The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
Ralphschism.com My permanent one home online started 22 feb 2023.
Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
ONLY peaceful nice content here. 07958 5263eight1
damn again i have to log in to my now almost dying original email account to find his website which is defunct but his wordpress i passed onto his successor ... thats still alive ...
" i can intuit by relating to you rather frankly that theres a bit in you that still needs the right fertiliser to flower .... let me make you connect with the finest artist mind the one whom embodies it... knows that yes its about sticking your finger up with a CLEAN fingernail his are lovely for his age he showed me here six months ago.... and we discussed in his native tongue.."
The phrase "all is nothing" translates to «Τα πάντα είναι τίποτα» in modern Greek or «Πάντα ἐστὶν οὐδέν» in ancient Greek.
"all in the mind" they can say all they want but you have to know the rare ones who ...aren't, Dimitri one, the truly great artist even if he never sold anything being not en-clique...
And we riffed upon the meaning of that so deep three worder...
In fact almost come true, in a you can or find it 'all' and yet as long as you know it's nothing, too....
except that's not quite the right version....to be cont
Anyway back to the now....
" luv.... oops duck.... in harder times one has to ponder REAL 'mutual benefit' now you want your beds tended for free forever into your older age....
"....me i'm only interested in an abundance of positive SOLUTIONS...
"if the lesbians can get married even if in lovetoo for a passport back to sanity....
"if... well loads of Trans..vallers I'm suretoo did so...
"all i do is try and write about the positive ones....
"even when i am over the edge into god knows what...
" and they think they became my enemy ..nope... they still get a 4.99 rating....
" .... so up here in Goldmine Heights
Air B n B a gold spade a night...
if you could lure her.... to collaborate on SOMEthing..... save the bees... save the weeds even as we are.... i just love your (insert photo later XXXX ) obsession.....
proved that she's the only one with a heart rather than a bimbo shaped hole in her botty or soul.......
" get her..... the only Mary Moviestar i have found half fanciable for decades, especially over and above the silent one, who i wrote to a year back seeing her gorgeous silvering hair in Chuck...suggesting she my maybe excelent icon for sexy hairdyefree women in their fabulous age. [ dyer know what i never really noticed you as a teenager ... run of the mill fake YAnk... but when i saw you danin' the chung with that simply gorgeous silver mane i actually thought drat why hadnt i done what all brothers maybe need to be at some time...rivals.... for your attention...
"... The Rat's ex wife i believe - i so ignored her at the time i can't remember if they did get married and she ran off the week later into some other bed after five years in his....or didnt quite make it to the planned altar - so he might have had less paperwork to do....
"anyway i even wrote to her agent ref a better film about the reality of child wars and NAzi lanyardists as a ploy to attempt to obtain her passport....
"get her around for tiramisu.....yes we know Julia in Pretty Babe really is the bees knees, that moral tale all the Poles thought was a documentary ... open legs get free storecard.. blessem ....anyway there's only one cinematic one for me ever.....lure her here...as mutual benefit REAL rural honour code, find out what your houseboy REALLY needs...and you could get filmstarlet rates for her bed too..... so as to keep his adoration and muscle .... and it may just be, my little Serbian addiction may be indeed curable... "
an errata as unlike anyone else even in The Greens such as childman ZAc...
Whom, if he has a brain, having on his day one in his new shiny job, being asked within 3 minutes of his heroic election " so Zaccy old boyman...what do you think about the nasty words of Mister Lineham about a 'kick in the balls' for the slightly confused who may have wandered in to the girls by mistake even if they were in France just over LA Manche nobody would actually care a bat of a flies eye...? [ i not only do not condone all calls to even kickinging ZAc in the balls so he may fuck off and balls up the environment somewhere safe, space, like in ferkin space.. as all violence as we knew when April Ashley would go shoppin with izz or err handbag in Hay Spar...nobody actually cared, ever or said lets go duff up the old bag after a pint or ten....in fact nobody even talked about her-him ... let it be... and all that ] "
Zac "lock him up!"
Well perraps his words should come back to haunt him on the .....guillotine... what a gorgeous word
errata that implies he actually has a head or brain to remove nice and surgically and safely
Anyway errata a couple of years ago i probably seemed as mad as a headless Green, by ranting on about London-on-Sea being a lovely safe space, all the Oasis old farts trundling up to London to see em....
But caring about scientific accuracy i couldv kicked myself in them balls as i had nastily assumed the worst fakes in the world ever even as fake as Lennon and his using his lad for cheap clicks...
