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well, that was weird....(that was two days ago, i been busy...)
to be finished in a few days, maybe ....
Inspired by an extremely rare actual thinker and her "niceness" words this morning. (I do believe Pol Pot had a 'nice' smile)
errata: for several years, " not that anyone ever tipjars, buy-me-a-coffee's, paypals a penny"
Which was never the plan anyway.....
But i do ponder and pathwalk pondering almost full time and there is a REASON to splurge all ....
few have seen.
Anyway someone did, so i cannot say " not that anyone would ever ponder paying up for actual 'mindfulness' stuff that is better than any other; how do i know that? because when they see and stare just how ultra unbothered zenned you are and the way your body does dance and flow without putting on some tai-chi fancypants...my ohh my they really do get the swordstick out and unsheathed... (behind ones back of course) ..proof my mindful zenny mediterraneanitation quit never=-bothered smiley actual smile ...works..."
As that would now (as of 10 days ago) be false speech and that's naughty too.
one small problem, after nearly two years meandering (and working sometimes, being ripped off for wages, but i just laugh.. really, i wouldn't dream of 'calling out' such shabby people as the ultimate offence is not paying a wo/man their hard earned daily bread paid for by blood sweat and never any tears, but i do tough work .... propper countryman work at times ... thats remedy to those so shabby they trick you even on day-labour wages... an offence for at least several thousand years, the big one... )
i gone and found at last the best super quiet beach stopping place WITH free parking right at the shore!
so.... my ,mind is on living rather than speaking about it...
Righty ho my project some years (after lasterregion
the women of the hills that region even would rip you off for wages...
(wouldnt dare if they knew you were part of a secure couple - The Greens can never remember to manage actual human nature - that wont change any time soon...) is only to offend, by showing actual proper 'free'
as one can be
living in and by nature
necessarily
(as Ms S is quite privileged to have been communiqued on very few hear that real story of why..... better be no fixed abode...it's no joke, it is the real version of how they will try and shut you up in this fetid land....use your own blood against you as weapon.... . )
To be continued
definitely.
Some loose ends cannot be left dangling
(i have a few from even two years ago left dangling here, in mind, still... all of them... in a mental list because i care)
yes it is 'ignorance' the greatest threat but no threat gets to me i merely wish the fuller story out fully
And not for me.
One day soon ...
much more real zencan in the can but takes days to get to charging points.... when the weather is like this and one has earned abit of taking it easier...
(explains why park4night is about as useful to you as a locked toilet, as most are all winter )
In fact "stealth" vanning and all these guerrilla living terms from people mainly who smoke a lot of drugs - continually, especially in places like Penzance, so never get out much to actually park all night, and wake up at dawn happy to be alive, despite them....
The real reason you should give up and live 'aside' is that there was once 'oldschool' ... codes, ethics, mere "human" stuff.... and THE most important of all was accurate information. That was the honourable credo of all people living a tad non-mainstream.... but especially the slightly nomadic, or even on the run.
The fact that many cannot even write in legible paragraphs in park4night and anyway the information is SO inaccurate is tragic - i know dozens of far better park ups than the few they scatter around in both the regions i know well, but this really does mean there is NO hope...no 'community'... nothing left...so go stealth. Pretend "human"ity doesn't exist as it may as well not .
(and that's before the we-men took over and leave their car park lights on all nigh despite being 4chan eco saviours )
"Vanlife," or van-dwelling, is an unconventional lifestyle of living in a car, van, or other motor vehicle, offering freedom and a mobile, often minimalist, way of life.
not my yellowing why does AI do this? (and no AI can understand why almost ALL van people now
take even their hair dryer and a kitchen sink vanning
I have almost nothing and am certainly more happy due to that fact )
All the chubbies ranting at top of their voices about their 'health' in ALL the 'public spaces' down here...
the gobby american rating about what went into her gob last night. Even louder
Right the end of the road means finish cataloguing the trip. Even if that's not my job as there is no point no one can manage any accurate info i think it might intimidate
And then there are six interestingish months to sort of de-onion skin
soon
It disturbs me when it says 1000 clicks in a few days....why ??
yes right no point even extemporising
The greatest shock of the last decade is how few people actually read proper books....
Which.. CREATE that 'imagination' so as to DO more being you KNOW what to do as your 'imagination' has worked out good old fashioned what should be and what is just bad
Zen Enlightenment. Free; and easier than 10,000 hours listening to your breathing. Or Sam Harris. Indeed, DO something useful, for society, too. And earn some actual 'karma'.
Free unlimited offer, if anyone can manage to maintain consciousness throughout any Mister Harris (the so called world's top intellectual - my my how they fawn ..) talk for more than ten minutes i will supply three hours a day of mindful gobbledygoog like radio 3u does whatever on earth that is...
And guarantee (unlike the 'Mindful' babes who really really ...reeeeealllly spit ...like a spurned Serb, if you say " i swear on my daughter's life.." my pledges are always OMDL ) if you think Sammy makes more Sense i shall supply free membership to his University or at least a how to..
But the best University 'learnings' of all is try and stay 'awake' with him under your pillow at sheepcounting time as i often do, and on the extremely rare occasion one of the 'mindful' has got to me i guarantee it is not possible to remember their dodgy doings for more than one segment ... On the rare occasion that i EWOULD like to listen to his communicant i have to start from the beginning at least 5 times as its just impossible to stay awake...
(Idiot Wind,” “The howling beast on the borderline that separates you from me.”)
Especially as i have a plot
Mister " blood on the saddle flies buzzin' around your eyes" has still to be...?
There must be some actual use
to get him over some "borderline"
And be, better than he is, as shetoo is
(unlike the van patinators Mighty Moth doin' mighty work every dawn to actually feed the "community")
Anyway what a thicko forgeterrating that line even if i think its only in the very best vintage, the seventy four... "NYC session"...
when great things like BAbs came out of YAnkeeland
ohh my thats WONDERFUL
All great spirit and some of the first equal best cinema direction, ever....
used to occur on pastel bluboats....
