All (ooooowww it's working that naughty a)

 that matters is...even 'now' Heartless Toll,  on all reality,  and REAL "human" ity

is i made her laugh....

righty ho as it's on tape, i am free

to riff..... til kingdom come

not at her 'Hall'....

as she will be told for her own good

"sixty ye@rs b@ck they would h@ve stuck you on v@lium"

 

more... @s @ll thisterye@r  is nothing, @nd no one....
Nobody m@tters

However - @and we don't w@nt to appe@r 'bipolar' as my mood/mode/everything is only ever consistent

(of course they h@@@te me)

.... even if just a few lessons sunk in, then universal re@l education ...oops whats going on here hahh hahh for 3 days the 'a' has been broken 

and now its ok

as i wrote in my notepads 20 years ago "all there is is intgermittent faults"

shame the poor women of this poor land cannot realise, themtoo... ehhh but the definition of 'intermittent' is they work...to the 'blueprint' Mary .. (Harrington) sometimes, too

And there is 'progress'... as chief elf number 1 has realised: NEVER take on face value the words coming out of ANYone who is a modern day so called 'intellectual' in YUK.. 

righty ho QUICK before it  goes and intermittents itself back

my dawn thoughts.

Did survive the evening rumpus.

And if they can survive that, i can take on all of Serbia and win...

Having discovered over two years - three really if we include the lovely,  but sadly useless Mong.. bless her soul she tries but butterflyitis has really ruined them all

That not one can ever listen ever, and etch something in the memory circuits as strategy or just fact, to be acted on

Or defined in a 'to DO list' is indeed a DOing thing...

Literally nobody, no one at all in any way 'exists' or to put it a safe space way for them bless their souls I do not 'exist' meaning I operate to the old rules simple simple we have known forever what the 'lines' are and how to behave ...and with kids or kiddults that means say what you mean and mean what you say; if nobody can, i don't ever bear grudges  - i merely find this a positive 'energy' in keeping to my plan of five whole years ago, six indeed, to one day etch it all down trebble backed up for some future Reader..

on the 6.27 or not

Anyway so the word of the day: having seen sadly they all... even a once GREAT mind,

have been polluted by McGilchrist, Tolle or Oracle babe (and that's an insult to real babes here and now)

 

So....as Buddhism is officially on the decline (reference Sunday 0700 lastersunday)  saving a few from the disease of Acedia (the name of my bookshop 27 years ago i havent changed much) - which can be defined by " omne padre hummmm hummmm i NEED Sam Harris's VERY expensive 10,000 hours of 'belikeme'  hommmmm..." training  

Replaced by nutjob spacecadet nonsense  like Deepak, Gabor... ( the REAL dangerous one as EVERYone has 'trauma' and thus he herds them all to his cash register for something that cannot be 'fixed' until you laugh at it...errata..him )... search engine optomised by David Fuller at (not by, but AT.. he only thinks of " my i am AT ... the cutting edge of the next rip off menjobs workshoppy expensive bullshit i can walk away from when it fails...to cash in, incash..) his 'team' ...

And the funniest of them all Ms Girl (O) - funny that how a rancid balding ugly unfit old woman calls herself 'Girl' [oops thats the line one should never slag off 'ugly' as its immutable... however in her case its clearly a choice to be not one of 'us' so one should put in 'mentally ill' as 'us' ..We...is all we have, and thus her elitist sneer is MUTABLe ugliness so is allowed by oldschool simple rules of life]; of course they all speak part or even 2/3 'truth' as anyone who read Kahil 100 years ago knew...

yes so when all of them don't work they go and say "maybe its all a hologram"   yet another excuse for not going around every single residence upstream of ...

.

(wow ok i do say " i have a superb memory forged in the waters of 

 which reminds me TOUGH 'love' the real version actually means tell former sovs whether you love them or not, or their sane half,  they should fuck off back behind their bullshit curtain and come back when ready to listen: we...here..in the 70s 80s 100% accepted Elis as a true genius and Elis and Tom

 as a real collaboration  indeed Elis early death an ACTUAl reason to have self pity and pity for the junkies of Gweek ...and your 'mysterio profundo' as they wink wink  means laugh at all vudu... ironically...

memory i had forgotten this day happened the actual real nice real decent polite owl day

not here among mad sleepless harridans

just looking back here in blogger for a photo from mid June 2023 this comes up from a  few months before... i dont even remember how but i do have a great archive so i shall remind myself of only nice things before  and during Christmas 2022 

ohh yes and a GREAT picture - the only one i have ever owned, even iof a found print in a phone box in Hanmmersmith in the 80s when peeps wandered around with great art in their bags...

