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So, just like the first Tom-Paul way back then, then.
Now i really do 'get' it
"theyr'e all mine...... my precshiousses .....and you erspecially without a lanyard, you cant even talk to them... even over the gate... to their veg patch.... "
AT The Source of The Source so close in to the not at all saucy sorceresses...
But she, the only bright eyed one there wanted, to know.....
She meant it.
And it could have worked for hertoo
Only Les Bains, does for him, what he did to her.....
Especially as their chief Teletubbine, soon to be big chief....wouldn't know how his gaf once did indeed predict his commin'
As they haven't even got the simple serious version in the can yet, fifty years on...
And i hate nothing, but do think absurdism is a hatecrime
But i know being earnest is even more Anthrohateful of everything as it doesn't work
As its quite obvious and has been 15+ years NOTHING digital gets to hearts and minds
but seriously, I could get a Turner if i wasn't male with my collection of these - from the last 10 years. Being the truly terrible waste would pay for so so many infants to have blockers so that by the time they get to peri-puberty (have i just invented that all symmetrical with Woman's Hour as there's been a very very unfair discriminatory slant to the elders of late errata they all KNOW they are perri even age about 35 these days) they can have a truly sublime graceful faery life as the job is done and no more confusion (the actual cause of mentile elf )
Anyway yes this is JUST first draft of TEN Noonans (one 'o' round here - errata there, talk to someone in the hills and you are branded a 'prowler' - i dont prowl anyone especially such mutton faking a yet to reach her sell-by... )
Ten ... ehh yes where was i - it is quite extraordinary how in QUIET places - places lots of council tax money spent on being there for people to enjoy quiet ...a bit
the amount of spice addicted blokes with noisy motors spending half an hour using them with NO consideration whatsoever for the people of the ho-spices or wherever else nearby, when it would have been job done in two minutes with a brush and no horrid noise..
Best one actually 9 months ago in a cold damn snap i town necessary to use occasionally it hadnt been warmish and sunny for some weeks and a little bit is forecast for 2 hrs so what do you get ten spice addicts blowing full volume all around an old people's home where the poor things may have been kept alive by just half a quiet hour out in the warm sun...
Now if i were a Podger type woman with things to Turner worthy blerat on about being 'victim' of and made that (blower thing all my little films in one big collage) into an installation i would be guaranteed to get a Turner no doubt whatsoever especially if at the age of " ohhh we arent SEEN any more.." * !!!!!!!!!!
Anyway the best ever absurdity is when your only sort of trusted Mrs No Nagging, reliableatrix, used to kill em on errs....
Sometimes change does work.
* = there is a BIT of joyous hope as certain wimmin (with Phds and serious credentials ) are coming out from behind the barrickades of late and so seriously their sisters ... this one Hannah - seriously acredited, god she is so onscreen splitscreen hatecrimey about her fellow 'therapist' it is actually better than Alexei Sayle and she at least mneans her spitty vitriol too
to be cont all i want is to have the very very worst weblog bowdlerised chronicle in history ever and the most unseen youtube performance art channel thats not arty or even farty irt is so bad...
As she broke the one heart i had left of nine... three years ago and even she fakes it as a so called 'artist'... the only one i met was indeed the seditionist yesters...
As meandering as Saint Ex or even George Borrow 80s and 90s...
How on EARTH could one explain to even the truly great minded younger Virginie (the Chrets stole hertoo i had to watch almost live camera action a decade back, that was the last straw) of Gisors the purest actually pure human of a totally free mind, thinking only for herself i still recall her phone number the only one io know off by platonic pure heart... 62 37 18 3... x
" look Franco... even Salazar Frogs going wonky in Algiers rather well done in https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Battle_of_Algiers Europe is still even now as it takes at least a few decades to really settle down a bit uppity about recent past nutjobs .... even if i am the opposite of a patriot, nevertheless only the culture of Britin has in fact sort of modernised intelligently and pretty much everyone in UK does know what the simply beautiful nuanced poetry of a real thinker means as in for example Beware of the Flowers ('Cos I'm Sure They're Going to Get You Yeah.... Europe has yet to catch up unfortunately YUK is the best modern culture in the world.... "
Not the slightest bit 'eccentric' in fact a simple reinterpretation of Lord of The Flies .... or even the lost fat nihilists nihilistic bible Mister Maccarthy's The Road...