(an actual legal/freespeach principle in her name too i only recently had time to have stumbled upon)
until of course they used 'learnings' to try too hard
And looked beyond the tip of their own fine Noze - i would have married here merely on that finest sculpted softcurve of a protruberance
In another life.
Meanwhile what REALLY matters? (knowing full well no actual wise beautiful poetical UNIVERSAL pictures have been rit for decades.... ) the rewrite....
When i read this astonishing little thing a decade ago maybe a bit longer
having "raised myself on his fine literature"
My understanding is it wasnt about the People of The Book vs the Ragheads less-likely-to-headbut-their-wife-to-death as they consume far less evil grape, no one ever bothers mentioning merely focusing on some extreme faction, at all..... it was Universal...
just any old fanatic
even if theres sure no hope curing the younger ones of anythin' especially now they most of em default to tellin' you about their label in sentence three....
Which a man cannot even write musey poetry about....
Should really be up there with More's Utopia .....
And Silas....
and.... just a few others.
Shame that it all got so diversified into a load of drivel ....
oops whats my theme meant to be, something about .... to becont
( i think i will soon in fact give away for free dozens of just-fine atches nearly two years worth, of priceless, no parking fees ever ok places to just Be...)
Which is: two decades ago AVOID those whom may know what an 'atch' is...
or think they do as some ex Londoner, or worse, Brightoner, has Miss Appropriated the word around some big town campfire they can only afford to be around, as they stole their competitors recipe for vudu stew, and sell it (with extreme cutting sharpedged, new, not age, old, presentation values) to the richer suckers who go to Glastonbury to buy fleeces and then get fleeced...
(but they never quite ADMIT it - thats the thing..... even at my 2020-1 New-age Paradise, where we fidnt age cos we were new.... and had the best winter ever! the "illicit girls" https://illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com/ the old nag - who literally could only speak, errata nag, of things wrong with her.... the toughest "bird' by far ever... as she had as Malle wrote
the film "Damage," Anna Barton says, "Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive," which is a key quote from the movie
not my yellowing - wjat do you get when you put 'AI' into Oggle, just more complicated PAperchasing... Even if they went bust last year or the one before what a Paperchaser is is in Britolite of the 1980s things were ok and i was ultra gypsy no home anywhere bobbin' about the airways in a small craft .... anyway 'progressive' culture/ politics/ comedy - via the likes of Rick Mayall they say there was a "conspiracy" to bump him off as he was too good, blahh blahh... Pilger was not, to the best of my extensive ACTUAL EU 'learnings' in person, THERE - in the EU eating, flaneuring living laughing and fucking it occasionally errata they didnt know how to do that, they made love artfully and fully, respectfully.... ... not published in Europe ... [ i tried to coerce Virginie the Chret-nicked, into real Pilgerite politics which merely said mid 80s " britain should be in the queue for The HAgue, way ahead of Serbia " quite rightly...
Anyway as the rather good culture of the late 70s and early 80s kicked in the all seeing eye - mine...couldnt help noticing that if a woman - and it always was at first (men caught up! equality came about) , had progressed to being obsessive with the LOOK of her desk and paper - Paperchase cashing in on that BIGtime.... then the letters written, and writing written indeed almost every word emanating
became the opposite of what, i guess in good faith, was the plan. Acid laced garbage.... and in fact rather desperate.
Having just the right 'writing set' in whatever pastel colour coordinated colours, does not make even for good thought, never mind whats next after that, bravely "warrioring" forth with it.
To me the Paperchasing became first real symbol of
the rotten hull
oops this was meant to be just under the second line
but as always the no-time-to think, or design, or present ANYthing elegantly.... when it was metoo...
twenty year'nago
means splurge superfast even if it looks horrid
(which is ... the amount of times in the last decade i have said " mindfulness and all that hokum is the exact opposite ... as i know one thing for sure, what we need or what WORKS we cannot EVER get from any 'menu'..." )
In fact the coconspirator..... yestereve i confirmed she kindof is in the loop describing exactly how one utterly irrelevant mature (indeed as they say looks old and dead) Kurteenie had crossed a simple line...as they really are very simple
we knew in 1980 you do not spread false malicious opinion about someone you do not know in any way at all .... who even in this case APPEARS to be 100% on the same side as yourself... as one thing is as sure as ferrits is that the pollution is so bad (wow to hear from her mouth yesteraft wanderin' to Walrus cove she said " and the microplastics are breaching the blood brain barrier, were righ fucketty fucked now... " something like that....
So thing is down ..here.... in fact i am getting to like it as one never actually has to bother with anyone (tthe cocon she been through my mill - subtly grindin her to bits to see if she hisses )
As their act.... 100% genius act..... " i am Little Miss Community... " when theyre old bags without HER fabulous sex appeal - the one who chimed and we became orchestra rattlin out Gorecki's 3rd except better as the pollution of Katovice had warped the bowstrings.....
.... rather than what 99.9% do which is smile at you whist figuring how to stab as of course "youtoo" one would never actually say as i am polite ...sort of...
means your use of planetary resources may need a tad of monitoring ... 4wd back and forth the beach... only 3km away almost every day...
nope...
reduce reuse recycle doesnt apply to them ....really.. (when no ones looking) even if they make the flowery signs!
As twenty years ago i saw all over ....
Anyway atches....
I have my whole set.
This one is curiously one of the best but only for 24 hrs max
I shall have to describe it in a bit.
But one of the very best bits of it is there is no way some fake 'bohemian' (soundbowl sales "bird" or Ponzi schemer) from Gwerk would turn up and park aside...
