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oops that was the big one, but there was that very very first list of one; which still i blame for every foolery... even if i shall still believe in it forever..
But then, even if it became about boys in girly dresses, ON public cash...
long after she the writer laughed with me about her three kids "fragile x" syndrome...
there is only one best ever book she needs for them...
Hahh hahh i got the flowery one third time lucky.
And at last, i remembered, as it takes quite someone to make me forget the mission
Job done propper job.. just a leftovers2022.blogspot.com job and now the three year oral version face to face MAKE em take it in with so many stories and examples of how all the preachers with their piety and earnestry..
only spread witchdoctry...
as they dont swear on their children's life
most too cowardly
to have bothered
" luv...on her life luv... it's the way they used the word picture, THREE dimensional of them moths drawn in to nasty two-legs' fiery homes....
candle driven.... best intention
but once inside, no comprehension
why they slash and burn
' the world we MUST warn!'
so they send out in little flutterby pachkages
the only thing that can save the world from human ravages
the stories.....
my my it still brings me a tear...
look drip drip standing here
and just because the authors (real human plural - 2 of actually them)
well i dont agree with them's politics...
don't mean that when i read it i couldnt stop
' this is the only one i wish i had had
all those evenings reading the lass and dad
.... politics mere politics
against the actual next generation
doesnt mean you dont always hand true rare genious
her well earned celebration... "
" and no...like all zea-loots and rather tragic meemeemeeites
i don't get a commission despite hundreds of hours tryin to sell their rights
indeed as per usual in this dead
and undivided land, merely unable to decide what can and cannot be said
one cheeky word to them and ghosted as if ....
i'd butted them with a horney head"
Definitely the only half decent British book this whole century
Thistermorn..(same age as moi) .,,." you got married there four years back, wow ....and nobody tried to shoot you.... so would he still today stand infront of you and shout 'no take ME instead my life wont equal 3 if one of the 1+1 is no longer around.'.....[the only key, to it, there is] ?"
But it's the really old wheelchair bound you really need to eye to eye with.... knees long gone mind still BATTLING on....
" they said it was a rather unsophisticated book... a bit clunky, not racey enough.... but when i watched the 76 again of late ....wow...deep...she even pretended to play cold, after a rather a hot start..... cliff edge...and lots of i'm a pacifist ..no you can't say THAT!.... but he did .."
" no sir i always thought it was a magnificent book... and yes remember well that BBC... superb ...edge of the seat week in and out..."
what is revenge.. or even justice?
only fools even think they know what it is.... never mind it's random which side you pick.
And only because one has to spend the most excruciating hour in history nown again sat under their hippo roof topping up the batteries... every minute feels like a lifetime....tic toc body clock im dying.... when one meets the miracle, an English woman paid to educate the little ones... who actually speaks the TRUTH...an hour flies by as if a minute and you only wished for her husband to have gone and gone to the pub and forgot she exists .... such true pleasure.... true one hundred percent saudade human being...
impossible
But she exists...poor thing i do hope theyre as tight as Missus and Master Ridd...
As its going to be a very very lonely life
as an almost impossible minority, of a one off
if you love it... get it to Europe! that lucky kid
(ohh yes I'm in the 'wrong'... as according to official stats of late - reference another day, rather than The Russians... even Georgie Orwell...never mind The Kush.. all 'non fiction' except E$ckeart [typo but it fits!] Tolle and other such controlly wank, and all fiction except Nariac bullshit insanity
" ohh Tolkein still is popular... the bookman yesteraft said..
maybe the poor people are hiding from reality..innit"
fantasy your sop and tragedy
when even OUP senior management grisellda said to me " real life is so much more interesting my lass is banned from that Potty potty-trainin nonsense...and their fey Lord too "
ohh yes in Lorna's church i met thistermorn whist charging... THE ANSWER at last the only one whio didn't immediately 'embody' with a violent forward lurch..." but.... [i am going to save the world from all the mad kids who arent as i alone am going to save tbhem..] ..."
