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ok fair dinkum sometimes she has the correct nuance: you fuckwit humans really are not the Bees knees ( ai would have NO idea what nuance and compliment is within that cheeky instaquip....and rather than moan about it, their new hobby, DO something ... like write a thousand words a day so so fucking with its so so American flatlander one dimensional unsardonic bleak " learnings" via all the crap they put on their ' line' for decades whilst preparing to go and Columbine, or far more important to humans, come over here and be radio 4 philosophy of children paid commentator.... [ link yestermorn or yet another Yanky morn]... when 20% back home are on head meds... ergo bot exactly doing well back ' home' and one thing i know in my wise longish life Is Yanks can't change and don't know the wonders of German philosophy ..why their national debt is rather temple on the rather big mount, anti-god theirs being their wonky Ayn no matter what they muter i know America...and would never even kiss one if the last woman on earth... Unless she was the only one who meant her 'have a nice day' and married the fellow campaigner, in gaol and made his day for real..... ohh and Babs who seeing she was derided for her legal case suing for her view ...someone had published...said "fuck you i have better happier pics to than your sneaky secret ones of my view so have them all...all and i dhall publish them instead of miserable sneaky you ... ok also i was ...wrong to try and hide..and a bit hippotoo ... my whole cannon about goodness." ... Hesse would have smiled... )
oops i put the wrong video up....some are to be held back for...
what exactly i know not - that is real curiosity... they all brag of.
But i shall last until the tenth anniversary and Homer at least had a bit of something in his life is an Odyssey so make it groovy and keep good diaries...
which is the ONLY 'therapy' and 'religion' i know that does in fact work as a mental picture of what is good for you...
now-soon.... it is time to go to the real fuller Source..
Feeling this consistently chirpy, thats the other 'choice' - they never work, so be in the opposite of where you chose to be and it works....
i never before - anywhere ever, felt like somewhere was 'home'... one i wished to stay in.. one that magyacally just works
untilnow
(and they dont really notice you bein all stealthy parked intown by warmth inabit, as EVERYone here is only ever fixated on their silly screen afront even walking on perfect sunny days as now)
The river polluter - i know as as neighbour i was coerced into applying poison outside promulgated times...according to HIS label... " this topic is closured! i want MY bracken killed... now.... and if you don't use the poison alongside the tributary of The Wye, now.... you can go and speak to my little hotpanted be-mused woman indoors about your future employment here..[ i chucked away his ILLEGAL poison chemical and used water instead.. then did it the old fashioned correct way, wuth a scythe when t5he chemical 'mysteriously' didnt work..] "
He couldn't sue as THE batocide i can get corroboration...
And furthermore pisqueaks are so uninteresting
But fairly dinkum even if he only gives us a snippet - only VERY VERY few do that:"..tease! "
(just like The UltraChret herr lesser sin, as blueticking sosoon a seditious stream as she full well knows t'will be is far more sinful... at least she laughs when j'accuse. " tell your boys maybe it's to be avoided the teaser... as methinks the 'endtimes' wont come sadly for many a decade or century... and when they meet such an ultratease as you...my my they will need to be equipped - as to how to worship you, despite.."...)
Anyway anyone who read real books and not poor Hilary's fayre - what did he tell me i have a pretty genius memory but stupid old English fatheads like that one ... ohh i forget him ... the forefather of Scruton...when them Grens had real DADS who didn't chuck em out to boardin' school age 3...Voltaire... theres a real newthinker...
If one hd trudged through Dawkins ..then the far less flash Gould Lewontin Rose Kamin... all rather peep-'o-the-book names too..i bet they made sure their books were as low price as possible...
real people... knew that Da2w3kins was so so Maggie That1ch and off or on...
when the other lot writing more or less same epoch were far more fluffy "it may be this may be that" which is what PROPPER scientists use as their language of the actual genetic determination of some bits, and other bits are other fings.. some we may NEVER understand..
Anyway ok fair dinkum i can Socratically dialog (not that there's any point hearing that truly sad 'good ole boy' a few years ago tell the daughter my adored little diy helperbabe.. the only one ever for 15 years, . how her mothers 'serious 'mental illness' is all hereditary... and he is the really popular authoritative single dad good egg of the dump little town i would have died of cold broken down nearby had i not a reason to emigrate..
(even if a true man of the 'people' knows when the authority of some English dump even if in Wales where they're still teachin the bible as true ... telling his daughter that leads of course to said superbly cheeky reddish blond thinking... " fuck thast means i may catch my mothers violent lunacy.." which is one form of parental alienation with a smug grin over a beer loudly in his local... and child abuse being they still believe in Dawkins..)
ohh yes why do my little quips never get thumbed up? i dont understand they are so rare
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Don't knock Hillary blessim' ! ...THE world class original thought leader on thinking! "if i put half a talk on Youtube for free and the other half behind a paywall, the people will flock to me OPEN walleted ... "
we then saw SamHarris Daum and just a few others follow this rather closed- minded behaviour ...
Anyway of no interest Dawkins was really wrong about one thing - showing his absurd English Public School Boy lack of mummy-love ('molested by a teacher' so says his wikki) and my VERY wide experience of this world from young - and underprivileged lead me to know immediately that all boys (and girls) sent off to [private school if sired in some 'colony' especially to a dad working for the colonists were doubly helixed up the arse when it comes to brains, the nuanced subtle 'maybe' kind which is TRUE intellectuality, and humanity... sad but true - his far better contemporary Gould sTEPHEN j WOULD MUMBLE AND RATHER SWEETLY AND BEARDEDLY MAYBE ALL OVER THE PLACE...AND WAS THUS right
OOPS ACC CAP
you'll have to guess which word was intentionally capped.
you have to work to read me (from the beginning too)
But Dawkins even if he popularised rightly the rather good word 'meme' was especially wrong to say one thing: " all 'believers' are off with the fairies... "
He should have said MAYBE... or tried a bit harder to say it intelligently and appropriate to cultural construct, reality...
eg there may well be 'something' other than scientific materialism but the current range of faery tales, be they Christian deathcultism, never mind trendy shamania... just as indigenous 'faiths' like chopping living children to bits atop Andean high peaks to feed to the buzzards whilst theyre still wiggling their toe...
well maybe we were never meant to have a functional schema so shut up and DO something on this planet now... you never know what MAYbe instore...and modern Christianity even the bishops now say is FAR too much about narcissistic selfsoulsaving rather than as the Cof E DID have 20 years ago providing ACLU type services to peeps on this planet NOW...
and NEVER EVER believe anyone who says what 'it' - the inscrutable ..is..especially if they make money from it, or the modern day equivalent, get Fakebook friends, from their useless interpretation of ... what may or may not BE
But outright: "you are wrong" is insulting when in fact its far far more human loving to have a great big joke book ... inspired by them, lovingly...it is also anti-scientific being anyone who like me follows really advanced - more advanced than poor Hillary blessim.. latest thought, knows that nobody knows OWT..