 - unlike everything in PAstyland at ten time the price of what ANYthing is worth.. even as kindling 

end of brackets)

yes.. budhism Tollism shamania yet another excuse for not going upstream of this mid june 2023 and standing around for a while at every outflow and smelling where it may be comming from...

 and " aww bless we are all in a hologram" is of course a hollow gram of anti matter  balancing out the need to DO with yet another excuse notto ever DO the hard work

bless my 7 year friends couldnt take it in the longrun either

nor various godsquad help poor Peppa the distressed woman i asked them to...

any - of  five actual paid godsquad i asked may 2023 .. " help her find a quality counsellor please as i know few in the Clun Knighton area but those i do know i wouldnt know as bad as the Hateside lot ..."

and then this lot May 2023 taking the ditressed woman around " blame this lot...

" preaching to the converted. rather than go and whiff at the shitpipes my only friend complicit in building so badly... but at least he can laugh at himself ....

which is the only way humanity can be saved....  as of course no religious bigot could ever tolerate as theyre only about control...of cunt...and my chief one of them has the best gags of all...i hope she remembers them...  when shetoo gives up and lets the VAlium do its trick..."

 

 tsb... S@ant@ander

the dutch wom@n....

Lets deal with this @ problem - everything h@s @ solution... eventu@lly

errata one thousand five hundred page views yesteraft i REALLY hate that because its just about a decade starting 2013

 ...which ended in nothing...

i certainly do not belong in a Lowland shopping mal of endless showoff hats

And no one able to even tolerate a nettle brushing against a solid never nervy-tense calf..

and i am not READY!

And was ready some years ago 2020 the year of our lord above what a load of hysteria  to entirely never again ever be subversive in any way theres NO point a whole generation sold themselves out to unnecessary expensive headware and eyewear (never mind the emissions created in their creation, long way away of course so Hatesville can maintain its 'all steady ahead girls [i saw their movie lastereve of course the men get to set the scene all those designer boho costume  preenin..i thought that look had been overthrown about three decades back clearly there are three temporal dimensions down here: one dimension, plus ancient history, plus even Lord of The Rings had some moral compass ] '  course  

I adore Sabine shame she doesn't know all the 'beauty' products equal global warming too...

And she was sexier left unbeautified

(i found at last the silvergrey hair photo of the MM woman....  yes she looks SO much younger, dyed silver...)

righty ho i am TWO months behind sched!

 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏" the water is both soft and hard.."🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

oops that's nice a prayerful one, in italics also... how interesting..

"purify" .. (here is in the colour of shit, as she doesn't say HOW to 'purify' of course... unless you join the monthly program i guess..

and there are a load of other bitty newvids today loaded why should i ALWAYS do all the work and i have had a whole LIFEtime of being everyone's daddy except the one who actually said i was...

In other words if someone is bothering to click here 1000 times a day of late well you can easily click on themtoo without me having to waste more electricity and create a "play"list...

but all that matters: no people and few scenes ever change my life... but twice now, ponce niine days ago and the second time Sunday..

Seeing how two butterflies can occasionally enter an upward vortex as fierce as a spinning washing machine in helpmeet mode cleaning all the Unison  dirty rags ...

.....such ACTUAL (no shamaniaism required as so called additive)  ultimate "energy" ..

The spinning drum unleashed due the shoddy workmanship all around o' course

their course as certain as if they knew all along  when they were invented 100 million years ago...

nowhere else to go

but up

especially with what 'orrid 'umans did to their planet

'the' story...

 The first h@lf@ye@r is of course entirely 'univers@l' 

But i wouldn't h@ve im@gined it possible. 

@nd unfortu@tely h@s nothing to do with former Sovs...

Nowt

n@d@

though gr@titude is due to one one with her high heels... bec@use one - one of three, elves, needed some downtime.... @nd re@lise its not just bout her

 

(my ohh my "eccles@stic@l"...it thinks its got  br@in, too)

The rel story if you re too much second sight - WO@ hold b@ck....

too m@ny re@ders, i m not re@dy yet

pt  one video in @ bit... of "hold on... excl@m@tion m@rk" 

"give monkey pen, or lptop... nd "

 now the key next to s is bust.... woe is me

NOT

there's @lw@ys @ solution...but you h@ve to work H@RD to keep up with me 

Now, as the weather is murky - what a wonderful word

(REAL title: to SEO one day soon if i could be bothered to learn how to: If you cannot beat them as they already get enough S+M and obviously Freudian self harm, or whatever other fancy words for being on the cross as Jesus was such a fake he failed so it seems they all think they are in that game too of wounds gushing their own vomit to give them deep 'insight' and   sellFISHawareness.... . i shall soon be the bucket King....  their vomit bucket that is that has ruined all of Hatesville and far further afield)