"Merely a sane thinker attempting some good words that worked, then, but in the not to distant future, early 2010 in fact, one would be called 'eccentric' for merely having ones feet firmly on the real ground.... "
And stupid newspeak AI has been brought up on the worst nonthink ever and repeats it as it will forever ... some notion that 'eccentric' is somehow a negative when everybody knew that Mister Otway was able to bring some meaning to existence by almost saying the exact opposite https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deep_%26_Meaningless of what he says between the lines thats a fuckin 'lacuna' even if theyve stolen that word too
Oggle the parrot: You are likely thinking of the cult classic song "Beware of the Flowers ('Cos I'm Sure They're Going to Get You Yeah)" by eccentric British singer-songwriter John Otway (often performed with Wild Willy Barrett...
the point is, that if one is unable to even speak with ones so called fellow countrypeople how on earth does one have any REAL communication with those from other cultures...
And thus travel was always a sop....
Just part of the herd headed off Gabriel's (Oak) cliff.....
Anyway .... to be cont
but the METHODICAL genius to get here... is worth conting
The whole dumbing down descent into their toxic swamp i see below her bridge
To Hell
can be summed up by ...
Indeed, everyone knew
EXACTLY ....what even a South Eastin
neurotic meant by " beware them flowers...!......"
(and i am sure the usage of "natures girl" was an attempt to cash in upon the coming tsunami of muddy waters muddied by just that bullshit..)
And.... well also write one of the most beautiful things ever..... despite the first example of the lisp exaggerated, for fiscal gain ( and all the girls of SOAS and Goldsmiths my god they did! even in saner times... so woke didnt just come from nowehere nor is it 'feminist' in root as i see a new wave has at last discovered, it was in my girlfriends record collection even back then) )
Anyway what's it ABout!?!
As usual.....you find the best, or at least every so slightly hopeful, good mind, in the very last place in the whole universe - i mean the whole one the quantumly entangled one next door, too, in its oneness or nonduality which i see is now making a fighback... you know it's impossible to find anything except spice dealers and dodgy tobacco accosters...
But more important as the mongrel on Sunday aft with her lad did also seem to know....
Never...
you will never ever ever get what you need from a menu
and shit happens, but you never know what nice thing may follow shortly after - speaking with her as a European, even a mongo-halfie, knows is exactly what you meant... eye to eye....
And old men should shut the fuck up unless they have anything new to say, having once shmanianically had second sight
and been quite right
"beware of the flowers cos I'm sure they're gonna get you.....yeah..!"
Live, camera, action from flowerpot central.
Though i bet they're on spice - expensive esoteric ones at that.
(one even asked me to walk up her high street with her - i cannot be bought, as i found a true one not at all potty, by accident)
So a few days ago i heard at last an intelligent appraisal of English vs Frog
And even if in a different way than the former
the latter has thousands literally thousands of combos:
nuance of one word in the same sentence as another which also has about a thousand variables
So what's the point, as i never did, of really learning any other language on my travels?
And indeed lasterweek thinking i had encountered a fine traveller - Bosnian, " wow please tell me ALL about your past life before you came to this sceptic shopping aisle... especially as youtoo agree with her ' fuck the way you raise your kids here i gotta get mine out to safety!' ...."
Well, even they became fake as i thought from her nuance, especially having told her the info was for A N Other.... female.. i may actually get a rendez vous..
Anyway having encountered one who proved - well two in fact over a couple of years, that certain things can be said AGAINST the received opinion, which in Britain is received by an audience of toxic narcissistic Teletubbies believing only one thing behind their ashram smiles, especially ANYwhere middle class in Swestershire.... " well i paid twenny five quid for this ticket so as to be seen here, so i shall not think, s/he may be speaking a load of poppycock..."
