(official ''data-point' you won't find in your meedia...)

 Now, even if I have almost entirely lived either as far from people as possible for several decades, in the Uplands, way way aside....  or when forced due gentrification to have some neighbours, I have only lived among rural scrofulates, even if they don't really exist any more, being its all incomer really sick folk who are shipped in by West Horrorfordshire councils  from miscellaneous suburban Wastelands and other bomb sites, for a backhander...

and were never 'cured' by nature....

but still I chose to live among the 'bottom third' (Gladwell approved terminology), however i can speak with those at each end of the spectrum if i must.

And find a way to get them to trust me quite sincerely almost immediately (as i don't care, unlike politicians who care almost only for some personal advantage ) 

or as they know that ALL 'activists' are Paddy panted Teletubbies it is quite extraordinary how in Parliament the Lords   

30/06/2026

Yesterday in Parliament  19.45 in  https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002ybht

the way the pro Palantir spin is overtly Orwellian and nobody cares....means we lost

at 16.40 3x"vulnerables" in one sentence what a work of art...all anyone cares about max vulnerability  

anyway real meedia said to my ears... " dont tell anyone but year on year regional prices have steadily fallen eight percent...."

" how interesting they have become very clever i haven't heard that at all ...and its all people in this theme park ever vote for... their house price"

 just up the road.... so twenty years ago i first noticed this kind of nonsense: some bloke with a  cowboy hat hears some nonsense about his 'rights' down the twatter pub - King Arthurs Roundtable lore... 'rights of the commoners'...all that Albion nonsense...

And thinks he won't get a parking ticket if he shows off his 'rights' ...rather than do the VERY hard dull boring work of jousting with the judges over real lore...for years and years, its so much easier to pump your chest up and  learn by rote some anachronistic nonsense, to impress actual legal hard-working 'activists',  that he wouldnt dare actually joust a real judge with  

Which is the real reason that the once saner activists  - real ones unlike every Sting, musician,  and writer  who get a minute on the arts show and demand its in their profile.... cos they once listened to a fake Yank invader fake song, pretending to be from Camden Towntoo via the costume...

and of course the traffic warden will be part of the 'revolution' as soon as s/he reads the so clever smartarse dick notice...

but a man has to live on bananas alone as all the fruity ones went REALLY fruitbat

ohh thats a point, wow.... that was a work of art, THE Christian - Little Miss die of my Devoutness, who is never off her computer shopping channel  why of course she is too busy to have learned the bit about Mammon even i can quote..

Actually apologised to me.... six months late

I was quite startled as she bent down gently at my shoulder having stoneyfaced me six months " ...i... just wanted to say....sorry..."

" what for !! ?? " he lies....

" for.... being so so angry and even worse so rude....."

 "that...ohh i had entirely forgotten that....."

damn! .. i had been enjoying and was proud of myself for actually forgetting the most irrelevant large bit of hypocrisy ever, and was hoping that some time it may be usable in some far more thrilling setting where i could make her laugh at the pure Jesusness turning the other cheek or something...

my only regret i have so so many social realism little snippets  - 100s most months...i collect them in my head...and on a good walk they bubble into something funny, sometimes even a stark image..

Quiet a  few Turner worthy if i knew just ONE reliable artist to feed them to.

But rarely have the quietude AND battery or stealthy nowhereness,  to get them down and just when i was like a good blogmaster .. i get interrupted by the apology i certainly don't need as it disrupts my gentle pyroclastic flow which is always constant every day from dawn...

 indeed the opposite, i adore cant and vanity

it is PURE ... energy

Unlike, even if i have a superb collection of the nomen-clatter 

that litters

Almost all the Pandy places of the Swest...

not even tenth best

in top of the charts of cant vanity and  an expensive load of panty

BUT... 

but but but i am still in the hills that one and only perfect conversation begun at Hocus pocus, i have not even begun to write up as it was perfect

This blokes recently dead so he wont mind being ridiculed, even if what kind of a society puts this photo up as his in memoriam - randomply fed to me

" ....and..... i mean... where have these revolting mirrored things come from... but i dont know about in your saner Euro lands, here you go to a beach and most of the blokes even the grandads have them on ALL day when they are out with their nippers or infants....  i mean this is insane, and surely will make their children more insane the poor things,  can't even see dad's eyes ...often mum's too....  if yearlings are subject to this it really is the end of human times... even ferkin robots have fake eyes.... not a scary reflection of only themselves crying as they are frightened of the holes where their parents once had things they smiled with....  "

 

Except you had to revel in the 'energy'... the purest lingua Franca ... that of the body language that cannot lie...