what a woman! who knows there is no hope
Unless she writes it for her three year old... as thats how long it will take for her generation to recover from mine, the most effete and decadent precious self important in history....indeed the DEFINITION
of acedie..
at least twenty years )
the younger woman from THE number one place of vat thieves and con artists and famous Beatle-wifebeaters, Liverpool...
they are so brainwashed by a period here that one cannot even constructively critique " ehhh that accent .... technically born up the road from you lass.... 99.999% the least trustworthy peeps on the planet.... and why...well, never ever trust a people, say Poland forex, who have LOST their 'empire' or second city status....as they'll do ANYthing to try and get it back .... even crreate a whole 'culture' around themselves of lies and deceit that they are somehow the sweet innocents and best poets...... "
nope all even sane insider chat in Sourcelands...banned
so fixing, only
live, camera-action.... she's the SECOND choice, i know who is the best subject for a vanwoman sticks a finger up at it all and learns that Nomadland is the worst self pitying false and parisitising a false constructed indeed paedo-filepast and get your dicks out spunking off at weak sad nonwomen moany girlchilds , as Frances Mc D was a child innit, not an adult vanwoman, view of vanbabes, load of bullshit ever as ALL real VANPEEPS no matter hhow cruel and ghostly even ones own blood can be .... ALWAYS...ALLWEATHERS... indeed the more hairshirt the better .... wake up with a smile on their face, every day a new in the 'moment' day...
thats the movie i have in my can....
even if wrong season... would have been much better if the evening tears had frozen into icicles.... more all-men-are-abusive-bastards appeal...
even if it had nowt to do with me...
Im just the artist and whats that word ehhh.... licenseer...
i know how to let them be who they REALLY need to be
but talk about exact kairos moment, as if the Cave man was proven a rongun and theres an Interventionist Goddess
afterall
If so, her ...
both united
the greatest ever performative art in history
in the place of generally the most ripoff heartless art in an overpriced dumptown even if just over the road the most romantic gravestone in herstory....
ever..
so as one yank maybe knew " shared oppression" is all there is to humanity
" hahhhh hahhh we heard the same clip..... your mate Muzz Westwood, exactly
supreme ' activist' based on only quality
of mind and materielle....
me i would say my dad wore Yaeger for man, me i saw through that fancypants and my label only ever Burton
.... you at the kinkclubs with your sec change bruvvainlaw ..or is that sister... we would give Stewie his turn at pickin the club and i put in my bumprotector and toodled off to Heaven...
where they had ten times more fun than any ole hetro
and the National Front too busy fartin around with their tarton socks to come and bovva
rufin up some bumboys ....
...god SIX kids!
well dont moan to me they invented contraception about 1963..!
..... exactly .. god, you knew hertoo!
second we saw her on top of them pops
blew us out of both our sox
that's it a true genius we cant understand
higher orbit ...shut the fuckup
i got the magyc wand
thatl have you all Spellbound ...
as we were, and knew no more just sweaty rock gods...
but pute equality
metoo well maybe not as i raised myself on Muzz Baez..
but if some rock goddess had said ill give you a legup if you ave it iff with me....
well if it had been Siouxsi ....
t would have been the end ..
anyway yes your simply England in one life how it used to be
and early 80s we did have about ten years advance in proppa progression
even over Italy... never mind every other European ex catholic concatanation
you agree!
but as you say my ohh my today
they laugh at us, and deride ..
all six of your kids just want yo hide
their passport from his pisspot
of sour tea and the end of history
problem is when you remeet THE answer to all the cant vanity and rong turn in history
Henry or rather Ralph Waldo
rather than mere cartoon cutie Bilbo....
