially if in the bottom ten percent, as theyre trained to... by hunky Gabor.."

('recruit' to what exactly? i still don't know as yes the 'change' did occur )

BUt all that matters in a workshop that should in fact have been priceless it was so good.. " i never said anything about lesbians ....but did you see the way she was waiting...to accuse me of being the fourth that day..."

to be continued as is the one from the other day about the supposed walker...

Not that there is any point as trying out the rhetoric it seems no one is able to really respond artistically to " she didnt deny stealin' loadsa dosh from a humble small family business.....  and 

.....      WALKERS real ones forever... when there is no honour ANYwhere else in this society from about 20 uyears ago.... none zilch zero..i walked to at least have a chance of meeting one or two walkers who would by dint of walking still have honour.... and her false claims of victimisation, destroyed THAT - THE last bastion of honour... fruckin' biotch..."

"Смрт је непровјерена гласина" even if it should be innix

I do hope it  - or should i say "them"  (IT CAME BACK!! :-))) ..i only have one chin unlike most here as i am slim from actual artistic thinkin' all the time...no its NOT a "cause" ...)

OR SHOULD I WRITE 'THYME'....

IN league with the Toppite tribe....

++++++++++++++ ahhhahh yet again i rit a bit 

above

a few days ago

 but distracted  

so back to today, and go

 Now....

or the end.

Certainly the end of humanity

so without it's humanisation, and "human"word it looks so more habitable

how come they are still on the desktop, unseen? from my vantage - this dimension, in my case where three still remain in the worst flatlands in history

Righty ho

I don't know about the usual rather abstractist or former sov "dark thoughts" art merely to make cash...

But, talk about the end of a yellow brick road.

And living on.

Indeed bein' enhanced

I sat half the evening in a trance

Looking at the actual woman from the actual real art song 

that's education, too

 

Her i know without seeing her facial imagery, 

that a million odysseys 

wouldn't be enough to do her

justice

with the bishop at lunch (just her and me) the nexteraft

Anyway now that the Nutz has sadly gone a bit

There bein' nuthin' 

lost.

Now this will oops...... 

how can one write 'appear gobbledygook' in a London-on-Sea way for London to see

That they could never entrap me, in nets of soluble nothing

There bing NO art in London, or in fact any Lowlander.

(born ' bred here on this sceptic aisle)

At the checkout of Lidl, i made her smile

" you made me more than smile when i saw one 'human' left looking at her watch"

And the greatest ever chatup to be invited to her party

in history

I couldn't do that two years ago

And could have spent two years just sat looking at her 

And her yellow bucket, which seems to have summed it ALL up

As she seemed to know.

Without us saying it.

As i do believe at last i met an artist

Only one.

In the worst place in the world.... 

And beat her with my "well my religion's say what you mean and mean what you say... so i did come to yer party here at the other worse place in the world.... as i tricked yer into invitin'  me a flusterin' and flatterin' even you... ." 

Right education's all that matters, no not cheeky fun about a lyin' embezzlin'  bitch, witch of their Path to Nirvana via her Mother Thereasin'....

And to morally discuss her dastardly fraud with the Bish from just down the road

Her road

Means there are only two sides no matter what death cult one is drownin' in

And all of drugged out nineteen sixties Yooessay good writers could not have captured that yesterdinner oops lunch,  table in a whole oeuvre of all them great beat poets

couldn't write a 'moment' even in a lifetime of so called work

" here is my addiction, from Amazon.... delivereth.."

" ehh up luv leets have a look i do hope its going to be part of the exorcist treatment ..my ohh my i had no idea how down here they're as common as much .... what reeducation.... even she needs...not one of em can even second sight beyond the end of their noses the snot dribblin down onto their plates.....as they darent ever think of what real  joy n celeberation there is in real truth.....of whom they are for just five minutescos they don't know too busy tryin' to gold mine the latest fad...."

 

"rivals!" on the treeless, side, aside...

oops this was the first of the day, new era, unfinished first draft of a rather long story

but i forgot to press for 'publishing'

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

cut back cut down

no one bothers to even "dream" of rewildin'

But sometimes it's better to be cut right back to even less

Especially when an elf goes and gets ferkin well published

By a bigjob.

Now...

More than Just a reverse odyssey... 

damnit 'success' is far harder than endless wonderful fully "energising" failure.

success hurts.

Success is a seemingly real smile (even if seemingly impossible to identify down SW)

that one wonders may actually require one to try again.

having failed; and bounced through it eventually.

Righty ho so all the best titles are already bagged. But if one 'believes' another just as real may bubble up...

 

As long as fuel is 'paid' for.... oops that isn't worth a penny, below, captions usually above..