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

And the supermodel is off bein' surfy

It's kairos time to catch up and upload

which requires every smallest weirdo spooky electron on my side

(roll startin' whenever possible to save every unstolen spark)

(as her yesteraft,  strutting HER 'territory' - mine are far far wider ranging like original prievil stoeage bloke when stones were stones and not crystals for some gibber to sell....i saw her ...swagger....and respectfully turned aside pretending that my phone was more interesting than her, as it has NOTHING to do with me i know when others are better than me - at poetrytoo...me i merely catalyse - thats a different word to crystaleyes, or should it be crySTEALeyes.... i know one cannot know the future, well theirs, even with the 500 quid big fat one ...and that it isn't embodied in my body dso nowt to do with me anyway i have ten years of quite astonishing chronicles to get back to and some real music not the "moje song" .... of course it [gender neutered]  forgot .... )

Now...kairos even if i thought it was the end, of her....

Just when i need her she returns, like a bad trip causing reflex vomitting over five years...

since she made the mistake of answering my internet (i DID NOT KNOW 'spiritual' datesite emoji... ) endless efforts to relocate her and her ex husband the famous kid of hers dad... 

wishing to escape CAnada and preach vomitting all over here, too....and a proper intellectual filmmaker

and .... (to be cont...but WHAT a story...of just how pernicious this terrible drug taking they pretend isnt a drug but some efnix love potion...is... clearly worked on her  enlightenment and awareness centres she makes money off, no manners to even say "thanks for all your many many hours time running up the hill for our long video chats no signal back at your old cheap base you were offering.... and the endlerss weeks of  arranging our refuge and jobs but we changed our minds, [i chickened out and stayed in Justinland despite being chief anti-Justin mouthpiece]"....MS official [ even if they never admit] commissioned travel agent and PR Queen of the sick bucket..... but i now KNOW how to get, justice.... it just came..inspired by dot dot dot....)

righty ho, now deadly serious stuff

 "zen" and ...well, 'zen'. 

I care. I cared that after resisting many years the (never 'urge) pull to read the trendy book his so called (artlesss) Art of Motorcycle fixin'..

and fill in the cracks around his angry angsty eyes with some DeBotty filler

all poor Alain was ever good for and that's being mean to him

i sat and watched his doppleganger yesteraft shaven head of course - something very pervy always in that - wanting to be forever prepubescent - real "humans" have HAIR!..

fully clothed in the splendid afternoon sun

sat on holiday watching swimmers down below

almost all fully clothed in anti-nature wetsuits as usual unable to know wetsuits can't be recycled

or stopped leaching into the water either

addicted to every half an hour performing a bottle of slap it on head and neck

and every other minute wincing the London (not at all oldman) Buddhist look

of its painful to be outside 

rather indoors bossin' some poor beconned little lamb

into payin' up to beeeeee

like him

(it always was in the past .. them, men)

"just be"

Fuck me they can't even sit outdoors in a breezy 'Glandish mid afternoon without hurtin'

as if with instant death the're flirtin'

Anyway De Botty certainly spawned so many look alikes i had no idea

All down here

(they didnt like the 'nature'* in The Marches i guess

where there arent enough strimmers even there to cut down *nettles

so for the birds there is far less

to live, on..live not die i doth declare...fuckin Kneecapers of nature 

balaclava head, even in the midsummer of their madness

lack of UV also inculcates

ohh yes must get back to her, Ms Social Worker who walks ans masturbates

so she told me

just to tease...me or herself ive no idea

i thought they bred saner ones down here)

STOP (me) i thought this 'PHASE' had passed

autobadpoeticalsyndromicdisease

(she's trained! at last "phase" yes agrees)

ZEN

is such a valuable notion. All is in three curious letters

But the actually living it is..

well i wish especially any former Sov

(i must be loyal by blood for god's sake can't they even think in that extra dimension!

is that beyond their greedy " we want your stuff too"**   

lack of comprehension..of ANY post Ralphy Emerson

 "less is more, twats"  and NEVER take yourself even an itzy bity bit

too seriously

as even silly old Soccers discovered " i know nuthin, whatsoever" 

and don't claim 'dance' is anythin' other than play;

fine for kids, and some adult funtime, but there are other forms of formin'

balance, pure flow

(my days depend on both entirely 100% always or off dead parrotting i go)

anyway yes ZEN is so important a way of being 100% every day or i die or at least get  quite smelly, far more speedily

(indeed i never do i leave that lack of zen to others now)

But so called men who wish their shaved heads to remind themselves of prepubescent children in the bathroom mirror

(i would NEVER suggest that, that's eveil..even suggestin' it!)

colonised

the biggest load of bullSHIT ever in their 'meditation' ten thousand hours or no

never mind almost every word out of DeBotty's shaven one

About How to Live

always. centred, at peace...