Three people atop the high hills dancing in purest perfect  smiling harmony..

all below panting and sweating over nothing, 

Anyway... unfortunately at times i have to give up and resort to smalltown charging life..

There is no doubt - as pure flaneur/meanderer i sense..

the 'vibe' really is getting peri MAd Max....

then they'll have something to peri-moan about...

As i know one thing even more than the ferrits ever could...  when humans dont know what they need or want and have less of it,   and have nothing else as none ever 'fight' for rights or any other such any more...

....Palantir won

But then it did long ago as soon as not one could ever ever spell 'solidarity'...or just stop butterflying about

there you go, see, i care... it wasnt snowfalkes butterfly wings it was acid snowflakes...

I have a superb memory the sort you can only have from caring, and fighting for what you care about, too...

Even if nobody else did 

But so so many bits of absurdism uploaded and photos of this and that i have cannily spent all day putting into storage so i forget...

and even more bits of the 'sequence' still to do but then at least one woman knows why... my time was only wasted, and words do have consequences, nothing to do with me.....

until i remember which i will.

They actually shriek at you (quite often, with offensive public Harrisish menacement, too) in The Lowlands for even making friendly jokes about there being "no hope"

 which of course means there isn't any. (and they are the ones  -the worst offenders, PAID to sell it to you)

Now i keep stumbling upon almost perfect little books.

Even if a big meats four hundred pager is far more  addiction plenishing - thakes you fully into the pain and trauma of why am i putting my mind, body, and soul, into some other cunt's take on being.....

And they NEVER ever 'get' it...

And the good little ones just take you to some bleak wilderness, where Ove didn't trip on the way to his hanging bridge and get stuck in the mud, 

And come to some inadvertent sticky end chasing Lorna with his rather bimbo rufflycostumed, end, which is the best of endings

And the perfect tract on pacifism.

But you can't even say that word to an Anglopher...

(now i know THE word: weve gotta have on the antithetical ok poetry

 

Indeed women of the ...well if we have to get all definitiony, under 300m .... and their 'place' to get all PAndyish, the most up-shit-creek, with only a Pandy at the paddle, nonsense ever heard.... 

their territory ranges from 150 to 550m

Exactly, hillbabes, at least have some sanity.....(just along from ear)  " ... and the sickest mad thing of all,  is nobody can understand any more ... that losing really is ok, too,  and if them Pallies, my lass only extant because of one, and two others p[ropper loved....    instead of being egged on by a load of fake 'carer's were rather told to disapora all over the place etc as in that rather good page   https://www.ralphschism.com/p/israel-palestine.html that still has to have a bit more hilltime onnit )

 now....a decade ago or more i wrote a little aphorismish thingummy and put it up on my very very ascetic wallspace by my small bare topped desk. Which in 

back when 'snowflakes' was a 'thing': " snowflakes falling on butterfly wings"

Which i thought was at the time quite good.  Though was at least three dimensional, in that, 

what.....?

Now ....  the dimensions even if that is an inadequate word for every word herein - must be up to a million odduns by now..

Is Lived....

Even if mainly encountered in their death grip, upon nothing....

It was astonishing really the most ultra goody goody 'greens' would use that insult, to the extraordinary magical realism of a snowflake in such a sneering way...

When not one i knew EVER,  in a region, where nobody has clubs, men's moanin' 'sheds', and loads of the usual pretend Glasto girls who were pretend mums still giggling to the magic mush they had managed to 'forage' the autumn before, rather than being a parent...

