"well you do generalise a bit.."

 "ehhh generalisation is what caused civilisation....some of it... forex in parliament a hundred odd years back someone said if we give them, you... the vote generally we don't think they will go mad with glee and vote only for The Monster Raving Looney party..."

god i got good at it....! 

not even that goldfishy gesture from the mouth oxygenating so as to ....argue... just silence, efficient shutthefuckupery silence

...

" oh she [ the fat 70 year old  really bad extremely half an hour long with extremely bad trance musac intertwined..poet, with an expensive geometric hairjob and so much bad poetry about her 'long covid', dressed like Ian Drury - a very smart snazzy waistcoat noless... nothing else can she think of to further draw attention to herself, hence] is a 'them'..."

 "No the  wonderful ONLY HOPE woman i met yesters is a them.... she is indivisible from her fabulously brought up children who met me in the eye immediately i chanced upon them like fairies in the woods and spoke with themtoo.... she immediately i mentioned a zoo back home once said 'listen with me children to him this is interesting' in fact she didn't really need to as for all their chuckin secateurs at each other and agreement with me 'only Londoners think ivy is poisonous let them eat it hahh hahhh.. theyll get bored of it soon enough... if there was a nettle here i would eat it raw to break the ice .'.. they were a total real  'them'ed unit  indivisible minds and bodies...and they could read every twitch of her face and vica a versa... as they crawled about in nature and poison ivy...unprotected

"but i value you for admitting, when nobody else will their truth, you dont even care about ...say the dying hungry for Palestine, or anything else... any more...

" so let me ask you living alone here, i often park here a few hrs as its the best winter sun trap.... [ i should have realised, generally even poets living in million plus quid as 'well appointed' as you can get pretend ordinary humble houses...  are lying bourgeoisie i mean how do you get the million plus...  plus the  very expensive lesbian gardening company ive at times befriended, the last month of them there defo a them.... blessem.... stationed there in their VERY clean outdoor dungaree uniform.. strange theyre meant to be working on her lawns and steps and all that...] have you noticed how many people walk along here after a brekky of lotus leaves, and walking round their really dark little very well appointed downshiftee here in your most paradisiacal little lotus garden...castle....so many look so so lonely never mind drawn and  wan....i mean they cant all have cancer and 3 mths left thats what it feels like here?"

" gosh yes i really do yes there are so many  its quite shocking....."

" good we agree on something real and something that matters at last.... ."

Without any doubt even if this one defective - but then encountering her in pixiehattown well of course she fits the perfect generalisation about fatal NArniac disease... as the over 70s USUALLY have learned how to be real woman at last for the first time and stop trying to be what they never believed in

And this become far more beautiful... and only a pleasure to 'riff' with or josh or banter or even rudely dig.... cos you get 'dug', and digged back even harder whiich is all you want 

But the first.... (Randomite in fact mum and lass.....wow to have purest proof there is no hope.... unless the only hope could somehow be cloned, or.... Queen.... or have power and of course as she is a REAL them she knows  well she said it " we have a responsibility" ....

now..i need my actual equal and we can mentor her.................. as it would get 'messy'  very very soon, in fact immediately, if i did it alone.... 

And that's called bein a bloody martyr.... which would be only a pleasure meeting one who generally one hundred percent could not be ...arsey... quaint old useful word for precious and decadent as most of em know underneath their planet's fucked as are the kids in a few years

Anyway their problem... 

i, duel purpose, did my bit for ten years to the day tomorrow daytime and thats enough forever...

HOWever i'm not some Londoner who would have set out on some quest to an exact preplanned  mentally ill precise ocd dull framework or rota like "take a photo of yourself every day  for a decade" thats not art its just towny neurotic showing off in the most unimaginative and unsublime way...

me i had no idea i set out one midwinter morn a decade ago ... on anything, for anything...and very often keep saying to myself theres no point no purpose no sanity no manners no propriety  ever in this silly land,  in perpetual sex war even fatty MCgilchrist just figured that one and tryin' to monetise when it was obvious 20 years ago....thats the only 'art' in any of it....  The Wasteland

(with THEM...sat on their own little island in the ivermectin polluted river that flows...called 'Loads of Flies,  on Our Island thank you very much .... the rest of you Lord above all turned into cannibals and ate them all'  )

except i have .... given up.... so.... theyll have to beg.

Anyway talk about genius.... not even going over the threshold.... talk about a unique texted xmas gift.... to her fathers 'house'... i didnt think i would but such a best ever walk and weather....

thats all you need 15km a day ....and a reason to take that tougher route...

Anyway yes well who knows all other language-cultures are so complex and take a lifetime....Deda Mraz.... a kind of neutral "grandfather frost" midwinter greeting when i looked it up on my communication phone and now by laptop its not even there for happy thing.....via honk kong this last time most apt ... they silence people there too, bigtime... merely from fear - only of themselves,  as always, but.... its been fun

right now the fullest true true version starts....

free substack audio

The REAL 'art' in actually 'RELATING' (proof over the next decade and not even a penny will ever be paid...thats the point - nobody should monetise, passing on what works...)