but fuck me i STILL cannot think of a newword or word picture how to 

describe exactly what 'it' is or so as to simply

create SIMPLE fuckin THISworld this language

shared lexicon

to B

 cont

(if she could they would be so rich they could buy all the high heels in China put together, with all the dire art in Pastyshire... ALL... peterjchapman.com a REAL man said it was ALL crap.... always...

in fact how apt: maybe ten lives intersect through my proxy

and most of them, especially here, post about 40 are wallowing in LOSS

loss defines them... even loss of the ability to breed age 53

and yet do we see ONE painting that manages to even hint at that REAL "human" condition here, now...nope = defibne dillettante  )

** The finest man i ever knew - THE Lithuanian mafia man,  born to it he couldnt help it. other wise the only NOBLE man i have ever met " simon we ... ehh all of W Ruskiland....  had nuthin'...except a grainy old telly. so we ..want your...stuff... we saw on our screens" (in perfect English despite bein' only 23

"insights"

 One doesn't need to walk anywhere, even if walking the only 'Answer'

(all my references are a decade old - especially that one

all insights and concerns the same

seems a decade plus of one absurdist game

but not of chess 

nor Herman Hesse

just hiss...)

Back then, in a Llandrindod evening.

I would never go out unless for her learning

Bad performance art performed:only endless bluehair self pity

Performative 'vulnerability' not surprisin' when you're too lazy to wake with the birds

walk away from the herds...a lot in the sun

(once again the other day yet another one:

"it will kill you if you don't slip slop; slap" anyone who doesnt have a hat  )

Or in clearest language as they stole THE language even then

push your body hard at times, outdoor a lot; but plenty time to commune alone:sit and stare

Nope, most not even up by ten

And don't organise their lives to be out, always

by latemorn so the UV resets whats behind their eyes

And of course all that happens, diverting from 

one whole aeon 

of whom we always were (native - ehh yes 'natural state'): sleep buggered

body stooped; mind gone to sleep (as plodding your 'territory' here and there,

water this place, bathing pool there, et ceterahh blahh di blahh)

Of course if they're in bed til lunctime, hairdyeing til teatime, 

hardly any time for the UV to reset the body clock

(deliberate errata as it's not the 'UV' doing the job,

a "human" doesn't exist as single entity, 

it is in fact bits o' meat (and maybe some  this or other dimensional 'mind')

that only indeed function to the natural recipe

if colocated - fancy word for there is no meat and two veg

there is only one big pot of alchemy stew

meaty bits suspended, indissoluble from the whole damn potion

not islands sitting above some stormy (harridan shamaniac inhabited) ocean

oneness, (not Sam Harris absurdly trendy

"non duality")

the nett result:

meaty bits, not 'lots of UV'; 

but that rate for  which all of "humanity"

has evolved within which to always Bee

"change" that - take the meat out of the forever mix

it was not 'designed' to float or sink in

"human" is, only, meaty bits and the sunshine.

Synovial fluid not as once thought 'benign'

it only 'is' if 

(they even cannot not stop using their pre Babylonian babywords)

IS, the method evolution handed out in "human" to keep

those naughty arthiritic bits at bay

but ONLY if you're out of doors a fairly good deal of the day

But what do they do ... inside, deal

i know who got the better one

I will die when I'm done

especially as quite rightly

I passed on to just one other the fairly ok bits of me.

 

"right now"

 I know, it was never 'woke', but...

.. but

And it 'won'; Londonised, performative fragility.

Funny that, when in the Temple of London-on-sea

as usual all the art as artless as a fruit tea

All the priceless rudeman could say was "are you going to buy it then?"

THE END ..of The Cryptiche.

As there was nothing ever to hide.

Because there was never anything behind their eyes.

mirror sunglassed or not   

Except the money, money, selling all their soul and had-been creativity

For fancy anything and money.

Now..i wonder if The Waitrose Bag means what she says?: that she would like her lass educated.

 

Not just the stares' the seemingly almost pandemical neediness everywhere

 Now, the purest real zen (someone else knows of but she must write her version, one thing i know is we only know our own version, even if pretty much all "humanity" has the same universal almost everything...if they did follow the saner real culture.

And it is so interesting how the younger ones in fact do recognise just that if one guides them...i 'DO' no matter what.

With an assistant i don't need, the greatest thing is that Chretien 'bearing witness'.

It being extraordinary just how many peeps do in fact say " my ohhh my  the dysregulated insanity everywhere " I mean the 'nice' ones who go to Middle Classville up from Hatesville.

did i do that?

My my my what a 'performance' happened here...

ditto i think i did this one - this is a more one dimensional Kurteenie art work - the kind for those who think they can think

Yet to quote the fine German are merely buying into the "clique" at about 3x what they're worth

i need to find out if it was a mirrage.