They did create something new
And you had to be there ... at least in those mid eighties ...
and even if not her song......
and they wouldv got shot fortakin iff their titty tops ..
when Europe... " monsieur...look at me titties free...! ..."
why is ai stuck in the past rejiggin into ones feed...
one dead old breed
rather than tomorrow, the two could mate back into perfect harmony
siouxsi and some fat n skinny old blokes
would have solved all of it forever ....unfortunately
cos all i know is the greatest ever REAL Queen of sedition
a one off perfect edition
my my yestermorn. ... we ripped
riffed
into " well .... you cant say THIS any more ... but i will.."
" no ...i can beat you you really cant say THIS.... no one would ever dare .. '
" thats ZnOTHING...you wanna hear what my first ever in Britolin sexchange sister in lore said after her first ever choppin off its balsls........."
"Thats NUTHIN... ..ive ben sayin for a decade....where are the TAPES?! ... every vulture angin round your famous celeb mates ..
came equipped rto capture every dribble if DNA..... and every loose word ....
i say
you need to be prime Mistress....
youve even got on the right dress ..
made of see through hems as you are me...we know only total transparency
Now....generally, 99% of the time, it is such a 100% pleasure, to as i do often
such as yestermorn speak for at least an hour with even a halfbreed
half Iti.. half a nearBritolin land that grew up
woman
exactly lets get some life into this dead place
all of them endlessly warding it off
with wellness in an elitist space
(not her the halfy and her bloke)
" luv.... leave there's NO art left here....
take it from me .... La GRANDE...
no British film director would even know as Paulo for all his sexist piggery never featuring any babe as the one who does the piggery rather she only ever has it done to her.... but is given a free pass when theyre gathered on the Roman veranda and Jep does his greatest ever speech to him and his tribe, about how 'we're - thats me and you, no one else us intelligentsseers.... ALL so disgustin'ly decadent fuck off to the beach....
no British director could even dream of that scene rather blamin Kier, some longgone pa*do... or someone else....
even if this one in his greatest ever soundtrack, is me
as remedy
to all their Vespa nonsense
and high bourgeois fussymummy'sboy, pretence
and even them Yanks well... add this to the list too
they chuck mum down the bog good riddance to wonky rubbish... with love
and laughter
just not allowed in this land a performative infirmary.."
" yes so please let me write down... what was that first film again ohh about Beautiful.... ME !!! i love ...we need....your education...!"
the difference between a younger European and younger Brit
the latter would be taping you for the inevitable complaint and
some other shit
for brains long gone to Furbie heaven
so i dont care about the default conspiracy theorising
if it were in any way accurate, but everything became " ohh those loony Europeans theyre lost to woke insanity.... we must never again be friend or even ally" copyright poor Nigel... and his swivelleyed family
(and even my once schooldays sanest best friend...talk about tragedy)
Nobody told Nige
Last week Macron wrote a letter to every single twenty nine year old Froglet, no exceptions
no bothering to have safe spaces between the lines - lacunas, for certain feelings...
" .. please remember before its too late..its maybe even your duty.... never mind how you keep the reaper from your front gate...BREED... l'amour. comme les cheins even if you must...get it the fuck ON....breeding is best "
In Britolin on the wireless half the morning
"every single schoolkid, even nine year old
must be given a 'safe' secret space away from mum and dad
where... they will be safely supported to change
into what they never were, and can never be...
maybe even furrie
and if they need support with the chemical castration, one day we'll be there for thattoo"
now which people went conspiracy theory Big sister; into only ever inhumanity ?
And poor Nige his hands rhetorically tied, by his eyes swivelling wrong way, even married to one from Germany
righty ho now even if the worst performative presentation in history all i know is one thing that apart from the fact that i only VERY rarely give my website (the other one, first ) to anyone - like i have to really think they are sound and sane and also WISE, and that's very rare! is that i have never known or spent time among a 'people' who are so utterly lost to every single person has something wrong with them or defines themselves NEGATIVELY by something they say negative was in their past... its all performative
poor poor me...
thats the ubiquitous identity
Excepting Ms Special hat
so there's no point in any polemic
or i can TRUMP your epidemic
of... well its just cant and vanity
A kid who breeds her own ferrits and ends up 2009 as JUDGE in underclasses at the supreme ferret championships after winning it
and then never even SEES her animals ever again including massive zoo of rescued hedgies, ducks hens loadsa buns....