As in fact they - not themtoo, those whom may say things like "glasto is ok and we make the occasional pilgrimage ' etc....but they are not only the ultra 'conformist' ' normies' vicious THATcherites in fact.... ALL - as was the case in lasteregion, is only a competition for limited resources - one in the SW especially being very limited parkin'....
Anyway the above pictured quick Oggle search results mean history is over,. as well as being rewritten, as it simply isn't true.
(i have zero interest in 'Roma' people indigenous bullshit as i saw it being monetised by fat bluehairs from Birmingham into the 90s... none of whom actually would ever wish to BE in an 'atch' but just more con... " pity us poor 'travellers'..." none actually travelled and all the blokes were alcoholic madmen anyway, which then became mad junkies... ....
There were however in days gone yore, Hardy's times, yes a few 'traditional' places where after the Enclosure Act it may have been.... bits of fringe land no one bothers with... Diggory, The Reddleman knew them
... and of course the racist cuntery towards the REAL gypsy was real and they had to band together in small herds....
But by 75 years ago (i have some of the original 'indigenous' gyppo lit its very good .... ma Gyp trappin' bunnies, etc... )
very few brownish folk are on the run.... in fact really the 'new age traveller' who sort of replaced the original roofless, were just lookin for places to do drugs en masse sounds like I am prejudiced ... not really
Until maybe 15 years ago my ohh my they ramp up their con....
And anyway none of it is real.
what do i mean by that?
well apart from anything else a real gyppo on the run knows set your body clock to awake WITH the light as that's the best time to break camp and travel on...
None of the Gwerk expensive-vannites... hand painted on rust to look bohohipster ...and attractive to her no doubt...
In fact it's not even 'lifestyle' vanpeeps as all they actually do is lust after MR superrich houseboat's lifestyle but never admit it... which is no life: hiding your truth
'vanlife' or any of these trends ... have any connection whatsoever with
being 'aside' ... and/or not being part of the "beast" "machine" or whatever stupid 'conspiracy' gig they rattle out around the (up from Gwerk) campfire whist actually discussing the extremely expensive version of the compulsory 'retreat' to vomit puke all over some poor 'indigenous' slaves sofa at some YAhooaskher 'ceremony' in Guatemala or wherever the local authorities havent yet managed to discover Trades Descriptions Act legislation
The atches are primarily to be ASIDE any other so called "free" ones as take it from me, they arent....
BUt then.... an original indigenous Gyppo (surely i could register for 'protection' - yet anoyther club!)
may know the real key to life...
its when your own 'kind' actually get you evicted (via their hissy tongues) from best woodland atches...
This is when the ACTUAL real 'energy' is "alchemised" and "embodied" into actual positive mojo "energy" ... the real hardon occurs
rather than the merely porn wank to Martin Pretchel which doesnt even 'energy'ise you to wake up every day no matter what with the actual "LIGHT" and love every photon.....despite
them
who indeed go to the "shamanic" retreat courses.... to be like you
To actually be, me....
(And i never boast
Never i am so under the radar.... few know i live only ion a snail shell for best part of 4 years....)
They actually as soon as they encounter me ... these Caca ists ..i still cant decide should it be 'cacao' ists or caca ists the latter being pure truth: they are full of it
Or Kurteenagers...maybe thats better .... this is all a FULLT TIME work in progress...!!
nope Kurteenies... as their teenie weenie minds, are so disguised in the fine art they cannot find...
even if they think theytoo are worth the overprice
Anyway as soon as one whom preaches 'beautiful people' shaman freedom we are all 'One' ... we seek 'Oneness' etc yabber yabber... meets me they actually start stabbing
always behind your back of course
telling tales
to people like the Nazi Trust...
Except when their 'tales' arent true
Well thats "the borderline that separates me from you"
Am i goin' Altzhy....
is it this un.....
(you cannot say to some modern one...better not call her a term of endearment 'bird'...as i told her but of course could not be heard to busy "herding men"... " your university we knew decades ago only confuses and monetises and .... i know FAR more real psych than any of themtoo.... life and GREAT poetry and literature is University.. you sprinkle in their 'ADHD' or BPD or whatever other smartfool term they come up with...only to learn the way to fuck their military industrial pharma complex..up the arse... eventually, with such poise and grace you even have top judges suckin' on it....a bit.... its all just a game always has been always will be..."
so yes is this it
so sad when you cannot meet any... even if one is in training ...and it has worked
lesson 1: The "ultrabitch" simply does not exist.....
ooh.. i didn't know you could do that - compress a photo
squash it
stand on the caca that is all over.... but dont bong your bowls at too low a 'frequency' when the caca is flowin' as it may spoil it's look with all those vibes
(if i see one sign on a very very very very unhappy looking and dangerously unhealthy looking, and dangerous looking, female saying 'positive vibes only, here' i shall stick my head under something that has real vibes - a pneumatic roadmaking hammer device that vibes the new tarmac flat with a real 'force' )
and lots of other places of exotic species, all of whom DO nothing
Except chat caca or self pity... (except one)
But only a fool thinks that the smiley eye to eye many of them almost demand ...even on The Track, is real; or has meaning.
Strange world when almost all by default would say (to their therapist at least) I seek meaning.
In other words if i wished to fill in hashtags ....
search engine optimised, actual reality..
But the actual reality is so shabby and gone to the dogs (ice cream at 3 quid a dollop)
There is no point even filling in, truth stranger than fiction.
Only because the 'fiction' created in this lost cause of a dumbed down nonculture, is so cowardly custard
Voltaire would be disgusted.
Especially at how my ohhh my " you cannot say ...that.."
I mean in real life, 'normie' land .. which is more surreal than if a seagul went and stole my meal from the chair next door and laid it on my lap as food, for thought
Errata i don't need to think, for years the same lost causes.
