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It had the "message in a bottle" at the top... how could i forget that ...
ultimate bimbo bullshit.
The moral of that story being stick with first impressions...
Anyway, I am doing homework.
The moral of the story - it is magnificent,
so well crafted.
All of our lifetimes almost in it
But mine, is in fact Hupertian...
How can one begin to explain her perfect language.
Unless you have... well, their culture you did
embody, via the ones who were indeed most comfy in theirs
And sharing it too.
and this the one actually great artiste...
No need for Marina's gauche histrionics
And overdone lippy
The true art of ... obscurantism.... never really saying it all.
Because no one really deserves it.
But you believe just one all along, still may.
And thus, you don't even want your only desired reader
Knowing it all. As no one knows anything ...until.
Anyway few works of actual reasonable writing and
philosophy - the first time I have ever watched anything that brings us up to date:
With now.. Cummins.. half of new new labour errata they are too fat to read...
Bannon. But far more germane half the middle management crony fat cats
And almost all Bullingdon club. (doin what Dom told 'em to)
Ayn... talk about an ADVERT for Ayn ...
warped old chain smokin' Ayn
And yet, it ends, albeit lacking in true deep emotion.
The history of MAd Ave... ends with
That's the problem with this sceptic One...
In fact so many yank things the last decade Ive trudged through
Loalty... fielty... actual love, no less...
No one would dare shoot, a real god....
I do hope i manage to stay alive for the day their man
Popes it...
And if they mean what they say do and reprise....
Its quite touching really
But how can one man write the greatest ever "splittin' up on on the docks that night" and "gotta get back to her somehow" ultimate odyssey off we go on road trip to ALL that ever matters...
when if these two had had a real daddy, or RAlph..... he would have maybe advised: apart from " no you spoilt little brat sulkin' at sixty something.... you didnt get invited on Jules....cos you are crap and always were and had no talent whatsoever except for sittin' on coattails...."
"and no one ever is stupid enough to think a million clicks for a pastiche as no one could conceivably recreate it bein' perfect then, and forever... are other than pure pity"
As inauthentic as the collectables pimps of The MArches.... always were as i always knew.
But ,my ohh my so so much i learned.... of just ....how.
(part 25 of a whole years worth of eye to eye research with foreign yummy mummies..." so do your kids come home speaking of false allegations, mental health, self harm, Hatesville 14 year olds high on Ket.... genda issues.... ehh i am sure i have forgotten others off the list ohh yes they have ADH by default..?"
" monsieur...je ne comprends pas... what are you talking about..?"
But it is the look that launched a thpousand ships. That says in beautiful frog or Kraut: " are you mad.."
damn i near forgot!!
phewww...
Trojanettes... I am gathering a herd of them .. little Trojies....
in their stupid book clearly not one of em ever reads
i know better an em....
(actual culture does not include the words embody, manifest, 'lean in' or 'connection'....it is prickly )
Pride....all it ever was.
But i havent even started yet as if i say I am loyal...
A cheeky Croat.... aside the needy sea.
easter ferkin Sunderaft
just her and me
" a year of so....
theytoo
will be in the greatest ever peace treaty
extant probably in all of "human"ity "
smugly
" no i don't think so.....
theyre naughty
even hissy....
just not nice sweeties like us [i didn't even bother realtin' fact:
1 all, on the genocides actually committed, croatia first round]
just dont play the game
touch line for 'em
five years more...maybe ten"
if i can survive two hears in Hatesville where they're too scaredy cat to stab you in the eye, all behind your back
I need to.... "warrior" land would be a breeze....
Next to this lot a life of uncynical ease
Anyway i have all i ever needed to know
C1 ..... "bombs tanks and missiles off we go.."
And he even lives and preaches in Hay-on-Wye....
An eye for an eye
All they actually ever seem to know
The actually genuinely sad thing is no one seems to know
1993 four five
There were actually good men here speaking philosophically and fairly wise
debate, genuine fellowship....
" its the judgement of Solomon... no one really knows..."
I have heard not one sane wise philosophical voice at all
Empress ... and they lost the key to her new clothes
closet fuckin madmen ... one and all
Righty ho... i am not someone who actually stabs nastily at specific peeps (unless takin shed loads of public money or thousands of FAkebook 'friends' garnered on public cash, only to cash in to more cash) but hearing how rude the 'podacster' kindof most supposedly 'gentlemanly' in the world is so rude about his competition...
Maybe i am wrong
factsplease time (esti and dad bought factsplease.com about 2008... for notme)
maybe i could start with some emails from a brother who..... (as any shrink standard model would immediately see... ehhh.. tie yourself to a really shoddy apron and you ....well you never grow up, so its not his fault... but facts do have consequences.....con...sequences.... until...to be cont)
no not that one but the PHILOSOPHY is what matters
There was only one good dance, ever..
Even if with reservations... for the 'indians', moi...