As i thought they were a Londin...din
I had no idea that the worst fakes in the world, just stealing the equally fake vibe of the twincity along their vile swampy canal system...
of toxic sludge
in fact i bet it was Manchester, post Joytimes ... that blackmailed Leggo to be inclusive and stick some 'toxic powder' in their cannon so the Manchester boys will feel included..
no idea they were from .....Manchester. As come the champagne supernova times the worst writing in history i switched off all musical wireless for ever almost
And as for that 'toxic powder' the children of Britolin are fed in their toysets..
well it's quite clear that the alleged co-"devils-spawn" had guzzled rather a lot of it at birth likely dosed with it by a brace of architects as alleged parents.... poor thing
wasting my spring,
it still in his churned up little system
In fact thats a point, unless she was as truly fake as mine, his mum living with one and allegedly having it off with another, that means at least being the full spawn of the devil either way is at least accurate...
" i hate Italy, especially my cunt evil brother in lore and his vile little Eppy ajacent empire of fake pasta, as does YAz-Mong and she's bred a half breed one of em.....
" as she said to me and she's was a recent MFA when i asked her four years ago where she thought i should start going to look at the so called art dodging all those anally addicted little boys on their Vespas...."
" don't bother they just copied it all from the Greeks..."
"duck..lucky escape for you.....i watched it last night and if you like the Andrew Tate look you'll be intrigued and a bit titillated, otherwise ..i mean ...i got to about half an hour in thinking this is DELIBERATELY a load of wank by design as theyre going to spin it around into adequate nuance feeling and art as a clever filmic device....but half an hour later nope i cant bear it any more....
" as Yaz-Mong agrees, cunt sexist anally addicted Itis, its impossible for them to have a woman in the leading role...leading.....indeed actually doing much at all, just getting done to... just like a creepy little ex drug dealer comes and thinks he can lead my daughter into his vile little material biggimite non world.... in his vile empire of a pathetic little showoff oil.... we all know what he needed his Olivo for....
"luv.... stop it you know exactly what you are, and are worthier than 'Elen that fake one of so called Troy.....errself, of looking in the mirror every morn at dawn.... and you will remember what it's called ... and if he had had you instead of the folic-ally, challenged Jep in the leading role...
" luv... all them horsemen trojanin' along are fake compared to
" i mean... here of all places, surrounded by.... well we know..... never mind our concurrence that the great Cuurtezeeahh ok you can say it like a native and were there as they were doing rubber necklaces but yes it ended well, even Northern Ireland can't truthfully reconcile ferk what a bore.... deserved both his Nobels... even if ive read him ALL unlike you you fake....
" i promise you...... look even my union laughed when i called them and told me the way you tease and torture me and temptress me with your bleedin fancy.... yea of course no ordinary cake here...its got to have truffles innit bloody ell what were we talkin about before nouveau rich bougie bougie you take the biccie....
" well it says you can't overdose on it.... so lets turn this meanest soil i have ever known in my whole life... like as mean as a childless Italian who at their wedding can't even give his other half the recognition of calling it 'ours'... nope his: ' mine ' the little olive oil spattered scumhole beamed it still traumatises me to recall... i should have keyed all he in fact actually was his stupid little beetle which was in at least every other sentence...
" but you and me luv...."
"babe...please address me as whom i am ..."
" we....are going to turn this vile mean South Western soil ....in fact even calling it soil is against the FAirtrade descriptive acts of a whole peninsula of conjobs....
" we... you and me babe..... ive never found the perfect day ever in my whole fake infested life.... never just one babe an equal with cheeky Northernish banter....ALL the way.... which is what a working man needs to tollerate the endless fake 'thank yous' of his vicious sharp elbowed slave Misterresses.... not one word believed so shut up..... only banter babe.... and ruder! sharper...all the way ..babe...
A babe... who not only digs to the depths of their fake soil....all the way and calls her ferkin GOLD spade... and Japanese too... yea Argos aint good nuf for the likes of you.....
" yea i told the union man......
" and promises of fruit tea at least an hour ago... as some way of pretending to care and get me to earn that too....your fake care
" well fuck you despite your unlawful Harissin' and coercin me into everything thats unhealthy and unsafe: us puttin the world to rites...all the way, all and sundry, even here...
" not only have wetoo made this mean vile fake soil... a gorgeous new real mansized tiramisu....
" and as it says ....you can't overdose on the treatment required....
"but also you know what a few days ago i was wandering your so called lovely little perfect Hobbit road and along comes fayre maiden well ok a bit of a middle aged thing actually smoking pot at tea time but i was a tad bereft of anyone to talk to so made the mistake of beginning a chat and despite her flowery countenance dyou know what the third sentence that came out of her gob waw...even here way away from anywhere she staying up the road.... Tommy Robinson, i kid you not .. there is only thus even if this racist little ignoramus was once ... well he once had a mind there is ONLY entertainment on the job..i do the job.... and banter you to banter back so MY job is just about tolerable
... " you entertain me....you don't nag you don't lie that the job continues then you have some made up stroke if youve spent all your dosh on terrible movies and just text like the religious biogot did that its ended despite her the week before promising it was ongoing...