But it is fun at last to have contemporary lexicons for the two main class of cons
The Cacaoistas
And Kurteenies
Because there are only two classes...as Stendhal so beautifully described a few hundred years ago and nothing 'changed'... even if class two seems to spend a lot of energy pretending it is of class one...
+++++++++++
i thought so :-)
even the 'AI' isn't so thick that it cannot manage some kindergarten English:
In slang, "caca" (pronounced "ka-ka") means excrement or feces,
" ... every single person down here says every single person down here is some nice sweet dropout to nirvana of only nice people..... now, look up 'PCB' .... in the 70s there was awareness, never mind thalidomide, DDT .. PCB ...CFC... people of good faith had realised that in fact faith in such things had been Miss Placed and they killed...people.... never mind loadsa nature...
" if you look up PCB basically the short version they banned the obvious baddie PCBs but there remained whole unknowable ecosystem of other similar chemicals ... that may be in fancy paints... newcar paints... never mind all the cleaning products....and last year a guesstimate came through the science that in fact there are more PCBs really badly food-fad poisoning the food and certainly the seas - it being recommended buns in the oven shouldnt be subject to more than a couple of sardines a week....
" indigenous bullshit i saw first hand all over the world how from the 80s every single third world tribe was addicted to REALLY bad shit soap operas loudly on in the corner of everywhere.... indeed i am quite sure Pretchel's local towny bars had endless bad soaps on too .... his ACTUAL 'indigenous' 'learnings' - their latest buzz word no not the Prechtels the Eisensteins and their covens...
"'learnings'...
"All the Prechtels REALLYcare about is grifting the con so that THEYTOO can afford to repaint their beach huts every three years...
" and bingo theyve hit the jackpot loadsa con-clicks and of course.... the 'chicks'.. flock in too... indeed if you think about it 'birds' are as stupid as sheep just following each other
( unless they stare straight into your caveman soul and INTERUPT....coitus... interupting with true sex.... "the bats too" ...in fact thats going on my gravestone i cannot afford, so long looking questing ... her .)
" IF THEY ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT... they ....would 'gather' in covens and go to the local pubs ... 'ehh chaps PCBs are becoming even more indigenous....so just maybe you may consider how, this whole peninsula the ratio of paintpots used per person one can see all around is far higher than some scummy North eastern estate .... ' ... in other words surely there comes a point where somehow one makes the point that all painting so the English can see...is part of the problem..... and here personified is the problem is at a rate higjher than average....so dont call yourselves nice and twee...
" anyway thats never going to happen.... its called feathering nests... and the Engilliterate cannot even manage Bernhard who was the ultimate nest pisserin which is an honourable real modern profession....
" but i tell you just one thing.... years i had to basically not speak my truth.. living in gentrification lands a good thing one could decbate as the indigenous were en masse drunkard wifebeaters...
"HOWever.. their empire is one of housepainting, endless doing up to look good.... and i could never speak my true self.... or you would be evicted or worse....
" THE one [except the obvious] true wonderful thing i didnt know about until i Bee it.... was a few years ago maybe due a modicum of freewheelin anonymity...no longer NOT speaking my 'truth' .. no longer putting a cork in it as it was dangerous to speak truth ...as it is here but i dont care here... THAT above all... being more or less only fully honest about ones genuine real personhood.... changes fully the mind body.... so so absolutely real change..."
So even if the Odyssey ended on the thirteenth of Oktoberfest lasteryear
Homer, like ALL "indigenous" buzzwords
That their ultimate virtue-word
Omitting troublesome little facts like most women indigenously, were left by dint of some religion or 'tradition' 'ceremonially' scrubbers
of the carrion hides back at the yurt
(most actual protein in all of "humanity" bein' gathered - naturallydead beasts are far easier to gather for the BBQ than occasionally arrow one then show off the big event in cave paintings that dramatise extreme minority events)
indigenous .... yes that old biscuit that, well, the one whom started that .... on his stolen loot
Loads of it
I could name as he is well dead and his spirit hasnt been sleeping in her dreamcatcher or under her bed ....ohh yes she sold it to her the yank Queen Elizabth
probably along with her treasure trove of the most collectable ' indigenous books' on red Indians the glamourpusses started to covet so as they could share within their coven even back
then
(i got 'indigenous' the other day basically if one focuses on the coloniser indeed genocidere one lot, the 'indigenous' West Indian blackfolk maybe the best example as in fact the imported black folk around the 1800s i do believe - sugar trade workers or the like....detail never matters.... .
they actually killed off the indigenous lot who were there BEFORE them... i.e. the Carib 'Indians'..
But deifying one dead people, over the one before them who were far too sensible to Yahhooonascer vomit out good grub bbqd around their Stone Age campfire
is just as usual denying the indigenous identity of the first people
In fact if one is even clicking on this con
made by a beer addicted towny who needed to find some con to pay for his rounds of beers to all his towny mates.... and continue bein' thought the ultimate good egg
(no different from AT LAST !!!!!!she gets it Spring Greens ... just another one of those endless gatherings to virtue signal as near as possible to Bulmer's totem pole.... all he cares about is which of the coven may just forget that being eco means himtoo, always.... [ huge files of dirt one day soon] and his lawnmowing habit in spring for his Spring Greens is part of the symbolic problemtoo
So yes deifying a Johnny come lately load iof indenouses who one can be quite sure if they didnt actually bbq babies on mountain tops to offer up to the 'Gods' as loadsa indigenous South American tribes did
when one can be fairly sure that the actual indigenous people the ones who NEED 'protecting' and clickbait clicks who knew you dont waste ANY flesh of ferkin ritual
or ferkin shamanic mumbo jumbo vudu venereal diseased thinking that anyone knows the 'ineffable'...