(agent Z ... pondering near six months i think probably with reservations she was right)
Cos the poor things, especially Chrétien #1:
Lets just call them C1 as its such a pain to Oggle just to get an accent
Thirteen years ago
Today " i remember what you first said 13 years ago the day we met....[blahh blahh hissy fit] ... giving fact: you were born into a different culture - not the wank versions The Guardian pimp, but a real one ... we merely called 'mindset' about 35 years ago...you think and behave differently.... but you cannot accept ANother Peep also do exactly that.... nor the word of someone whom has lived among the rather confused folk of the Former Sov places... some so deeply intelligent due their fabulous tradition of uncynically careing about factual knowledge espewcially of even her own peeps... and even the centuries long Peacemaker, Serbians even if they became scowly, being depraved...oops errata, deprived of their birth ticket... .... .but many sadly....i WOZ THERE in the mid 90s when Rambo was THE ONLY DVD available in the petrol stations... racks and racks of them.... default.... no nice Barbara Streisand or JAne Fonda magnificent peace treatises... nope... mafia....period....i don't know if they moaned about themtoo but all they moaned about was cash... anyway ... The further afield lands, not so close to Václav's poetry booksops... or i was kiddin' estonia's most perfect classicals.... of all time
i TOLD you about him.... maybe 1/3 of his aggressive horrid Engnglishman life from the VERY rough end of the street..... daggers drawn most of it so he could buy his house near youtoo.... he...not me.... his centre of gravity around RAmbolands.... he would tell you its a 'MAfia State'....and he even loved some of em...... even he...
been in the slammer for agravated something with a stoneageman's club
..said on
day three
... they havent got a hope.....
it'll just be a million, or three
dog meat city....
they should sue....for a peace ..treaty "
(but of course no one can quiote any even wise Greek philosophy in these pestilent lands of sunglassed rabid bands of dog breeders
then healing manifesters thinking animal welfare dont apply
to her factory...
He whom surrenders early, gets a bigger piece of pie... )
Now funny old thing that im sure in their bible it must have something about cant and vanity
never mind hubris and humility
(the ordinary reader will disagree, volubly
well you can fuck off
even halfie Z
not known for injongoism those Polish Samelots
agreed, " Eastern Pogland full of Amaerican missiles and every time my nan phones
screamin through her smoke filled lungs above above the din of f35s... "
But ergo means wait til not even 2035
Libya, filled up with Western metal....
what happens? a lot
of that metal doesnt quite end up where intended
But in the hands of one or other band of Conrad's Heart of Darkness
mad warring tribal Kurtz...
A LOT
of them...
Doesn't mean they are 'nazi' fascists or even racist really
They just live in a different, reality
The real problem is ...wsell ask the so genius brilliant Pole on her bike
(near 2 years ago here me and my mic - i have yet to go back to and put up here)
She understood, that 'change' from not much, to lots
on te;ly at least
poisoned her muvva land and still does..
channge real change takes a LONG time to incorporate, even investigate
Thirty years, from no oranges in the veg shop to a better stocked Polski sklep
on every street corner
Is a psychological adjustment so momentous it does take decades to reach
moral...yes it exists or all you have is Anyn Randian con...census...
So take a country from hardly any dynamite a decade ago
(ever)
to so much dynamite (bet you half brokered through Hatesville houseboats)
ohh and all those drones too
And not exactly a modern 'democratic' history....ever
Ehhh so thats gonna end really really well... with the people all suddenly 'changing' to become.... just like the spastics that write your Guardian
smiley vaccuous craft beer sipping morons who Wouldnt Hurt a Fly (by slavenka)
And wrote Starmersans Speaches...
Or set up the tv set on Glastonbury centre stage where all the intellectually illiteratti pay a con man to go to a 'festival' of nothing but Disney
At even higher absurd made up fee...
Anyway thats all for another one but when C1 cannot even celebrate maybe ... the end....just STOP
Now....
who cares about who owns what
Except those whom still own their own trachea or balls....
whether of steel or jelly
matters not
you can't fuck with bollock paste
or splattered dick
sadly no immos ever seem to ever listen
" at school they - whom still own you never mind the Mil Ind C ..
But youtoo - conned by all the fairies ... rather than godmothers, the former generally bein' too bitter 'n twisted to have any
probably think you have 'second sight' so conned by em all (i only pity THEM as the connER is hurt more than the conNED..i think even the bible managed that bit of common sense) so that will be easy
Even if blessem' they tried.... the whole lost-their-way three hundred and fifty million fatties...
(wow she was amazing for SEVEN " mongrels, mum, are the best.... wow your dad from Grenada i used to wander their old spice market ... in the days before it became compulsory to use a bottle of Old Spice just to walk 3 km of the path....mine..... i think that's now official..."
"my new daddy he is from Grenada too but he's ok... he is actually present.."