" you are here unless you can muck the fuck in....to entertain me...and thus i work faster
" these silly Southerners no idea thats how you get your man to be your man and best bang for bucks..no they scheme and circle and await some imaginary slight before it happened...
"that rediculous very sad old thing up in the hills despite being told 100 times i raised MYSELF on farms and smallholdings every time an hour before job fisish time she would come and show her sad little small lonely mind qwith 'you WILL put the tools way...' despite the first job i always do at some new mad persons madhouse is check and tidy and sharpen and OIL the tools she too stupid to have bothered oiling so her sawblade was rusty...and i made SURE she saw...I'M in charge now you lost tragic fat lying ex towny....
"that's why you hired me... so yes you are ONLY my entertainment unless you prove some minor use
"which all country lasses knew in once sane and civilised times
"times before even some sad popstar has to get political on the side of the bovva boys...
"..anyway i need something more interesting to speak with you about than im indoors job fascinating but yes ok .... ehh... ive read Doris and Pru too.... so yes i also want to TEACH you....
"unless you watch it tonight, you can afford ten nextflix accounts running i parallel. i aint coming back for part two.... its about you....
yes thats how you remember the name of it.... if you had been his first, instead - an actual REAL one all the way, rather than the little Italian fake mermaid who clearly traumatised him all the rest of his life and anyway she had probably been gang roped in by all the little mummys boys the other so called mermen...
" you better had duck i mean it....
" when you do then i can address you fully in the knowledge we have shared lexicon ...and you know exactly what i mean
"...If he had had you first.... he wouldnt be calling life just a 'blahh blahh blahh...' .... he would have known that there was indeed a real Queen worth searching for.....and actually having a bounce in his step rather than only dilettante knowing enuii...
".me all i ever wanted was a day digging the muck in, with one who didnt moan, about anything, and fighting me only....to get better spade's-a-spade banter in...all day .....and i never thought it was possible, no i know it was impossible...until..i met herrrrr....eeup with my tea or i down tools its an hour now since you said you would...words are so cheap.... actions only impress...
" and careful...i may not need you any more. and not come back... i mean it"
no not 'memory muscle' their recent trendy discovery. Just remembering.
(now that really is the ultimate cliche... a green one of them, Sprites.. tootling along the windy byway her in a bobhat...)
Tucking onesself into bed for the Sunday movie (smashystream i believe the latest piratejob holding up fine) , god what Utter rubbish it is.... i simply cannot beleive just how one dimensional and all the blokes look like that one one cannot avoid, Mister Tate...
Bullnecks and silly performative beards..
And its got if i recall an Imdb 8.7 or something like that....
Flip what's it come to.... would they even get a real one - cyclopses, herds of sheep... sirens... (they're given as good as they get)...ehh.... suitors..? probably not if thats what the so called king of Hollywood thinks is a true 'epic'
All i know is had my gobby Northerner not been at home thistermorn, and SO SO looking forward to her mucky day with me.... i wouldn't be here... so as to battle on even another day. And get to posts in drafts half made over the last week.
Righty ho so what are the most beautiful words to hear " i didnt see you there, mate.." Satermorn
Meaning my stealth op is perfect especially there.
now this is getting a bit junky problematical as i know he was one them meandering the street of Kington Cyclops town a decade ago but i did think he had passed on into my notepad THE meaning of life but his little version was only three words...
The phrase "all is nothing" translates to «Τα πάντα είναι τίποτα» in modern Greek or «Πάντα ἐστὶν οὐδέν»
the magnificent Dimitri - late of Corfu until he washed up on these pestilent shores a few dacdes ago and " ohh my the art ..is just so 'safe'..." one didnt need a translator to see his face transmoggying into a look of disgust..
and he is an arts 'mentor' a fine man of eighty still looks 60 as ...he got THE fight in him
To be cont
Except the allynowt journeying... i guess is over. But i do have until the 1st of August before it gets truly serious...
A day i always hated more than any other in previous regions where the 'visitor economy' hadnt become absolutely everything, as it heralded the beginning of the truly awful month...
But two years ago iot was the very opposite, the beginning of a great fun new month...
Anyway nothing to do with me ... they blow through pretending otherwise... have to come back to be relevant; and i guess could never take it in that my ONLY interest is not to whine about the incame, who stayed, but to decribe just how truly fragile the fringe hinterlands always were (being the majority of the 'environment' in that small scale farming or homesteading really is the best bang for eco buck... on no bucks.
And the only way it could be just about sustainable, is that the rural person knew that ones word had to be one's bond..