(Smolin so geniusly in 2020 hinted may be so..)
BUT I DO KNOW ONE THING ONLY:
Whilst for nearly 16 years you are freed up to be SO SO 'in tune' with ones mind body and
(DAMN missed a perfect shot of a Sourcine at her business: very shiny four ring (audi of course) ... very very expensive leather flyer jacket... very expensive highlights...atop it - prominently on the roof, perched her wicker basket as if to say: i didnt really sell mummy's L'Oreal Belsensoapwashin' shares to buy this ... i borrowed it from some nice actually CARING friend..."
but i didnt have camera-phone in its usual place for quick action...)
Anyway mind body as one yea yea the nanaboatain' think they can come here runnin' from their little local Slobo prob, and tell me what for 50 years is obvious..
Now when forced to actually be still much of the time.. first few years from malnutrition and the shits-'o-grief...
then gradually one walks ones way to even better physical health than ever before and then bounces...and then (censored) one really is VERY 'aware' of the endless incrutables of ones own body... and accepts all and never goes to their doctor nor bothers witha 'supplement' - even the dodgy Jen-pal, Beeb did a quite good sliced bread one on that sixish months ago... and said theyre all a con! all... not most, all....
(writing at the Temple of the expensive supplement factors)
Anyway a few years ago - well ten, for a year or so... then once again three ago... I knew for 100% certain no question knowing more about genes than dodgy Dawk and 'reality' than poor manchild Hil...
"100% certain thats it getting a bit older now the body is never again going to feel at peek bounce...no way ever.... "
and then at The Source or i should say to be fair there are a whole ecosystem of them, and my my the one 15km away dont like the higher one... frig they really do pick on em....
Anyway in the meanest most self obsessed region of all there being two genetically unproigrammed variants: the southern region of London menchilds who bought Hatesville some decades ago, on the cheap, as they knew the local councillors could be bribed to give plannin' on anythin' with just a pint of London Pride... then there is the Upper region where they pretend that a very ordinary hill is 'magical' for money... (even if i know its magyyiiic already) but it aint pretty - proper hills like Herrock are real healin' and weird magic ones...
Anyway to the point, there was no way ever in all of her End Times put together into one rapturous new beginnin'
in the back 'o my cold tincan
I could feel even younger and healthier and energise, consistently week on week especially with no 'hope' ever of meeting a real human...
None...
But there is pretending to be wrong for ... yes its time
For maybe the greatest ever...
But she didn't STOP and ... even know how unAmerican she was and speak true wordplay poetical justice..
they all butterfly off to find some new so called religion...or way of being 'new age' for their fakebook profiles with them 30 year older age pics..
( got a major retrospective soon)
But she then, summed up, here now..
And silly him...and his 'now'
to get here back here now required such perfect timing looking forward to the next time ... bit by second and hour every moment planned...
to the place of fabricated redemptive boasts....
(hahh hahh i should have left it at the fist godgiven typo version just for her:.. fabricated redemptive 'boats' sums up the whole vile peninsula of ex colonists on their silly billy bits of plastic bobbin around to look good)
and ok its sexist a bit that an actually GREAT wordsmith wasn't quite so pushed to the fore...
But CERTAINLY not as much as The Observer picking on poor mentally BPD retarded Mrs Winn.. when she slept in the same tent as Mister for many years and i am quite sure sought his approval for her lies and false victimhood deceit...
Just as false historically .. as Woman's Hour and all their moaning fopr some years (even the Mormons English wife said she couldnt listen any more almost a decade back) when lovely sexy so so 'on point' new woman Asma
Fuck Estelle how dare you judge me my life you know nothing of.... when it was only ever to get you away from the sort who would have lovely Asma to tea, for cash... and i didnt go to the same university as the pretty English wifey of the man - son of one of the world's worst ever butchers - as everyone knew...
it aint myth that his daddy lined up several hundred enemies and made them put their hands up against a wall and he had someone delightfully walk the walk with their scimitar unsheathed as even useless Kings College history dept would have had some factoids about...
(we shall come back to Scimitars later..)
or if it was true true real love theres always a deal to make: " ehhh yea ok Bashy.... love is thicker than water.. or is it blood? my education wasnt very good at Kings College London .... but the deal is we do not live, never mind own for 24 years, daddy's homeland.... and if by some weird miracle we had to, well we don't make his same genocidal errors murdering several hundred thousand sweet Bashy "
i mean its as if white western educated women get taken to Syria and then must auto-adopt the one man= 2 women undergraduate thing of a dinosaur culture, having nothing to say in bed ...
never mind taking any 'blame'...
your endless Woman's Hour after hour as only victim when Mr and Mrs Syria really was about the worst of them all, numbers never to be known except Congo ten times more but one dead whitey still equals about 10 darkies...
And i am quite sure she could have afforded the best divorce lawyer in London had she actually cared what the whole world knew hubby (and some mad uncles too no doubt) was up to...
As said to the ultraChret yesteraft " i woz on preachin duty for your brand i dont break that one, on porky pies..."
All this radio 4 babe moaning ( oopps it may not be fully here ....my full pack of substackery waffle on their self pityin' endless " in these terrible times"
south america
( this bit certainly aint)
Maggies mate Pinochet.... doin an Asma behind the backs of many a thousand, womantoo ... tied up with telephone wire before gettin their knickers in a twist
yankin them down one last time...
and then nothing more to say ever again, as it was just as effective a final solution as their latterday bimbophones became to any sanity integrity solidarity ...
when the actual real women of Bolivia saved Bolivia many paying that final big price ...
and rightly venerated fully equally even if the internet has rewritten that bit of history .... making it rather a hymn to him..
( more inabit the scholarly version when i can get to a bleeping place)
" not only did south America largely throw off your vile UK sponsored Pinochets... your even viler Yankee century of yankee thievery [ the only reason they could afford to ' win' ww2.. 100 years of shopliftin S Am gold 'n sulver ... your absurd mental pipsqueeks Nail Fergie nor Dave Starker wont tell u ].... ... but from the late 70s bit by bit they fought off the religious crap ... hand in glove with actual crusadin for winnin back real community ..no voodoo or mindfulness involved . ...
.... and found a far nore real communal religion... celebratin' their earned democracy free from all voodoo spirituality ... voodoo voodoo. ...
other than conning Gweek to mainline their way over and mainline the sickness ' plant' " medicine" .... and be all" ceremonial"
when the real South American warriors were at the largest ever ceremonies ever extant . ...
and gavin' propper insight...
into what ' elder' old farts can still do like no other ....
Even if Vegemite infected ..