Anyway good for me for knowing that - so obvious in lasteregion as of twenty years ago with their ridiculous, bitching..."well... some say he is a bit fractious to work with dont you know.."
Making it only about their snivelly little opinions of someones personality rather than the superb indeed unique scholarship and hard boring boring dull work for many years actually writing up a half decent version of the 'truth'
Even if far to young to appreciate my ohh my she won't even have the slightest notion, Agent Z was sat there with me, and she won't have the slightest notion of how thirty years ago t'was a badge of full pukka Portuguese honour to have a few Pilgers out on your shelf...
But by twenty, the snivelly little cynics with their post dadaist dodgy nihilism cared more about what party they may get invited to with at least a bit of Columbian Marching powder as one menu option...
Back to the point, that isn't, this is, just how limited the hardest language in the world is, so many conjugations - class ('dinner' vs 'lunch' one of many examples) , and even "Yorkshire hey ... we speak the same language, thats why i can talk to you..[it being banned to talk 'to' anyone in the mindfulness of nothing cult regions. especially HERE hahh hahh] ..." (which is essentially about the weather, real weather not pipsqueak fake Southern weather, that is BY DEFAULT exaggerated on the BBC weather neurosis thing as preached its guaranteed to piss down all day - double rain symbol tick things..... and in real life you get 5 mins of a light shower at dawn, only, - every day for years one sees this now) and quiet places not far away up in some real moors.....
.... and television references and sport and endless new words the Mindful-of-garbage have to create from "radical love" or is that a new one after "manifest" i first heard actually USED in real life in Gwerk
(2023 " i dont have to join the council to take part so as to ensure there are NHS dentists for my kids teeth cos if a awaken, awake, in the morning and manifest a dentist, and then call up Hellstoned dentill, even if i am not even on their list which is full anyway for years the faery magyc means that not only do they pick up MY phone call immediately - dont believe what you hear on the wireless about just an hour in that queue to be told next appointment maybe in 2026 but only if you have a diagnosis of fatal gum disease and are in palliative care... no when i call they always immediately have a same day appointment just for faery magyc me..."... which is an actual real conversation, near three years ago, not something one would expect to hear only in NArnia... and worse, from the woman 56 year old who is in charge of all the 'PTSD'd' broken men coming back from war
with their legs not with them any more
On your public money
and she gets shed loads more of it too
cos thats the 'zeitgeist' or 'aesthetic' .... to be cont)
Anyway yes... the problem with the HERITAGE of the English language is that 'iconoclast' is such a brittle jagged edge word as if her icicle fake tears at the missing libs were about to be jabbed into my human eye....
SO many words as they arose into modernity in the 1800s were still fighting the bigoted mad god fearing bullshit and ...
Then the bourgeois were in charge of everything (Noonan in his definitely manifesting reality, so superbly, Ragged so brilliantly
And i use his birthname as my honour code (from wikki) The rejections severely depressed Noonan, and Kathleen Noonan ......
is to celebrate his daughter, without whom the genuinely successful potted revolution in his book that did change society bigtime...
Bob being well rotten away to wormfood by the time the publishers decided to not be so prejudiced and maybe... have one of the biggest sellers (relative to the buyer numbers) of all time on their plate
Anyway yes.. when you meet an extremely rare one! (in the very last place on EARTH one would expect to find one)
.a Nestbeschmutzer in fact .....
which QUITE CLEARLY !!!!!!!! twenty years ago when i had a nose around was a term of fabulous compliment
Voltaire was a Nestbesch... he piddled in his own 'nest' (literal meaning/ nuance) to make a point that everyone else's piss was really getting too much so cmon lets sort out the stench peeps!
its the same as 'transparency' they rightly harp on about. Well they dont actually as they actually just go on about 'chem trails' and international paedo cabals or whatever nonsense takes their eyes off the point - DO something like go to the planning meeting nobody ever did around The wye...i know as ....