'rural honour' even if one couldn't use highfalutin words like 'honour' near cowboys of sheepbabes the real thing...
They would just stare at you as if you belonged in one of them 75 k SUVs or even XJS's that makes them sour inside them up all night reboring the engine of their tractor just to make it live to fight another day...
and maybe get the hay in...
iT..not being the 'economic' in any other way than the only sustainable economic unit of the land - the real version rather than the Mrs stepford comes to truman towers version, was always mucking in together... and keeping to your word.
(ohh my why does one have to fight so even saying a week ago to the academic and friend of the 'Minister' of the land...
" it is only sustainable over medium term in regions where the babes cant easily commute to the nail bar every day..if two are together at least tangoing in relative peace most of the time..." and despite the official data being 3.6% ... and as previously ascertained to be nice to the fine genuinely respected Mister TAtchel, lets round it up to 5%...
which doesnt even allow for example Mister Bowie who well arguably 'changed his mind' and bred ... after so kindly marrying for a passport too...
but why any time one mentions 'partnership' never mind marriage is there such an auto-kerfuffle, like instantaneously, about the really rather minority in the countryside who love a bit of muck elsewhere than on their wellies... it's not only exhausting its so so boring... as if one has immediately insulted all the minority by not saying " the environment and land was always more sustainably managed and made to work on average in a way that's better for nature if its a couple doing it in tandem [real life examples given, interesting real ones] and that of course includes pixies in a same pixie relationship, never mind their furbie fans whatever one of them is... et cet er ahh...." i just hate being alive in this ridiculous country, always... even if i awake every day always with a glint in my eye no matter what
But yes...a decade long quest for just a FEW saner good minds, you pinpoint them occasionally, And of course its always ruined by taking up all the energy one needs to merely lobby for the majority who may just have managed to remain sustainable had theytoo not... with their auto-thing which i filed up in the hills a few weeks ago and havent even had the e4nergy to check if its in here or was it another snapshot...
i know one fine one who doesn't do it though.. that immediate almost up on her hind legs to headbut you the minute you have actually began to express any sane balanced opinion...
anyway where was i ..ohh yes, a real ongoing dry spell for 10 weeks more really means almost all outdoors work suspended or cancelled...
which really does throw into relief the way tyhe Lowlanders wasted my time i didn't have to waste as country men or women know that you have to make hay whilst the sun shines, in MArch...and April...
but diverting my haymaking tackle to others now reaps only a firesale ..
time... time given then, when in fact i should have been spending time filling up the reservoir just in case but of course not only can the Lowlander not think of the no psycho version, they can't think that the otherlander may be giving away his one and only chance of the year to make enough to keep going the rest of the year...
i know what that is, NPD... even if just ignorance not worthy of a label..
(other than as a shortcut word, acronym, for the true end of the road, BPD)
oops i wanted to put his wonderful word about her, 'turbulent' in the title, ohh well as usual ultra multi tasking just to persist into the day, on fresh air... hopefully muck heap fumes soon as long as my saviour the older NORTHERN woman is ready for action...
oops the 'l' is cut off i'm not scared of adders i snooze in the bracken often at afterlunchtime especially a lovely day like yesters..
not 'turbulent. years of youthful plodding up a hill pushing your bike it being too steep to peddle..
I know cycling psychogeorgraphically made my inner persona...
but can she a Lowlander understand ? time may tell...
which is merely due to a wonderful new reader - well i think she can, who wants to know "wtf are you..?" as she is a rather good unusually alive artist. And agrees that some joint effort on certain things connected to her next generation twenty something, also, is needed... they have no REAL guides or saneish old farts to show them How to Live...
all i really know from a life of observationalism of all their fancy 'modalities' is that lots of long walks up the hills of N Wales pushing your (hardly any gears) bike, no cycle helmet either, back up to get home or elsewhere far more fun, i think is a splendid vaccination against going psycho..no matter what Lowlander nonsense is so thrown up in your way...it's all utterly behind one back, down the hill, Utterly irrelevant, to the 'now' ... and one has to save every bit of puff to make it where you need to be: back up above them, in safety...
....and hilltop serenity.
there is a lot more END OF THE ROAD..materielle, in my drafts still to maybe finish and get up here ....soon
Now all we need is a tad of the rains, which won't come ..
Them BBC weather still in paranoid android mode... demanding you need your wellies a few hours thistermorn, just in case
(and the ONE GREAT journalist man dead ...ferk at sixty eight... my Sundays are over...and he never even moaned "this may be my last episode" i feel cheated... i was entitled to know!)
Now... there really is only one tune....
times two
... " a mile up from your den of take every quid or grand...but as we know you can't parody, them, there... it would be fatal.....two...."
the most obviously dangerous ever hilltop interaction.
" right you two.....