"when i was vagrant hobo vagabond pilot bobbin between your West Indian Isles even late 80s there was a law: pickup any West Indian Isle and the Islander samelot you could assume it would get airborne or was it a Trislander max 18 seats i forget ,,.anyway if it were maximum passenger numbers ten if we popped up to the US Islands Puerto Rico or US virgin Aisles... we were actually limited to eight passengers as it was assumed they would all be big blobby Teletubbies even back then...and that was the law ...you are so svelte yes i believe you a marathon runner, rather than eater...".)
Bet that was the only time she was almost an artist....
On OUR Old Grey....
Whereas our lass....
Well if she won't write 'it' i will imagine it....
The look on their faces as her posh clientele who cannot even manage to do their own cookin' at Easter... writhe in pain at the either food poisonin' or maybe just... culling
The last bite with their platinum plated old fake teeth
Anyway, here, now... well actually the morn before yestermorn...
(my tans just grown and grow more territorial in response to... the WAY the snotteratti are round here is
...not in the tourist guides...)
Now, apart from, as my fellow Banshee
apreciatorix agrees, " i never even imagined in all my artistic dreams how many yoga togged up babes you may see ... even if many are well past the 'yummy mummy' phase of Holford's evil Empire of supplements and drinking your own piss, decanted into fabulously Conran Shop Styled piss jars ... to stay 'forever young', pullin' into the more rural or coastal car parks, in 75 grand monster trucks... i bet just fresh from a bitchin' session on the 'environment' at Yoga central.... and this in a county where there are no farms as all the retreat operators bought them up to con more YMs they are 'feminine' just cos they bought the fatcat priced ticket.... on Rupert's Monsanto 'redundancy' payoff when they sacked him for being to fey.... this in a county where there are no hills, no ice no snow not even much mud.... no farms except yogamamma farms mainly farming bitter twisted babes too bitter and twisted to have been mammas.... it is pure DIVINE COMEDY.... [i need to read that as he started it all!now i have all the time in the world i can] ..."
" yes i agree ONLY true Joan Osborne rit ultra sedition and irreverent Rick Mayalese can....save us ..now"
ehhm yes... but still a BIT hamster wheeled and unsure of who to be...
But i am not stupid unlike Little Miss "DM me for change"... they dont... cannot....you have to work with what you have and facts
The best ever a week ago was it now, wandering so sincerely and inncocently ..on owl day the reprise...
" ...ehhhmmm i think she has realised it is a place full of so much HATE ...."
Which sadly whilst fact is in lacking immo language copied from FAkebook - my ohh my the one dimensional swamp they inhabit
Firstly you have to give Monty Pythonesque loving names (that hate the sin never ever the sinners as there aren't any, only lost stuck sheep) to even 'hate' fille places
In that Shitcreek became Hatesville...
PURELY as her art was magnificent despite not growing up so she had learned that by 52, 11 months if you still dont sleep like a perfect spring lamb..
CHANGE something... quite probably everything
Especially who you are
And furthermiore fuck the back off to the lands where my ohh my the 35ish year old new cohort of shaman conartsists.... who got as far as Glastonbury having crawled out of a once noble place of actual SOLIDarnoshisness...
Every gorgeous dark haired snake oil-enhanced, Estonian who learned the Tarot when her drunk dad had spent all the factory cash on vod.... so theres only candles and cards
Thinks with a bit of extra spesh PR and lamination she....
wont have to join the cleanin' lady
queue...
too
wow thats fun it wasn't upside down on Oggle... but i was when being a prejudiced cunt meeting my second Moldovan )number one i had LIVED with him a month in a six foot cell) in the most witchrafty compliant setting in history...
And any ordinary spould would have got hios stake out ready for burnin.... bbq time for 'personal hygeine' 'personal safety' inddeed hygeinifyin the whole planet she looked so utterly THE actual real deal - BBQ worthy...
her fabulous hooknose silhouetted against nothing but...
three thousands miles of sea
til you get to the next Mad house along...
her posture fuck you would have thought she was BORN .. kicked out ("i cannot take that hooky n ose any more protruding into my mammies wall, and keep it sheathed down the gunk hole too..) onto the tango floor... eatin her own placenta
which without a doubt DID work and made her by far the most intelligent intellectual auto wise woman in history...
(i mean....
little Miss Sleepless in Porthscatty .... wouldnt understand...
THE reason she dragged herself off the factory floors and tossed her side her charbabes rags....
to the lands of about the greatest culture ever in history despite me bein a BAez 'superfan'of quiet sweet super hippy...
i mean...
there you are (i do have the photos if there is a ever a paid-for inner circle of elite creeps nothing to do with their sick lives...
imagine THE most romantic setting ever ...
near one of the toes of thios fetid Aisle
perfect dusking light
In the full knowledge that every so called adventurer in hiking gear or boho wear
is a fake
performing only nothing as actual performers are made artists, eventually
And there she is like a pilar of proper salt i am sure comes from DEEP in mother earth rather than this needy fake sea...
cross an actual witch with ACTUAL powers...