But this wasn't - as if everyone stayed away for.. the last 'lesson'.

Righty Ho THE Londoners and the harm they do everywhere....soon.

Now... my whole output may seem so absurdly incoherent. That being the worst of all (last 8ish years) mental illnesses - "ping pong ping"... the trainee she gets it! and as they will gradually take over one day that's good as it's rule one: maintain a theme until it is concluded. Thing is i can maintain about fifteen in one head, as they're ALL the same...

But for now, the final conclusion  a quarter of a decade later really is the "arrogance" but it is sort of mixed in with a desperate need to slightly shock - push the boundaries, wind up the 'frequencies',  wear the most revolting sunglasses ever extant, and ridiculous always new headwear in mid summer, as a sad  neediness that one has to have SO much time free to perform endlessly of course their heads are empty ....sad that when there are so many ethical, and yes, even if it isn't a word in Hatesvillian, 'moral',  battles to be a fine "warrior" duellin' and joustin' REAL baddies...

But no rather than join councils to stop baddies polluting ALL the water in The Marches and London-on-Sea or havin' a word at the pub with the 10 grand personalised number plate brigade ... ROB 007 and clan who buy in slaves to build shoddy jobs...

They deliberately aggress and finger uppity fake sassiness....  because with such empty heads (though i know they are full really of "why ohh why can't i sleep almost ever never ..".. easy - apply here for the Nutcracker workshop it works) 

It is all in fact an arrogance even all  HAtesvillians sadly...

it can be cured though.

But the definition of arrogance i guess is they know they cannot Bee...

so they just perform ... where i used to live they just call it being 'arsey'.

and then the upper echelons of the needy-arsey seek succor in so called 'spirituality' that may as well be Eastenders 

 

especially on their ultra weekend of ...i had NO idea how ALL the SW needily needs to have his t-shirt at their awful meggafest

(this gets filled in VERY soon the reverse odyssey has to rev up propper first and take imoan home...)

meanwhile even if it's all connected: " ehh up luv i think that's rather performance arty... these Sebastians use SO much metal and muvva earthen wear resources and hardly ever use them, unless the cameras are rollin'... "

("bitch, never even offered a sausage ... to the 'human's... did you see she did to the stupid London man on steroids' dogs..i wonder if she saw him kick it as he steroid-powered on his way..?" 

now...if anyone knew what is going on, aside..

They wouldn't believe it. Nor did I... even if it happened to be accordin' to my only one lifelong philosophy which never ever works..

what a jumble, not for sale, even if as performance art like you would never believe that really does deserve to morally monetised..one day

But not by me.

Me i just have to now join some dots slowly slowly catch a ..... (who really is she..?. ..it's almost not fair or moral, my inside ear... except i only have her real best interests at heart -those she articulated quite quite clearly that owlin' day...)

 

righty ho i havent even started on the arrogance and precious fragility of London...yet But i have done it...already, in my 'can'. That won't stop growing. I keep coming across too much gold dust, caked around the snortin nostrils of such truly ugly and terrible-postured people everywhere...

But at last have a rather special select little audience... in train' to Empressaria...

But we shmaniac bullshit bein' so last-year's-cowboyhat just need to stumble across a caca 'ceremony' to update the  most dilettante timesheet ever..

Indeed, "i shall die when i have done" (polish truth time)

 And ain't even started yet but i am not interesterated in me (dePrived Eye ferkin replied to my first proxy email using err....   within half an HOUR!!! sexist cunts - decades they ignored my emails,  i know their game.... so i used it against them...)

But i have zero interest in THESE pestilent lands...

Twenty seven years ago i saw something in Poglettsville..

Stare Miastro

I know or THINK i know who they really are behind the sycophantine masks (NOT their fault you cannot help the culture you are born into but i only want to help them get out of the fake one they all present almost as bad as the goddam Ingles...  ohh and as for 'effnix' down ear callin women "birds" which was offensive even in 1993 never mind 15 odd years later, in Tightrope times... ask a fine brown man, doing their work, what the locals are like at even work.... 

Anyway thats none of my business as i am only ever interested in tomorrow; except  in my to do list (tabs open) for about three months: the TRUTH of Pogland...

And having discovered how wet blanket all the 'g'landers' are.... ohh i like that i think that will be the final solution to what to call them as ALL they ever go on about is something WRONG with their bodies - usually involving glands...

(i only moan about things i am DOing something about - by proxy at last.... )

Anyway yes if the POgles would be who they REALLY are then they may just be happy and also have a solution.

I shall reveal 

Later

(clue they weren't ALWAYS the poor man of Central or even All of Europe..i saew THE paintings)

"now..."