But no Green 'man' ever actually invited a young person from their 'village' so as to raise herhim....

Whist smiling at even that old addage, that knowing smug metoo smile of of course i would....if i wasn't so busy doing nothing on my computer all day...

The important bit of my aphorismish thingummy (we met over a book on the Amish)

Is the butterfly wings are ... damaged.

Now they will all claim that they have an exemption from Gabor...

as it's their 'trauma'. 

And all that stuff which is their 'currency'.

But it is time to do better.

As fait accompli....

 oops wrong language, even if surely theyre wrong in that i always thought 'twas Serbo-crote...

But these tech bros being only ever childrens must keep fiddling which any upland farmer knows  is a symptom of being a  wanker, which is mainly due to extrenal stress.

Is so so so mental elf good for you.

(celebrating the official data,  is now one in ten every year get put on the official whacky list..... one in ten per year....

that's one in ten where in a year the folks ....volken are so awful at their job, their kids are on the list...

but how on earth does one begin to nomen-clatter that as i am the exact opposite of a Jenny E Holland pretend liberal whom in fact is a right wing Ayn Randite who only cares about HER property price in even Belfarrrst... hiding behind 'real men' down her backstreet,  when a real man actually walks away ...

you can take the YAnk out of YAnkeeland but you can't take the brand

stuck on her cowshaped arse

by some redneck cowpoke

of guntoting mad person,  out of any Yank...

Anyway how can one find a word for, I am a 'leftie' - or more correctly put egalitarian,  as i KNOW  - knew even about 13 its not rocket science ...that being a capitalist makes especially the most 'successful' ones very very unhappy, and "bodily" really quite wonky - indeed if the 'establishment' are responsible for all the poor scroffulates woes, they really MUST be warped by it all - that so called 'wealth' which is  if you are 100% Georgex2 - Orwell and his genius Mistress Ma Elliot...

is as clear as ferrits are ferrits

Anyway fait accompli, accepting losing, and a range of other simple mindfulness techniques i am quite sure even the people before them of 'The Book' knew a bit of, are key to mentul elf ... and knowing what your values are and keeping to them, 

Which is what most of literature from even the first one, is kindof about..... 

And when even the so called 'psychologists' dont even know the value of their workshop, WITH and without accommodation.

you have no hope

TO BE CONT REST IN PROGRESS

 

 

So, how can THAT [and innix] be free?!?

 

Now i know the one word.

For moi.

And it ain't locked in.

Nor out

Just locked outside, from the inside;

where one never wanted to be nor needed, either. 

As mountain people don't need much...nor want it either.

Inverse, they stole nearly ALL the good words, and as for making new ones up..

 from 'wellness' to 'digital hygiene' ..

well of course they went nuts - or drove their kids nuts,  almost thirty years ago when my assistant book cataloguer, digital, the supposed IT tutor at the local polly, couldn't even manage to BACK UP no matter what, always, in triplicate, thus losing a months so dull hard work...

flouncing around in boho garb too... 

means you are FAR too important to bother teaching kids that best laid plans o mice 'n men always means a rat comes along and eats your data ... generally in UK in the disguise of a tell tale 

making up tails...

rather than tell it to your face

anyway even if not quite timeline accurate, when they failed to parent young him, you can see him at 1.17 even if in the wrong country, and teach him backup

no matter what

of course he no longer trusts anyone or even knows what 'values' means...

nor would he understand what 'free speech' is

The first time for many years ,one is having a chat on the river

On the last day of the twenty year Odd Essay

Like a Rock

and no one trying to wobble your foundations

Nobody smirking at you ready to jump in and tell you you are being toxically not them, even if they have absolutely no idea what their values are, or real value IS

And if one had even said Make Queen Joan,  Queen of Free Speech, as ignoring all comments, and making funnier speech out of her speechifying  jilting luvva, made the best point ever...