" when one of your 'kind' was given the diversity hire bigjob on merit.... i took Estelle to London town and we saw on the metro... do you call it..ehh i forget i only speak with bloody foreigners and i do take care to speak in their tongue as thats respect i never hear anyone else even attempt in this BPD narcco paradise of hell .... ohh yes subway...
" i wish i had taken a picture actually i think i did.... every single Evening standard out being browsed, and every single one a black face on the front smiling out down that carriageway...... ... even if he turned out to be a bit..."
" yes we know a remilitarising conman.....let her side down ..."
" anyway...forget that.. how is it that you knew that Finland... ohh yes dont forget Chileehhh..... ' no more ferkin pesky democracy on merit lets get it, great reset, over and done with.' ... babes in top jobs equally and THEN lets figure out who has the sexiest hardo and thus gets it on 'merit'...
" i mean if it were me maybe, you see she changed her MIND...no English can ever do that, seems impossible interbred from the times oif us runnin' the slave trade i guess.... and i duno about Former sovs if they jhave a change-ones-mind soul.... probab;ly fatally infected, too....
" me.... Tulsi... she recently resigned, i guess due your big beast goin' a bit more pogun than he had suggested he may....
" me i would vote for her regardless of label.... as you say, theres nuthin between them i mean how did you know we're all three just oldschool classic liberals and yoos still in school...so Tulsi in my opinion but maybe there are others... ....why you need to start up the babes [on sexstrike] tea party.... and no mad Sarahs who begat the big beastie boyman infact thats an insult to men.....
"that fabulous steak of grey says to me she really does know how to live in her older skin...and courts incongruity the only actual sexy thing there is if its done with sincerity...
". and i am even more of a pacifist than Captain Fantastic as ive lived and loved in warzones, inadvertently....and sat in a front room in late '92 with a lovely young Serbo Croat VAnja we had given refugee digs too and her mum and dad were on each different side of that madness by so called birth, and they lived on the actual demarcation line between mum's in laws, wanted to eat dad's....
" but if a babe can change her mind as she seemed to .....and spout peaceful means....
.....
.... .."
" well we will look into her and picket herfirst...... "
"but theres just one thing..... i wonder if you know..... your people..... in my wanderings and various landlopings the world even if the best are up into hell and here you are, the only hope there ever can be ....
" if you want to know the difference between your gaf and all the rest....
"even the so called hippies gotta have the biggest fat noisy motorbike..or biggest noisy hippy waggon... even CAptain F gotta have his big showoff bus...
" nobody in your whole pestilent big country ever can even imagine... that less is more....."
some wordless true words of nodded yesir! ...dont need explaining
" but i know if there were more of yooz, sat in the potholed and crumblin' track up here...as if back home in Virginia in the interbred loony parts no one dares explore ....well there may just be hope.... "
"we couldnt in backhome in fact they dont have them, its all fancy and fenced off ...we love this old steepsloped.... weedy byway to nowhere we could sit here all day just...
being.. but we are interested in politics... and yes we had heard of Marie Black.... so yes what are we waiting for..!"
or maybe two. Even if the same dull theme rolled into ten years, no change.. iondeed thirty
.........Uses ex corde vita as its official motto to represent an educational philosophy focused on individual freedom, emotional growth, and inner passion over rigid competition
Now i can die... as i know there is hope, and none..
As the Greeks knew with that one sentence of three words, a long time ago.
As up on the hill there is a kind of person one never would dare to stop and chat with... them sat in the middle of the road on strike
HAlf an hour into, it
(THE only hope there is)
" ....my dad said we should watch it..."
"Just remember Captain Fantastic first.... theres a girl in it your age about....
" Don't Look Up next.... i don't know which is the best modality, supreme humour and equal seriousness... or rather more of the brutal humour in the latter....
" and if i dont hear on the wireless in a year or so that you've organised a total cleaning strike, care strike, and by then i shall also be able to say 'sex strike' without you blushing..... im gonna come and find you.... as you know until there's a Meryl in the top job... the world can't ever be safe [as the only great half hour chatterboxery chimed] ... fuck the Constitution even Pakistan managed to have one of your side of the endless so boring equation ...in the top job even if it didn't end too well for her ...."