A PROPPER dancer
And MisterGoth before he became a fat slob, too
Anyway....where was i as i only like writing so much it just autotangates automatically forever into
eternity
yes... Moldova
" my people..... i had my DNA tested a few years ago as a gift..... my precious...[ she glints without any teeth theyre in for a service, her Croney smile has more art in it than all of Poor Poland put together, cos its real...not just crony capitalism... of the worst kind: cowardly...]... and it came out i was in fact .. seventy percent of The book..... [ useless racist cunt Moldovans not as effective as Yoocranians according TO ANNIE in her THE biblebook: Borderland... only 4 cjhockies left of the 40% who lived there turn of the last century thats the 1900 one.... nope 99.99999% Aryan by the turn of the last one....and ut wasnt ONLY Adolf..]... anyway diod you know MY people invented riocket fuel... a few hundred years ago WE.. decided to try and get the Aristo Russians and fancy pants Poles who entirely fucked their own peasants up the bum too.... we Book Peeps.. figured if we got them all hoocked on 200&% proof vod... we ,may kill them off and end up with all their bling... so as 200% stuff doesnt exist, we better invent it..."
poor thing of course unable still, quite to stick in a line: my poor Book Peeps took rather a long time to learn, less is more...ALWAYS.... as i have now found here nowhere bein' no one...
Anyway depite one minor inability to self critique herpeeps...
The one genius who earned it in THIS fuckin culture..i have ever met
Cos she knew: go ALL the way... tell ALL....all about her inner most deep seabed fiery molten fissures
kept under her perfect KAte thinkgumy
Bushy skirt
and vents...
All
Always......
All the way....
Until the retinas mine... three hours into the duskin dusktime and dewtime dew..
Are burned by the only actual sunshine i have ever seen
Born and bred in just one of her SEVEN fuckin' geniusly fluent languages
The uvva being that of the one place on earth i knew for an absolute fact was Taylor Swift addicted one dimensional ...
factory floor
where they'll steal the grease of the soles of your plastic boots so mean and poor
The only RICH "bioird" i ever met
(but don't tell the .... well, i know Christmas Day beforelast...she's not well - a total contradiction - 100% volte face, on an important fact within 24 hrs..is the definition of not bein' well... probelm is the ONLY remedy is facing up to the evil pollution everywhere, here...and that's before you even drop out of inner sanctuary and are born....)
Anyway all immaterial
BUt...
I was slightly bullshitting...well not really but i knew .. for a 100% fact a whole rather Oscar worthy film outline could never possibly just be born virginally birthin' itself in Hell-Atch...
abeam the asbestos sheeted DEAD FACTORY
I LIKE DEAD PLACES SO IN FACT THE HELL IS SOMETHING ELSE (accidental cap cant be bothered to decap)
despite
Mere me...
And what dyer' know....
It just ....did
Anyway yes... there is no 'art'ever possible when the sad little Sleepless in Flatland (a more one dimensional place i have never known and ive known almost every place)
cannot understand....
'art' comes out of.... hmmm.... well, you are being really nice and thoughtful and rather sacrificial indeed, sacrificing ones always enjoyed mental hertime; and pondering hertime..unable to even sleep
i call that spoiled princesses.... they came to the right country.. that invented them... five odd hundred years ago, and they...bred...
cos no brave Lech, nor fine old ...
whatever back to the point.
Any sane person knew many decades ago all of S America a repressive load of dinosaurs about the only time they allowed their women out of the kitchen to do their stupid artless made up fake 'arty' dancin'
Here is a picture of REAL women who stood up against Argie certain-death squads...
My ohhh... my ...someone must have got up their nose..(another day, very soon,because that really is it..)
But on the wanderations.... of course. Thirty years here, is enough to sourpuss even a German... the only one of dozens met and "human"-to-"human" conversed with so nicely and always eye eye... bright eyed, bushy tailed, tits out back straight...
As the "chix" have had thrown at them - a daily dose of 'organic'
creativity
(one said " wow that IS good")
Baron Cohen over the line.
But there is one area of humour that once cannot get into
Unless.... Mister BC as Person of The Book
Can and did... candidly check the rudest joke book at his own 'peeps' ever.
But if one were, a superwoman, beyond all confected hurt and
periodical moanin'
If one was that (she has a name! but i am so click-ruthless when i want to be,
no good due her apostrophe)
My heroine.
My creation, Frankie babe
(inspired by her the " fuck my cancer Kraut, met in the Worst Place in The World, on the worst daytoo... told me eye to eye - so close i could see the pack of fags hidden in her brestpocket smocky thing... and just dipped my greasy fingers in ..uninvited
"first they chopped off my boobs, and were adamant: 'worse than cancer...
no boobs will headfuck you so so End Times ,,,life over no more the dancer
' ok well cut out half your back and sew it across all your front'
no.. a few months later that didnt work,
my bumfat next
peeled like a big fat pateater....
nope .... by the time Im on operation thirty Too
my body more Frankie than him and hertoo
I just said no more fuck you
Let It Be,
six months of living death you say left to go...
so what....
and now its year three")
living on, my little van and hissy sis... to the sunset we go!)