 

Anyway....

whist Haidt was left in the bedroom by his folky folks

with only a Commodore

sikxty four

 as imaginary friend

to play with and try and understand

some of us went off on a mission, never ending, to actually understand

 (gosh that's rather showing off...as is all classical musac )

Now.... for a hilltop hobo i am and always have been bang bang on the zeitgeist

As stated in the above if you care about your children the real versions, the future ones, learn to SERIOUSLY limit all usage of digital ...

As i did 20 years ago.

But also figure who has the voice and platform

 and even keep one ear on the current affairs even if to turn into the greatest one page short stories ever as he did 

really rather 'tut tutting 'it all... but in a funny way, not imitating fake saccharine laughter, but grown up sardonicism...

Anyway when your LEADING... i mean very very leading UK 'thought leaders' and Queen so called by herself saner 'feminist',  such as supposedly secular Harrington, one of the very very few allowed into my inbox, actually mailout, "was at 

https://www.arc-conference.com/

[ ARC is an alliance of thought leaders and ....[DRUMROLL!] ......changemakers... committed to shaping a hope-filled vision for the future.

Funny that looks like a load of militarists and religious bigots to me as believing in one 'god' is very nasty to all the so called 'indigenous' who when they havent been glued to the crap soap operas blaring from the mud hut for the last 40 years - as 99% actually have i know as i saw them... fourty years ago,  probably believe there is even a special god that lives in just the remote...

or their dead ancestors big toe kept under the bed as keepsake ..] everyone should  listen to these MUST listen to top   changemakers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBUniZHgCnE&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email  

 and PAgeu   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZUuKzDQSsI&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email [who EVERY  hipster academic old hack wants to emulate in dress and beard ] for whats to come....."

both of whom are basically YAnks, and  who are preaching sky fairy stuff  - the bigot one-god version, from a London lectern....

there is no hope.

EVEN if a lot of recent data has indeed confirmed the church has been 100% lying with PR the last few years stating 'more younger people are piling in, 'something has been stirring for some years..'  which was a fake news bimbo statement worse than Queen trump of The Bimbos...

the actual data does say .... 

and i am no wrecker my AI speech  was already written a DECADE ago and it is better than both of these fools put together with all the rest of the AI doom debate fools put together.....

(one day soon youll have to pay for at least a coffee as i have run out of beans..) 

Anyway as if to prove a point, that even the Austrian greats from Wolfie to all the rest  

MIster von Holst

The ultimate half breed! son of Adolph.....

Even if poor chap born in Cheltenham 

'ts noticeable the Teapot Party dont have it as anthem...

may shine a bit of light on Nige's little incongruity..

  This piece is so good that they named a whole-ass planet after it.

Even if it is the whole LP thats got all the universe innit...

and they should have banned it all from then.

and then having realised that real music has WORDS innit..

as touchy feely mere harmony didnt ..... i dunno its lacking

as exacting

nestbeschmutzing is actually civilising

and i was piqued recently to hear what i knew that fabricate redemptive boasts (or even 'boats' as the naughty faeries had in my first quicktyped version - Freudian slippage )  

i know nothing about music, no names or few in fact i didnt know Nat was called NAt til a few years ago...

But i knew the second she went on my turntable an authentic best ever whitey voice... (Joan disqualified for suntan at least)

never mind wordSmithstress...

 Every word....for some decades... fabricated redemptive boastin...the clever kind which seems the exact inverse...

right now....

what does one do with the next twenty years the last failed

And even that  - she has no idea what a privilege...

I hadnt dared watch it....  

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/

needed someone to hold my hand....

complete failure...

nothing personal, he - the beardy in Saint Joans....

wouldnt have the first idea what FREE SPEECH is..

what i found only once in one place ... with two Europeans...

all the rest just....

well, they don't like YOU, for what you've said, before you've even said it

(i gave a great little acting demo of on hottest day  near Hocus Pocus, not all het up)

and certainly before they find out what your actual values are 

and actual story

and actual actions,  may be

In other words that whole fine 70s 80s counter culture failed 

As that's exactly what ...

to be cont

Now.. the scary thing is

 They're all now pretending they have read the Haidt book.

And they all just know it matters!

Ehh....no.