( at least the Supreme Court yestermorn has put a stop to one infection at long last ... but they need to get onto the public money funded boys in dresses Gweek material next ... i couldnt give a damn about but its the way they will deny they are public money funded ... to be cont)
theres con-text ... meaning even her radiant hipswayin' promise on her bible to meet mine number one disciple..or really that should be disciplineate
and fail in the " let your yae be yeay stakes..."
well i told err she'll burn
atit with her porkie pies
and i shall be there lapping up the gravy too...
and the real context which is you have to go three years back and many a time the browser that ' bimbo' is bon chauvo-sexist term as teas originally termed for nancy boys like them:
and as i attacked viciously the poor ukrainian yesterlunchtime who made the mistake of parasitising the people with their " woe is us ... the end is nigh on their VERY expensively made preachoboreds.... "
" luv.... you are wrong.... ..i mean blesserrrr even the Serb has been conned by all this ' in times like these...only ian mcgillchrist gas the answer crap' theres roughly same amount of war... death by torture by mrs English Assad's darling hubby husband while dhe employs london based PR companies to pretend they want their fingernails upgraded and ... i mean look at a pic of Asma al Asad .. what a corker.... did she have that same smile one must ask as her darling hubby got his dick out and told her to suck on it for the 24 years he was in charge .... of anally raping many poor young Syrian men and quite a few babes too
or else Asma...
.... nope ...now i was right, proven tomorrow i can see the future Jesusshaman not jobbery aside..
day 2 of your racist pig little cuntry( read Borderlands by a woman, luv..the bible on Yoocrane ) being invaded
a nasty vicious pro former sov bloke a neighbour mine agreed... between munchin steroids and up al night rescuing ukraineans by his skype a REALLY mad nasty man his answer to everything " let me get my latvian slaves to help me beat him up [ the delights if real hotorfordshire]"
'they should run away they lost already and one more pogun firing will just make more dead Yoocranians even deader ... they lost on day one no hope ... '
and guess what ( even if this is now and that was nearly yesterday... perraps time dont exist as us latterday trendy to say,)..
tomorrow Don n Vlad with Boris doubtless still at it somewhere...yes HE alone in month 2 whwen all were ready ro go home.... he alone blocked a peace treaty then . you came to the rong country luv for all your compulsory pretty little central european false nails and bimbo smile .....
will actually sell half the as yet unconquored Donbass ok for a rental fee .... and the Youtube comedian despite his Glastonbury appearance via Skype...will be consigned to
never having existed ...
like the several million who dont due your silly childlike bloodlust . .. and PR ...
anyway of no interest... a worthy cuntryone worthy of our tears as they werent racists killed all the brown peeps over a century all 40% so says Anna Reid in her superb 1997 ... go back to fuckin primary school and learn your real history
..so yes a worthy cubtry.. was once a bloodbath due Croats starting the nasties on Serbia who got nastier back... but they were just next in the queue .. vietnam laos Bozzies ... rwanda syria mrs Englidh Asad his helpmeet in crime maybe 300k dead by fingernail extension .. as starters .. georgia et cet erra . no taint the end times just the same ole ....
nuthin changed in fact the original bimbos developed and bred via the very very child hating Queen Victoria .....
and today i know the source....
or in fact various .. as there are officially at least four source viewing hides.
but the best, i shall never walk past the kiosk again and not smile....
there being no difference between delightful Asma...
and that one first one joshed with....
conned even her own buddy... shes younger than the mutton times ..
....and as i wandered by few weeks ago ... seein her mane i thought ...
... well at least the above Mister Lee earned his right to look like an Elizabethan bimboman...( official term)
none of the "Tuber" #vantwats will tell tou what armpits are for....
Studying the true bimbofication of the land with a nonbimbo for nonbimbo school thistersumner my my she lamented at her so called sex gadding about Europe showing off on your buymeacoffee cash and saying NOTHING but ohh por me i havent washed my hair today....( whilst plotting her next ripoff icebath workshop in Devon with gobmic and fancy costume .. making her look like a superpower...)
now we have the sexy yank one ..( links soon) who makes it all about " i am going to die as i havent had my daily shower.." i do not do hyperbole
.... not one especially the very worst offender him would even know what a cold night is for...
in a no fm radio and no signal atch:
earlier than ever shuteye and nine hours...
of glorious cosy no diesel heater sleep...
just processing... her in all her sinning glory
righty ho ...now as i said to the humble scuffed cheap oldschool walking boots
( "look at these very expensive new pumps ... in laster region it was modest midrange gloves... here its very expensive barbour bobhats.... very swish new bags ...and these were actually left at toppest car park ... wow they are new unused and top quality .." )
" dont bother being a carer teacher or whatever the lanyards as a unique plastic species in and of their own plastic personhood have parasitised
to get themselves taking over the world ...
the parents went so ranty nutjob theres no hope...i know i dedicated 15 years to it all but forget it . ..."
which is actually true just incase anyone thinks that I listen to raucous music more than ten percent of the time...
Even if Joanie is the only one I remember...
what a TERRIBLE 'thumbnail' for four minutes of Joanie and her actual babe... supping at her beer the only good video on the whole of Youtube
In the days before the bimbos made 'wetwipes' compulsory..(ohh THE disdain if you didn't have a pack onboard, babe... )
Never mind at 22 minutes in...
THE only way there everwas before all their lawfare....
made up alligators nippin at anythin' below the knee....to lazy to ever bother goin' for the jugular
" ohh lass if you are ever ... [ insert about 100 different charges these days] ... take heed there was a queen once, whom offensively hatecrimed and generally HArry-assed err once luv.... with total genius and look at the way the pipen beardy squirms..
at 23 minutes in the only great shot in all of assassinatory seditious godly filmin'
its as if he IS on Hatesville so called community green
and caught with his knickers down and pissing his prozac and skunk riddled pee
behind the tree
next to where the children play
ONLY a true artist never mind goddess of nuance and revenge!!!
the right way
can do that
Anyway yes back to the other one i always forget to mention a sexist chauvite and generally hater of whitey wimmin in flowery skirts..
well, only if....
If only she had skipped forward through all the ACT
even if t'was superior ...
most of my earlier JOBS ..outdoors rarely a helper in sight as they run away..would be with her Blue on the walkerman
Carrie and his cane...
But only as an old bag, at last was she honest...(unlike Empress Joan always...only ever constant..)
Indeed 'both sides' and clouds is all being polite and dishonestly lyrickin whats in err 'ead: or as she said in a lifechanging interview around the same time, vewry hoarse and VERY unJoni..i mean the sourness and vapid vitriol she spat ..... not a happy woman.... those new age bitches, go around humming Joni all day to look good and not what they are....well it didn't actually work on Joni...either.." (or in a just world those would have been her actual words, the ones used less articulate as Joni had lost Joni...or any JOY...)
But then now i found The Source...of false filmclips (even though ALL foreign born are exempt from all judgieness it took me fourty years to even begin to understand this worse-than-America [includin' Columbine] society..
so how do you expect any nanaboatee to know owt....
and the voice of experience that nanas are much nicer a tad browning, too....
oops she...Claudia's 'gift' wont shut up and get itself off my desktop...where it's VERY carefully giftwrapped and unused as i ONLY do it FROM the nag's mouth...