Belowpics...  a series of art installation; concaternation of even more endless non-words one hears (especially since their phoenix year of 2021 when it became even more essential not to bestuck

bein' cleanin' lady...

all those bugs in the bogs

So they all went online to endlessly shamaniac the language to death.

Only to make them look good when proclaiming universal good for everyone else but themselves.. ("by donation") 

So many examples. ooh that sounds rather hatecrime Miss Ohh Jenny...

But then a real story, is no crime

And just the  many towny neurotics colonising the land once of common sensibilities

("ignore it lass, it won't sting, its more frightened of you than you are of it") 

made every square conformist bespoke (hand knitted knickers) 'individuality'

lead to everywhere insanity. 

"abundant" what?

Anyway they always conform exactly to type: " but i volunteer at that nice little communal farm  we are different" 

And hate " ehh they failed i been listenin' to 'grassroots' 45 years ...during 45 years of Apocalyptic eco collapse...in poetical terms is Just  an excuse for not doing the dull work of joinin' the council... or proddin' the few women who just may poetically speak out against every kind of excess, especially those heretical to even suggest, and thus get published...  the latter far more borin'  and indeed dangerous, than the former...." 

Now, this ain't pretty or even any more bouncy.

But it will come back.

Having moved...

 territory.

Back to the reverse pilgrimage: electric sockets a bit fewer and further between...

All i know is i have my appropriate pen name: 

Private Plain..

Even if nobody, wearing nothing, especially the default t-shirt sloganary

that draws attention to me me me  

to compliment their default top hattery

and addiction to mirrored sunglasses, why? it's eerie!

 Never mind fancy seventy grand vannery

To be only ever plain.

Aside all ...well, she said it: " [stage direction: tearfully]  why ohh why  ...never again" 

Righty ho ho ho....

 "i am a Londoner who became a druid to get...??? [ girls? shamaniac lost sheep? ...]"

Anyway THE pilgrimage to Anti-Paulo nirvana, did indeed work.... yesteraft the great 'awakening' never mind loads of 

"who on earth wanders around in a Nirvana tour t-shirt from the 1990s..?  oh yes a  showoff  lost sheep middle aged man denying his age, in Pastyshire..."

Which is of no interest to me

" i saw through all this age 16 with my backpack on in Europe...[ the young vannigade my ohh my what to do about her..] "

To business. There should be a business in this... but you the mere browser won't understand until you live the Charlottinage bullshit  ...at last a poet and I can bring you an authorititive critique.

But it's always about character. "Only character can smash through this Flow of utter nonsense...their business model... and THE Nutcracker is the only one whom could just maybe do it..."  

Meanwhile, THE ...i was looking up 'education' again but the so called AI keeps putting in autocomlplete, za tvora

Anyeway all that matters is up at earlytime always no matter what....

And enjoy the.... "heresies".

...... obrazovanje

 ... despite all the hurdles, 

 (is it 'magic this is still viewable ?- if so go with the 'magic',  even if anyone who tells you what it is 'for' is a mad fraud ...oops errata thats 99% of them...oh well how sad never mind.. according to Cathedral Charlie the mush are there to "expand" it so you're all alright... i believe in real education, and no one will read my ...elves .....either  ) 

If oggle is right that was, 'THE' ..

But how on earth is one to even know   when all we have is incoherence and bimbese... no coherent conversation

No "point a b c."..... ever

a graceless what NOT

what one does NOT see is always more interesting than what one does..

 

No.... bank statements or wage slips proving income rather than embezzlatory compensation. Indeed 'no comment' except "we are 'spiritual' to fact: you nicked it love and werent anyone's 'victim' "

No actual data about actual 'diagnosis'.  

No Instacomments  allowed....

I love dystopian symbolic halls of mirrors

THE most interesting image of all (the last ten years)  and why i never any more speak to so called men - apart from 'Green' aristocrat men being unable to comply with a request " acknowl please this email you said you wanted to keep spam filters happy"  ... more on that in great big long ode style diatribic poetry later ...

the utter show off rubbish a REAL man hears from the childmen about 'leisure' batteries being better and ordinary lead acuid suffering if they arfer run down to zero... 2000+ times in 4 years being hill loving 

vanagrant,,,full time FROM then writing only in the hills by laptop when they work...no solar panels as they draw attention from the gawpers... just a man and his motor 

now every false word to now, meaning not time YET to get to the weaving, un like all others in Londonistan who endlessly claim "yes please" and they may as well have never existed...

i have loads of bits to fill in and recall every one as a real promise

these from Winn-day which will be as ceremonially celebrant forever as the day it SHOULD all crumble... sorry even if 'spiritual' Tom Paul started it...