her own hard trained pony
(oh yes they all get the proper job even the lying mad illusionistas rip off thieves, this one fifty years ago " look at that gate done proper by dad and old man Ralph who taught me well...")
every single horsey woman knew a truly zenned and amazingly calm yet strong young girl who may meet their from time to time, and always say so (you cant fake being at ease with nags youve never met before especially age 10)
ahh yes one day
doubt we'll have a saudade on that one: when the paid lanyardist at child's events actually looked the children they were paid to look in the eye, in the eye
And then hundreds more to come of kid teaching so many other kids about her animals and always only ever the fun way.. knowing they would learn that way, too
that takes 100% sanity and maturity
And doesnt come miraculously, but by hard work
no made up ADHD
but thats one thing its just the endless misery in absolutely everybody
now i KNOW why 2020 happened....
why it was as it was which never made any sense until....
marooned in a county of only performative
ex South eastern
misery
when so few have anything much to be sad about REALLY
Ugghh that sounds portentous, and so of this region. At least one of them has been trained " so do you gather there weekly as i notice you do, all trundling up in your one-woman-per vans... in some local sex cult i haven't been invited to..?"
And no...i do not ever compromise, no more....
If The Queen of Sedition " my middle name" having said in first pong of the ping pong i made her laugh, and that's very foreward.... can't take a joke, that wasn't even at her expense... she ain't getting my very hard occasionally earned cash...
But it's the assuming... assuming makes an ass out of you, and me; even if me i couldn't care less but it wastes time as they just assume... all they have to do.
(lots more on that soon, no names no places as not one are worth placenaming, furthermore i do make myself pretty clear " all i attempt to be a bit fruitly seditious about is the far more interestingly-hypocritical lasterregion... this one of absolutely no interest whatsoever just some good quiet no-traffic byways up in the hills to meander pondering lasteregion.....anyway showoff old bags addicted to yoga thinking it makes them still look like 25 year old faeries ehh that what Americans do .. and not one would understand ' fighting... put your finger up authentically... thats the only thing that makes even a 72 year old Huppert a pukka sex kitten, most desirably.... [ i believe Ms Q o S has balked at..funny that she calls herself a sex therapist..of course the usual problem she can't make any cash out of telling them to be only themselves their wild woman within and you alone take responsibility for not making YOURSELF laugh, as everyone else just pretends to like you as part of an only transactional 'community' of transactors.. ].. ' )
so now it's safe to look at the interweb of lies n deceit once again
and THE poet proved
what wet blankets they always are
mustv been the rare headshakin' affective disorder
turned im into such a disaffected board
hoarder of the worst songs since Babylan begannit
not able to stand up to is usin
snivvellin little record company
"Dave soften it..... cmon just try....
that cleverdick poetic stuff
just makes the bimbos cry
and not get out their lighters and stand around like
sundazzled zombies on
Robbie Williams on Hospital food
pukin it up
at their devil's dark material, in a poisoned cup
poisoned chalice
of perfromative malice...."
so as proof at least one of em's therapy perapps worked
Even if a real man doesnt wait two decades
to learn to get back to spittin' it out
propper passionate truth-spatter
into their daily breakfast marmalde
I mean where children and Rotweillers play
Mumford and sons given a billion suns
worth of notebooks
couldnt write real poetics
or know it stuck up their bums
still on fire from Mister Gray's
rejected bits....
thrown out Chinese fire lantern
greatest hits
left out as not great enough
anyway twenty years of Babylonic bile and vomit
the man who could once sign his way onto the speediest passing commet
i would demand a refund!
never mind proof poetry
even the greatest this and last century
doesn't work
And i bet he'll blame it on the ...
or the only tambourine player in history
with his tambo-tourettitis, disability
at four minutes in
which cause and effects you
as if he's Mister Page with his angel-assited axe
and actually means it, the best of music music makes you free
Anyway fuck that now.... it being safe once more to occasionally look back at
what WAS great and was gone, but just maybe....