As errs is the most beautiful there ever is... (not former sov)
ohh yes hersoon....
i resent EVERY £2.50 wasted....
yes..nanas and these are merely my quickfind recents many more...oneday soon
and, twould be a rare bird who agreed with anything rather than merely squawk to hear the sound of their own
even if thistermorn i was told my 'soulmate' was ten minutes in front of me
" ahh that Bachian word.... wrong one luv, when one of them sticks a whole banana boat of them up yer ass in revenge for god knows what as the judges didnt either.... it really hurts...safer to stick with fine ye olde word, helpmeet..[ all blogwords being merely practice for charmin' and cahatin' up any woman from all stations and denominations met for a decade, soon...in other words all is real-life too, even if a dream - one of Machiavelli's rather wetter ones ] .."
back top the VERY serious matter in hand...
The Source...
Who totally polluted the once just-about-ok- environmental movement - all 3 of us... mid 00s Wye Valley and surroundin' environs - i only ever think in 50km Corc regions... being i was sane age 27 and reading Pilger vols 4-6 knew even then what Peter too polite to really say...
Due their "what ..no hhhhhhhh...not us we are the home of democracy, Virginia Wolfe and Eastenders on TV...[ the midriffer being a posh version only of the latter ..unlike Edith Wharton or far more important COLETTE how CAN i forget her name or her place, in it all, in the endless oracy (Socratic street-corner or in Lidl aisles if i must though clearly she was fake too) ... top throne.
But i am loyal to my elders and teachers, or was until i saw the Joni interview my my what a very angsty old thing...
But one can't tell much from one moment but quite by chance ...
I can now define 'Doomscrolling' the day a fake (as a rather good documentary about her last year or earlier this was making it quite clear she was as sharp elbowed as any incommer to Hay-on-Wye Clun or HAtesville makin' out theyre flower children when in fact mummy STOLE the L'Oreal shares from poor Eva in the bunker.... her at her final bunkup
which a "traumatic intergenrational" generation later or so
trotted off to the Post Office to cash em in so they could afford their bougie pad in..
them aforementioned places
But i didn't know that they just copied her their fake goddess...
Half a million peeps flock in to listen to her
and a few others...
ok at £3 A DAY...
even if half of em far more sense...
as listening to her MOANING at them with such well acted angsty tears and justification
I would have sued her for my money back
on every one of the every Joni album extant i was tricked into payin' my hard eared cash
emotionally manipulated... used, groomed... as is quite evident when at the end having got her hissy-fitty way... the pure act (beating Oracle Girl hands down of course that one 'from the future' is merely past it... and wants to be the new, old, Joni..prior to REAL Joni discovering nobody wants to buy the act any more...
and old hag Joni is (factored maybe for 20ish years) ten times more really fuckable than the plastic barbie version ever was...
as she became..
real..and didnt cry any more as that gets you nowhere...
unlike the
The unreal one
meanwhile note to self... by pure accident
I have stumbled across a long one... about the only one ever that could drown out the alligator tears... health issues general mad NPD
of everyone whom uses the libraries and other public spaces....
And fair dinkum the kiddyporn addict..
kind of fessed up when pants caught down around his ankles....
well..."research" really...
(my excuse today for REQUIRING one last look... face to face)
actually drowns them out.... even the REALLY lardarse loudies...who usually are the actual librarians....
(needs ORIGINAL first generation boostaroo or nowt like loud nuff...)
(i would even go to her 'Temple' as long as she paid my mileage.... after all she does know im the ONLY one she has ever met with anything interesting to say...or who means his com-pliments... why of course she thanked me for the books left at her so called front door..in front of her load of cockteased fanbase...and demanded my phone number OUT LOUD...she started it...but why? why...? i need to know.. just as she's the only one who actually MAKES me laugh... both at and with her)
In a land where half the chix are benefit cheats (well of that particular 'vulnerable' self-labelled 'upper' 'class' and i would be 'with' them' if they knew why... one indeed should but i never would dream of it)
Your health 'professionals' even pinch their lunch.. (at least she did know why, even if couldnt articulate...yet)
Now back to the point, theme.. so so dull 20 years...
(i bet she has his coffee table books on her kitchen tables of her decanted pee)
SO the thing is with ALL this metaphysics and self congratulatory new age of new words for babies who can't accept their age..Now...
Or enjoy it..
is there is only one word, whether saving and even improving habitat..
which is the job. Not Job their made up icon of self harm, they're self-harmingly obsessed with... not some other faeries..
Even if the last laugh is on me three years ago i saw a faerey at her one of these, self videod no friends to catch her despite 3000 pretend ones online...
A superb little film.
Captured me as actually interesting....
But the thing is they so so so perform and all those so many 'friends;' to thrill and please they end up pleasing nobody ...and cant remember anything real about any one 'friend' (long ago knew as issue).
But all of this faith/ belief in something just to show off to 'friends' who could never be as only blood really bonds peeps..
permanently
Merely means the JOB so rarely gets done..
The job, there is only the job...
And the job that makes me only ever happy is once a decade perraps.. using a cross for what it should have been used for in the first place
sawing up the dead wood into small useful pieces...to keep peeps actually warm...
And the best bit of all is a job, not quite finished to perfection yet which gives reason to live on...
(the old folks of the old folks home if they can think so malnourished will tell...prey tell...)
perfect timing:
repark by 0930 (space just come up)
freefood 0945
back to the hills - the OTHER side..later when the sun comes out
I now have a superb perfect large enough territory - 50km circ... nowhere long enough to be assumed anything of
or even really noticed.
And quite astoundingly a whole bagful of splendid atches to hide away in...all winter...
And only some mini miracle - no Sourceress ever meaning she said....means i have to attend to the real job i need to complete, this as winter batteries last so shorter a time...
Patinated princesses who can never get the remedy they need: to themselves,
Gosh TWENTY year'nago... well nexter sept
poor Hannah... probably doesn't even remember the true performance art my old campervan windows steamed up for three hours parked actually afront Marlybonery very--busy copshop..
So so busy in her butterfly one with all the i-drink-my-own-piss cures ... doled out at the Patrick Holford Institute of optimum Nutrition [sic] to the rich babes of Shepherds Bush ...a a price.
Theirs... cures mustn't be cheap.
If only she could see me now.....poor Wutherin' Heights addicted melodrame...
sounds like macrame... something for rich...oops that 'class' just aside middle, unlawfully taking state benedefits when on bigjobs three hundred quid a day to feed the fat rich.. they deride how dare they
Anyway their stories soon
Georgie Porgie, them both
Mary Ann
and Mister not very Orwellian... except about his own personal life, which is always far more interesting than pigswill
Wouldn't dare.
Even if none are worth identifying in any way, as even identifyin' the curly back-to-black hair of the dullest English public school babes in history, on the fiddle..is not worth a second of my very very fullsome time..as they're only shabby. Girltalk...