(and as for YANK AI truly fucking with your mental everything
A Nestbeschmutzer is someone who speaks negatively about or exposes the faults of their own group, organization, family, or country to outsiders. It is a derogatory term used to describe a traitor or an insider who brings shame upon their own people
is almost the EXACT opposite of what trusted Frog intellectual Cecile told me face to face .. and i know whom to trust, and whom sadly did ruin the world )
Anyway you meet a propper pukka nesty - suggesting 'received wisdom' may actually be hocus pocus, and English - where for many decades words always get so politicised, clubbified, class warped, and thats before the number one fakes of all time like Kate Tempest came along 15ish years ago and monetised a false version to be in with the Bristol in crowd also the biggest fakes in history, .....English doesnt really have a modern word that says 'iconoclast' is lovely, sweet, so admirable, (even sexy!) and of course essential thing to be for the rest of the birds in the nest or even the chickies that didnt come...
And all the synonyms too all have a whiff of something negative .... or just not quite 'mindful' enough to walk down her Hight St or even up it ... comme il faut
A perfect synonym for iconoclast depends on the specific nuance you want. The best overall alternatives for someone who challenges cherished beliefs are maverick, heretic, or nonconformist. [1, 2]
For a broader list depending on context, explore these top synonyms:
Rebel or radical: For individuals who actively challenge or fight against the status quo.
Dissident or dissenter: Best when referring to someone who publicly disagrees with established political or organizational policies.
Freethinker or maverick: For an independent-minded person who thinks and acts outside traditional norms.
Heretic: Best applied when the person directly violates or challenges accepted religious or institutional dogmas. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
Never mind actual 'joy' - a remarkably common little word in a region where the wan wone, everything else but the ability to shine like her, Ms "Heritage"
In fact you're all mere dadaists, cos If i don't think about how to attempt to make impossible points, here....there are hundreds every day even the odd thousand. But when i eventually rev up, why not nothing else to do, as per yest, hardly anyone.
Very surreal dadad personality disorder, or even inverse fairy
now what matters? as metaphor, word picture, allegory or just symbolic of the times - which actually haven't changed much for 20 years; and all Colonel Chret could say 33 back was " well at any time there are usually 40 or 50 wars ongoing .." and he should know as he started half of them.
Obliquely.
As Pilger so brilliantly described in his splendid repetitive authoritative journalism.
SO all that matters, even if i guess i shall not manage, is having some common language as to symbolic figures. Their names. We can't of course use due nonsense libel or the even worse "you can't say that"ism stuff... has to be fictionalised.
And at last even if i wasn't looking for the first of them - the ultimate in putting oneself out there dressed up in sylvan fairy costume and shamanic hocus pocus, so brilliantly curated, so as to be an ever constant ultima all seeing eye for sale..
There i go and spy a silhouette outside a supermarket six weeks ago...
And i just knew.
I didn't know how lined and sourfaced without the self Photoshhopping.
The moment the parallel Quest ended.
So, that really was i guess why such noisy nothing tolerated...
And somehow should be in something that could be left behind.
And then there's the other thing, all...kindof everything, wordpictured, as symbolic in that its just about intermittent fault (and i dont believe its in the 'stars')
Even this bugger... i mean what on earth do you make of anything when something supposedly 'solid state' or as good as is randomly wonky
i shall come to these another day even if The Quest really should cover some of it
And the PR - i had no idea how next level it had becomes by default aesthetic...and it doers disturb, especially when you know it's in fact more Goebbels than Goebbels...
ahhahh i found her again! ... but i can't be bothered yet to turn her the right way up as the whole things the wrong way around, anyway...
(i THINK the random fine mongrel halfbreed filmaker woman in the 4wd VW understood?? " you can never ever get what you need off a menu especially when the prices are so astronomical here ion The Source... not surprising they cant have a walk in the hills without all those phonecalls as you have to do a lot of extra grifty gigs to afford the fifteen hundred quid soul workshops...")