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/the-real-art-in-actually-relating?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

FREE VOODOO and moronic old lumps of rock to go shamaniac rubbin yer crotch up against em as youre too wimp to use crotches what theyre invented for,...

indeed for silly women who long ago decided they were too non-female and over the hill,  to have relationships with anything other than  dumb stupid masonry 

thats very one finger upp'er....

and thats stupid.....but very very clever

now this is what you get on xmas day if you are a truly old desirable absolute richbitch  desirable fourringed REAL battleaxe " im afarid you may be right ...[no hope]"

audio to accompany by 2000

 ....and then 

what next or maybe something's already happened i havent yet..

shared

"listen to this....childrens..."

 Definite unplanned mathematical equation discovery, yet another, i don't even want...

pondering well not pondering, only one woman  ever said to me " i can do that too,,"

(and one man but since he invented that dodgy Witanail Mrs Withnail goes Cruella Devillin ' upon... her very big expensive one)

Now of course i can't because there's an (un)happy home to consider....

BUt talk about not even trying, to awake in the most magnificent pair bond, and beserkeery, deep ruck..... i could smell her hairy one the scent of real woman was so intense..... "fuck the sheep this is whats humans are for darlin'.... except it was silent.... no permissions just make such a maess oj the nice tidied haybales what they were invented fortoo.." i mean that was beyond mere minds eye and subconscious or any consciousness fatty McGilchrist can moan about all year long and forever it seems....

But it was that one short sentence, and the equation, the more S.Ken-Pixie their hat is - i  mean compiulsory up here in Source Towers.... or even moreso in the suposedly pauper Towers  of even more fancy pixie hats.... 

the more pixine the immediate response before the words even come out via the 'frequency' 'energy' and pure...

something or other

Is " nope i think its another other way ....and dont 'other' anyone especially me by not agreeing in purest pure pixiness...." 

BUt of course, cold very infact....she didn't even have on a hat its what you do NOT see that's so much more interesting...

And there we are having been proved wrong, that there is one left, who actually asks her children to actually 'lean in' to the stories.....oF " how LAura ("I MEAN SHE WAS THE HARMONY HAIRSPRAY BABE AND NO HAIRSPRAY NECESSAY")  was maliciously bullyin' by puttin' me on the biggest crazy one and thus  all fears dissolved when i had actual purpose in mastering him a bit....to show off to the one previously real one... the hedgebloke as i was sure he was,  [found in Foulmouth sidestreets two years ago likely so ill as it had munched some of their discarded drug spliffs probably horse tranq or even fentanuly however you spell that.]...... but i was so wrong when the little hedgelet popped out a month later..and even how to make new real friends over sexualised beastiality jokes which make you laugh rather than the defaulty painted on mask always smiley here...... which takes SO much energy to maintain as a hologram ive never understood why they do it your face is normal... happy sad for real things like the ivermectin bathing sites..." 

anyway hmm...of course... "it takes a village to raise a....." or even two... how impossible is that just like that ...i know one fact if we reencouter immediately it will be consultation on some new aspect of nagging from somepone who never for a second ever wished to return to it.... to be even asked a question " and how did you feel after you went clip clop with your new Rose   ....first time in a decade and so emotional from the last time being with stolen lass ...?"

to be asked a sequitur question. Is impossible.

So somebody at last in the least likely place in all of Notting Hill-on-the-Hill has earned my loyalty as villager for more than life....

And it was so easy....  just automatic when....you dont have to deal with some fuckin mermaid/pixie/ oops up here its 'selkie',  or even fuckin fancy cowboy hat....

never mind they wpouldnt understand, the reason there are NO flies none except that one lonely one a few months ago....

IS all the quite unnecessary....stuff.... amortised over all over the place net effect too many molecules they can't eat even if to quote the twat yestermorn mentioned in last ever sequential audio but a fair few are missing to be fixed soon" they break down into other compounds.." that they still cant eat or worse... 

 

 

anyway stupid me as i knew 100% thats what ten years meanderlassin' has taught me, there is not one atom of their eponymous bit of virtue signalled to make THEM look yummier than their fat fifty years makes em wan....fake, "hope" at all especially from any even Bishop Chret who of course didnt follow up on the two days back plenty of time....lifesaving phone call or two... 

there's none... every single encounter is always strained through their bitter "chai" tea strainer or nowadays cacaoista is a euphemisnm for diarrhea that dribbles from the corner of their mouths as soon as someone goes off their perfect little script

  not one would be a pleasure to chat about her kids ordinary lives.... no way everrrrrr beyond non existent End Times...

"mummy here's his number.... " " here better keep that safely in my [ i nearly said i loved her simple learther phone pouch but did say when it rang and she laughed she couldnt stop it ringing.... unanswered... ' chuck it in the river..i think them things ruined the one i was committed to as shetoo not one of "them"...ohh well ' ]...... pocket we will need to meet you again i think..."