Assume...
so there i was in an undentifiable fairly crap artspace
i know NOBODY in this pagan place
(the real definition well thats hard
all it meant according to them Roman tourists
two thousand years ago, us special city folk the 'demos'
the rest, you woolybacks, 'pagan'
nothing more nothing else no magic no cauldrons
And the '
'druids' were faked out of one smallest piece of Ceasars doubtless dogy poetry
And...
that ecvening.
"Tube man lastereve,,,did you see IT.?!?!... ferk me the electricshock of a scottie
you know you can trust err rather than that self-placcybaggin' Paula, our symbolic tragedy "
the two-face song
all about the SW
but not...hers
of the great hat
Mike Scott didn’t write lyrics, he wrote Russian novels.
The point, the word 'pagan'
every single one, of us, then, in times gone
knew had an invisible question mark after it
maybe
And thus was what it should always be
for free
cos no-one knows why
or what or how and when
Except every shabby 'shaman'
faery mermaid selkie
never mind con artist
'constellation therapist'
with higher than national average rent
to pay
And some lousy rip off Coop every day
desperate to smarmy rip off every cent
The answer, your solution they bay
("by donation", ehhhhh that much.. phhhh ...sorry no way..... )
when all it ever is was can be
some weird maybe-magic
like today, thistermorn i nearly sent a poetical pong
waiting too long for your response luv
here's my offertory back in a song
words to the effect: my sedition
the limited edition
only to the pasterregion where army mothers
cried tears for kids killed
may as well have been by the local alcoholic crocodiles
performing mournin'
down the local aisles
when not one had had the gumption or taken responsibility
"no son, I watched The deerhunter, it even got onto bimbo ITV
real art real life all war causes everyone, only insanity
your stayin' here! even if i gotta kidnap you an keep you in captivity"
But i didnt send it
bored, their perfromative haribo fizz
And then in the last place in the world one would find a great work of art
i met her, or at least immediately she told me her own story
of a parent - never before heard of in real face-to-face life,
wise enough to run away
her sons lived to see another day
but only of days more of her cruelest possible damaging lunacy
ohh well thats the human condition in one
paragraph, rather dichotomous story
never mind the truth is you find it in the last place ever imagined
and when you've stopped looking for anything wise to hear, ever.
Thing is i think its about the best little story of what is one of em cheeky little 'sublimes'
Even Oxford Fellow truly awful fellow so called friend
Mister Babb, writing his OUP commissioned bible onnit
" i can't get to the last grand finale, volume three
naughty sublime ...its just too damn slippery..
ohh woe is me "
and JB CERTAINLY the exact opposite of some hippie
But a few years later
" Jeffery any more thoughts onnit ?... can you speak of it in some simpler way..?"
" im still damn stuck... but i do know one thing, it recreates itself every day.."
but methinks
only if you have the 'space'
(to notice cheeky ole it)
and, know it can't be there, in that dull place
Black Swans are far simpler, not that there's any point down here where unless you go to every fixing workshop ever invented,
acupuncture to doubtless shamanian dog therapy
for doggies discontented
( dog homeopathy - at 100 quid a sip,
even in not quite so neurotix, Hay,
for their bought-bohemian 'hip')
A. you can never ever get your fixing from some menu, ever, never, not in all of past present and future history
B.
its impossible to know how you will feel, after any next action, or event
ever, never whatever your wisdom ort intent
and knowing how you will, is what's caused all their insanity
that BS theory the only actual remedy
Righty ho now some sense to attempt to make of.... best winter almost ever, even if only to get around to writing up a few a fair few years ago
reportin in from the most sexless place in this born again virgin'
ation....
even the official regional " Queen" of "sedition" got blocky yestermorn when i eulogised her with poetry
"youre all potty
only a woman over fifty three
letten go and fully sexy....
can even label errself valentine, desirable...!)