Anyway where did i get to other than last few days extra effort to make sure full battery and... i don't know if there is really any point
As it does take two to tango
And the tango is obvious ...
Has been the same one for ever - or for modernity at least,
GREAT culture even if Jenny Cideres are rather depressing, changes us as did seeing the depiction of the brown man I still remember his name, Dith, walking out the flicks so so depressed " i could never for a second be so astonishingly human and brave as that Eastern man...." and knowing that moment all peoples are the same - in theory, no matter which side of the planet they live on...
And also youve got to have a sort of a bit of a laugh too...
Earnestness never did work.
(no 'new new ager ' all of whom are merely in the business, ANY old business, of not being a cleaning lady - even if the blokes started it!! ... can't do, why all their thousands of quid on Mindful hellishness doesn't work as the purpose is to laugh at OURselves... ...which i think Candide kindof got? i can't remember.. a kind of useful dada-absurdism ... ish.... Im just talking to myself ...all i know is i for years always sleep well no matter what which is 'zen' unless one is a total psychopath as i am sure they sleep well too..... and to see that one with a mask still on at her work a few weeks ago....forget it theyre all still self pitying mad... and anyway ...well a cup half full of hemlock is why do i have mini miracles? ... it is a miracle my old jalopy is still trundling along.... but of course USA is so far advanced in the nutjobbery when four years ago one meets a pukka train driver woman theoretically feet on the ground yet they all spout nonsense such as " my signpost, traffic control box, is always the Course in Miracles.." so there never was any hope there ......why a couple of birthing babes are the only last hope ... or were i guess nobody can communicate anything real.... so why do i bother?
one thing i do know which is exactly the opposite of what their whole thing is - Buddhist this and that etc etc mindfulness hocus pocus, doing "THE WORK" ... the Southerner is far far less frank and open as s/he spends all day and night preaching s/he is...its interesting deep down even if the end of the world)
Now, meandering, and i didn't know how, really, or really it's why...?
Why have no so called 'lefties' anything ever to say that's useful...
Why can no pretend 'humanitarian' on a march to make a noise for other people other places never say ANYthing actually humanitarian - Michael K knew of the reality as did Rachel K, even if her book ending is about as nihilistic as you can get, well the clue is that as one gets to the epicentre of power and its 'playground' you notice most can't even go for a walk in 'nature' without having long chats on their mobile phone...
I had no idea just how intense it all was until meandering nine months the source.
But to be able to rethink, at a humanitarian level the real version its the small books... those you don't even think will guide you around the bomb craters because they look and appear so humble and nonentity.
But when you have nothing else to do as everyone else is just so busy being noisy and return to a few of them, then your perspective is reset in an actually 'radical love' way which isn't radical as its always been the same, and 'losing' is just part of life.
Of late there is a new 'counterattack' on what they never even took time to ponder what it may really be... that 'woke' or 'culture wars' which always only ever was an inability to reduce all the static twenty years back, and ponder what might indeed assist the inner core of our kids. Which is hard as there is no money in simple oldschool stories.
Or getting our kids to read the small simple books that eventually guide us to understanding the firm ground with few bombs aside the pathway if we ponder what it means to lose, but never really be lost.
Anyway back to business having lost years ago, and all i know that being methodical is necessary if one is living deliberately outside their 'system'. Which is no hippie thing, it's just the system. And half my lifetime ago i heard him, self righteous, god so so self righteous, 'born again' Christian with his Missus sit there as we gathered around his daughter's number three baby, and as if he were reading off the accounts for his church at the AGM, deadpan, "we..[ meaning he actually there, then, part of the force] ...dropped more bombs on Laos than any other place in the world ever.."
As if it was just all in a day's work...
No thought to how that may impact
the real lives of real people, even still today.