Now what! hope is a hateful psychological trick invented by crummy deathcultists who should have a gagging order on their lpocal bells.. theire SO needy and attention seeking...

ohh yes i near forgot..i had to and the newword (to be shared that equation) has a corollary  when you dont want to see the one from five years ago who doesnt even recall it.... but seeing the Pied Piper act  and assorted hangers on.... now i do get even  thattoo

all puzzles and unequal equations, centred, whole.... simplified.

In the last place in the universe you knew you would find them answers (on his t shirt lastereve mentioning machine guns, actively,  too ..... bet he went to Eton, certainly Harrow.... prob even a mate of one of em Duchies the way he spoke... )
 

"do be careful of the secateurs..."

 .... cheeky bint.

hmmmm.... she even laughed at " so where i was dragged up by the yeomen, when the men met  over a farmin gate for the first time, second sentence would involve sexual relations with the flock ... or herd...  ..thats how we made friends!" 

yes, but.....

 now if .....

when. 

Well, there's only one song and one version.....

'sprivit... no need to hedge ones bets....

" walk with us up the path..."

Now if one isn't a moron unlike my so called only male friend,  you will have listened to the bonus content a day or so ago...

And all the audios except you must be as those i like and thus monitor them stats..

And so few do... or they're  a bit 'ot 'n chilly

(god its come back my last missed bit! right discipline man write iot down....its the small things! its like autopilot plus because life meanderin' plus them....is the most absurd impossible 'plus' imaginable )

ohh well your'n lookout....

Anyway even if i was so sincere it's daft tellin' To Miss With Love.... real love as lines and a quiet gaze and expecting her to walk away but a poignant delay - she may think i didn't notice but 'twas as if ever sinew and  ungenetic but phenotipic ort is that ypic

respeionse was primed to proppell err aweay 

but each time she did stay

and say 

something so lovely so long i reckon she had wanted to. 

 was ready to so ready to go

 and then she spoke her spoke in  the silly hampster wheel, too...

Anyweay to get all non sequitastious....

lasteraudi

the loquacious

simply fabulous especially the elder non-wild-swimmer

Jane...me Tarzan

I'd like to dip my toe in her again

or her front door at least

... so thing is, take one path into them 'ills....

"come alog with us..."

 nope lets fast forward i had to go ave a look

there's an inverse squared, of a fine older one in her prime

 having propper let go even if takes em far too many  Christmases 

maybe about sixty nine

(and we just can't go there....)

but always only ever such a full throated fullest frontal pleasure to chat

 no bowed shoulders in MissAprobrium or endless jumpin' down yer fuckin' neck

just for saying something not quite to Big sisse'sm kindergarten  playbook

(made in Totness and fifty; quid with free medative  scratch 'n sniff)

just stiff

yes back to The Answer theyre always tits out chin up look you brightly in the eye

And FIGHT (not with me, them! 'The MAn' the one from "give it to the man" even the very posh birds have figured by 70 whom is the 'man' and who not... and if s/he  is sat outside the hunger-strike cell and wishin they would get the fuck on with it, or not)

Shame  they never found out that little trick a decade gone, or so  infact two

anyway to seem all ADHD scatterbrains splattered across the wall

oh yes it works when i just type...

she even said " and then there was the ivermectin incident..... several dogs were found dead buy here [yes they will still] and upon

upon, no less

investigation 

twas that wormin' toxin gave em a  bit more than indigestion

(in the lapped up thirsty dogwaters of about the most picture postcard at about a fiver each scene in the land.... )

But the pure art in her poised grace

 and absolutely straight unwrinkled not fake besorrowed face

is that she just gave THE information...

 As if we were discussing her shopping list

Anyway back to the audio you havemnt listened to so why on earth are you nosing in here  you must be truly mentally ill;

bad news no shrinks left, too many mad peeps in the queue already  and they were all shit anyway. cause and effect more people do head in a placcy bag still than any other cause of Dead PArrotin' and i bet most of them went to your fancy Debotty 'method'  London shrink 

 Anyway whats the truly important thing in an important day...

The inverse squared, i had to go and see.

And its worse than i had ion my quite decent mind imagined...  in fact i couldnt't imagine, a horor movie where really old hags with absolutely no glint ion their eye from giving anything real to the man (for decades) ....dress up and put hats on....when she walked in with her hat it really was as if one had been teleported straight to some yuppie party in Kensington in 1984 ...except for 35somethings, who still at 75 somethings  nearly 80 think they may look  nineteen if they layer on the whitestuff and wear some Ken MArket fancy hat ...i would never have imagined this coul still exist...

But i'm not stupid...i know it more than exists it is.... the power....