He, however started a REAlman fight.... until i discovered well hetoo....
why
But the likes of him, despite every other word about brexit and The Clash.. would of course trend towards the Manchester version...oopserrata Rainbow...
Whereas an actual true Renaissance man, would know that Eindhoven, with Anique there sat stage front lapping up every bead of his chipfat flavoured parfum armpit odeur (god i got the right spelling i can rembember my Gren... why French women?, soon)
I mean there was Siskind with his rather dubious one ..
In that all olfactory obsession must only end in one place
(i ain't finished yet with her,.. whom will pay for her bity 'o cheeky gib....and when she has the ONLY gift that nature actually provisioned ... never mind i still need that question answered - THE only real question I have asked anyone )
Now the true total zen of do not move a muscle or even sneeze come winter operations requires one to be actually "centred" as in sat in the centre of wonky inverter at one foot - but do not move a muscle, or even twitch in delight thinking of the plot to recruit her...
of the (i realised two more sins need adding to her list of ten - both she guilty of..) cheeky "you are funny" sin of adultery by default!..
Yea that's a point, they stole Virginnie... the only woman who's phone number i still remember from 35 years ago! 32 67 18 31.. thats a French code... her with her "let me look at meyehhh ..Arraps....Seemon...we must find the exact meaning.. and then we are one mind..."
which 15 years ago i transmogrified in an earlier 3 million words stream of word playfulisation into "perraps.."
So yes they stole her! ... when i got the internet fully only 5 or 6 years ago i had to watch a livestream of her pledgin' her troth and even livestreamin' the nuptial croissants with a ferkin priest !
But i forgot.. never mind the funniest lies inj history there i was awaiting second helpings on Kew Green a then nice quiet place to spend a long weekend and " i am away in Oxfordshire with Rupert and the kids..." was so so interestingly untrue unless she broke the speedlimit bigtime to come and drive by me... somewhere she had no other reason to be...
Which is what THEIR (English public schoolgirl great discovery in the absolute better than all the others biblical history of their reality) 'great' book does to them: turn them into a lying mad drama queen who dies of being herself..far too young. Even well into her supposed maturity..
(Nobody could ever find "Hannah" as guilt causes them to hide forever.. sad that as her 'turning' to 'Christ' concurrently with, or a week after the best raging affair in all of the history of Marylebone copshop boning three hours on their doorstep... ignoring their manchild strutting in and out all pumped up as if theyve just fitted someone up for murder and a 38 year stretch...
...and denying what SHE made sure everyone knew about in her family by so blatantly picking me up at my fathers funeral ("died on 6 6 6 " as the vicar pointed out in public...so you better keep reading as maybe your silly Orangeman isn't the anti-christ from Revelations after all maybe its me come to .... [ "Claudia i was reading it the other day bored sat in a heated church and my my they dont half dwell on 'fornication'!! ...i do hope you don't think of me as you know i ONLY think of you or my my they have some funtimes in store for you come your endtimes" ] .... the best funeral fun ever.... me so vulnerable and in such grief and delicate state of mind.... and easily manipulated.... )
Anyway fast forward a few months and she gets exactly what she wanted ... but then has to run off to 'Christ'...even if in reality some Alain De Botty impersonator her personal so so guru wise and attentive 'vicar' " ohh my my he is saving me from myself..." which of course richbitches (not her fault which devil sired her...number 4 girl to a Cahtholic-Jew man who was obsessed with only boychildren... to inherit his dodgy millions... and the first one came next in line down the tubes... talk about knowing when you werent meant to even beBorne...... REALwoman childBORNE hips mind you... which is all there is to being human so all boxes ticked nothing to moan about...
... can
ops forgotten my weave - thread.. dots in a "process" of Now... being joined...all sat there all on their lonesome un "connect"ed and unjoined and lonely for twenty years
but this is still the horrible seemingly gobby uncentred version as there are so so so many lovely infil pictures and that takes so much more battery...
ahhahh thread came back: "centred"
sat one foot careful dont brush against the inverter..on the blink... right foot must be still as the keyboard balanced onnit
"lORD" SHE SAID...
ALWAYS!
bUT MUST NOT LOOK LIKE ONE OWNS ANYTHING ... SO BE STEALTHY EVEN HERE LOADSA JUNKIES NOT FAR AWAY ON THE PROWL ... OOPS ACC CAP
(with so little battery one must speedtype and the only regret in life ever is not learning to touch type and no... having tested ... no i lie.. subcontracting a test of the 'ai' in substack auto transcribe..i dont need to look at the results as there's no way on earth some dumb yank bimbo [ see his "van wife" video . - links soon] .. its tragic ]... even the 'van' childmen are using it...
there is no way (i mean she said so herself but how can she lower herself to using it... "even 30 years here my English isn't as advanced that only true cultural immersion can lifetime learnings*..."
i mean some fascist littler chatbot wouldnt begin to understand a whole CULTURE at The Source . a theres an u8ntold real culture here (you hear spill out onto the BBC last few years) . a load of babes copying some De Botty or MacFarlane or Charles Eisenstein type with NOTHING to say, so they invent new smug languages to get the birds at their 'workshops'... thats not 'to' but 'at' ... all they actually want
that started to say 'learnings'
Anyway he would have gone for his Rainbow... version
Nope... there was only ever one, version..
except the so called historians of even the last forty odd years can't get their 'data' right... twas ... with that Belgian stage front...
The ultimate Two Cities Two Cultures....
The chipfat lass backhome..
Anique's European charms.. here and Now....
And the poor bloke blew a fuse.. the only one that matters
in a tin can without any 'GO' ( we shall come back to them inabit) special thermal underwear in fact no underwear .. nor special handwarmer things to warm up food...
and only ' found' bobhats and gloves.. hardly any meat, ( 10% of YUK average per week at most)... they would think tne is dead... and a drug addict only able to 'wake up' with a bottle of fancy supplements, like them ..oops that implies they are .. or they ' supplement' any real life ...
right positivity, only, soon....
because one can be positive from ten years super chronicle
there is no humanity at all ever ( she only cost me £120 - the cost of a real human hooker they used to be so full of true decency and humanity..and DEMAND it in return )
and thus only comedy can conceivably describe
( ' there is no hate' audio and the other one a few days ago i forget what it was about but has two wonderful audio waffles to accompany it .. and all 3 are linked.... in the pipeline to load too, .day..unless..)
The lovely scuffed humble walker booted afternoon. lateraft ...walking down via indeed atb to the ultra atch of the bridge to nowhere except nowayever...
walking for a while with the skinny born 'n bred: " so tell me when did they come... it feels like they are here almost forever... what was your childhood like up here... 53 years ago and on...?"
For not knowing that their rather good era, meant ALLways...