But Simone.... is NOT Frances McDormand's evil forgery
of vanbabes all moanin pity pity me
Nomadland ... the comedy
Except.... if Simone and 'HER' Babs...
Are beyond any doubt,
what a hardfisted woman would should and will shout.
Environment, simple livin' indeed the answer to Fatch
and i tell my cheapskate cheapseats readers, first, as I am at least loyal.
Before i even share it with her.
It came: She has a name, far more her than CB or BJ...: Babs....etymology, a true life affirming movie of a moral tale, whether it be stewed, shmanically alchemised in the fires of Hades that manifests itself by mahgic despite the price of gas; with the sweat of Croatianbbqd babas as a piquant sauce... so perfectly twisted around into, of course she didn't take the cash, she gave it away, to the sourest pusses of them all.... her own sweet way. That worked. And she made even them the bigtroixes...smile...
a derivation of, Babette... (i can even remember the spelling without looking it us, that is what the perfect culture ...does... except i would have had them - the rent asunder once beloveds, eating each other for desert even rather past their sell by date. There being no other more lofty honourable and pure best-philosophical platonic ending of any movie ever....we do LEARN from it...for life)
Monday, 21 April 2025
On jumping...
i have so so many little bits left out as it takes much longer to sort the bits than splurge larger chunks and as the smaller bits are ten times more chunky do come back ...
But really... Substack on what mode of death to enter is all you really do need to know... and it doesn't take a 'shaman' to see the future, i know what it is as i do the hard work figuring the actual real version
The actual 'good news': I doubt there has ever been a time (decade) when only a fool - fifty plus, wishes they were younger. .... but it's not the youngsters' fault...
I am sane. Another reason to add to part 2 is that they WERE blocking uploads of more than one hour. So I made part 1 as intro and was going to stick a link to part 2 in filestore as it is longer than one hour. But....now... it does allow the larger upload... and Substack were meant to be the one grown up do-what-they-say tech platform...
time to jump over the cliff...
substack audio part 1
Why to jump over the cliff? If over fifty; especially if childless. Or..... pt 1 of 2 (SEE NOTE AT LINK BELOW)
If the world knew how he stole her... fourty years ago...
The one great white hope.... (sleepin with a gun under her Newton N Cal pillow..)
Whom, with her hillbilly sister knew what culture was for...
(at last someone speaks intelligently, after several years of self aggrandising bullshit " well i went for a long walk across Afghanistan so i know more than you" ... oh yes Rory .. that's a fuckin' miracle... to actually do the WORK: . " i read Hillbilly twice... on the second go i realised he was writing about the exact grotesque grotesquerate he was going to become.... as if he had 'second sight' every word became true....")
yes to escape Bullneck Hicksville where they show off by (i shall never forget) the big pickup stops in front of us and out gets the gunman and shoots the snake that wasn't even in his way... just to show he can.
Except ... you must know the good culture, that worked. Mocking"bird"...... The Southerner... [1945].. even Yentil and The way We were...
And then ...she....went and got, him
The greatest liar of this and the last century, in that he must have believed in one of them intervening, as if he didn't he would have actually intervened himself parentally with his own boys in such a way that two werent dead before they got to be men...
By example
Mind you... as with all Yanks or certainly 99.999% with a weird masochistic death wish, wishing the end times come while they're alive - i mean the non sky faerie lot... the ultimate success and proof of their deity is that for him to have snook her the one great hope into his dark and damp Cave... is a superpower I would never have imagined possible
They don't emerge, ever, into the light once they're been Nicked...
Anyway thing is... someone needs to write the bible on how the interventionist god lot, only intervene in one matter, which is how they desperately require ... you to believe their painted on smile comes from above, and is real........ when they do not one thing ever to earn anything down here on this earth now.... by any real gentle 'intervention' in respect of 'justice' or just "community" which are tennets one and two...
Nor did they.... fifteen years.... often enough asked ...subtly
'zen' and New Year resolution to not be stuck in the silly title thing where one's self important little thought is deified into something deserving a larger font and bit o' bold.
Though so little shared lexicon makes it almost impossible to share anything with anyone - methinks that's what this awful 'party people' thing gobblin all those pills for years means you can't see straight to read even one fine smallish book
Never mind speak of one of the finest - all the fat mygeneration forgot was once our bible
With that extraordinary artwork on the front cover which still brings something saying something real to my splendid mind... fourty years on.In a land where not that many bothered with that pollutin' and poisonin' facepaint.. they had better things to do.
Such as come to terms with death - almost every snivvely twentty year old i knew kindof knew it was a 'responsibility' and in doing so maybe that's how you learn to live...
Now.. at dusk in the most evil of all "theme parks" ( being reminded it is the same in German..) even if she hasn't even heard of her perfect little bible from her compatriot who did know 'zen' and put it rather well in his Sid
Funny thing you could almost plot the rise of the Fourth Reich by witch i mean the witchcraft vudu in the British or yank editions that were spawned with pictures of smiling soma munchers on the front
rather than the fine ascetic original cover.