But who would want one millijoule when....

you discover you were in fact, wrong, so totally 100% wrong:  (" i just wouldnt want to be around any children these days i recently concluded its just ..". dot dot dot fill in later)

 " well that one she's one of them that's going to either end up PM or in [whisperin' in her ear] gaol..."

" i think far more likely the latter.."

i mean bloody hell even has a sens of humour! its not possible for an ultra-yum, i mean superultra....  to ave one of them!

(oh yes the ...damn it the umm.... the silly man who stood his ground "theres hope you know" who is the exact inverse of ANY hope.... as his whole generation never di a thing except say "you have to have hope" ...)

fuckin arrestable should be censored all photos within last few days 

yea lazy cunts i get up early and need my sockit 

ahh now yes serious now....

i actually watched someone buy one of these snake oil infused fanny ticklin' sticks today...

you could not make her up: slim fitish...but wan... the look in her eyes at the paypoint said something i still dont understand and it wasnt some impulse it was  something of we are solidarity in this  bushy voodoo load of rip off nonsense... 

but the 'maker' 

well she's the only reason i ended up here in the first place... 

one of a load of see through dots that

took me 

algorthimically

to exactly where

i needed

to

Bea

merawhile travelling expenses fuck me theyre so lazy and hatecriminally acedia

Anyone else when pulling their dodgy Jesus manger light out from MY socket and aetting half electrocuted would without a doubt sue em for millions..

me its just a REAL 'lesson'

(today ,most photos are liveish camera action for now..)

 

anyway now i  have time...

as its over

swo ... it never occured to me WHICH spud munchers....?

im pretty sure it was in fact this one 40 years ago i stood in f4romnnt of it and thought "thats all the art i ever need to see...  its just perfect"

or possibly in fact more likely this one

and probably not that one...

but maybe

but one day i shall maybe

we shall see

oops wrong title thats funny as i cant see the (thumbnail) content of the video file selected first time thats happened...

real title: ehh... them.

(she aint, the way she said £36 each per month.. and thats really good for round here..." confrirmed immediately...not one of...them.. his 'community'...)

yes id i say i dont ever look at what is rit before i press publish, ehh... 

yes ..... an hour or best part of til our fingers were frozen... with her two, and....  yes i was wrong.

And she is the only one i have ever met who for certain is their 'hope'... 

so anyone else would but...

 ... 

even if the imagery is everywhere

the  ultimate ...maybe should, well i dont know... i do know what's  inside the covers of thistermorn's  piece of 'art' is rather stretching it 

oops that was thistermorn i clean forgot i have so much fun ...doing nothing

You went backwards. Only the straighbacked brighteyed oldies know why....

 

The big gift. How to be abundantly SUPER desirable as a woman: get loads of xmases under your belt, as long as they don't make you fat. plus the PURE sex equality the BBC denies .

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/the-big-gift-how-to-be-abundantly?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

 it aint 'nostalgia' y'all really really did regress  into fearful bourgeois little self pitying  vampiric magpie syndrome....

and well just like that..i told her on afters lasslopin..." when my lass had a truculent pahse not wanting to ride after a fall.... a REAL WO/MAN stages  a mock dad-falls-off-in-full-public-view-and-mockery too off his much bigger nag...

And a real lass, laughs so hard she forgets to be moody any more..

" wow man i'm troubled with it here,  so much i think i may try that wow what an idea... thanks"  

not even a hesitation, thats what a one supermodel left actually says...

and i just knew she would from as i told her "i saw your posture 100m away i'm a country peasant and thus worked out immediately sixth sense that's always right.......you're chilled...i know it will work...."

refs

Now as so often said ..

 (and like telling em i awake at 0530ish it is TRULY intimidating and literally a hatecrime committed against em.... )i am not a cynic

I know full well that small farms that can only be run by two - one workin' in a cafe if he must, are the only eco positive ones.... never mind all the other reasons in THE SOLUTION below...plus you dont get stories made up against you by the pseudeia.com lot if seen in a couple...

but the "Art of Relating" crowd of course are so stupid they think the Eckheart version is all there is when Britin was once not a tin pot teapot but made great movies:

THREE YEARS THEY WANTED EACH OTHER DEAD .. TRUEST HATE....  ABSOLUTE FABULOUS CONTEMPT...

if they were alive today it would be three years trollin' each other to death.....

and not that many movies make me cry though dont tell anyone as bulletproof ones are meant to be made of hard metal...

and of course the wan... the rich lotus eatin sybarites who know better )just all over here its the source of themtoo..)  would have it banned....as its the answer to them i stumbled across just a coupla nights ago....

or the other approach, next

so i told an inadvertent lie, which wasn't as it was an assumption

 In that without in any way begging or even manipulating any system or even 'ethically hustling' i have a personal larder thats very full...

(not like his Orwell-on-real-peasant-watchin'-duty at dawn... he expected it to be chokka with human grub, i means especially here in Doula wuwu lovely 'community' central...nope)

(ther magnificent decade long discovery via lasslopin' into what we....errata you i am not here..really are includes a wonderful interview with a very hilarious younger woman in Penzance co-op  who told me with great mirth how they actually have to security tag their cheese.... nope not the even more rip off expensive fancier varieties but the normal 3 quid blocks..that will be two at Lidl of course...)