But this is so hard as youtube is such a sick mentally disturbed twat for several years it sticks some in 'videos' and some in 'shorts' by it's sick little selfsome
without ANY rhyme or reason
and i lose track of what is up
for nobody to look at never mind pay up for
(ohh yes the ULTIMATE anti-Tolle admission of PURE authenticity
is in one ..)
soon
theres a sequence
and this one to be fixed mid morn
PLAYLIST NOT COMPLETE YET ... bugger off til 9ish and munch someone elses poo
(god it literally is perfect here thistermorn, no walkers just him meandering but sadly the bouncy one isnt around any more she was a real 'inspiration' for real .. i enjoyed watchimng her truly energetic bounce... but the true religion of stealth works on the who is around now principle, if theres no one that means the atchin tan is also available for tomorrow as never be in the same place two morns running...in this very observed universe...)
the very worst thing and waste of energy is i have to relisten to video clips as some are for very PRIVATE memorialisation not for NOW a few more rather real things that if you say them you'll probably get shadow-banned at best, whatever that is (Brett, nouveau N..., his obsession) ...
and i cant be bothered any more so some vidclips may have things in meant for some private 'cause' but i no longer have the perturbation about me left, to censor anything ...nearly
even if censorship costs time and money
(VERY pro halfbreeds - the only pone - half Paktoo...who knows what her baby DOES need! nothing!!! cept her tit for now...)
hahhh hahhhh there you go theyre all getting up!
8amish...
why for decades a real country fringe dweller has to rise at sunrise
before the rest get up, usable signal
COMPETITION of scant resources no green fake ruralite can ever admit
from 8ish...
theyre all at it " who NEEDS me....? on my smartie..."
no signal or not enough
probably has missing one or who knows i forget the way the BDS swarm and then ...well, swarm away to the next one they think they can ....spend time with seeking only attention ....and i fully empathise as i set up 'outlets' for their attention if they actually ever REALLY wanted it... for the right reasons, but of course that's only ever notional.... until they use Eckheart for toilet paper and discover that the Now... is DOing it now, or soon...
And then your tomorrow will be
Tolle free...
no need for any of the mindLESS nonsense they devour, as lip balm in a desert of only them to see..... the cracks...
in the broken mirror
cos you're fixed even if as always one fails
even i forget just what are the important things to spotlight showcase..
and thats the point
But at least i do have a memory...
The above probably has duplicates, i care about as i know Im not a retard like Sam Harris's Jenny Cidal-ajacent 'TEAM', who makes many production mistakes at all, in an ideal world, where one would treble check everything first before pressin' publish, but i live in the ultra-NOW...' hmm what can i do now with minimal resources now as for even midmorn god only knows...?'
as to save battery i have to so splurge and it doesnt show the fingernail even until its gone and 'processed' it which takes too long and it will only show part of the title wording so its pure memory spatial... by feel
(The ultimate " diversity hire" to quote the BBC on the head of internazi justice thistermorn; who never had had anything to say except look at me I am yummy shavey and wont say what needs to be said, we have absolutely no idea wot reality izzz!
which is wot the science saystoo)
reality is if you can fall asleep listening to his clickbait con, having scanned it all to the end where the so called ' hologram' isnt the ine their latest religion would love it to be
the one where its all a computer generated unreality so Elon's swarm of nanny bots will come along and eat up all your xebobiota .
so you dont have to DO anything in this Holly gram..
anyway and going back to the start, as he ANYthing new to say....???
ohh yea we knew that 100yrs ago..and that fifty .. Einstein hates dead catty slits
and the box ( Shroedy's) may be an illusion too..
none of it wirks
as a whole
but his eyes can never light up ( Like Lee Smolin's in the glorious annus 2020ish or 21... " even both my clever dick string theories are probably popycock., we know NUFFIN., and there is freedom, .. and hope.... but don't make any more mess in the nest its really likely uts a real one and not made if quantumly spooky self cleaning strings ..." to slightly elucidate upon exactly what he meant to Keating ..."
but you cant get that through to Gweek as its trendy to sit around the druggy camp
fires
as pouting the latest clever " its a hologram" ..
load of cockrobin
and Miss Interpreting science the latest guesstimate which does not say
its like that one they all say so as to avoid the hoover
especially if i am to really get that passport app in
i will probably have to duell their only one poet, who maybe isnt fixated on homo erotic marchin' songs...
so ...the miniscule parasites in the stolen blood in the tick's dull grey flatiron grey
bloodsack
upon the bot's bum
polluting his head with De Botty
bollocks
all seventy books of his multi level marketing scheme
youre ....all mere warm up act for the real men
.... and as for yestereve... " god ...i wouldnt sit here on your doorstep with a roll up luv ... i would bloody well stalk her all round town ... always... ...look at her landlopin' up the street back to you, not just legs of a gazelle and dont she know it tartin around like that.... but her jokes ....the moment i met her... that subject even, the one we arent allowed to even consider as subject for debate in she goes with her sharpies ....... frig me she was like some cure for everything, every single stupid thing gone wrong this century, in her first so truly vandalising sentence to me ... she is perfect.... i mean she holds to account
every silly bitchy bit of cant everyone else does by default...
just by her persona bein' extant
i told err shes got a responsibility to unqueen the current old hag and take her rightful place owning the crown god only knows how ahe got it it no longer exists.... never ever ever... let her out your sight .... in fact if you dont already In your little girlygirly games .. i'd chain her to your big brass bed and...