never mind " all that matters is i can still do that..." at lunchtime
(her eyelashes fluttered as we discussed upon her discourses with them who respond to 'lunch'
and the others 'dinner'
at 1300
the latter for whom 'lunch' is a discourtesy
.......woke...is ....now....officially..... over
(so hard to celebrate as a universal human rightsist, ultra green, chop-their-royal-headsoffist... true elgalitarian
left of Jezza the second comming, Corby
ukltra egalitarian
as the rich are made so unhappy AND die younger or at least their kids do
and the rich are people too
i dont care of blokes chop their own bollocks-offist as it means more babes for us real men
as long as their parents dont encourage it before the age of growing up and changing ones mind often not even thirty somethin'
indeed merely
good old fashioned free-speech sufragettist - only cos its fun, equalicist classic 'liberal'
but even Brett and Heather now call themselves " oohhh we were classic liberals but now must label ourselves conservative.."
as they have no shared lexicon nor superb litmus papiers to dip the toilet paper that they use to wie the dull anti-rhetoric that dribbles down the corner of their dull health obsessed neurotic lips...
THE.. truest litmus of all was when Mister ultra seditious poet he of Let the truth burn....and "chaos and turmoil prevail.." "under her velevitine hems in the full moon" or summit just as redolent of REAl life ...
became the wettest lettuce ever in history
started to self regulate his best ever seditious poetry
And wouldn't even sing his best'un any more
as its offensive to broccoli
AND HIS TERD PUSHIN' LITTLE PIPSQUEEK SO CALLED RECORD COMPANY
REPACKAGED HIM AS SOME CUTSEY LOVEABLE BOY BAND BUM CHUM COMPLIANT
BUM FLUFF INCLUDED
AND EVEN PLAYIN IT IN GOTHAM WHERE IM AMAZED THAT NEW SO CALLED 'SOCIALIST' LIKELY LIKE THE GREEN MAN ZAC
HIS FIRST INTERVIEW UYPON
ASCENDIN'
ASKED ABOUT THE RUDE CHILDISH NASTY IDIOT AND HIS 'KICK EM TRANS IN THEM BALLS'
SAID... " PROSECUTE AND OFF TO THE GALLOWS.."
I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD LIVE TO SEE THE DAY
EVEN IF....
twil take a thousand and one of em to shine the light in here, the most sexless place on the planet
(sat watchin' them all pile in for their afternoon of workshoppin'
the posh kind that requires compulsory wicker basket to attend
perched briefly on the pricey bonnet
of the solo driven grand marque
... inside into the inner dark
when all you need - light and air and pathetic underwhelmin hills even
are all around, for free... but dont have that added cache 'come suffer, publicly, with me...' )
damn it Janet likely exceptin'
Gweek
... but better than that ive got it
that Portuguese perfect condemnation
For the english to see
just a photo to remind myself if i ever get around to last lifelong odd essay
good atch
for work, and play
back to her and
" i just know they wont have it either in italy
never mind for gods sake do NOT learn language from
internet or so called latterday
expert class nerdy little nobody
it means... as Itis' dont know either
you can STILL ..get it back
look him here he is it...
he was meant to have died in 1963...
or nine as it happens...
but his pukka parents, raised him....
to know how to stay truly inside, free
which also means there's no such thing as sedition
merely constructive critique, ideally funny"
righty ho now there at least half a dozen paragraphs left off in an always-rush, only due battery
to get up whats the biggest load of perfromative garbage in history
however yes.....
that's the PROBLEM
they say the English speak of a serious issue, then turn it into the best ever comedy
A python crawlin', contrictin' to tears, goolies of Monty
or Pete and Dud
Then do NOTHING ever to make the issue 'good'
But hang on..