Anyway soo, a bit later: THREE great artists....one the beautiful Corfuuan man .. another the shy one, and i shan't bother with the even shier one... i mean flip you walk the hills  a range of routes ....and are accused of being a 'prowler' in Gollom Heights.... someone owes me a drink ...

but then nobody taught the beautiful art of propriety and being a tad blushily ehhh... sorry

What a magnificent decade so ridiculously rich, on nothing, but pure knowing what one wants and never finding it.... and discovering among many things one couldnt even suggest to the 'artists' except for two, they're the nasty oily wastewater, problem, too...

I didn't know what all the ....well? even if i know what the '?' is now and didnt a quarter of a decade back....  and thus am truly "complete" especioally as i told her my tragic real realisation..... " i did want one or two more but actually the last few months realise for the first time in my life, since children actually saved it...me from me, literally tweeked my own DNA into being 'human'  in 1991, entirely resetting me in every conceivable way and ways i could never have conceived....nope..... i wouldn't now.... "  

and even the NHS heroines were as i saw rather compulsive shoplifters....sorry theres a line

and i couldnt work out how to get away with crossing it clever girl using her SEX!!

but glad i remained only ever pure... as it's so much more fun knowing that you did it without lowering yourself to any crime...no matter what's in their sick minds

my only crime is my life-givin' ramblin mutterations are just so artless! as i havent the battery to join the dots with so many pretty pictures and very absurd-o-art video inserts 

but they will bne one day.... as there's no more .... no maore what as i enjoy myself so.....no more

(ahh thats in the menaing of life section: the worst thing of all ever is tyo complete a ... purpose.... its ten times better and real-smiley to struggle forever to do whats ..... simply good..)

 

now....who is it who says

 "them british... make a joke about something serious and then just shrug their shoulders and....go shopping"

But what divine comedy, THEY have now given us at last,  and all for...free 

https://www.instagram.com/reels/DSYRFfXDOEJ/

Now, almost as if on side

 my 'feed' never ever ever helps with anything and then damnit sent me a very weird reminder yesters that all i care about is finding my many he-man videos of whacking in posts topless and solo as none of them ever help or schedule their walk when the posts need holding .... in the hills over five years

which is only a positive as its wonderful material for a true Noonanish  - oops is it one 'o' or two? gotta be careful of assumptions... 

god theres even a 'Noonan syndrome" maybe ive got that too im sure they all want it round here in the hills of moan moan moan i have a snazzier 'issue' than you....

  (all the bits to be filled in soon.... you dont know my story even if one of the meanings of life is my my how they actually TAKE from your root story by their assumptions, which are only based on their own muddy waters.... and pissing in them ...   me i lived in the rarified mountaintops of the glorious Laura smiley rider  as per lasteraudio... thats who i am ... afraid, of the one 'real' one..and if she clip clopped by she would use her fabulous so filthy tongue to lash  my poor not even a bit chilly  back into REAL warmth...not one here, ever seems to know what it is.... )

His Lord, ship of foolery

 ...  we shall return to him.

Meanwhile there is certainly one definition of being less of a failure  than him with his " eckerslike the class stuff in my lifetime got fixed.." really now...

when the whole of the BBC defaults (as him yestereve so so interesting ) to risk aversity behind their fat old dead hipster swagger...

ahh i get it now he was "depressed" ...and never found the solution......

meaning of life to do

already very much in the can

even a minor collaboration a weekago in the most romantic highup atchin tan

but some things one has to edit out of the urgent  load of Candidan old hat for now due the Uttermost Meanie Centre of the Universe being here ...

and beating it hands down

but it takes just a tad of time 

as fies their insane AI just another shabby lanyardist which said " content that  goes against ' community' whatnots"  and required a blurring hod almighty yes as i said to her...

the one secret statement  Waitrose ajacent " ive never shared this with anyone but..."

anyway after an interruption if the flow by the mentally ill ai lanyardist and its ' hallucinations' 

yes i bet it was wanking off over the  now rare sight of a young lass baring her boobs without a tshirt neurotically covering up or 5cm of sunscreen or i'm amazed they the delightful unparents dont get them tattooed  ... and got so triggered it had a hissy fit and at the home of Gollum 

" theyre MINE all mine nobody elses just mine... hisssss.. ."

so heres the blurred version

what perversion

So, just as it was quarter of a decade back

 ...her Easterly is back in with a vengeance

Almost as if an alchemised  voodoo volume shout out

i hope you got your logs piled up baby

to paraphrase the one who started all the so controlly tellin peeps what their vibrations must be vos she'll

shed crocodile handbags if you dont

anyway i know the one  real true gift

should i " share"? ...or hold it back for the other version

Southerners would be triggered by this so don't... unless you've got all your safety gear on

 file audio 64 thisterdusk in drive only

rather fabulous about the anti health and safety REAL woman and most hairspray deficient of them all ( and define real fear rather than faked for attention)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1tncPioK0pTrWUsHny2OCQnlLC5yJjSM8/view?usp=sharing

but theres another private file in the same drive that could actually save someones life..i DO ..the rather obvious if even one of them had a memory...