" the ghost of electricity howls... owwwwwlsss! in them bones or ..err.... face..."

And always will, until THE FLOZZ gets his way! (that so special endin' - put puttin down the river in THE BOAT with the plague flag up The Flozz sayin' ' "ALLEZ VOUS EN" which unlike ALL English illiterater men who've never screwed passionately load of Frog BAbes and enough SPix, too, who afterplay playfully give you the CORRECT foreign "bird" lessons and tell you " what is the rudest thing you can say in Frog, please...ma cherie.."?  [ Mister POxbridge yesteraft tries to tell us Europe is fucked cos his internet says so...funny that when according to the occasional bit of 4chan you can trust: THEIR data, the Europo is the top of all currencies in the world this week......

anyway it was HIS boat so he could tell any old lie he wanted

when he knew what he wanted

fourty odd years!)

so yes all that matters is i nicked her buddy's electricity hahh hahh....

BY proxy

 

That took rather a long time to fix

I can fix ALMOST anything... if as usual i know what good 'purpose' means, despite em all....

And one is really very very "bulletproof"

The END - i MAKE 'proxies' for a livin' 

as actual performance artform no fat very chemically overladen with that trendy lippy, Marina

 Could even dream of...

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

So back a few days....

videogrpahic expose soon.

The married couplet, speaking nothing, in rhymin' nonsense...

But then, as if to prove someone had an ACTUAL sense of Brideshead Revisited with good gags...

Their first tune is  and....well i was dancin' !  ...errata we

But here's the thing....

The

The amount of times the lastermonths i got one or uvva elf to chant

" hahh hahhh hahhhh bless yer soul..." 

Even more poinnantly pointedly javelate up the place nothin is ever meant to go up except the odd nurse's finger...

is impossible.

And fact as i only deal in them: i LOVE failure!

 IT gives me more energy and BOUNCE than if i had had my bollocks chopped off to get in under the four minutes...

I am failured, ed... addit off....

I don't LIKE success! Especially when so double entendre..

Anyway fuck em all all i care about is free electricity 

So as to chronicle ALL ... 

 the brown men soon.

Thisteraft as long as they havent all ganged up to have me  gagged.

 

 

 

The @REAL@ end...

 ... begins.

IN ...WELL FERKIN' ELL ...it's ALWAYS just the pub at the top 'o Hatesville Creek - that 'Black Swan'...

They NEVER EVER CAN...know how they will Bee

til they DONE it..

whatever it is... don't "DM me for change"  live in livin' hell aside for a few months for ACTUAL change...

and it isn't available on any 'menu' of any lifecoach, guru, hot yoga mamma conwoman, Paul the sounbowlista.. any cacaista crap...

YOu....JUMP

And you've no idea ghow you will... be next

Even if the ultimate gonzo course of course has to be appiled, despite their cries and snivvles..

She sai what she ferkin' well WANTED

TO be...him

i just DO what others ....need or are, and don't know yet

shame about Little Ms 'Purpose' # 1...

ohh well  as the REAL farmin' types say " nowt as queer as folk.."  in pre thought-police times

when queer was a gorgeous funny lovely poetical word that needs repurposing..

I do what i say....eventually.

so, only 'through' the import, really really do I understand...

 But did the pretty

Northern babe get it?

"even Prescott the puker we did value his no nonsense

NO 'precioussss'! no need to have foot protection 'operatin'' his spade

no Bee protection every stroll along The Track; no waffle and noncin'

No nuthin... that we have now: seems like every Northerner became a pastiche

of HAtesville - the actual version where the drug damage and bleak intellectual Wastlanishness   

were brought to your screens every night for years - your pity pieces, and whipping stools.

Ohh and the stools... sloppy accordin' to the chart....

i think you prove that stereotype is not at all the right, type.... no one else dare have a REAL conversation, here..."

Anyway who is the 'import'?

(Borrow -  Geeing ....around one meets a fair few, all useless, but one lives in hope the madman 

i am)

I clean forgot.

Oh yes....

So, interesting, really... 

just how polluted they ALL end up a decade or so here.

 

"aside"

 ... THE 'training'. I wonder if it really worked.

We (there are a few - not even Survivors, but merely asiders) met her lastereve meanderin' up from the coast.

" it got in The Torygraph don't you know...."

I did rather like her sexy feet, though.

Despite my digs.

One Day

 of many One Days 

But this one has to be so carefully edited.

For now.

As a shithouse just may be the key.