The way to deal with the dodgy little lapdog lickin the Jenny piss dribblin down the leg of the next Gazzan just seen her child splattered into a million little banned wetwipes...by UK paid-for drones or the drone of bad music...
THIS RATHER GOOD AT LAST!!!! Talk HAS AN ACCOMPANIMENT
soon ...a call to The Mormon where we discuss it...;.
I have many many entertainin' most real chroniclate stuff all just for....
as to not know that even them dodgy Jenn 'o cidin....IDFS no you don't "kick em in the balls" to death or anything else....,
And thus to support any violernce in any way meant you didnt listen to yer own once great records....cunt
indeed using that word is
an insult to nice entertaining things....
But above all ..may just sneak it up this morning
How caN ONE BE SO ABSURDLY EVEN HAPPIER THAN EVER... EVEERY DAY
eVEN YESTERAFT IN THE MOTOR ON OFFICIAL BUSINESS AND I HATE MOTORS BUT A LITTLE BIT OF THAT LANDLOPEY BOUNCE REAL ZENNERGY I FELT CREEPING IN, THATS A FIRST...
oops acc cap havent got a spare electron to go and uncap it.. (takes 30 seconds not to spare.... just NOW..)
Anyway if i die of happiness today ....
(uggh this needs to be also accompanied by films from every so called #vanilifer.. BEN and Emily and him the so sick self filmer its sickening, and her the hairwashing one (we laughed at in unison)
they're all moaning so so saccharine cloyingly into their cameras about the 'diesel heater' maybe not working despite being a new expensive installation paid for by only advertising crap...and moaning about parking meters being broken
This channel doesnt advertise: not one penny EVER paid to their fascist lite 'local' economy as a matter of pride and no compromise ever
2 not one penny EVER paid on heating ever... just go with the flow of whether or not the ambient air molecules are excited or biting at your balls..
3 Gurdjieeff was wrong or inadequate... and it wasnt his fault as relative to Peterson Gabor MAte and her Ti[acute] mon i bet... but especially Eckheartless Trol...
Here's the thing: Going through Gurdjieffs shocky-thing..(Suzi swears by even if blessem no Surrey-born princess can let herself have true shock thats Britain for you).. nobody will tell you especially the laterday dodgier iterations such as Gabor..
And even i encountering the quite wonderful Fromm with his To Have or To Be... best title ever - therapy enough in that alone age about 25... doubt i bothered reading much beyond the fairly dull rest of it...
Here's the thing. Shit happens.... all shit needs "processing" - even her brainwashed into KNOWING that that's the end of the affair...
Nope it aint.. the real end is when you have an identity transplant
TRANSITION... when you do NOT want to....
All my life i knew that comedy and laughs were for children....
(OHH YES THERE IS NO DIVIDE part 1 and 2 in the can here soon)
One or other nations rightly says of the English " they make a great joke about some serious crisis.. then DO nothing ever [to fix it].." pretty sure its the Germans.
But lets take the worst offender GAbor with NOTHING to say... except "trauma trauma trauma"
when all he ever needed to say was "YOU" ...
"know for sure it is impossible that you ever ever can make ANYone laugh... ever...and rightly you are above all that and raised yourself on BAez and Pilgert and Tariq Ali nice diverse crowd there.."
"YOU" .. know yourself and why...
why you are right.
Have always..
And then for mere boredom raison d'etre..
In a decade have not only (in writing) made the number one goddess of all time (still) Princess Diana (of Corwen and junkie of The Countess of Chester) laugh
THE number one most goddessly religious bigot of all time with so many religious diatribes her way about how SHE is bigoted upon every day by her religious 'elders' ... laugh
But even.... Suzi...so so many times and she (is the 'case study in subsatack) is more Nigel than Nigel as are all weak women too weak to have bred aND GOT cLAUDIAS WELL FORMED real WOMAN HIPS...AND A HIPSWAY TO DIE FOR ON HER CROSS IOF SHE SO REQUIRED... OOPS ACC CAP AGAIN...more
so many times Suzi laughs and piddles her pants even more than when she's Farragian... witha few ales at teatime
however...
They all...its so sad... immediately pick on the 'trans' - i never mention except to say " one of the greatest songs of all time..
then the only greatest energy ever from a junky
often listened to when in bestie everest
mood even if always constant even when ice on the unheated windscreen ..(for four winters not a day inside)
but the sadness they dont know..the solution
at last
i do....
OOPS I ALWAYS FORGET IN THE SO DULL ORACY..
Ampspead...
Didnt need fake energy amps or electrons or funny coloured nails...
He nailed it.. the perfect humanity in his ..maybe Missey Madrigal
Because he WRIOTE ...so beautifully
i read every page and lapped it up despite clenchin my arse in prejudicial fuck off dont look my way homo .. thats worse than the thought of you the thought of that (you homo try and rape us all with especially me) ... every time Stewie Brown came to town..our wonderful well respected friend
recently " its the disastrous education for decades"
well yes and know..
this
take the toxic little shitbrained Tellytubby with a fake diploma from Narnia-on-semiplastic sea "twined with Narnia [sic]" in positive energy and sweetness, got online as too cowardly to leave his London towerblock due agtiphobianism ...but gets a dlot on wireless 4 at 06.12 Today ..
giggle giggle " only put your three pees down the little boys roomhole"
... now some of us in fact quite a few .. well 27 years ago, we knew it you use a 'wet wipe' we knew not only were you putting poison on your baby' s shit or peehole you were inevitably causing major fatburger pollution and if dedicated to child grow the fuck up and don't or youre a bimbo addicted to tv adverts ... thats what dedication means https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2025/11/freely-speechifying.html?m=1
methinks a rather better 'oracy' - their recent DeBotty smart peeps word may be along the lines of, in a very rude and Alexei Sayle spitty style " your pathetic parents knew 30 years ago that sll corporations were evil lying cunts trying to monetise even your baby's one ... and yet were so stupid they sat and listened to Clash records about revolution or being your own mind ... and lost theirs whilst pamperin their kids, you the jext gen...with toxins... so if they havent xenobiotically toxified your one hrain cel... do the fuck better than them losers .."
Or " gibbers" if we must speak in their long dead language...
THE one thing - I think it is on landlope.com, above all that really really oppresses the head which undoubtedly also has a Mindbody ( oooh thats a word according to the red squiggle ) negative effect, is to have to censor onesself - in real life.
Which is a hard word, ' real' in the age of silly nosiness. And assumptions
Live in the REAL ' environment' which is by definition not filled up with her rare pigs, and loads of discarded plastic poles, bags, rotting tools ... rotting trailers per acre... bought to recreate Glastonbury- in-Pastyland ...
where there are far fewer people means of course they nosey gossip and assume even more and as they see you cyclin on an old bike they assume you are the local bunny hugger...
in that Instance correctly.
but try having a pro buns opinion... if they know you MEAN it... hahh hahh youre in real danger
... even if there is a far far more interesting deeper dive down into The Bushy undergrowth ...