(if she ACTUALLY has a 'conscience' and "listens" well surely she's obliged ...as if one or two of them did die...well she knows i am 'witness' to all as will someone else be one day and its a great idea almost "bulletproof"

if i were Sam Harris world greatest neuroscientist with a massive 'meditation' cure, 'gig' on the sideboard where the rest of the snake oil jars are left gathering abundant dust as its so pricey no doubt...   i would after three years of promising its all free "free scholarships [to all my dull nonsense which is only worth listening to so as to pinpoint EXACTLY what the problem, is]  always no questions asked"  always...

 charge you, too

but im more of acreep, its for my pet bishop, only...

and someone else to weave into the unexpurgated unredacted ed...

BAck to the pet, seh's a reader here too dont you know!

(ahghh now all their mindfulness and othersuch Samsuch that as previously noted... tenish years ago another subcrusade was yes to fill up my big bag of left behind gloves littering all the rural byways.... here its very expensive shopping bags, very very expensive hats and pens.. i have a big collection now of the 7 or 8  quid ones only showoffs buy in Smiths...  but i neraly got selfpetarded there i am quite serious i am so on the 'job' i havent had time to put muy undies on and they were loose in my charging compartment  - so beautifully erghonomicked so as its minimal shuffling to get 6 items powering up and on the go.....

and as usual (she was trained well, very well i have to admit, and did indeed listen) But about to leave MY desk...."what the hells THAT!  left on the floor by some unmindful spirtitual nutjob their workshops failed to assist them in dealing with what so called spiritual or medatative 'work' was for .... what goodies have been left behind today..? .....shit..its my undies!!! frig if i hadnt noticed them i would be in trouble as she knows this is my spot!" 

see smallphone for FILL IN PHOTOS

and then big sister blocked a video of my lass so many times its already been in the frame as screenwelcome often on in background of absurdist video clipping...

and that powerbank laptop liestoo as its now ..

 but now.... it gets uppity

as it thinks its now   " Intelligent" 

well i shall uppity it back

TO INSERT later when it now 'blurs'... it 5 seconds of a kid.... ergo Yankeeland   doesnt even want them recorded in history until the last one has been shot  just for going to school ..

thank god as i said to the fabulous teacher (i must remember and share  as its a key component to making any sense of a marvellous few weeks) ....to be cont

many more to come ive become new system so methodical just when the quest is over

(Estielle a deadNoonan spoke beyond his grave, Turneresque worthy, one of a few, real arty farts, is is in here!)

righty ho ho ho

free substack

hopefully you are stuck on the Highway to Hell, in a long infinite one. 

End 'o decade Roundup (pro) - National Trust use, nearby HIS ecofraud. Turnerworthy...(hatecrime). one of many to come plus the raw installations soon. And why we should divorce USA!

 https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/end-o-decade-roundup-pro-national?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

in ear too if you're a meany and don't use substack i get NO 'advantage' from other than they're kindof free speech pro 

as i don't do paidfor only episodes indeed 

it,  and a bonus episode is actually in here..... Ralph Loves his disloyal time wasting flock of fuckups no matter how mean

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1JAsAh1jTn4_1wzm8rotBes31XHMmznrE?usp=sharing

and totally naughty

as out of the SEQUENCE - spontaneous  quickest 'riff' or two... when i WAS going to get back to the saner gradually unfurling fullsome prettier version with all the Biba polkadots joined up and fixed, and a few Polaks too.... not that theyre of any interest as real change does take several decades at least blessem still probably think (as the most gorgeous of all RAndomites co-riffed so beautifully and agreed " yes back home as you say they think Pretty Woman a documentary poor things.."

a mere quick thistermorn waffle whist planning every thimblefull of fuel  - so as to remain a bit charged up at least in this time of  my charging spots being used for the usual moaning self pity...

a whole useful lasterweek of last meaning of life stuff among many things will have to now wait

a bit

god i forgot to what is 'love' well if I knocked their awful Marina off her perch, and somehow got a (deserved) Serbian passport.... especially when you ponder how they didnt go and spend the rest of the next few decades arguing about who 'started it' when it wasn't...them....

Well.. even then one still wouldnt have free movement...

But i chose [past tense,  i go hermitude full time, soon,  not one word was ever worth botherin with] life! an alive one above all them maybe with em red ones.......

 but true gifting is when you have all sorts of fun pictures and video sniopopets in one massive installation over a decade and can only put the barest scrappy bones up ever....for now...

anyway so so many references this one

 we wont bother with as he the ultimate eyecandy Rupert of truly disatrous journalism tricking the posh birds that he cared about their jabornot....

wpouldnt have the first idea of the real reasons they should divorce us.... him!