Plan and SIMPLE
because that is exactly what the finest 'zen' or finding peace book is about - no guru or preacher or even fancy second sight babe, has the answer, ever... the answer is just being a humble nobody
And meaning it. (i can beat - lasterautumn pictures soon, of a life as a deplorably untouchable... which arent fake smiley as if you know you made the right choice all the shit just washes off no matter what)
Anyway that's in book 2... long overdue
But i had no idea i would find in theme park central not only the best zenny/mindful of them all - indeed a rare real unpainted "bird" who also gets every moment of living IN the moment ...
In her migratory very small van " so let me ask you one question ...about condensation"
" so... that is a philosophical question i have to start with the real philosophical discourse on how this land went ill... and mad... ALL MEN will sermon on ways to stop it...to make THEM look good my my they go on for hours.... they cannot admit in their neurotic little control freak states, that you cannot.. control it... you have the first type that dribbles from the roof and makes you uncomfortable ..unless you learn to ignore it and just put all your diaries in plastic pouches.. the second they think they can stop ...with layers of expensive layering... treatments... spaceage paints... but you cannot ever... somewhere one little dribble always finds its way to the floor or into some unseen crack...and will rust ... they deny but it is reality... a rather good parable for why you should run away back to safety of over there..."
"lets get back to you.... your smile isn't painted on.. your moment is NOW.... your bounce is full power and funny... i can tell... i have fairly good fake-radar by now especially down here it is for tuning that second sight up to full gain..
" so tell me the story of.... after all those cancer operations and choppin' bits off to stick' em over the gone tits... and failed operations and second attempts at choppin bumbits to stick over the titbits... and when you just decided to let go 'lean in' to the three months left to live.... no more weedkiller pills and choppin'..no more 'medicine' no more cares in the world... just ... every day a new one, worry free... your lad, too, off on his worldly way, did your best, free....I have never met the REAL thing... ever.... but there is one last duty, responsibility, care... duty to him if you ever can, as i know it just doesn't exist: you do need to write THE book... of you... sleeping perfectly every night through so many death sentences..
"funny jokes who wone the war... and as i found Krauts can STILL laugh at themselves, Brits no more ... you alone really do have the whole damn thing licked... How To actually Live...no matter what .. frig if i had found your unwritten book a couple of Homeric cycles ago i wouldnt have really believed it... silly arrogant English we all are/ mewas... but if i had taken in only half well it would have just maybe been the remedy.... to every false word on ...spirit... all i ever hear..."
(the yoof of today, blesserrr... cannot take even in the toe
without off to whorespittle we must go....
despite the body bein' designed to spit em out....
eventually)
I bet they had a good dad-lad(s) evolution....
growth... up.
To adult. Only they don't take things to heart..
or have them.
And get even better as old gits.....
The other 297 million.... only know how to self-pity moan even moanier...
*
At least some of them went out with a good poetical big bang...
* the meaning of life: when you've spent plenty of time meandering the cliff edge .. metaphorical and real.... " as long as..... it's temptin'.... but never Let It Be... your oldgit themesong.... ever ... even if you know it is..." and then, for some impossible to understand alchemic not-on-the-mindfulness-menu.. weird turn of non events.... it isn't.
most of Pastyshire will be off to see their most unentertaining other half of this la la land duet the worst songwriters in history just copy cats of a slightly better foursome, once...
Sat next to an actual wordsmith, it puts it all in perspective... the utter artlessness...
Only surprise he doesn't have his stuck on cool 'shaders'....
Irrelevant, other than all in this humourless Flatland... is only ever entertainment.
And if you can't beat 'em join em'
As lpong as you can still do...that*...
* all nations - only ever a cultural construct despite the drivel if i hear one more time " us ..Pasties Welsh Scots and Manx are different...celts don't you know... well I've lived on the Isle of Man... basically think a s fetid polyester trainer clad old sock...in a Midlands Borstal....
all civilsed cultures have a jolly good siesta ... and two glorious new day's in one...
I realised years ago - in fact about 13, that all this 'title' business, of 'post' or essay or waffle or whatever next, was always the really rather pathetic small stage, for a so conformist 'dance' or confined 'performance' and being confined, limited, the performer thinks the title is critical.
The en...titled...
I know what a REAL dance is - a free, truly let-go dance... all the way.
In fact REAL dance,. really... is the opposite of free-movement - wild expression ...it is defined by the necessity to conserve 'energy'...
'Dance'
dance..is really just something of townies confined in towns. or cities..
Or wild tribes on ye olden days in an entirely different paradigm.
All the so called 'indigenous' publicisers - fakes one and all, i bet they wont turn down a bush pilot lift to some tribe who mainly would bbq him for his return ticket if they knew about all the 'goodies' in the great outdoors, indoors..