Now....all as of 10 yerars ago was mere sketch for 'performance art' in that sorry no way is MArina gonna be The Queen of that

especially when she has ONLY the fake version of 'The West' to make herself look good with

THE real version far far more interesting

as is my performance art video made about a week ago....(one of many)

Soon

but i dont work on a screen if there's sunshine outside to really shine within

ahhh hhahhhhhh two on a hotspot

 yet another reason to be helpmeeted/married; and save two woodburners and two rip off insurance companies (even if my ohh my i really DID outsmart their trap)

"PRECISELY!.. the other maniac - the nervy unesteemed Londoner [ despite her squatter urban guerilla trendy image in her 20s] so called intellectual - Queen of The Herd... with her bizarrely dubious tagline ' there isn't any progress'  try telling that to a poor Chinese fuck-doll who had to tiptoe around in bound feet while the blokes wanked off in dragon  t-shirts....so as to oppress her  "

(Melvyn    https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002dzy4    the one great beautiful mind left  when it comes to " ehh up you better be quite sure about that!"  )

Yes, READ! or at least click back

 god only knows why (170 of you before your morning jog (just to-show-off-the-latest-kit)

I know why i have been the last few months rather tardy

Indeed seemingly rather retardy.

Nope, sorry, years i preach 'failure' is best

And now i go and won the ferkin winners vest

BUt i needed absolutely nowt

Except 'commitment' to one with a  seeming brain

(we met her grandad's trigger puller lastereve...  

how truly extraordinary and quite sex neutral  - proof of the pudding her 'Hitler Youth' she could never quite leave... 

Woman's Hour really should have been there

T'wasn't only Adolf's lads who buggered of to South America and 'bolster' Pinochet

plenty of others could never REALLY 'change' -  includin' that one one  who fancied herself as Addy's Eve...) 

Mind of her " Uk should be in The Hague [for Northern Ireland, too] ..before us poor [ but even she couldnt do the SIMPLE rhetoric and i had to intervene: 

my research says for most the last millennium

your peeps the PEACEmakers of that whole rather turbulent, region ] "

Over and out

The 'territory' finished without any doubt.

Time to pass it on

To the only conceivable other one

who Most of The Time

gets 'it'

BUt it's the 'most' that's ...

Thing is if she - one of about twenty or even thirty elves in training

(anti-Tate compliant "Human" resources rules in force)

sees that even just by writin' nothin

but gobbledygook even if as she knows camouflage for deep real philosophy

even pickin' a fight with unmodernised Germany

....  if she sees 170 clicks today for doin' nowt

she may just GET IT! 

" let the fuck GO.... one reader all you need, 

i know you have inside that "twinflame" fire

fucked off at their  everywhere stuck in the mire

but also bolstered by 'love' 

lord above if you even know what it IS

all manifestly 

[what's her other dumb, 'on trend'' word?  oh yes alchemy

alchemee mee mee....

nope..all is merely universal

WRITE .. just TRY...and just maybe

it becomes, yours, you

golden filegree laced poo

or yet more self pitying tastles stew

Only..... only  the 'forces',

can ever know which, of the two

but i think all we can know, is they rather like a trier

even if OUR - endless 'heresy' has you dragged into Hades' fire

especially here where my ohh my the conformity

costumes; mirrored sunglasses  compulsory statusmobile

look look look

[and endless even worse gawpy stares at so humble nobody, no labels,  no tshirt slogan reminding me whom i pretend to be, me

even if they don't notice the old 'pikey van'

i think their real stare is my posture says 'I STILL CAN!']

 and of course, one thing we never see: 

or rarely even by their NEEDY sea

a fuckin just about half decent, book" 

 

to be cont

 The SW has NOTHING to do with any indigenous - nowt...

IN fact it's so interesting how it is merely television (or their latterday Tube)

Back in those MArches, 

as per now.... few buiderboys would be seen in their yellow hardhat

Just out of big fat

truck, pickup, fifty grand

In hand 

'energy drink' for breakfast

but that's between you and me

As one thing is for certain, one cannot in ANY way even maintain poetical commentary

Upon a whole "bodily" beeing

straight out of adverts on the TV

shaven head, dusty yellowjacket

7am stopoff Lidl 

or even Waitrose don't you know

multibuy six of em for the price 'o five in a packet

RIGHTY ho before i GO...any further

THE strategy must be etched in stone

No home

all of them merely 'bother'

Back to Plan A, from eight years ago:

Pide Pipered, shut the fuck up and off we ...go

soon

ish

...the ... 'THE' "narrative"... at least one man*

 twisted that nonsense newcentury, newword into a parody of itself 

even if said, *man, couldn't keep his posture upright without a black strap around his brown knee

I knew it all along there was only ever poetry

Hesse's prodgeny

A long time here and its all about "me"

And my pain sorrow and lack of methodical merely tolleratin' so as to sustain

Organised, always

ship shape, always...

cup half full, of nothing needed

Always

oooh that's rather good.