" in fact i'll eat the key as tribute to something from another universe where metal is still for real
so there's an 'ethical hustle' which isn't even a hustle as i officially no longer understand ANY brit..
Ones known years even. Tell them of a big pile of gold, you know all they care about is a big pile of gold, and they have this you've-caught-me-with-my-knicks-down tome in their voice
as there is the smallest quid pro quo, and no benefit to me, of them actually DOing what they have said for years they do...
I bet another one of them fuzzy matrixes thats at least 25% BPD..
But act as if it ain't as i am "bulletproof"
*anti-kairos a bad way of putting as - literally AS..one 'gives up' (kairos beiong its exactly when you need it = time to love die breed be genocidal, etc all in one..) one meets in a church and has long wonderful chat with the only ONE real man for many a league or even km...
(long hair, i commented, just like they all so rudely comment about me lookin' tarbrush..)
THE ONE who if one were setting out twenty years ago to speak about environments you NEEDED to meet on day one... " thirty two years with the bigjob posh National Park.... senior..and i was tyhe scientific powerhouse of REAL intelligent ecosystems..."
And he agreed with every word i condensed for him, of this recent offering to you - exclusive my readers, errata bots infact parasites upon the dangly bits
of bots, they are so bloodsucking mean
indeed ticks... on the bottoms of bots is all my readers ever were,
so you got first what NObody says -and the top dog of the i bet it's royal warranted sewerage dump agrees i am RIGHT and nobody focuses on it at all...
HEREIN - link below, two audio files made yesterday on what nobody ever simplifies and speaks out on in respect of the REAL major cause of all the damaged watercourses in UK.
Which are at the root of the tree of life and thus just about all the rest of nature so so badly damaged too...and it will NOT change... it cannot due chemistry and physics...of the home - summed up below
just as i officially give up ever nattering to anyone ever... there was never any point. Ever...
and the egomainiac armchair warriors ego-fest argue about which molecules does what at The Warren at Hay (water test monitoring fakebook page) to show off to each other rather than DO something about it ALL..
But then that would affect their property prices, too...
All thats at the root branch and diabetes medicine [into their wye my tests showed] shit spattering bottom of it all....
"mutual aid memoir ehh always try and plan ahead mutually if maybe running that way who needs what.... " no Green like Richie the preacher to his only converted could ever managed as all he cared about was being seen in his lovely clean always superwashed neon jacket in the streets of his dumptown...
despite being the '...Local Environmental Newtork...' but the finniest thing of all was the day Gordon said to me having been told of films of many local hedges being unlawfully cut by the farmers in breeding season....
As Gordon is showing off powering a lightbulb by an exercise bike he never used quite obviously
" simon...we're not an environmental organisation dont you know..." despite so much fundraising in quasi charitable roles... using the word in their name, "environment"
And that was the most beautiful case study of BPD and NPD in one...even ten years ago... exactly
I have a superb memory i dont even need to get the tapes out....
retained as barter for electricity or other things of use, nobody even thinks to ask especially in Swestershire home of the uber alternate Teletubbine twatclass.... ....almost every single one saying some wank we were all saying 40 years ago. "we need some other form of exchange rather than cash.."
Its truly the most gorgeous mad opera even some anally addicted ITi wouldnt imagine, indeed even the one greatest European great cinematic mind himself of this century
wouldnt dream up such..material...
not that there has been ANY point for 20 years explaining, except for Hunter soles worn out in the summer sun as wear is FAR far higher wandering the streets of Gweek or other similar places with your Hunters (or other even cooler fuck it must be hot brands,,,, 35degrees and wellies on performatively in an actual drought (caused ALL growth to stop a month ago thus i am bankrupt as no calls not even to weed their borders or lawns..) my my that's what i call fanaticism in respect of performative respect me as ive got posher wellies than you....and land too.... that will have only dried up springs..
anyway no point saying ANYthing to this fanatical lot such as " if you care for little bindypop's planet maybe youtoo may use wellies only when REALLY necessary... " and of course Caroline Lucas and fake herd of sheep, trying to make themselves look 23 with a 23 year old boys fancy boyband haircut, when shes 65 and as a result always looked silly and really rather ill ....and the UNconverted ununThatchable need to see someone who looks NICE in their own nice glowing healthy skin as only envy fuckin works in a sceptic shopping Aisle like this always has been ...no hope there.....
or Gweek where its the only currency there is
ehh where was i ...?