So anyway all venerating any indigenous anything is of course virtue signalling and rather dubious history rewriting never mind oppression of the 'original' hairy people who wouldnt be wasting good food, or fire...on ..
well it all comes down to as soon as there were words, some shirker tried to use them to create skymonkies to con others into ignoring the fact that they didnt do their fair share of the cookin' and cleanin'... and pelt scrubbing
all just prostitution.
But .... i never thought i would see at last
And she was even a tad BArbie.....
Just one... one only ever
Grew up .....and stood up even sat down as tall
as can be and
did wipe the floor in true beauty stakes even with her younger self....
..no script, as its impossible to keep on them around me, no hesitation
three perfect words... no sharpening the knives to backstab every other one seems trained in from birth i guess....
(bahh one but she aint quite there yet)
Indeed no 'sex' .. just purest unmittigated MODERN knowing "human"
(that knows if the 'indigenous' couldv built a bathuntin' honeytrap they would have outsmarted the original people and ... well we wouldnt have had any VAmpires for the latest indigenous indegenites to mould themselves upon...)
THE greatest compliment one could ever give a REAL one.....
Like, ever....
Despite the awful scouser
(no i will NEVER listen again to anyone saying Lennon was killed due him being a profit of anything as i know..... he put profit over his own son.... i know
as his own son was codependent on the worst guitarist in history....
mine own blood
still.....and theyre on Rogan saying " well thats very unfair as Jooles wouldnt have us on like we desrve .. it really hurt me." well someone should have drowned them decades ago their musac so hurts the senses... and olding so called men still boys at 62 who think they have earned a musical career rather than being an exotic
plant
His awful wife beating father too pissed to water him in his youth so he never had a chance at living
(oooh thats very slam true-potty-poet good...)
Peel .....
Almost as bad with his smug knowing drole drawl..
eulogising the bathroom product addicted Fergal
Anyway, there is one compliment, only one, that is the creme de la Royal Jelly supplement slathered all over her slim lined face....about seventy i do believe ish...
I am quite sure (one can tell) no one peers over him - Mister I-got-a-big " penis extension called a bigger Trident https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawker_Siddeley_Trident than you and a British Airways pension to boot"
" so are you into jungle sex the way your best-ever Toyota Hiace van is crammed full with exotic plants...i noticed... but i know you are ok the way you refuse to park lined up like kippers, so.. and you drive your own path.... "
So i know no one has basically ignored him except to take the piss out of his heavy metal Captaincy
twas the moment i ....well i ignored him and hertoo....
" look your Mister jungle..... a mole told me he spent only 250 quid on plants last year..... but probably 250 thousand on uniforms and paintjobs for his fleet of fancy vans..... but thats not the REAl hippo in him, mister We-man Tim...... its the way they leave the lights on over their massive tourist trap car park.....
" of course the We-men are immune to actual rainforest rules in their theme park, bein' REAL environmentalists have known fifty years iof you leave the fuckin lights on bright
even half the night
it... buggers up the 'birds'' MINDBODY MIX ....
so shut the fuck up about your little day out in his theme park
you're dealin' witha REAL man now, oui, Antoine... Saint... whom traversed the mountains at night,
alone, no lights, in his little putput... to get Iron MAiden to the gig on time
or LA Poste in in time for croissants et REAL coffee
Bigjobs are for homos who need a big bang in a gang.."
But the moment... well in fact just the warm up him sulking no big engines impress me
Evil is of course dressing up special when real "human"s should have grown out of that centuries ago as a prancy illness thats a distraction from DOing anything real like caring about DDT PCBs napalm too...
But the ....well SAudade.... the moment that civilisation maybe more than any bubbled up into perfection ....well it is most of The Mong's underrated musicality as an actual GREAT guitar man underrated sidelined but ....
Upon emcountering the right version....
some years ago: Actual REAL the best of "human" is in it, indeed symbolised the high priest moment the Pope at Peels little window....
Almost all of Mister Mongo Manzanera..... just gets IT
Is...
all we needed somehow....
But then, theres something more....
At nine minutes and 30.... then 45 secs in....
whist Serbia was still stuck on dodgy gyppo tracks... from ancient history their so called favourite ever film earworms....
when you turn to no feature ONLY an old "bird" ...
"look luv dont bullshit me with the bird-killers bullshit i got film of his lights on all night...."
Having asked her HER name...not him Captain Tristar....
The moment when you know s/he are gonna turn around and say " how rude of you ...
you can rant on my soapbox all you want but Ill turn my jetblast on youtoo
to protect her honour.. "
She.... at " and the birds are fucked in the headtoo
by his Garden of Fake Eden and my Project is to satirise every single one of them
That perfect BRITISH culture when it was perfect
it predicted
She at last had come
And the way her eyes burned with real bright
And stared at me as if Brian Eno was ticklin her fanny still with his feathery boas
....And she chimed, as if dawn and spastic 'God' hadnt come along and Gardened them all into believeing
Woman is a slithering underbelly
she alone....
when
he aside is revving up his jet blast of "how dare you"
looks in the eyes and chimes
" and the BATS too!!"
And my ohh my to " well your childhood coves down the road ruinedtoo by all their prozac pee and PCB insanity....."
Him having been stuck well and truly into reverse thrust and shut tjhe fuckup...
" and my friend.... shetoo... i depair at the gallons of bleach she dumps in her drains.... "
I didn't ask her to be, my equal... and also be the purest Saudade ever and in fact exactly how we would have been in 1975 or 80 no bullshit there's no woman or man or polite crap only ..
actual
passion
at last
and undoubtedly the most beautiful woman ive ever seen.... lined and haggard at 70ish...
made her look actually forever young
and i dont flatter anyone
Her old lined face still radiates solar everything in my minds eye
now
++++++++++++++++++++++
bonus feature: " so what was your career past...?"
posh"bird" from Surrey accent
presented as if Cosmo was
invented for her
( one assumes " equerry to something or other")
" ehh i was a mechanic... i fixed planes....just a 'spanner' really..."