And even if GW1 was the start that moment was the real start. Realising the supposed most righteous Englishman retired colonel - a boss of British 'Intelligence' in USA , three grandchildren they doted upon, in fact had nothing between his ears... despite the arrogant deadpan
smashed all emotion out of his just the right amount of smileyface
now what's the point? - meaning why make loads of irrelevant little clips ? even if the TOTAL 100% bimbos who pretend to be au naturelle, but she is up half the night making her 'travel' vanvids look and sound like a stop off at some chillout post nightclub chillzone, when in real life she's fretting about where to wash her hair next...
Simple, over 100 years ago there was a first attempt to somewhat satirise via a kind of surrealism, all that taking onesself, or one's 'art' too seriously
And its as if they never existed as a whole generation has been trained into earnestness - which never works.
That was kindof the point of the Dadas
I guess, to point out careful you may be a fake!
By which i do not mean the ordinary 'girl next door' i mean the middle classes who trade on supposedly having useful-to-society, things to say
None of whom ever ever ever can even think of just finding a sheltered place in the sunshine up in the quiet where you can get lost..
in a small quiet book.
There's always a way
Never mind saying that maybe that will do you more good (make you genuinely good - for something one day) than the thousand quid a weekend workshopping
in drafts some weeks at least. not that there ever was any point... all those performative marches lovin' Palestine not ever able to actually think, which The Michael K i do believe is about the best at ... we lost. Lose .... losing is just another word like winning... and if you repeat it often enough then you will end up sleeping FAR better than pretending you have 'hope'...
Ohh yes we now have a new word "hopemaking" i heard the other day...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
when was this?
its in the hover function, later, another day..
all the days been the same for three years having chanced upon the marketing arm of some fantasy little South Eastern dump like Cobham Surrey
a couple of years ago
" so when did a ferkin holiday in a tourist region, become a stalinista 'retreat'.... ?"
reprise though i have no interest in the gulag as they take a long time to recover from...
and ...well talk about poignancy.... and a story never to be told
Anyway so i never knew quite how the PR department was in fact far more ..it is the POWER
****
i mean where did THAT come from...
Master Tape
five years on, running away - you never can, even when you have Saint Exupéried into actual Paradise
so yes... 37 years ago, there was hardly any hope when you were in heaven almost with a bit of Little Dreamer on your walkerman ploughing your furrow around paradisical bits of the world....
except go to the windawrd shore even then.... and
And all we have now (back there - even the river Wye.... ) the aesthetic... the hopemaking.. theior grift
Which has absolutely nothing to do with 'nature' ever as theyre up all night getting their fake festivals top of the rankings...
So never see it never mind never merely meander
(i had no idea it was so pricey hence all the need for fraudulent crowdfunding seen begin in The MArches a decade ago)
now... even if (TO BE CONT!!! ) the word genocide should be banned, no stupid ....oops whats still not allowed? .eeehhhhh ....summit about the world would be a better place if we globalside Fado
Especially this babe
with whom one knows where one IS, whereas the sick little Britolite Churchy one... pivots to wherever she thinks she will find suckers to dig her back garden in Rhaedr....
ojhh yes one of a few big pages other had but nobody even feeds back never mind keeps simplest one chats going....
ohh i wish....we could go under cover .... at her death camp-chic or at least a more accessible one as she of course hides away making £600 thou PA before tax according to the taxman...
Now there's only gobbledygook here on the surface even if i know that there's nothing below the surface of anyone else doing their only ever tourist thing especially as i have never seen so many mobile, mobile phone calls in 'nature' its almost compulsory to walk and be seen talking...
But i have no interest in anything other than why did a larger more remote area, three years ago, get ruined...
And now i know never mind nobody reads any books that aren't on the compulsory cult list...
And nobody merely meanders...
(lastereve i even heard one mister Mate's poor victims...well it takes a lot of SMALL books like this big one to understand things like what is perspective... and how the babes always wrote the best Gulag books and incidentally survived far far longer than the blokes... they dont tell you that in the cult...even if i don't believe in cults, only ...well just mass dumbing down and there's only one remedy...)