she the final ...product. Only lies....its utterly hilarious and is now the context for the rev erse odyssey back to Natural Stores etc and soundbowl prom... (with Nutcrackin' protection this time)

anyway i cant work in the sun which means havent been able to in this last perfect few weeks...

soon that changes

back to nottiness even if fraudulent writers are FAR more fun than shabby herds of Ellie's sheep...

what the Green Party never do NOT ever talk about... their influencers

mine all female in the early 80s were wonderful..ly green

Grace... (Londoners and the embezzeller)

 (how come the 'a' is workin', now... so many things go to a Cathedralite 'spiritual' unthinking natural cycle no one can EVER understand so i only ever mention it for fun...)

oops the 'evil' books series isnt finished yet because you have no idea the work conditions of late

some get missed

oops another one IT - yourtube put in 'shorts' i have no idea why as its all part of 3000 clips of absurdist performance art....but i must edit some now!

go back to the UNfinished one a few days ago needs another Unherd evil reference that one far worse, still to find...

but its as if even they had ACTUAL 'second sight' if anyone except moi thought of joinin' some dots....

I wonder if they were in the queue....

oops errata you get to be a 'star' to not be in ques, Sally...Waitin....

the funniest week in HISTORY... (the Track interviews are far funnier one day soon)

now gracefully.sat at the seaside yestereve ... philosophically observing i do believe i was the only one without stupid hat on a very hot day, ugly shades - or the even uglier mirrors upon nothing in front of them but more of them..

"fidgeting" (a writer a SUPERB one she rememberrred fuck the Nutcracker really did work!)

Anyway only lastereve did i really "COMPLETE" my education as i never knew about their Amanda ....

And thus the new real education began

soon - as it is companeras/os/is...

universal.

It gets rolled out

Meanwhile the QUIET!

right now all i care about is making ALL Glandy born 'n breds jealous...

it happens in real life  even if with a high price - the staring is quite unbearable - all of them sat there shaded and hatted staring...not at my lack of them but always fine posture - a whole nation hunched over shuffling... and i knew 5 years ago, "GO!"

but needed to know really, why....

and thus am complete even if never in the other way.

now....

yesterrit: 

the poor "first generation immos"..

i met two.

Look it up: 'tmeans not born 'n bred

even ones with fine minds and spirits....

as VS Naipalm rit, they never speak out

But thistermorn is far far more symbollocks

Fourty years of it

Even if a coupla year'nafter...

Was it an early form of wusserism  - progenitor to Stalinism, no not lite..

caused by the worst reversal in Educating Rita educationalism ever in so called history

The great expressionist didn't sing it out yo the gathering Aidists...

As i was cycling the Scottish dinosaur Highlands to get away from their Aberdeenism and general bacon sarnieism... 

But it ending up as THIS!

(yesterdawn) ... her "Cathedral"ism...

But at least an elf does get it....

Anyway now now now..or next time it rains, the lasterphase begins. Now that my writing elsewhere (nope you cannot see, yet, even if i shall never say what is 'me'..) is  gaining traction.... heresy - posh word for sedition...ohh bless them the ONLY two ok minds i met in this whole sceptic aisle for fourty years.... two whole former sovs

Daren't of course speak out.

oops-errata time to find the Moldovan as she climbed to Top of The Pops.... despite being in witchie costume that one simply The Sublime 'magical' knowing dusk...

Anyway all i care about is that for three months, in this most sublime spring for some years,,in the one flowerfilled polace the evil Nazi councils actually DO leave be...and thus is quite Beeish...i have made the most of it.

But cannot make the most of a remarkable ongoing funny  .... seditious quippery 

But then also nature 'curing' nothing but being in it....a lot.

Actually don't tell anyone as moaning is far more fun....  almost the best of it, almost as good as the hills... 

 

 

Now.... all i care about is seeming sane, and a sane person can remember without my multitude of notebooks, that  not yesterday but in fact about March the tenth i have the next real  absurdist video real absurdist  clip....all being absurdist; so go even more absurd than the absurd pasty looking Marina....and REALLY 'perform' art...all day long.

Which is all it's been...

Even if the only 'art' that is valid is that with a real purpose not dilettante... (clip of that next)

And sequiturs - still to do the "job", lots more of that ... and the series: Londoners wouldn't like this or whatever i started to call it...

And then the loser Winners series has a LOT more fact based reality some even funny

soon... every smallest loose end or unravelled thread in the process of weavin' into finest tapestry all "connected" ...  is still in my fine memory.  Even if misted by the pandemic of not one other, seems to ever remember what was discussed so  same-page, poetically, fiercely "warrior"ly.. the day before.... 

how sad ... never mind great big fat recession guaranteed, they wont even remember how bourgeois fatcat they were before their 'mounjaro' got pissed out TOO into watercourses and all the fishies got too slim to bother eatin' even if you're a Biafran

 

Now.