"flip ... i remember Sonja weatheril first woman commercial pilot kindof in the SE in training she was great she was kraut actually she learned at the little flight school i bummed around ... then it was so sad the way the sexism was towards her the comments and jokes no one really meant but she must have been tired out worrying if they did.... ... but only a few years later it all did change ... . but i never met all those years a female spanner wow you really were a 0.1% .. thank god it did change ..."
.... So, for ten or more years, even if i am sure it was there behind the scenes if one took a 'deeper dive' ...
The creeps and weirdos, (she just got Protein Works into her interview for the eighth time) of the 'alternative' media re paid for by spivvy snake breeders oiling their wheels with overpriced....
errata, if a 'supplement' is fraudulent, then any price is a con....
Even 4 chan sucked in to promoting, her brand.... of 'supplement' even if they try and use every word except 'supplement' as a certain Mr Jones really rather bad PRd that whole world of conning...
whom, as i have been saying for over a decade in fact twenty years " 99% of people who have little green men crawling over their bottle of supplements, or hear voices telling them that they will find PAradise on Shitcreek if they park up at Creekside and smile at all the actual junkies meandering at dusk... 99% HAVE LOST THEIR SLEEP...prior to being carted off to the funny farm.. so get your sleep contant and 100% always, first...."
AT LAST!!
But the sadthing..... (there being NO Britolites who attempt to alternative mediate the Mil/Ind/Pharma/advertorial/conartistsnakebabes/ complex easy matter of they all NEED stuff..... no Brit bothers to plod away as fair dinkum the addicted to fixing Brett and Heather do....
But the 'fixing'.... so so so 99.99% comes down to neurosis and they have to have water filters fitted to all their showers as a bit of heavy metal may get in their tear ducts...
No yank can be less is more or
" well if you believe all the ultra neurotics that the tap water will kill you buy a bucket and collect rainwater ....which you only need once a week anyway .. " nope some clever dick expensive 'solution' is always there in the endless advertorial that Yankland became...
But of course it is the subtler.....subtlety is the key, to what is even worse.
The Britolindependent voice who is pimpin her "extreme value proposition" whom of course isn't 'independent' she is just a part in yet another New Age bigcon....
of the 'supplement'.
But because she is on the 4chan business segment at 0618 .... well of course she isn't selling some bigcon but "value for money" ... and she needs to sack ordinary workers without good cause and endlessly churn looking for even younger smart alec spivs
selling her supplements...
to those addicted to the notion that
Now I am not immune and soon
The Stories - as ONLY story works...
I remember well 17 or 18 years ago as glucosamine was being pimped as " just one thing you MUST need and will be an achey old tertraplegic
(my first official training manual DID at last work on her
what was the joke? " were can you find a tetraplegic? .. where you left him" bum bum....
( My many year speech: ... " watch Intouchable 2011... he fucks on, even if with his ears, on drugs.... and ends up having two more kids it makes me cry the ending..its the only ever movie i have watched 4 times .... and i HATE hate hate fast cars every time i hear that roar i think of the roads around Gwerk and all the boy racers on hard drugs roaring around and hoping....she ..isn't inadvertent victim ...
..uk... the Jojo made 5 years later so she had plenty of time to consider her ... similar in many ways... the crip has his carer falling in love with his movie star looks, and bank account.....which he uses at the end to buy a one way private jet flight to Zurich...Me Before You. Uk has a REAL problem, of being a moaning death cult, especially the way so many women especially and libraries feature the Jojo book so prominently.... as if its some kind of blueprint they wish to pimp when not busy being bluehaired...")
Even i was hatecrimed into " hmm well my joints will seize up come sixty unless i pay up a tenner a month for of course the BETTER quality glucosamine..... ooohhh and now they have brought out statins which every doctor in the world has been brainwashed to tell everyone in the world always that if you cock a snoop at them you'll be dead by sixty for sure.... or a crip in a wheelchair slavvering like Philippe.... [my true actual hero due his laughter, and teary romanticism, and love of his brown wheelchait motor] .."
But,.... what you have to do, is seventeen or eighteen years ago, minus about three weeks.... simply say " nope.... youve been advertorialled intoo.... MAYBE they may oil the joints a bit...maybe not.... but its a far far better thing i do to have a more or less CREDO: no...
whatever nature has in store for me.... dance with her ...naked, and no snake oil based very richpeeps skincare products either...
Just say no as the fine old wife of the devil once said
No..i got better things to do..... like walk a lot... " hmm how strange hardly anyone my age walks The Track .. as much as me... how weird, their glucosamine must have worked so brilliantly theyre all actually jogging marathons on Everest (ohh thats a point her picture, NEXT!!!) fool i am stuck here slithering along this humble Track all by my lonesome..."