It's still really hard to  find a perfect word, Teletubbies, Andy Pandies,  as in fact its only for twenty five years been about one thing only

Appetites.

Even aside lands they must come into it and make noise...

be it by unnecessary machine - seeing how in the3 middle of nowhere from around 2010ish the suburban Lowland  incomer could ONLY create HIS identity, by strimming some little bit of verge outside HIS 'land', alongside the  road outside his homestead, in the middle of nowhere, when there was utterly no point in doing so that verge being unusable for even parking...

In fact more than anything else to scare off the pretend 'nomad' kind...

whom in fact for years had been pretending 'love' to pretend musac ...

When i am sure literature had figured out at least a  hundred years earlier that when you TELL people they are all so wonderful, loving, worthy, 'aware' .... unique.... nice... 

As every lanyardist, fake carer, paidfriend... from Social worker, through NYAS,  through environmental charity or not-for-profit...

Then they stop even knowing what those things are, in reality. 

In other words, childman Haidt, with his "the algorithm, alone, screwed with our kids heads.."  is the most dangerous book ever written, as it entirely misses what was already screwing with them for years....

as a FEW fine women i have encountered of recent times have indeed quite rightly also pinpointed..

But there is no hope as the majority, who's mum and sometimes dad went to Ross's hilltop (FAMOUSLY)  'chosen' people gatherations, chucking their used cans in our yard...

already knew they were all the chosen ones....  and chose not to even think any more about anything except their own appetite for being TOLD how 'aware' and  'free' they were...

add that to 'celebrity culture' the inability to teach anyone 'less is more', your 'reality tv' i have never even seen, but know enough about as nobody should ever be any elite we must know the enemy..

And you never had a hope...

But it is the way that the 'spiritual' guides and gurus speak, 97% female by now - the easiest grift saves the nails cleaning the bogs for a living - i have done so i am allowed to use as word picture!) speak...

I did do a great reeenactment for the Thomasinas...

them laughing at "hocus pocus" 

I think they understood...

which was the end of the road.

 

Now as stated, ehhhh....

Even if i know one should never even utter a word to the English all the immediate assuming..

I am only interested in previous region twenty five years trapped within - well not 'within',  as skirting their fringes,  and people watching, and then DOing eco projectiles.... one knew 

Forget it

No 'hopemaking' 

Even, or especially, him.

Him....

comes and takes over the fine old cheap charity shop....

And sets up a so called bookshop

(even if no locals read a book, ever, in thar sadly redneck smalltown right on the border...)

He... has all the neon bicycle kit .... all the right 'rig'...and in his shop window the second i saw it, i knew... but

I mean 2020 you are nice to the immo just begun..

Bad luck

I know that nobody lingered at his threshold for often twenty minutes which was about as much of his undergarment, closedness, one could bear, giving him the local INFO!

The good info. The good walks - the one beginning in the small town 'of walking' nobody ever used...

The massive paradise bluebell wood only 5km walk ...  nobody except me even knew existed, and in the spring i would most days meander up off the 'pathway' into without the need for any ideological fakeword...

a real hill person doesnt recognise boundaries. Ever...

Which is why he CAME here but every smallest body twitch in him was boundary...

 

Anyway in short they PROJECT a certain anarchy (i am not if you knew with old man Ralph 50 years ago humans fuck the environment as i am quite sure they did in 'indigenous' times too, and still do,  you need lore, to stop the folk....) 

But you never actually even see them off the little path that stays around their little town....

Where the girls - just the right ones who wear just the right Glasto garb....

 will have seen the fake book they display in their fake bookshop window...

Anyway the 'genre' began long before this latest round of coffee table nonsense for Notting Hill runaways when their drug dealer realises they cant pay his bill....

There was a certain kind of him, indeed two, kinds.. pretendly kind..

The first wave in the 80s just a few ..

And then come the 2000s well if he has been gobbling 'party drugs' since about three obviously he has ...issues

actually rather well described in yesterday's afternoon play.

Thing is.... it's really only an English thing. And as 'he' dominates, yet hides himself so well, how on earth does one explain this to a fine pair of foreign journeywomen..

