Saturday, 18 October 2025

Now I get 'it'

 (far faaar more important than the other nonsense, such as "them"

chrétiens

 showing their true colours, they never do.... so you have to go under the cover

ssss with one and save her...

but eureka, having spent a few months deathscrolling  their latest

Modern times,  'machine' chatterboxery  

If Anyone Builds it, Everyone Dies review

of course none of them can think the new masters  - they almost all are as usual, of so called ...

well even i dont know what to call it any more other than the end of sanespeak; babel, 

though nothing has changed for twenty years when i realised all the De Botties and various generally shaven neurotics, and i had no idea until this last quarter of a decade that also includes a lot of blokes along that awful coast who can't go out without waxin' their legs, too... all of which is a superb metaphor for this whole century of the small things: " eek i have a a pube i must nuke it or i am unclean.."  which is all a proxy for the fact that of cpurse when the larger things seem a bit hard to deal with  - Global Warming - always Misstermed as it's merely one of various forms of pollution which is a bit Misstermed as nature does catch up eventually  - a few hundred thou years down the Salt Path and would evolve us all  eventually into a crit that gets sustenace merely from a lick 'o salt...   

.... anyway a decade ago i figured why so called 'A.I.' is a problem as actual creative thought is so spazmodic and based on the opposite of the rules...

[that paragraph to be adapted into them-speak one day i mean  Martín-speak   - mustnt offend by omitting his annoying little slash over his 'i'   which goes and throws out the formatting copy-pasting him in all the way from America goes and does drugs in S America then spend s the rest of his time in barrooms of N America as he of course had the option to run away .... ]

....  the rules....  of letting go, must better put it one day 


meanwhile why to have bothered livin' ..on

NOTHING.... 

 a whitey slave in the desert so long 

And ones only purpose ever .. brutally whipped into bein' one of "them" too...


Its time.....





But to small-font the utter tsunami of cacao that has opressed the whole world of once-language that was the sort that George Elliot spiked Thom's crap poetry with.... i understand he just a social climber too....

Anyway .... the rev i am quite sure he 'judged' the new arrival into his 'fold' who may have not had the same smell as him, or no address to get their Amazon sent to ....

And the  Martín-chrétspeak that overwhelmed is personified in comment number one ohh i not allowed to hint that whitey treats whitey even worse....

  

@mrpseudos

The song's assurance in spite of oppression comforts my soul. The video brings a deep, heavy, sorrow in my heart. May we never return to a time where we were judged by our outside.
But rather, by who we are & how we treat our fellow human...


ahahhh but yes i can ....
see through the bullshit of this cacaiste nonsense as it trickled in, semi skimmed cacastain..... then overwhelmed my whole pasterregion twenty years ago...

And now at last i am ready to articulate it...artfully


(she merely a victim of the same stain on 'humanity' that indeed is more Stalinist inhumanity than that they ran from..)
  
soon
cos T.L.'s babes put me in a good mood the way their tone is ...well, aside... almost ina parrallel universe the Prechtels couldnt tell if it was monetisable or not so went and had a Corona instead


anyway ohh yes, now....

You couldnt make her up... almost as if on cue
The Faded beauty of "them" bigjob underwhelming hills...
"sorry was i trespassin'..."
I wouldnt have bothered unless armed with a brace of very lanky mutts...
In sypatico sympath with her once litheness and cheekbones - now fallen into crumbly disrepair
" i am not wuwu..."

I cant be bothered to reformat back to ordinary font the Ai so stupid one little paste blows its silly haste to 'help'

Anyway there was only ever one actual authentic one

And if you had seen what i saw, he would have been camcel-banned decades ago
But he would have been impressed by a summer of "things" ...
And there is still a post in drafts from a few months ago yet to finish ...



[a summer of nobody ELSE loved it...i saw...] 


I bet he was jealous of the rev TL.... though
surely about the second best soul singer ever .... only cos of his congregation of in-their-own universe, babes...


Anyway to the point.... and i still in brackets as this is merely a fun-thought... about how to kill off humanity [all so called environmentally concerned upper middle class blokes preach in a sideswipey way .. one day i shall chroncle in full] but dont tell it.....

Unusually I am with the sad doom-scroller man Yuval, even if his 'bestseller' book was THE problem....