If one is a real rural person who always has time to stop and stare ... to quote the only Welshman ever worth quoting as he wasn't performing something for London to get out of his Swansea , cultureless, ultra racist, and dinosaur breeding ground ( on the rare occasions they werent too pissed to breed and the wife got off the ground after a good post pub session long enough to dust herself down and wipe away the blackeyes ) hellhole ...
but not gawp-stare as is the Pasty way especially if you dont have kindergarten stickers of flowers and bees all over your theme park van or motor, and the ugliest mirrored sunglasses ever dreamed up even if by next year i bet the fashion will be to tattoo them on permanently with even uglier expensive glitterooto go with the big fat tattoos all over especially their ugly calves ; or at The Source, the way, if one has such lovely little humble worn small walking boots such as hers on the hill and doesnt have a hundred quid newpack with compulsory hydration bottles poking out in a splendidly watery autumn as nature needed it and even nature doesnt need to sip every other step or they may die ...
so yes them Sourcery lot all of whom would stab with the titanium lined walking poles or India/na Jones look crossed with their Elonish high tech accessories essential for just a ramble in some very underwhelming hills....if they thought the term Narniac applies to them...
anyway.... to stare, but politely so that it isnt harassly offenderating anyone as they wouldnt notice, as theyre so busy trying to catch a look at their look in someone elses ugly mirrors... in other words i notice everything ...
i had wondered how that car was so excellently parked in that leafy place at the junction ( often my spot).. clever girl...
but i notice almost all, unjudgey, like... except long ago knew theres no point ever chatting with India/na as they cant ever forget their ... mission workshop whatever .. them never using the word " holiday" of course . ... ' bettering' themselves... when the whole point of being not in their cities is just to stop and stare ...and not at the ubiquitous phone...... they all seem to ned to fill the ' void' with..and i think we know where it is geolocated..
anyway of no interest other than it is psychologically so wonderful to at last have really understood why the fewer numbers ( by proportion) of such utterly lost neurotics totally out of their 'environment'...in my oldregion environment ... couldnt even manage to remember their gloves arent in their precious little hands when driving off and arent in the cab either, were just so arsey behind the painted on London or suburban smile.
arsey a rude word for totally 100% flaky and unreliable ( small scale rural life unviable without reliable helpmeets ..) hissy fitters who never fit ...( nowadays addicted to their Fitbit ratger than go protect sone habitat that keeps you fit and no looking at dilly screens required ...other than for the message reply to nice invite, that never comes..
anyway thats all not in any MacFarlane fantasy bullshit version of saving dead rivers ( many a foto soon) ... the total acedia slash dystopia of no actual helpmeets ever reliable
so be it . . but the deep dive along the surface is merely how for decades... all ones time is wasted... thousands of hours
and that is multiple ten thousands of....
and thus time saving solutions to the Rememberence of how they will always waste it ... yet to meet one who hasn't.. even if i guess one 'banked' some useful barter ..
but still thats sad as she WAS writing well!!
but just wont believe in HERself.... not 'too', but alone uniquely rather fably.. 'self realised' ..
which takes a long time and loadsa lopeing ... between bouts of real ' service' to humanity which lasteryear was sat in the snailshell for hours listening to yet another BPD very very Intelligent and passionate mother of her lost 3 year old talk about every other conspiracy theory except the one we had for hours conspired to correct a simple easy legal appeal against utterly fascist insane Stalinist levels if torture local judginess ( pastyshire ones well known as maddest of the lot)..
but no you know so sadly she wont ever do what for hours she uses your whole time and energy demanding she is expert and 'campaigner' for her justice and rights and .love
actual service, unpaid, and you know 99% cert it will faul and no thanks nothing ' back'
but you do it Only cos ..you can
( and nay one day make a true book slash .audiobook)
... ( goes with thisafters " there is no divide" audio)
imagine ... as it will take weeks to find them all: very deserted country byways ... between Clun in the North and Hay in the South. ( essentially The Marches, 10% of the population density of her SW - essentially a suburb... for those too cheapskate to afford a Surrey pad or Norfolk estate )
from a decade ago ( when the actual " change" began)
The real chronicler would meander... old cheap Raleigh bike ... so rusted ( as the Green Party mayoress and her green party official bloke hadnt bothered ever ever putting it undercover or oiling it.... despite being new... and just left rottin and unused tyres perishing for a decade... despite only about 50 km if wear on said tyres... thats your 'green' party top dogs for you...)
but thats boring, narcissistic personality disorder always is...
and makes not very good art... well unless i can get some grant funding to do real performance real art about it one day...
but neander the lanes over several years by said old, many many hours to fix up, bicycle...
now a real mindful centred person of the land and nature knows ... well s/he doesnt need to ' know' as it is second nature... that if you have gone a job needing gloves and a trailer then before you get in the banger to drive off to wherever the trailer needs taking to ..( and reversing into without all the drama the towny must make of it and disrespectfully also know you will be subject to automatically and nag you...even if you tell them" MY FUCKING IDENTITY is i was born reversing tractors and trailers in my sleep, eyes closed too...i do it by mindful zen second fucking sight... ..just stop nagging me didnt your zen crappy Eeckharty Tolle you into knowing: dont think i am youtoo ...i chose NOT to be"
in age appropriate language if course meaning their 3 year old smiley fake polite platitudes..
anyway...lanes.. bike ( no car as they all gibber you theyve boked you so smilingly for a job and then forget to unbook and allow you to get another elsewhere.l when they realise their dreams of orojects mere fantasy.. so always hard up no cash gor motor = actual happiness but dont tell them).. i would begin to notice from ' 15ish one by one single gloves at the side of the road...workgloves used for outdoor woodchopping etc...
now i had never seen this before ever in many years meandering the lanes by old slow bicycle...
never.
So it increased in frequency ... every few miles another diferent solo glove... occasionally a pair. wherever i cycled
and i began to dtop and photo them and then collect them..
well yes at first as a curiosity but over time - a few years, have a jolly hood collection of 20 or 30 usable single gloves
i still have the bag.. pair by missmatched pair i am wearing them out...with work
they look funny. . cutsey...all pintresty... all Ealanor Oliphant is having a bad dayish....
.. pink, spazart....