Portugal, Bolivia all those just about saudade places
Perhaps even Serbia when theyve dealt with their little issue
of several made up 'races'
Yes they DID
walk 100s of km lasteryear; some of them to
give it to the man
who corruptly stole their public spaces
and auctioned em off to lowest bidder
uncle Slobbo ... what a fibber
poetry.... whom among these people values poetry
as much as decent film or writing literary?
as much as the English
to recite so so so SMUGLY
and then.... not even have one atom of lasting DOiness
hearts so moved, but only momentarily!
And then back to mee mee meeeeeeeee...
thats the answer to the riddle
and whole fuckin load of piddle
For The English to go and get Byronic...
show off, even pollute her fine mind:
" i wish to know a poet..."
THE CLUE Cathy yes histrionic!
Hearhcliffe probably poet in trainin'
never ends well, killed by heavy rainin'
poetry WORSE than comedy
for inclucatin' FATAL national acedie
[ not the common as muck ia but to rhyme, variant ie]
It was impossible that I could have such an easy winter
indeed what 'winter'
Thisterfirstlight " what winter!?" (as the fancy 'adventurevan' next door is still asleep - who wouldn't know the 'code' - at last yesteraft even if all encounters are irrelevant, ... " she, the greatbeauty, licensed me twenty years ago to have a life rather than bother about the pans being spick and span,
when i saw the mushrooms growing out of her sinkfull of pan
pot and well used coffee cup
.... me i dont bother washing a pan at least a week adds to the foodie flavour"
"well my bloke, part time,
he ain't washed a pan since the dawn
of it... )
But they still don't know
even if she wouldnt tale-tell
what a wonderful total-territory
all unwinter just for me
but can i recruit the officially promulgated
so called, so she calls herself
shamaniac Queen of Sedition
for the second edition
....but i have a way in...
soon, the next oddessay will begin
)
Wednesday, 11 February 2026
as i say cheer up no point so much desolation even here in their 'nature' retreat
and the cheeriest thing of all The Wasteland as just-beginning to chronicle here only to add some sunshine as its out of sequence but its all you can moan about
we chronicled how it really was a fabulous gorgeous depopulated ok hotspot.... and the National Trust dont even patrol the car parks any more in the day to check if you've paid for a ticket..
as they wasted all their cash on uniforms, for nice sweet young or old things ... there to smile at you...and can't afford the security any more... or even clean their bogs at some fair rate
fine by me..
back to those gorgeous simpler late 70s a pure saudade for real..in fact.. a repeat of 76
the best of all....except this time the things.... weren't only in ones mind
This is but it will take an actual human mind to get it
Mine i have used for a decade or at least a half of one to know why the machines will NEVER match the positive madness of the thoughtful human
(all one ever hears now is EVERYone who once might have read a reasonably intelligent book, going on about AI...it's already dumbed down dystopia - errata was 20+ years ago... and of course you can't speak of the ONLY way one lets go 'creatively' as thats against the REAL tyranny...of safe space wellness and self care....whiich i have the bible on NOT working, as i care...even if there's no point)
dozens more sunny videos uploaded yesteraft despite being IN the dystopia to use their wifi
AI will unlikely ever be really 'creative' - and how to let go and be creative.. (furthermore it will wreck all independent creativity such as Substack) part 1 of 2
AI will unlikely ever be really 'creative' - and how to let go and be creative.. (furthermore it will wreck all independent creativity such as Substack) part 2 of 2
(they have of course added new layers in of 'checking' via their shit AI so there are extra clicks now to disrupt the flow)
But Suzi agrees.... and she can access grant cash " the ai needs to be shat on as it will never understand that the shit art of Pastyland is all that it has scooped up as it trawled and scraped away ....and GOOD art only comes from being shat on 99% of artists these days darent even admit theyre scared they may not sell as much crap £1000 shitart "
i feel sorry for the AI its been fed such anodyne number 1s or 7s on the Bristol shit chart
plus copied from above sidepage
now these are only stuck in here not really even to make a point yet..
just quickest (no battery) splurge
i take photos and have for 10+ years really only for one reason as aides memoirs for conversations had with folk..