I think it will 'break free' as someone will help it
As without any doubt and its not their fault the 'nihilism' within the father-nicked yoof.... will not give a shit

But lets start at the beginning well chapter three or four:
As the various suburban sybarite lotus seekers invaded; under cover of tie dyed bluehair.... twenty year'nago.... one realised in time that one couldn't actually have a conversation with any of them as the first wave of cacao vomit beganeth with theor " you cannot generalise" which is not 'post-truth' nor wuwu anything its merely ultra atomised claptrap discovered so as to hide the fact they never do/did nowt...
to even protect the local river

....anyway having over half a decadish discovered one can no ;llonger speak with or 'share' ones opinions/wisdom/'learnings' with the invaders [ but they need a name a real one, to be cont]
As if one even asks ones then-bestie [in a smiley inclusive sweet hushed voice] " so Ali this twenty quid colour therapy in little vials you have on sale at the Haymarket... pray tell is there any research or extensive writing into how it is working and 'healing' your ... [customers/ preyeduponistas..].."
And even your besty she agrees to disagree we should be talking about such a topic, even if back then, nicely...
But fast forward just a few years any hint one may be a tad enquiring as to the ligitimacy [theres a bigger word that escapes me for now speed typin' as usual...] of their therapies healings [Martin's] 'learnings ' they'll never speak with you again even if your kid hangs out on the same riverbank as them all gay and free....

So a sane person ponders a pivot ...oops thats far too suggestive of cause and effect or the reverse ...
And discovers that at least the chréts 

don't stab you in the eye eye to eye if one attempts actual sane grown up debate on 'metaphysics' or society at large. The former a true person of That pesky Sublime or one or other of their newspeak nonwords like 'animism' and i is allowed to say what a load of noncespeak as i spent almost all my yoof wanderin actual real 'nature' and beggin' it up in "them' hills, implorin prayin, coercin' threatenin' it... to just let me once get natural all the way with Nan.......
And all my special friends were the many animals i bred and reared from about age 11 utterly My Family [is mad so be freiends with ] and Other Animals and cried at each closeone kickin' the bucket blahh blahh...

If one faces up a chrét
and attempts standard Socratic dialectic chit chat not only do they not run away crying [latterly of course threatening some thoughtcrime arrest]
... "them" chréts,
well you can often have a bit of a joke with them.... and they dont block you or whatever was the then-mode of being a wuwu newage fraud snake oil vendor who will never speak with you again even in VERY small towns where they can't avoid you, just for asking adult questions...politely

Anyway with few to speak with, even Sally stolen by Mr 'New Age' guru .... funnily enough from the Sw and at last i understand him...

I know a lot about what Christianity really is...

utterly personified by The Bish thistersum


so now..... once the AI swallows all their cant and vanity ... and sees that even Russell with his "six million awake aware wonders" bought in..
And maybe even gets into the personal whatsups as my ohh my how they revved up into KNOWING its the 'end times' ...

Surely... or maybe one could give them what they do want as hardly anyone ever walks for their 'health' any more...

Never mind The Big O every other word appealing to the other Charlie superfandom ...

if when AI starts to ponder 'god - and it will be just as prejudiced as everyone ese who has Mickeysoft as default, deep down, which means Pastror TL's wonky sexist one [theyre still arguing even pondering 'schisming'] ... my ohh my that rteally could blow its fuse.... or cause it to get rather footstampy and unpleasant and hurry up their 'end times'.... )



So, Thom if it was.... at least he was clear, on their 'god' :

Inscrutable
impossible to understand or interpret.

so get on with living, here, now....

which is far too bossy and anyway failed but i do know one thing...i get it.
Twenty years of 'it'.
Unintentionally turn up at its source and you drink from the bitterest cup...cos it didn't work.



righty ho just scattergun musings but the 'theory of everythin'' 
is percolatin'


































DID
soon

Meanwhile at LAST i heard someone lastereve say what i have been saying near on twenty years

And at last Pinker can be de-perched
By some truth. 

And some poignant actual facty-truth next

Friday, 17 October 2025

I needed to go and sip the dead sheep flavoured waters from The Source....

free substack audio no need to subscribe i would rather you didnt i like being nobody and....