But they don't tell you it is a DANCE... so many levers and switches to fidd;le with to get it all exactly... exactly! right.... or you die...every smallest movement, especially if alone in the middle of the night and only coffee and rollies to keep you alive... so that requires even more of a balancin' act drink/smoke/fly... listen [for the sound of fuel running low]... smell..[ for the smell of some bearing goin' wonky... ]
All senses all and every ,moment of ones movements thought through split second for maximum conservation of'''energy' and also double-pondered if one may hurt oneself..
that coffee spilled on the lap.. no time to flush it with cold water and dull the pain..
now.. that is one dance...(saint Exuperry failed to bring you)
But an even more poetically necessary and cliff edge dance is...well these are connected:
Firstly when there is so little real help available working in rural lands (see my real story maybe a week ago - they all just run off to do IT for 'show') .. just to get the trees cleared and 'processed' (all the towny girls obsessed with processing their sick minds.. even the rural lasses caught that illness too)
well, over time one develops an even more enjoyable dance... sawing chopping moving... rebuilding... covering damp wood with panes of reclaimed glass....
day after day week after week...
the only way you get through is speeding up the whole operation.... by lightweight footwear and dance workstation to next station..
fast
'flow'....
Not some dilettante hobby... some actual real life, to prologue ones real grown up life...
But then there is the even more grown up dance, to the death...
( a slow one).
To actually achieve any 'justice' or 'cause' - the best ones being a little for oneself and a little for the 'common good...'
Then the 'dance' becomes a whole chorus line where every tippy toe step has to be choreographed sometimes days ahead ..
to squeeze or even kick every last joule..or micro-joule if they exist... never mind every half a penny... out of every day, just to keep... on track
ten pence in the pocket only as so many times before but i don't mind saving 3 million quids worth of fat Tory ...development that would have frightened the " birds" of titley Pool...
(every single word here since christmas actually since before...first draft scrappy mess ...powered by ...xxx
why did she say " hate.".? "there is so much hate in Gweek.." i almost sniggered at the rather vain silly wordification....
not me i wouldnt have said that...as i only have actual pity... empathy....
(never mind i have never encountered hate in my life and i have bushpiloted around warzones.... a bit... on the side of the angels... well thats what they TOLD me goin' to Yugoslavia first time.. tellin' them i am only ever pacifist and right and wrong is usually fairly clear once you learn what love for childrfen is even someone elses....
.... i have only encountered confusion remiss parenting .. ignorance thinking Pretty Woman is a documentary... [ the finest Pole ever 2 years ago - a true philosopher only age 30.. city London banker's legal slave...she laughed and said bang on Mister..]. and bein' too stupid to see beyond the avarice of television ..EVERYWHERE even in 'indigenous; places...fourty years ago in fact 45....)
its not hate its just boredom as they don't know what living or being alive means...
especially in the Gweeks Hays and all the so many wannabe's...
and they're too busy performing being alive... performing only for show
and it - living....certainly is the exact opposite of dilettante
anyway i know what 'free' means and ive never been anything like as free - ALL 'duties' done.... as the truth is one ...silly 30-years-behind us former sovs I am not quite sure understand.... secrets.. onion layers....just use energy which can otherwise be used to....dance....proper.. the real one, only adults can do...always... once they understand ACTUAL philosophy.
PS .. i hate hate hate too short, even if wonderful talks.
everyone always in a hurry...
( neruda said " a conversation does not begin until we have been speaking for an hour")
My own 'art' really became artful or poetical use of words ( saudade a portuguese word is my favourite.. the online definitions are incorrect) i care about them
B genius ONLY of words, also
anyway i was thinking of our talking and i said
" the [local] art is... decadent"
but i was thinking later that was the wrong word.
'decadent' would in fact be in a way interesting....
something worse 🤣... than 'decadent' is: flat...one dimensional...
i think thats what happened, its all become so ...flat
i want to find ways myself to somehow bring more dimensions back to the stuff...
hard, but worth the effort
( we need a 'collective' )
the most beautiful face i have ever seen... 2017... i wept at the utter perfection
At last....a rainy afternoon - long planning to catch up - i tried to stay 'awake'
Now, what is the 'problem'? apart from the fact they even said "Soma" / Huxley.... eyes bright and as if it's a good thing!
God almighty that was a parable - warning.... munch it and your get eaten !! or even worse....
Can't THINK for yourself
Indeed a perfect example of words have two meanings, all fairly OBVIOUSLY allegory for not very nice people with malign intent come along and figure new ways to try and enslave...
But here is the real problem: I have read and then listened to these 'development's over 53 years...I can follow almost every word. Even if all that really ever happens is now men on the scene trying to rapidly out man the last ones even faster (physics at least it is accepted, "stuck for 40 years"...wonderful, who needs physics when life is so curiously energised - especially when one cannot fathom why one is blocked...
It gives me a weird little kind of extra 'creative' kick... and i am not a masochist and know that rule 1 is dont waste anyone's time especially my own. and gave up 'substances' 35 years ago when you grow up...about 25...