Anyway 'narrative' - as usual one realises peeps just chip away at ones 'story'

That isn't any moan, 

it is merely, the remedy to the endless knawin' at one's ankle bone

Or just how one douses ones toes with 'toxic' sludge

As not one, mentally, will ever budge

Grief - every one...

Except the Widow Naz 

And maybe just maybe Ms. surfin' fancyvan

was

Was...i (not me not this century) was, part of sucked in to the problem... and did indeed  find my way out into that healthier paradigm.

Righty ho: to do:

film of THE JOB still to load

The wheelchair REAL man we didn't goad

A black crow

 from 4 months ago

And.... those flutterbyes...

I had never seen them do that in front of my eyes

And that bit o' 'nature' really did at last change my life.

 

 But even die große Schönheit

has been made just so sadly ugly by thisteraisle....

Maybe even three (London Times... the revenge...soon)

(lasternacht rit but it didn't go 'UP'...too many other things going, on..)

 Tonight

Even if 'atomised'...

My ohh my third time i really do think it's the best ever.

.. ironic as Italy the worst ever

As any SANE person knew 40 years ago... (London back and forth  there every other weekend =  ergo...) 

The fruity sweetscentedness orgasmicness of an 'absolute'

 NO matter wot

None

No ifs or butts

(a truly fine settled down utter peace morn - that's what absolutes DO)

They wont even begin to 'get' it:

"my young fine brighteyed upright tits out weekly manstudies of the flutterbyes...me DAnTHEman.. .  show, your products, stuff, quite unnecessary body chemicals, yes perraps even your HRT.... [ fine sexy sixtysomething  GP receptionist night before last agreed  - she dumped hers after 5 years too...she told me a mere man gadzooks! ] have indeed decimated them flutters.... no they aren't recovering even in this finest weather..."

All the "settling down"  in the world isn't going to DO.... less. With less....as, never mind the ban if you a 'Green' on preaching "two per woodburner/motor/boat/insurance policy" the less is more is impossible to understand unless it is shown with stories...

And HONEST feeling which the sceoentific research has concluded is completely impossible if one has been polluted by years in The South - by which i mean London...

The arrogance, the insouciance the DeBottiness....  the complete and utter in"human"ity as human CAN only be based on "say what you mean and mean what you say [mediumish term = 5ish years at a go]" even the ferkin Godsquad figured that one out for god's sake..

Update ...down date from NOW

 Eckheart and co didn't work..

So says Dan THE man  - from up North....the only man a real man in this sceptic shopping aisle, i trust...

All these lovely days...Dan, twenty six and a REAL man who doesnt speak in Hatecreekish, and  say " manifest hope with your good vibes ..." but says with his BIG smile  "ehh up.... nice  to see yer again....  back in this bit o yer territory.." 

When asked " as the ONLY man i trust please give me the true data, rather than the version the Londoners require to keep their NAtional Tristeeships and house prices ticking up... how are the datas then... you still doin' the weekly butterfly survey?"

" not good lad.... don't be fooled...there seems to be an almost placebo effect in one species is doin' ok but all the rest utter Wasteland Apocolypse...."

" i believe only him, Dan...you hear that! ?!..

"certainly don't believe ANY vested interest from Prozac-on-Thames .... nor fake media spokesperson from the Sebastian-Rupert-Camilla Trust.... yer cannot trust them ex or current junkies still think that the Priory gardens are REAL 'nature'... its fucked and good for El Orngeboomboom for saying a fux a fuck...if i had a 26 year old daughter i would get the shotgun out and MAKE s/he combine forces as the perfect couplin'....  helpmeets backwatchers.... he is perfect...and you heard what he said about the BEST walk.... "

  

SO SO SO MQNY bits to fill in, now we know there's no hope for the flutterbyes... as they all became English women...  who put on fakebook they care about nature, and forget the next millisecond they ever said so on the way to the hair dye application saloon... (but don't call me no TAte as i have at least 50 witnesses interviewed ON TAPE who also agree with just that.....and are even comming around to agreeing with 'and as for your pansy sons.... no REAL MAN needed deodorant thirty years ago and thats a butterfly poisonin' poison too..'... ...

Mister wheelchair films and photos plus REAL explanation of last 'piece' .. to be edited TO-Morrow... 

Bleedin' enemies one of hundreds...

Extremely intellectual 'piece' - no not 'post' nor article or anything other than reflecting upon 20 years, in the 'now' - using it as figurative metaphor full of allegorical stabby bits

PIECE not ready untuil 1600

I don't actually care...

As it was never possible to retain ANY real ally ... the one who had a brain that is.

I CARE.... so remembered unlike anyone i have ever met, what i rit a few days ago about: see next post for...him...

fully interviewed filmed and This is Englanded...not how you may think.

4 or 5 days ago - film to add in later