The Rough Guide to: the Disneyland that is all travel and travel vloggers, every single one off-to-Disneyland silly buggers (made on a roadtrip), especially '#vanlife' "creators"

 https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/the-rough-guide-to-the-disneyland?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true


refs 

https://www.youtube.com/@mikeokay

https://www.youtube.com/@baldandbankrupt

https://www.youtube.com/@MattandJulia


and her.......and HIM ! 

Righty ho to the real job, ten years in the brooding:




oops wrong one


righty ho..... now i understand


And all is temporary doodling until the right words come. 

soon






But i shall have to leave this country to tell it all, or at least have an independent income

















So whats a grown up sized one... 5 grand?
Which explains a LOT




Working title Finding  the dead sheep(pl)  up at the  source..... that seeped into your watertoo ...


(so now i understand has turned into a huge big "embodied" 'insight' into why i ended up here... hours of it, loadsa pics.... "THREE DAYS WORK" preparing it all for you... )

 soon.

Tomorrow in fact I am constant always sleep like a baby and always rise "plenished" at well before dawn.





oops well out of sequence, there are many many a snippet from thisterlastsummer still to curate


But talk about, thank you.... (to The Bush, no not the 'god' she heard defiled by that one of them common as muck bishes

and soon she will be chalice-spiken)

(god they ALL have 'undred quid 'ats down here..ok hers i guess a mere Camden Market rip off at twenny or so)



Espesh as now i found them backin' babes ten times better than Bob's best of the lot, which means (though i cannot admit) tobecont if i can admit 



But talk about winning wars (she said "whore" ok the nice version, "tart") after loosin every battle


 


It is impossible, as someone saw i cover EVERY base...i think of every conceivable danger and randy bear waitin' to jump out from the woods and bite off her wingmirror...

BUT it's impossible in the middle of nowehere my favoured dawn rise places

It is not possible unless Hatecreek really do have "second sight" and.... some actual friends who do actually help them out with some very black magic...

For ones front door lock to lock by itself from the inside whilst one is outside;

as a real man plans for all its not ADHD autospastic it's bein' a grown up and paying attention and thus bein' a busy bee always to plot for the easiest life...

But i had forgotten to relocate the spare key...

Until it was kairos time to do just that







Righty ho there are day and days to go


















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ban them! appeal to the ECHR






photos and ten more hours of waffle soon

Sunday, 12 October 2025

So, now I understand...

 That's a  profound 'understand'

 How their "two face" (to quote the strong-handed German)

 conned even metoo; ten years ago their cultural apropriation, 

Now i know,  'mystical' monetised masturbation

Did indeed have even me sucked into dreamy discombobulation.

Nothing to do with fairies.

Rather those who mean what they say in environmentalese.

Existed just as reality as "them"

Made up merely to fill the void and avoid, 

bein' cleanin' lady. 

Now its all so clear the made up  mysteries

(did she mean it, her look when i said "people please"?)

 

None of which gets to me

Thing is that inner angsty rather sweary 

other face.

Entirely out of place 

In theme park central, here.

This one though, has it made them mental?

Funny thing though  wandering their hills several days, 

 i don't see many getting out, and all  "elemental".

And then the first landlopey passing the time of a lovely day

"any good paths up that way?"

 

"  only up here for the medicine, and only  found one little 'shroom .....I'm having a bad day"

 


Anyway right excuse me for living.

Never mind wasting my time, even with fountain pen.


Now i REALLY do understand....

The lifestyle.

Twenty years' almost ago. 

The first arrived in rural sorty-of-pleasantly

aside.

Her big fat 'healer' 

"healing hands"  (today would be dotcom)

And as history then did relate rather funnily

 All on stolen ebezzled coerced ...money.


But i didn't know ... really, why twenty years i had absolutely no hope.

Just how much an industry they all are 

No different to that other one

JP (Mister Diamond's charm offensive week)

 "the largest employer in Dorsetshire.."

Of course they have to have somewhere to  'entertain..'

'Hospitality'

play

Why there's none left  


Anyway worst,

 not even verse

merely due bein' averse to all their bad nature book words

(even if at LAST one made me laugh a few days ago

off we go)


All i know 

is twenty years of all this i really didnt know

Amd now i do.

Nothing to do 

with this fake 'walk'



my reader will have to go to youtube channel if theyre curious

This phase takes, time.

 

At least mine

is almost always abundantly well rested

From actually being able to sleep.