(of course the likely reason none of the rest of em have time to walk 50km a week ideally is theyre so so busy scouting the junkyards of Gwerk looking for bargain rotten hulls which werent fixed in time due all that " self actualisation" looking for Mister Perfect
according to Eckheart
who doesnt exist so the hull never got fixed.... by one's helpmeet
in a team of two [=3]
so theres an extreme value proposition if they but her out, cheap... and floggit for firewood
so they can afford the luxury special version of glucosamine that is so luxury guaranteed to extend knees for decades so they can be busy getting in and out of cars and 4wds all that time theyve got to spend driving around looking for ways to extreme value proposition so they can afford the extreme price...of their supplements and all that... so they never have time free to try out the 'science' ... day after day after day no matter what your aches are walking the Track...... which is indeed how you do keep yourself fixed... the proof being in my pudding.... i also avoid unless desperate for calories for marching as all refined sugar is a baddie, period... and no longer having them means nothing to moan about [if you are her..she is from another dimension and quantum mechanics means can only be seen if looking at her... and listening].... if i hear one more space cadet go on about "quantum" anything - so interesting how theyve jumped en masse [almost by dint of the 'connected energy of the universe' via Instagram or Fakebook... on that black hole - as it is.... ive done my time on Quantum fizzies, and one thing is as sure as ferrits are ferrits [cs lewis i believe] ..... no one will EVER understand it all propper... so the best way of conning humanity is to connect this-epoch 'spirituality' with "quantum" ' reality' or .... whatever else on their cul de sac full of rotting old motors, which died of insanity... cos you need two to keep them on the road
(even if "zen" is the most perverted thieved word by the energy thieves, who use their One vibrating machine - they won't tell anyone they need cos no sane man will give them 'One', as ... well..... we shall come back to that one day.... but the way the Totty-Gwerlkian [ness] tribes - well that's a perversion of our language too as they started maybe 20 years ago to " we are one tribe.." [ of mushroom addicted bluehaired dream-catcher saleswoman junkies ] when they are SO SO viciously backstabbing each other if the others patent dreamcatcher design sells more at some 'festival' [ their fave word, for nothing... but sales opportunities] .... basically anyone who doesn't want to be a cleaning lady or roadsweeper cleaning up the drug butts at Gwerk park left there so the dreamcatcher consumer profile - about 7, can get hooked and not notice the dreamcatchers are made nowadays of plastic and not very well made at thattoo...
.. basically anyone who cannot be bothered to THINK what the con may be... just says "zen"
It's a free world sort of but pretending there is some mind-'bodily' nirvana in pretending to be entirely outside the dreamcatcher or far far far more Gwerkian top-of-the-pyramid save-the-world operation like https://magicmind.com/ which would be in gaol under trade descriptions legislation for life IF THEY WERTE LOWER CLASS... in other words if some scally from the wrong side of the Hellstoned Tracks or, the ordinary parts of say Bristol were conning the world with sky high prices on con products his neighbours would shop him and the plod would do him....
But if it's middle class ex Cheltenham Ladies or the like.... whom of course moved into 'cacao' recently .. perhaps as remedy to the miniscule little stimulant bits in their not-coffee 'shroom sludge, well they are saving the world
(to those who dont know this has taken over ALL the once sane world that was not London...as London ran away, when Nigel got his thumbs up 2016 and they donned their Black Lives Matter trainers at 200 bucks a box.... and scarpered just in case Peckham rose up too .... and bought all the land to grow mushrooms or 'medicinal cannabis' if theyre really 'smart' thinkers.. )
anyway.... I only dont know one thing with my all-seeing-second-sight-unsunglassed-eyes... which is are the ordinaryish fatslob TV addict 'masses' 'aware' of exactly how far and wide the con is..
everywhere...
it began with aromotherapy maybe 35 ish years ago then the whole damn vudu witchdoctor thing gradually rolled out such that (i need to meet Kate the famous one at least she is hoisting her own sister on the 'healing' petard ) the great majority became lost to it....
Lost...
" i have zen " which was originally about not needing ANYthing much at all.... BECAUSE one sees through the cant and vanity of almost everything...
became "i sit up all night trying to figure which con-job expensive mushroom sludge may be less of a scam than the one next door..."
when if someone has zen (as in 2 1/2 years ago) a real zengod knows dont open your phone after teatime even if the most desired beloved woman in history has messaged as there is nothing in that message that will change my evening as ones van is knackered and the 300km is impossible...
So leave it til the morning.. especially as the peering into the small screen and INTERACTING somehow does have energy thieving qualities that steal the energy needed to always fall asleep at 21 to 2200 [ 20 in deeper winter]... which a true zengod doesnt need to expend any energy on as his energy was spent from 0600, sometimes 05 ... drissing... or attempting to think of anti-theocracy words.... to somejhow save "human"ity from.....
it
But my oh my to hear her at half past sevenish ....even the younger generation of 'Sikhs" have jumped on the 'frequency' 'healing' bandwagon but of course the younger generation - say 30 to 35ish... are the first generation who actually DID have ' how to sell yourself on Youtube' lessons from age about 8 or 9..in school!
So of course on 4chan they sound so so so 100% zentribe perfect communicatorixes.... and my my they care... they are perfectly authoritatively (i shall come back to that soon) ... basically they are Mother Theresa with much better radiophonic PR skills... based on their 35 year old still-fuckability...
Mam T a bit wrinkly...
But thats not Miss Oh jen cos the blokes have their gig that is just as trade descriptor of a total con they generally have the " 'shroom " and ... well they have the arrangements with airlines and hotels so that if you are conned into spending a week pukin' up all over the yurt walls in Guatemala as some 'right of passage' into more seeingness [ that seems to have become almost compulsory among the so called educated middle class younger under 50ish..] ... " come on our special guided upchuck yahooaskher session into the next dimension theocracy even worse than the Ayatollahs of iran...
Anyway.. zen is knowing that you will be in exactly the same splendid 100% mojo mood many a morning, with absolutely nothing, nothing edible left to eat....
And none of the skirt is actually worth chasin as it's got no time to even enjoy it's latest model special frequency vibrator as theyre so busy shopping for mushroom sludge...or whatever the latest 'healing' frequency MAY be...
And as i told them off day before... " starting gun, you say 'MAYBE' ... not is..."
Great scientists like lovely fluffy Jay Gould would mumble " MAY be.." genes are at the root of Dawkins' bad dragon breath ...we may never know...or maybe its all too complex for mere mortals to see all the 'higher level' systems interacting in a way no one will be able to figure for centuries, still...
But the vudu ( i am beginning to think majority ...) lot whist occasionally pepper spraying their dodgy theocratising with occasional 'science' for cred, dont seem to have listened to science 101 which kindof says that all 'theories' pretty much do get overturned by future generations who approach religiously held factual....beliefs... as 'good faith' best attempt for now...