From saner lands which didnt have as much " everybody's free" sheep behaviour for cash...

I don't know why i bother but i get slightly inspired by history rewritten...

Which will die with me as NONE of them even allow any 'bad energy'of telling the truth of why their boyfriends were such jerks, and ...

In fact just one 'place' - the one on the hill   3 km tough walk from us....

Did represent all of it

" ... there is only love vibes up at Ross's... solstice parties.... " funny that how living in the middle of nowehere 'deliberately', where they could have chucked their litter  bags of cans  guzzled on the way up to their small boutique raves for the most 'aware' inner circle cliques of the whole region..

(exactly those who in Swestershire gravitate to places like Gwerk..) 

into a hedge and nobody would have known for at least 6 mths   

they would chuck them into our farmyard... the only one  open space along that route up to their  little hiltop pilgrimage place 

Anyway all that matters is to KNOW where one belongs. 

In that perfect conversation, nowhere

Except with a couple who's minds do indeed have exactly the right space time coordinates.

And as no English could understand the difference.

This is only absurdism as no foreigner is going to care about something written in their holiday destination. 

Now, the problem is ... (Bimbo number one " ehh well Pandy* [ i should sell him my COPYRIGHT intellectual property all unique to me and all here for free] ...he is very very VERY 'liberal'.. wwhhoo thats not so good..."

Well, it began in the nineties...

With these awful men and their 'raving' rigs. Indeed any 'rig' never ends well.

And then they began to tell their huge congregations of drugged up sheep, pretending 'ecstasy' that they were having a good time. Despite being up all night for days.

And a human can only be human with plenty of kip.

Ahh the problem! 

A so called 'international language'

English being the 'Lingua Franca'.

I mean even that  sounds like some moron took too many pills and was up for days trying to regulate his throwing up system so as to puke up, what was already 'embodied' by their fake chromium/ashramite smiles, before they had even ripped off enough cash to  go to an actual one in India or on a proper road trip into the Badlands...

Her horrid Youessay...

Which even she, the perfect one i knew long ago, that Young American...

wrote this early spring she wish her father had been sane enough to abducterate her from age infant, and return her to safety...

His German airforce base (or something like that).

Anyway merely in one phrase, Lingua Franca, the Babel is represented ...

even if their English was more perfect than any American and almost any 'native' of the language, the one they spoke more perfectly than any other ...

As language is three dimensional. And i guess includes time. So indeed there are about five. 

And one of them, merely for a smallest bit of structure, or framework, is  anniversary.

Even if they are always silly.

So,  ehhhh.....  the lies, even if lie is a horrid judgie word, for think before you speak. Indeed if your values arent ROCK solid - which can only come from decades on the quicksand all around,  shut up. 

I mean in the strangest setting ever, you meet an interesting one  - a 'black sheep', and she lies " my marriage is over.."  but thats ok; what wasn't is how when she was caught out being wonderfully human and mixed up (van life, us listening to Van hersong in the back of mine, after doing the 'nature' thing for hours on end)  she goes and runs off to a priest, except of course by then they weren't called priests any more...

No by then these awful younger men who had taken too many pills in the 90s had gone and devoured bullshit 'scripture' and started to try and lure the babes or their 'support' = POOR, LOST, Hannah's loadsa wonga, with meaningless fancy words like 'eschatological'  - and it worked...

The other problem is show biz that even lured me in, in that my minor guru was Nanci... nobody can conceivably have such a quiet calm peaceful soul as Nanci... never mind use beautiful melody that the younger generation has chucked out like a baby, genitals  removed before their even first bathwater ...

In that even if i never ever ever would wish to know anything about music and who makes it or how, its bloody obvious that the 20th c was indeed the century of melody...

I mean even Mister Rotten opened it all up with a very melodic couple of bars which warmed the cockles 

pretending to be antimusac

never mind 'anarchy'

Just melody

In fact i bet he even had a church service for his near and dear on their departin'... just  fake

But  the worst of fakery....

decades i though the white guru was all warm cockly inside...

always made me feel warm and authentic

Indeed asked great questions, 

in her songs of two dimensions

the second being " well yes but no.."