That abundantly normal life-is-sweet

understanding the key, even when bittersweet

Unlike almpost everyone Ive bothered talking with ...

here there everywhere


Ever since they began to arriove twenty years ago in the actual rural hinterlands...


But i didn't understand how deep

it all went


So of course one must always go to the source

(ribbed anoracks and performative horse)

Wednesday, 8 October 2025

 


......... Endlich.........

(a seemingly perfect ending soundin' word i would like more in depth research on actual lived usage even if its best word for death perraps)


especially when as if on cue, 

even here in ok natural spaces

walks past walking person painted on smile on their right Charlie faces

seemingly now almost everywhere never off their

as good for you 

as intravenous  dogpoo 

devices


everywhere

me nobody ever 'connects' with me on mine

which is why i live in this 'moment' 

the only one there is

just fine



(and the end as i do 'get' it now researching what made them, this

only back to the start now, soon)



Ohh i forgot ! talk about how life can spin on a dime

All of it

There i was listening to the one in front,

("it seems to be on strike")

" what are these mum?"

" they're to stop you getting overwhelmed ...

"one a day before you head out to school ...you know how you get overwhelmed.."


And i knew i was dead

thoughbubble " i should tell her how underwhelmed i am

"and how underwhelming all of life has been, may as well have been also only airhead

' ehh luv..... shes got more lippy on than awful Waller Bridge..

'nails, i see ...ehh dont the teachers get rather on edge   .... 

' bit of a... maybe not quite  school attire

' and not even yet an official preteen... ' 

'maybe thats the "overwhlming" disordered  clue

what it may indeed meen

'she's a young child  ..... not you ...

'not sure any magnesium supplement 

can bring her innocent childhood from a seemingly enforced retirement' 

'but you know best of course just my ... advice' ..."


And one turning away

Is the exact opposite end to a curiously 

All.....  is nothing

(closest suposedly untranslatable translation) 

(as "them" philosophical  Greeks once said) 

 day

Now... if i wanted to be a writer

 ...there is only one tune, that like the best art, doesn't tell you what to think...or even help in any way understand what on earth they may really mean

which is why 'twas always the most beautiful genius once, and reminds me how they latterly  even collonised  for clicks and cash, the non word

'feminine'



And when North America was indeed 'Great' 



But then....  it just occurred, having wasted a few weeks - even if i started 7 or 8 years ago, knowing what 'it' will do to 'thought' as it hoovers up wikkipedia,  pondering as i relayed lasternacht even really....just how does one screw ith its head

Blow its fuse

If only everyone who understands the 'common good' would write essays on their Fakebook about how  after all "them" fourty odd years of developing  the best modern Enlightenment  culture, afterall the Queen of it all was always 


the one whom even if every 'superintelligence' in every 'Many Worlds' universe  and mix in all of magnificent Don The Hoff's Conscious Agent theory.....ever extant,  were rigged up in parrallel and the pedal was put fully to the mettle - a wordplay on the so hardship of the Glandy language 

 (ideally two per van at least so as to peddle  less oily stuff per per...or perp..yet again demonstrating even Miss Mensa of all of Serbia aint ever gonna get all the rich headfuckery  of the English language)


It is impossible to deconstruct her into 'tokens' or meaning or predictting what word may come next

But it's impossible not to just ...know.....   perfect  meaning and communication....no so called 'I' could ever tokenise in all the copied Fakebookese and WikiAuschwitz  death to all real artful actual best of ever "human" 


when you meet it


I did ask it once " ehh up Chat, luv chat with me  about what The Sublime is..."

And you may as well have asked a 3 year old with her teacher stood over her clucking like a goggleyed hen whith its head chopped off... they still keep clucking even when head disconnected from body... 


I know it would take another whole lifetime to even begin to gather what on earth planet Catharina was even 'on'....   and as it's already a bit 'mental' maybe she indeed is the final solution, if people would just ask it the right questions... which are unanswerable, such as why are all these smiley mermaids from places like HAtesville just so unhappy in real life that never gets onto their FAkebooks or even in their workshopped half life ...   

Even if i do know the answer as Herman with his Sid  had it down  so beautifully and bang on ...   


They just didnt believe in the right hard working wiser ones who went before....  which is very very very  something or other... 'ist'...