But what's the 'problem' ? .... Even the awful onne drip of dimensional Wendel Berry got to a 'truth' of "what the poet needs is for the worst thing in the world to happen,. and survive it.."
We don't even vaguely understand the clear minded mind...
And they almost make it compulsory to sup the psychoactive alkaloids, including DMT
In fact we have a new word the Psychomads or something i forget ...oh yes psychonauts
Thing is.... I just know the greatest ever head trip of all is with a clear head, enduring hell... it makes one so curiously 'mediative' in a good way eventually... you do kindof 'see' everything though second sight doesn't exist as there's no predicting anyone in this land ever again...
I must further 'critique' the above...
BUt when you have ultra great zen you always wake up with the first light and get a mindful of it and it sure washes away the sad mad nonsense i do believe everyone is stuck in like swampmud... and 'energy' crystal clear as every day is a new day
Well... dialing up laughing boys above ... with their psychoactive alkaloids, including DMT
P.A.I.D for, high... or rather low down for many hours bent over the bog...i know cannot beat anything ever as add on to that natural way of knowing full well this has only ever been a mad fringe hobby ..i mean i bet there were'nt many Yahoo plants in the Arctic or Tundra or even Scotland... they had great minds too...
In fact began The Enlightenment by...hard long work, fighting the rote... unthinking
(NBETTER CRITIQUE TO COME MY BRAIN NEVER WORKS AT NIGHT ..as i use it to know better worlds during the day...
these cowboys - i am quite sure mainly childless, don't know what 'enlightened' means never mind aware: rule 2 reading others private correspondence or phone messages NEVER EVER ends well... as one silly pretend woman i used to know of course didnt as all she can do is bullshit... found to her cost, and will pay the price all her life, of breeding with a child-man...
rule 3 never cover up an artisans advert especially if in the place where they boast most of all of "community"
rule 4 the science says .. yes in all this and DOnald Hoffman simulation conscious agent theorey - i like too, we are able to do repeatable real science here in this unhologram....that whoremoans all that gooey stuff inc adrenalin cortisol are far healthier - the alchemic mix is measurably less damaging to the standard body .. most are .... if you snuggle up next to another human most nights
thats what 'NATURE' evolved us to be.. indeed argualbly it is not 'a' "human" - twatomised or otherwise, but several at once - indivisible....as that is the 'natural' state, the science says.. (but theres no medicine money in THAT is there)
That...just understanding some basic rules .. called 'morality' in the oldschool days... does make you 'happy.... why no one is any more and they need mind altering universe-next-door escapism strategies..
Never mind those rules and a few others have served well for centuries...indeed likely since the beginning of civilisation...
this one - their escapism... endlessly fascinates me ... and i know string theory too..is likely nonsense as it's inventor said so in the glorious year of nothing-changed except silly men invented more really quite dubious reasoning on computers,,,
(hint, may this be how they think they will bag the girls? seems a bit suspicious to me.... poor them - the men that is... i never met a vudu babe that isn't still only a child inside...)
sending a life grappling with and imagining with a clear head ones own best version of oneself and values.... and how to use them for good with AN Other is the hardest metaphysical thing there is....why it is REAL "human" and not fairy tales on drugs.. it creates real esteem..if you can. Not maybe universes or realities...
But i care i need to improve edit and somehow get these into something real...
I care people waste their time on this ever more smart Alec word-salad..i can plot the growing of every slug munched leaf... and i know what actual 'philosophy' means..i did some audios on it yesteraft too...
But bugger me they're all certainly going to be even more sleepless
in the battle
to ..?
Fakebook even actually eating messages you (about three times a year only ever its so toxic viperous snakey fakery land)
spend your two hour allocation of morning battery on...
Not surprising that...
to be cont
But even her.... chief baby newshaman...
lasteraft
(cos she realised Buddhism was a con too....and she is rich and visciously lethally mother hen control freak... what happens when you dont have any: kids)
I dont hold her hocus pocus against her and eulogised for at least ten minutes upon the only HOPE
" i was a little bored and lonely three years ago Aberdovey.... a sort of pilgrimage never been back since... last time i was there with thirteen years prior.. ....someone else... ... anyway lonely.. in a charity shop absolutely nothing as it is a Welsh one except Jilly Cooper or Mills and Boone.... so i grabbed this
ripped the cover off as soon as i got it out on the beach - im a snob and dont want to be thought horrorfilm watching underclass as i never have watched one - i had a brain...
....and about ten minutes in...Im pissin in my trunks she is so genius funny and attacks.... [you!! and your silliest ever monetised hocus pocus!!]....
... all ... especially the Primrose Hill lot who ...well bless em theyve got to go on holiday somewhere...."
Funny thing is i know she WILL laugh out loud too... I don't get her
Is she like me uncdercover?
Not for anything merely as there's nothing else to do....no one ever takes any REAL step forward.... has any ACTUAL 'art' to their daily dance..
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