But then in a very rare lets have a look at her in 'real' life, documentary a decade ago

Ferk me 

Nanci ..

sixty

ish

SO SO much angst and sour

unresolved daddy issues -  her own words

my ohh my the pain even if always all in the head, 

screwed her up like a lemon flavoured wetwipe dabbing at her eyes

and she died of it so before her time

 

In other words if anyone thinks that they can ever even slightly know what is in any American, they are as insane as any one of them

(except in supernice ultracommunity  town two weeks ago the rudeness!! out loud about their  Miss Appropriator of hocuspocus community leader ..identifying her for all to hear...her YAnk halfself....  the one she profits from.... . even if taking so much public money, well  that is allowed.... but its meant to be a lovely friendly 'community'....  i love ONLY incongruity*)

Anyway...i needed them for a day never mind the Paulo Neruda approved " a conversation doesn't begin until we have been speaking for an hour"

 

Even if we did understand....

everything. 

As all the words are nothing

When the body language is real.

 * it made Suzi laugh and she is the exact opposite of me... Nige fan

ok even she has her limits, " that Lowe one he's too low for me" 

Kindergarten...

 now all i care about and have proven, sneakily, is that 99% of British dont like kids which is why nobody looks at my kidvids

So many more uploaded as i wish to have a zero view Youtube but unlike Mister sad ridiculous drug dealer  Shantaram   who sums up unenlightened modern day fake 'bohemianism' or cowboyhatism, i would never say to anyone 'delete me'.

But education is tough  when a whole insipid 'tribe' of fakes comes even into MY former educational establishment - the actual wilds of The Borders up on The Black Mountains, and would think and sometimes even say that one is a baddie not 'protecting' one's three year old from seeing her growing zoo, only for her, then of loadsa bunnies...real cute little bundles of fluff, one day brutally massacred by a wandering stoat DESPITE our best efforts to stockade..

 

Which, although proper real pacifist (last audio on substack you all too lazy to listen to)  and 100%  bunny lover ...

Is a REAL lesson of real education.

"we better try even harder next time to make the large cage  - [which also served as lawnmower as if you have a chickenwire base and move it every few days then they munch away and you get your silly lawn  British landlords unlike European ones insist is 'maintained' just right, lawnmowed for free AND by a GREEN method...] stoatproof... i guess we have learned we aren't as perfect as we thought we were.... ohh well...and what a waste the little uns arent even large enough to   skin and  put on a cocktail stick in the oven... but it was OUR fault oops MY fault.... "

" no dad i was helping so metoo.."

" well ok yes if you insist [white lies being education too]..."

Now what i know is if one recanted that tale to a social worker 4 or 5 years later applying to foster a spare, in YUK they actually write you a letter saying " the upbringing you could provide...wild unpolluted rivers to learn to swim in properly.... ...many animals..is TOO perfect for a child we 'look after'...  it would be TOO emotionally risky for a child from a bit of a wonky past to be transplanted into your obvious happy successful nature rich present as they arent USED to such happy vibes and real outdoor education.... so we decline your application to be a foster.."

sic vomit reality thats what lanyardists were even in 2005...

what a shame i didnt have my dirty little habit of protective recording, then...

Now, she was defo here, in that first glorious year....

 how dare they recalibrate!

even if it took her two years, 

 til nineteen seventy eight

I mean how on earth did, one chose!?

Real quality.

never mind READ ALL DAY in the full sun and keep one's hat on 

when the Irish woman, even if nobody thought of her as anything other

than a bit of a lower class skivvy

But then they didn't spend that summer, her and me

she knew..... 

exactly what position i always adopted

Range, azimuth, and what if she sat just that way, i could see...

And before anyone had ever come up with 'gay icon' her tranny made it clear she was a real one.

Actually gay in the summer sun.

Anyway back to education, as that's all there ever was...

past tense.