In short all wellness vudu shaman energy 'frequency' workers [ i think they seem to be outconning the older 'light' workers...] drowning in expensive mushroom sludge... how their eyes shine so brightly with " this IS.." issiness...
rather than maybeness...
generally speaking a warning sign that maybe a long rest in a mental hospital might be a bit of actual 'healing', overdue...
And yes they stole 'zen'... which i guess means things like popping into my most hated Trackway church to recharge.. the one i have such a dark feeling within...
As my substack peeps heard a few days ago ... in walks a couple of wonderful euro babes on The Walk ...
So it is impossible to know where happiness or just true enjoyment comes from... they all the bossy little 'grambabes.... think they have the menu for you..... but when i so so sadly see a vanbabe a real one.... shetoo off on one.... " you need this 1000 quid solar unit .. that 'shroom coffee.... this elecy bike..." it is a tragic because thats the whole ferkin ZENpoint .... if i did not NEED to go and plug in in that truly HATED place of nothing but hatecrime ... if i had a big fancy solar rig... apart from constantly fretting about my snailshell bein' nicked.... as thieves have ebay to to price check unattended stuff they may sidle by...and even this superzenny atchin tan twice now i have turned up and some 'lovely little wild camping type of person' has chucked on the floor psychoactive PILL WRAPPERS .... .. but if i wasnt desperate BATTLING to keep just about 'connected'..... i wouldnt have met the first of the lovely incomming, Euro "birds" on their migratory route...)..
So ... now we arent allowed to use words like 'battle' as it upsets them....
It so so so does!
I mean if you sat in Gwerk junky park and said " fuck you have to battle to get a van pitch up at that junky fields just above .. battle their cliquey we-menish kind of elitism if you dont takle the same 'smart' drugs as them...or in fact know that ACTUAL 'enlightenment' comes from 5 cups of the cheapest nastiest coffee from dawn.. pondering how pathetic and irrelevant they are... excepting they stole her.. the One who perhaps sees through them... and excepting that if you dont conform with exactly their bohemian swagger
cowboy hat swagger..
And language of " frequency" ... often they subtly snarl violence - tbey actually DO...
so of course they have no 'zen' whatsoever as only weak people snarl at someone from a different theocracy...
or none.
And zen requires a tad of 'strength'.
just a bit
but it also 'NOW' needs quiet non place (as theyre addicted to the 'places') with NONE of them around as their frequency or rather frequency of talking sludge is..
You see ZEN: define: wanderin' The Track ysteraft....ertrata doin' my once a week or two or maybe three brush out a lovely phrase came to me...
They are fluent in effluent
(this is actually why her creek is full of effluent as PEOPLE OF 'GOOD FAITH' rather than made up vomit .. thirty years ago when i went aside into the wilds... those of us 'people of good faith' meaning had maybe read a bit of Hesse, read the Guardian occasionally before it became basically the Gay Times... which actual 'people of good faith' when i was 17 or 18 in my ordinary backwater read proportionately to the people who may like it... around 2 or 3% of days, i still have a funny picture of Mark with his copy and look on his face [ a more gentle version of Alexei] ... fourty, thirty years ago people of good faith TOOK PART in the time immemorial need to hold back greedy prozac pissin'... [ cos the drains are entirely inadequate in dealing with m odern amounts of vudu people put in theor gobsd and under their armpits never mind... [ oh yesterday she was utterly MAGNIFICENT the supersexy old "bird" .... really quite old but a true sexbomb cos she... MEANT IT.. her story.... tellin' me of her mate chuckin' gallons of hairdye bleach down her drains... and as she was born and firstly raised in the smallest little Cret-o-cove hidden away...she has a right to..care... ] ... and ...
in short 30 years ago the women we needed on ordinary pickets of the council or MP who also had the BACKBONE to go to the pub - THEIR LOCAL, and ask why the local 'developer' hasnt put in a much more substantial drain system in as the cheapskate one will likely leach... chemical and shit into HER creek...
Nope theyre too busy having 'faith' in frequencies and vudu and 'light'work and 'energy' videos in a really crap little instagram bullshit
and thus they have no time and energy to be the people of GOOD FAITH doing ...DOing.. the hard work - its HARD workk going to that local pub as that means for months years that local farmer who sold his land to a developer will want your tyres slashed. hull holed...
And thats before the 'developer' has his whitey London workin' class imported steroid and cocaine addicted navvy brickies stayin' for a while dojn' his biddin...and mentions to them over a can of steroids how some " bird" down the creek said something in the pub about not quite approving of his ...
It is far far easier to become fluent in effluent which takes up so much of your time and energy...especially if you think you may be able to join the 'enlightened' sharp top end of the pyramid scheme...
than do the actual hard lonterm work of protecting 'nature' they all of course repurposed as... backdrop to their ...online instgram brochures...
bullshit preaching operations...all of it
when they.. (as the lower class navies NEVER cared ever.. never ever ever i have a great book and many a tube film on that ) ... were in the pastimes the ones who actually DID do the stewarding
of it
But that isnt my battle.... i long ago knew that... it was crystal sales operation, clear as mushroom sludge Hay-on-Wye... even 15 years ago... (about 18 actually)
my battle is....
well in fact it is almost continuous as in just saying " the shit coffee will do.." if you are actually on the same dull mission every day for 10+ years and theres of course no cash in it...
people dont get it... that shit coffee somehow tastes like a 100-QUID-A-jar ... brand
because..
hmm if i can get a good next line i could...
oh yes zen: despite all the battles... here i am i just open lid and type so fast NO thinking as i dont have time due battery limitations and as i am as if the zen goddesses are just on my side they dial in to my "frequency" and without any even nice coffee they jab into my brain " fluent in effluent" i had actually forgotten about even though it so made me smile yesters...
to continue... i dont know who or what Be means..or is..