 ....I may  speak a different language to every single born 'n bred (Glandyland - in other words everywhere except the places the gentrifying incomers couldnt bear the nettles and bugs and REAL 'nature' .. so kept away)  which is still a three dimensional tongue, not requiring sunglasses to browse as you have to THINK, instead of shield yer eyes..

from nuance and that finest old language, sardonese...  but body language was meant to be "leaned in" (maybe 7th in the list of their dreadful fake newspeak Gwerkspeakeration... that merely spatters their lost little souls all around for hoped-for profit, prophetessing nothing that actually works..)

I don't ever seek to make folks laugh or even smile, but sadly that was all that was left...

But i laugh at the way...

(on the wireless dawntoday...every day a new one... 

"replenishment" said from the firmament of her Southern cash...  

never mind her " magic mushrooms opened me up as if nature had never been invented til i gobbled a bucket of them instead of the cake 'n beer.... " 

so of course we have her - i bet 500 quid a day 'n arrf... "retreat" ... in some "bird" sanctree 

but the piss bucket it taken when someone goes and monetises them gods of ....The Elan...

wherre year upon year i took just me and the lass on retreat away from all the con artists that crept up from the 'Valleys' to monetise their " dreams"  

and of course vudu-dance...

oops.... for someone who knows i am always constant and methodical and rarely make mistakes i forgot to set the viewership in this rotten hull called 'messagin'" to 'public'.

so i probably seem like i went nuts...

which is bad form as all i care about is how i seem..

THE REAL version...

As i know that only the real one can persist

could persist..

twenty years of them.... 

Charlie-come-lately just the worst ever circus trained pantomine...

I saw them ALL....

no not this lot even if they at least werent really monetising an error

on the part of which ever witch 150 odd years ago trued to start to monetise "spiritualism" - errata i believe it was a couple... helpmeets... 

" ehh up lass how we gonna avoid 'avin to clean the local bogs for food 'n baccy cash...i got it! :-) lets ignore the history books and actual meaning of 'pagan' which was merely a word of the neurotic towny romans for them that lived aside in the quiet aside places aside of all their pervy neuroses...  and are far to sane to know that gods, fairies, 'spirits' or even 'welsh 'Rainforests' ' are made up mumbo jumbo for some new high priest [ when it was fully  pendulum swung that way, before it swung the other way despite various speakings of connected feminine energy nonsense ..into how to stab the other witch down the road in the neck to get her 'followings'...  and cash...

my ohh my i bet the fat unhealthy my-generation lot who started that con...  in so called Pay-Du-Galles which voted to hate all foreigners.... really seethe at the new girl on the "retreat" block who are going to dilute their witches brew...

this an insult to any woman in witches' costume as we all know Pullman put Seraphone in Golden immoral Compass cos the dads needed some eye candy to allay the boredom, and a fine thing too!  ...witchie clobber always turns me on as its darker and thus requires less of the planets resources to keep it clean..ALL sane women knew 40 years ago before they started to preach about the 'planet' generally in light colours as i guess it makes them look less fat...

pallid, paleface and  .... 

nothing to do with LIVEing in 'nature'... )

oops t6his it but there are quite a few other littlebits to fit

along

side

...sideways....

pure utter "purity"

to quote her 'Oracle' who purely

failed to give the middle class Glandybabe ANY notion of manners

despite her private so called 'education'..

God..if only how that Serb (yesters the 30th anniversary of it... i bet the machine gunners of Сребреница had more humanity and better manners " kneel down first if i were you the fall will be less painful for your crumplin' "knees... than the average Glandess who simply has no idea how to even to say thanks for the bullet to their 500 hrs of bullshit they needed to receive to put them out of their infectious misery...

Fifty years after the world said “Never Again” to the horrors of the Holocaust, genocide took place on European soil.

 oops this all higgledy but aside-circumstances are nice

especially when even awful Alistair  and Rory admit they failed to call out 'genocide' and their ex schoolmates still selling training retreats to adorable IDF little heroes...  

of course a considerable  amount of the 'SW' economy based on just such delightfully being in bed with child murderers...[ quite unnecessarily as even if one does agree Gaza needs to be defumigated of bug infested  ragheadgear which irritates the bonce unnecessarily and makes one a bit geehaddee when theyve no hope so give up.].. it can be done in a civilised humanitarian way rather than shock and awe to make a point] 

for once the BBC did a good thing and for once seeing dead children i think was necessary 

  

every pie and pint or even pasty sold to a manager of 'training' ;lovely just IDfers  bet a few make it down to that black swan....is...  supping with a very lost person who doesnt know the future... is only lost) 

Test test

 Nope....

Turn the stupid parrot off even if it already caused the language to be dead