And a few reasons d'etre in mine audio above...

all in 'context'... even if rarely named.

Yet

So even if the weather forecast is simply perfect

 (the one pretty, and really rather aged sveltine with genuinely bright eyes, too..."well i went in a dip in the river today and will be tomor.... " " ehh well i can tell you're ok you didnt go for a 'wild swim' innit nor will you have bought one of them virtue sgnallin'  pixie books for any lardarses stockin' ...and coffee table .." ".. yes i shall be going for a swim innit..." we didnt need to say ANYthing to puke on their one dimension of pixiemermaid Missaprehension that new words are as unnecessary as REAL sexybeauty cannot be bought, out of a coffee table book....

 fuckin bingo in HAtesville times ten on NArniacate-all-the-sanity.....

"well dont tell anyone and i know you wont i have to go in a  swim innit ....forecast perfect for tomorrow morn still just about doable..... that'll keep me sweetsmellin' for another week "

 no idea why one bothers round here though ....)

shit i forgot a thread....

damnit what was it: forecast

bathtime....

0615ish radio reports of non hate crime,

 no longer a crime, or maybe not

and the  fat blue line will have to use its 'common sense'

better comedy than all the rest of The Now Show put together, or what!

its gone....

as is this.... even after restart this little yankmade pice of crap

 now only types backwards

now i hardly ever even notice what my Al Gore rhythm sends of the morn especially as Tim of The Eden project dances the same evil tango and famously Al upon getting some new job left his extremely bright 100 bedroom lights on all night just to make a point how he....could....

poor birds all that free Gorey daylight all night! when they needed to be tucked up tellin the noisy old owls to shut the fuck up no they aint got any wisdom either...its bedtime!nope not if you own The Eden... either

Anyway talk about sour grapes Mister reed so many years had the definitive article but "official" lynherd are pimping some far lesser article it seems "offical" freebirds...

when there was only ever one and it has the secret masonic code within (even the BIg Bird pilot lost too poor Jumbo Pete 'Simes i blame the illuminatti" but which illuminati only EVER the so called Greenery....

who's nightlights are exempt from that other worldwide pollution that i bet is responsible for at least a few percent of all the birds never got to live ...  and nobody cares when you mention Mister Eden's little rather big nightlight habit either

Anyway that;ll set the interweb afire .... of course t'was a CIA plot, the original ones were so THIN!

Of course their plane had to be bought down and the thinnest ones killed off.... to be replaced by a load of fairly chubbies to keep that flag flyin' not quite so freely... definate fatslag CIA plot in fact probably all on onnit.... 

Oliver Stone so prosaic and political... people are far more apolitical just jealous of peeps who remain svelte and genuinely bouncy....

 

As was she yesterdusk....a  fabulous elder,  bouncy sveltine.....

"can i help you with your bags... nuthin else to do here in Trumpinton' Central...." 

" oohhh you really do have bright eyes dont you...." 

meanwhile i hope every single one of my several hundred nosey dawn lookers in, Scrooges one and all,  is stuck in the traffic jam from hell, to hell....

to buy  so called art, here....

road map next

 

Yes it WAS! a conspiracy!

 theory solved i mean Oliver the Stone even if he alone had the platform " ehh those delightful Ukrainians arent quite as delightfulowlin;' the streets from 2014....[ as the one who prowls the streets of Presteigne with her pashma thingumy and perfect tie died death disguise.... and the second the bobs start to fly talk about industrial beggin' bowl.... i did offer her a load of free kids clothes  to a fellow parent of nip in  hard cash the local 'community'....funny that all you get back was a begging bowl   email for  and they continue with even more hard cash.... 

Well, that's a giggle, the fuzz gonna have to use their common sense"

 

 (AS AIDE MEMOIR she is yestermorn superb i had NO idea she could have a 12 year old grandson " hmmm....so ok theres nothing to do round here at night i should imagine in your youth except listen to silly old flat capped wannabe gentry figuring the latest way to harass foxies.... but my ohh my you must have got very bored very young let me try and do the math! .." " here you can have it half price that'll do.."  

so yes hateful uncrime incidental criminal hatiness when hate doesnt really exsist which i stand for if anyone else can as i just pity the psycho who ate my lass for his  Kylies Xmas hatecrime 16 years ago....) 

me i just go around spreading joy all day yesters...

only cos its free nanas day

and i missed a shot indeed i would log it as harassment and malicious fakery

" no no nohhh i despair i can tell you not only have a brain but bright eyes.....  sorry EAlenor Oliphant will always have a bad day as ALL Britlit became self pityin' confected vulnerability and lets get a jet to Zurich, JoJo, one way when Pierre fucked on forever from his wheelchair and earsexed THREE more children! ....when EUPEAN literature still has a joie de vivre til the bitter end despite their bitterness.... if you buy him  your beloved middge aged son an Ishuguro you are just perpetuating this supply of narcotics by dealin' innit...  wow!  hanfg ON! .. gee whizz... you can NEVER find a nasty foregner,  Ove in a charity shop  as i was just tellin' you..... thats from the fairies i must have nosed into a thousand of them on my subquest over ten years building my lass's library  now at least 500 actually good books ....she will never get in her stocking so ferked for life....  i mean it ive only ever seen three Oves over the decade and they were in even more illiterate bookhating Marches places...  and if he hates it i will  even refund you the 99p..."