But thats not the art to me a curiosity ban anachronism
Its a parable in all them poor mixed up pairs telling a real truth
as this was around thr time that increasing amount of very ' type a' types invading the formerly dozey byways ...
not do much ' gentrifying' on mummy's Jen O' Cidere ..L'oreal shares cashed in, rather the nee breed if very Guardian Colour suplement+ lot who came in one by one .. all the right ' country' gear... and very expensive new chainsaws and trailers ... but their...errata her, whole gig, was how not only was dashing Rupert such a fine man working in nature but her aromatherapy oops thats old hat ... nope better than you mindful practices and all the ' we irk' they had been through to make them so just well... they now only ' belong' in their new pad.... and in nature... etc
well its a free country
( of their free gloves littering the county gor miles)
but had one even suggested :" maybe.... well not remembering to make sure i had picked up my workgloves before getting INto the vehicle .. i would feel myself having a not so zen focused good day if i was so remisc... that my habit and indeed animal spirit/ soul needed some self fucking work onnit.... so i had real zenny grace and mindful of doing my job properly ...and not wasting do many gloves.... take longer walks perhaps not on my phone on mem..the real me relative to the others where..i am ... or no of course it will be all the other new arrivals all 3 in the valley never you.... just saying do we can all learn from their nit quite centredness.. "
they will automatically jab you defensively in the toe with the junky needle they claim ...errata demand...they have given up too
rather than actually realising what change does mean.... and how interestingly it takes a long long time... and finding nice non judgemental ways ... of pointing the .. gloved finger... well thats kindof being nice its called sharing real ' experience' ..i was there once... when about 15
and is a rather fine measurement if just when one foes have it together in a centred way ..
and when not .. as i judge to be the case almost everywhere nowadays
and i know what units to measure by... they didnt change
the still incomplete quest for the right name and it certainly isn't new age..
as none ever were, they merely stole the expensive incense.. when no one else was looking at the vomit-bucket sessions
however riffing on this the other day with a lovely correspondent (who DID seem to agree when we first met..)
i came up with: 'new age'... the only new age thing about them is they will die, or stab anyone to death in the back, in their way, to get a new age 20 years less than their actual one ... that's The Source peeps for you in a nutshell...
rather unmindful that as the whole POINT of all their fake mindful wellness and DeBotty bad Buddhism 'work' is to accept exactly what you are..and what nature dictates
There is a truly unique, free, no copyright, no charge, extremely helpful and exclusive 2 hr audio with loadsa actual philosophical argument as to why ALL the idiot class of BBC to Sky to all of you speak endlessly of a "divided society" are wrong, following this....
But upon pondering... i go off on long REAL WALKER rambles with no special walking clothes or any India/na Jones costume, just like wonderful her - an impossible new encounter!...(and thus theres a divide there! my my the looks i get.. usually..not from her though ) ..
But when walking along sometimes waffling my memoirs or such superb world record unlistened-to substack podcasts, as today, my phone is so damaged that i cant easily put it on pause..
so it carries on recording...even if i stop for a chat
Usually i leave them unedited ' special uninvited guest' if i happen to have a nice chat during the landlope... no harm...
only of course if they don't say anything that identifies them or that may be problematical such as " i hate my husband really as he's addicted to porn like all the rest but i pretend to be all yummy mummy lovely just like my Guardian coloursuplement clothing and lifestyle demands! ... as i can't pay the mortgage on the only windmill in Upper Downton... alone..) - i did define the law in all that and know EXACTLY where the line is.. i wouldnt want someone ever really even findable... unless their name is badger killer McCurrach for example whom ALSO took a LOT of public money...
However today i met such a wonderful one i kindof let my 'guard' further down than usual even if its never ever up at all.... and spoke the truth of the region i walk in a lot...
And despite every single one of them at The Source - this whole region, certainly claiming perfect wholseome modern human-rights plus, person credentials... i.e. they recite the Guardian by rote, not one would of course free speech means about the nasty bitchy mean minded VERY prejudiced behaviours youtoo display..
And thus i can't put it up here yet or on substack as theres only one thing more vicious than a public official paid to care for kids in the uk caught with their knickers down pissing over the inmates at a children's home as thats her kink... or whataver the latest state funded torture at such homes was last week.. (there were some sent down i seem to recall.. the 'carers' that is not their victims) , IT's an 'earth mother' / mermaid / shamanian / Sourcey type who is getting called out for even minor human rights infractions... such as being part of the greatest weasel word factory ever extant or the con 'healing' operations that are absolutely default everywhere along with THE most expensive 'supplement' shops ever ...
And in said audio places are named in lovely conversation with a lovely...
i have already uploaded it to Substack but...
I'm gonna chicken out! And i have nothing to lose...
Except a few hours at some time soon bleeping the geolocations.... which is how long it will take me drat... but not her lovely words... they were pure and universal.... i hope she listened to mine too..i am not usually so honest and caring.... well i am always honest but never quite so kidnappy in fact i should have as really there is NO hope... (UK figures on issues with the young or sick so so much worse than EU average....arguable 5 or 6 times more 'mental health' .. lifechanging issues... ) ..never mind a country where dozens of 'Christians' and many mothers... loadsa time spent by me on their 'legal' or family counselling issues..me on them... even at GREAT length counselling an ex bishop (bet she lied about being 'cancelled' for a tweet) ... not one ever ever asked me " could we maybe help with your daughter... or even sit down and brainstorm ideas for bridges... ?" not one ever...
ohh errata... i forgot the one... my best mate at the time - that time...20/21.. she did... mother of 2 fine lasses one i started up a whole free riding school FOR...
and then a few weeks later ..its as if she had never even uttered those rather big deal words....forgotten like the butterflies you all became..
That's called people pleasing. It is a VERY serious psychological addiction end-times end of everything.... when it applies to being part of "community" or 'village' in respect of children...
" it takes a village to raise one..."
well not in this sceptic aisle as go anywhere near your neighbour's they'll call 'paedo' VERY false alligatory loudly, even if they've never seen you before when going through a village on an old bike in this lovely aisle.... even in lovely super-community "woodstock of the mind" Hay-on-Wye 2012 i still have the film of the REAL HAy... that one... where the parents forgot to parent, too... too busy applying for the free ticket que for some has been lousy old tart like poor old Rosie...
Boycott!... well was boycotted until she started to sell her story of being poor little used junky... only way she could get her bad journalism out..there...
Anyway LOADS of clips still to do a whole month of work just to attempt to catch up...and edit that one...
and MANY arty photos - thousands and i love looking through them so many pictures to tell... oops stories in pictures..
i can't write and certainly can't write poetry but i do know how to tell a REAL story with an image..or ten
and someone else - the "witness" she knows i don't moan...either. And even the very very hardest of all true martyr on their cross stuff is just firesticks to light a hearty fire with...one day... soon
I wouldn't have even 16 years of the worst torture ever...one second any different.. especially when on quite good form (as a nett result of every Chinese water drip drip drip torture known to man) meeting a bouncy 49 year old landloper in lovely almost deserted QUIET autumnal lanes
ohh funny thing is... Suzi (clearly not a listener of mypod - even if as fine woman she does know there are ONLY two sides - but not 'divided' ...so...) agrees about the REAL problem.... she calls her sex who she knows will also Sourcestifle her region.... her name the power 'blob'.... and even her mate Nigel daren't call them out as in need of a bit of Reformin' ... despite them being THE actual problem that needs dogeing..as shetoo knows too
cos they just denied her Arrow River trust charitable status...her, not quite the right facial peely things glow about her or truly crap 5 grand a piece, artless art collection