( i have decided if you pay up enough, to make me look good, and just keep it at 5000 pageviews a day so i can show them though that doesnt look very good compared to the weird 220,000 views some days a few weeks back, in fact you make me look even more of a failyure, to be consitent...
i have already written the letter in my head applying to The Serbian Embassy for honorary citizenship or at least a propper job at the top of their tourist board AND their application to fuck Croatio off and get EU membership on schedule soonish...
after all NO country other than Youessay could conceivably have so much mass BPD... so we shall start there, testing them if they will let me in having been very very rude about Serbian homoerotic marching songs on youtube and i shall never edit my material for my own sake ever...
BUT VERY VERY complimentary about that wonderful movie with the scratchy violin players and a fine man eating a raw egg at the bus stop...a true road trip even if not very far...like mine for the first 10 years ..i could succeed as there is only one consistent semi-hero of this fabulous stream of consciousness that their really rather not so brilliant top filmmaker whatisface could only dream of...
oops exactly all i was going to write was i bet even a drunk wife beating ..oops a drunk damn builder better not confuse abstracts ..or Polish archetypes...(its in the audios i think ive got that far either here or the other place)
a sozzled Serb im sure would understand no matter how you 'feel' LINE UP your wellies all of you as stormsure the only product i trust 100% of the time to fix 100% of anything, non human, but i never meet any of them any more as BPD destroys it....
(i cant get any, no address) ... tubes at £3.50 will do ten pairs of HOLES in wellie sides not soles...
in one setting ideally, as the magic stuff goes hard after a few weeks opened..
so fixing en famille
even fake designer handbags welcome if you must
is a reason to get the shottie out
it saves money
never mind the most precious of all products
time
(we wont be debating with the DeBotties Fatty Mcgilchristfaces, Wattses and their miscellaneous very very catty copy cats [f] in some timeless multi other universe
the recent fad of denying even that eists
ask Mr Watts's liver about that particular bit of entropy
as we will have run out of time for any chat
when dead
* in fact hmmm.... do Tyrolean Italians rightly hate The South, all of it so much as they may be bribeable...
as there are TWO of us in perfect harmony on that little issue...Yaz-Mong did a recent superb recorded analysis for me (agent Z has had a copy..it doesnt say dont sleep with the next generation of these fuckin evil lost boys .... as they cant help their parents...but they can only help themselves by KNOWING the truth of their parents, especially the Eppy lites operating under the guise of 'gastronome..')
of how her poor Olive will have to watch out for oil slicks even in NAples they are so violently filthy with the chip wrappers everywhere...
beyond all care
now if any of the odd thousand are feds or legals for some fool slighted you have to keep checking this one too
but there are a few pages that only the 'premium' bots can see.... not that i offered such so it doesnt count in this awful endless grift the likes of HArris even Meghan does... "subscribe for early or exclusive premium content"
i wouldnt know if anyone has ever 'subscribed' to this i dont care ...
And i so hate some smart arse sending 20 euros as i have to ponder what to i say... thanks
i want to pay them back errat him...
the mad one who paid for my time this spring at about 3,50/hr pretending he cared who his father was... doesnt count
but anyone who pays anything i would be utterly desperate to refund them they would be so unworthy of even a private email.......
ahahhh... thats called a Ponzi scheme isn't it...
like every mindfulness wellness LIFECOACHING exclusive club what do they call them multi level marketing schemes...
old hat
to go with the compulsory cowboy hats
of Gweek
where i bet more of them are made in the twinflames of hades-there than anywhere
else in the fetid land....
and the semi-hero she did say "its full of hate here.."
To The pole who a mere six months later i did try and fix
up with a fabulous i mean Utterly crazy
almost as crazy in the sac as a Kraut Nige never tells you that
bit of stuff...
who was so so curious as to what it may be like to have a girly at her muff
sincerely
the truly ultimate act of MUTUAL benefit
as one friend would have become less available
and who knows i may have had to stand in
after all i knew what the 'best friend' wished before she even asked my friend
I could just tell.
And everyone ..all four
who knows may have had mutual benefit
even if
(the look she gave me when she first saw us driving past in my tin can
... it was classic
that episode alone - attempted coercion
in the only slightly less polluted peninsula of this whole awful peninsula
The Roseland...
pimping in to Roseland pimps HQ as often as i could
the only sexy women on the whole peninsula
for the fairdinkum other fairly sexy one for her age and lack of sleep
mutual metoo benefit via what they BOTH wanted! is ten times better than any mere Kozinsky
Stoppard himselef - overrated
ehh Poliakoff too wanky to do REA desire
... all of them would be jealous as to the shennaningans ongoing this time last summer
and not one of the other players knew as they eere nervously playing pretend maybe we wills
even thought..its all i wanted..
not for me, but me in two dimensions...
the inevitable next step...if they were steppin' out...espesh if they ended up ehh like abit formally entwined
best man, stood over the aisle from the best woman