" but you havent paid me for it.."

jesus christ one thing you mustnt do down here anywhere is make a slightly two dimensional joke.,. even to slightly literate peeps

anyway ehh but its the  ugly older ones who really go ALL the way...

landloping past so i told her the lovelorn story of an arty bag met close to here ...

" dyerknowwhat i see these ones and they do make me smile in fact but here.... you couldnt really get more of a class divide, i was heading to Lidll... Lidl right next to her  Waitrose but thats ok as she had probably earned ut decades of the nighmare of tending English children as i said to her 'i know whats in the safegurading files on the heads desk..'  .... does one turn left or right at the queue for the ovens? kindof thing.. and it certainly says so much " she understood!!

and only the old ones can immediately launch into jokes about each and every rip off scheme especially in the other one aside... 

and are so clever they know every ruse ....

but why....why ohh why

"and they were talking about the accidental price reduction at my Quaker Meet thistermorn..."
even the really bright eyed older battleaxes....  well its not surprising nobody can ever do anything to save her Moorland brooks cos theyre all at this self pityin  stuff that the son of Quakers ...my sort of friend well you couldnt be his friend as a childhood being controlled and oppressed by his Quaker mumndad  even by the 70s was so so traumatic they may as well have whipped him to sleep for decades as he never recovered his humanity from it as CAmbridge educated he was eventually most 'aware'..

right only happy clappy content here

shetoo was wonderful!

i needed just once to hear that " yes you're right we only took to a little of the grass as a definite statement that we didnt want to be pissheads like all the rest.."

So, thirty years of none of your chosen...

 "driving home for" any old day ...sat in a traffic jam

ever.

Never

Never mind listening to that deathly earworm ...

Which is what a van ( even if i didnt know then it can be far smaller than a non patinated old vw  a choice.... if you really must go back over to their vile Londonistan, or even through the jams of Hellstoned.... go the evening before and kip there overnight up fresh and at the zennith if zen a cheap black coffee no poncey little italian thing on a stove ...  or just eat it raw ...)

anyway as if to prove the final conclusion i haven't rit yet  at dusk as she gets out of her 4ring in Source Heights....

.... she makes a positive and  fabulous personal sexually sexpositive  comment before i even had a chance to to do 9ne on her

.just for fun!  break the tedium of the total Truman show meets the dead Trollope  ....wow

and rhen I made her cry... real tears for the really 'ungry .

" well i dont want to  but i have to admit i think you are right...."

A TO DO! list brief notes as chargin at loony central

list for later and at least begin to finish ten years of notes

 and these notes to self are the brief LESS "sexing up the green message" as i said to her.... and less poignant bittersweet or lampoonate in fact the whole point is to so Grotify the youtube lot they no longer watch any of em..or hardly

success!

They were only ever there for one...

although in fact it's inverse Grotify as in some clips, among those crackers, are real diamonds ...they'll never even know exist

THE OLD ONES

the younguns

yea so these Gibberites god i need a new word as the one whom gave it really is the worst one of all to have to think of every time i use her rediculous archaic word for conwoman...

t

(pictures insert here of boxes and boxes of white witchy, spiritual and other such books that didnt work on..HER..)

hey don't even think of course that even a simple yeoman spends plenty of time planning and preparing their jOBS at minimum wage...

often i will have spent a whole long walk or evening working through the permutations in my head so as to save them every possible penny and make those they spend last a lifetime or thirty years at least... 

yes so as metafizix doesnt work and they cant mind read either

THE END 

the last one ever!

ive had enough even if every one i have loved like my own cjhild

But don't trolllike assume (whatever that silly word means)

 I don't fix real wonky Queens

and aren't some even stupider  hopeless Utopian

As there's one thing harder to fix than all her Christendom put together

Put some woman up upon a pedestel

(even if like Silas she was she says stabbed in the back

 by her pious becassocked, chief godscquad quack )

two years, draggin the truculent old nag to water

AND at last i made her drink!

that really is what you call winning the war

after loosin' every battle.

But it wouldnt be if not for  her equal...here.

 ( but damn me i saw it in her Waitrose adjacent ....eyes..... just once; that's what you call tragedy.... 

fuck off womenonlyeverajacent to his hero Shakey

.... reasons, next..

it was only so simple why they all became so so small things

obsessed)