Stuck in the land where Oxbridge won't even teach THE greatest of them all, their Thomas Bernhard,   the last seventy five years...  (my housing allowance username renamed something 'Universal' as universally this land merely monetised a home far far more than any civilised country, anywhere in the world....

username Schmutzer

password Bernie86 - when he died

I am 100% all the way, always, except quietly)

 

 Anyway even if a tad scratchy 

well you can hear her  inability, even if ten times more Queen Boudicca, 

 than any homo erotic Serbian marching anthem

To laugh at herself with herself

And i bet there was one excellent cultural critic, 

popping in for an insipid Eurobeer,

thinking, " ok ... reeasonable attempt, at being equal, but surely you can do better and the only weay there ever was even the stupid Ancient Greeks seemed to intuit

Go ALL the way

Fulltwit

And therein created the greatest art ever

Even if one just knew, those Krauten chaps....  took themselves just a tad too seriously.

Which is what modern 'politics' was meant to have dealt with once and for all. 

Which is hard to sum up, other than by showing that if you were brought up in the craziest place in the Western world surrounded by the 'enemy'  well you learn not to take yourself too seriously

Something that they dont teach in British private schools.

Nor real art and literture.

And poetry.

From when the Enlightenment actually got going.

 .

But being prejudiced even if almost everyone in our cohort had their first lp nobody ever mentioned her.

The only one who always no matter what sticking her on immediately cuts through any residual  draining boredom at their stuck drains...

And just feel great! 

Always.

Ahh too much sun now to use laptop and i never use any machinery in the dark

All i know is if she could be got into a 'wellness' retreat,  they may actually work.

But it would take a real one to admit what doesn't, and who they are, really

 

Absurdismus

 

 filling up the  plastic water bottle rescued from someones recycling with bullshitin stream water

bless err....  the staring bird.

At least one starer is crystal clear about what is in her head.

As there's a look....

Now... i forgot about the greatest goddess even if her song well a bit of a moan too, however...

There is moaning with only words, and moaning in a way that clearly means the opposite ... (Fortsetzung folgt)

Open window presented
Off'nes Fenster präsentiert

Sparrow clouds flutter in the sky
Spatzenwolken himmelflattern

So the thing is...

How do you explain to some fine Europeans what they will not find in their tourist guide. In fact even their Thommy would not be able to imagine or satirise the truth:

( especially that the pretend carers or 'therapists' steal THE story - not mine, mine is simple, that ten years ago living IN hills like these  in a place where there should be healthy sanity...  aside, in a perfect 

slowing down place 

the lanyard class and arrive even there, 7 km slow cycle away, 

but not one tells the truth of the sort of country bumpkins

that half of them,

in a place where there should be no 'emotional stress' thats the ferkin point!

 have 

Hortstörung

Die Hortungsstörung (Disposophobie oder pathologisches Horten) ist eine psychische Erkrankung, bei der Betroffene einen extremen Drang verspüren, Gegenstände anzuhäufen, und unfähig sind, sich davon zu trennen. Dies führt zu massivem Chaos, der Einschränkung von Wohnräumen und erheblichem emotionalem Stress

They won't put that in the tourist guides, or air b n bee bullshit..

or Der Standard....

my 'story' well i tried to care and tolerate ...them...

But there comes a point where, yes, you must  seek someone of the same strength, ... same power...

Not sick with Hortstörung

Or all their other endless disorders

And they don't exist any more, even in the tough resilient person,  rural aside lands.. LAST REGION

Only interested in last region.

Far far better Fallstudie  than their dull Swesteregion 

Someone the same strength. Nothing to do with any physical exercise. 

Extinct....

But absurdismus whilst not my genre is at least a partial remedy

or used to be.

Until their 'healers' and therapists' and and 'facilitators', and guides and shamaniacs, could no longer remember that laughing at ALL of our absurdism, 

the wonky human condition

 means at  THEMselves, too.

Which is exactly what happened 

when they invented 'National Socialism'.

Or any other kind of fanaticism

And when the 'retreat' leaders or 'healing' guides or merely welness skivers,  cannot read between his glorious lines and think, "he may be meaning, metoo.... "

Of course they drove their kids mad, too

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