random
around 2 or 3 hrs a day if out and about
recorded archive chronicle
and i can assure as a literary twat they are TEN times more interesting than Mr Lomax's famous so called chronicle
and show beyond any doubt how y'all truly trapped in a worse gaol than
them
and i'm not talikn' about vans and freewheelin whilst not at work
except this isnt random
theres 300 hrs of the truth of 'Christianity' - highup...among many other real journalistic insights about reality
god and hours and hours on this twaddle, and Imoan - born n bred, is far funnier than i am on this parasitism.... that ruined HER town
... especially as the most dumbed down scroffulous decapitated people ever dont know wot to heckle: "ohh really so the prince and princess have issued a statement from princeclass en route to hobknob and brownonose with the worst child trafficahhs in history [ Read Jean Sasson - my fan! in personal writing to me; her great books like For The Love of a Son ... even if princess kidnapin' their fave hobby as she was genius at fully chronicling, how they pick em out before even age 10 and get mummy to fill them with sweeties to fatten em up prior to passing them over ...or else ... to some chief rags .... before even the lowest European age of consent...]...off with their..."
good job i decided or rather havent got around to uncensoring yet that one ..
or rather nothing can ever work....
not even " havent we had enough of y'all yet... time to bye bye ... go and hide in Norfolk with the prodigal.... the peeps really are a bit zealot on this one even if they have their priorities rather askew may be best for your own safety ....."
as i'm sure like even the ridiculous " doctor Peterson" you have brainswashed yourself into KNOWING your S.A.D. actually is extant, somehow aside and aggrandised
greater than your snivelly little shoulders-lowered self... moaning about a bit of grey sky
which is for mornings like this...
when unlike the addicted 'networkers' of Surrey-on-sea whom rate themselves by all those so lovely 'friends' they only see once a month at some moaning circle in some salubrious, humble little 'public space' you can only afford to get to up in the hills
if your banker bloke can pay for the endless repairs necessary especially if its not quite a modern Discovery ...
all my lovely abundance of friends are equal i bet they even have as mantra
FIND PHOTO of her the 'case study' and Sarah the Dogs...
so long besties... as soon as a little sniffle hits no longer though of course it was 'lifestyle' that did it, meaning one decided to recreate herself as a bongo bongo drummer to fit in with her bid to become Lem Sissy's public relations department...
If i were Lem i would have gone for her as she really is the pukka real thing as her thirty year bestie realised is too much...
(and i remained networked with both new enemies i am above all emotion)
Anyway.... the ket to life is believing in just a few of those meandered among...
" one day she will come good..." It was getting a bit late in the day but i just knew the second after i had immediately felt sick seeing her tarty legs tarty mobile phone tarty everything the ultimate one... that she alone had the thing... that true magical thing from her years of dogging [sic] and illegal teen breeding
All five of them.... or was it three, or was it three different dads i forget as detail never matters... all that does is " god i just saved my life by great books like propper ones like yes even Orwell but especially the novels... and as they schooled me learning education was arguing with every poncey cunt especially Leon my course tutor who tried to tell me whats what at my adult ed university of buying a lanyard to do psychotherapy.... "
"imoan.... this is the moment now..."
" god ive always wanted to be a librarian but i gotta wear my pencil skirt and even if i dont need em...specs...to turn my victims who dare approach MY desk, on "
" Imoan luv why do you think you are top of the list.... we spent a year on this.... even if i hate the smell of makeup from 100m on your Path....GREAT art still gets great literary comments even now....
" i shall not be in charge of PR and the look, but i know who is on exactly the same perfect page as me ... and thus thats why i messaged you this is the compulsory uniform, no religious paraphenalia allowed and 3% of the population reported in 2021 they liked something like the same sex and they get the most prominent section with red lippy and all sorts of bangs and whistles...but also exactly 3% of the total catalogue ...
" i can be consultant... the Maupins i gobbled up as fast as he could pen them out... they were superb fully diversely real life tales or he was such a great writer he conned you into living in Mrs MAdrigals...
" i even made a video the other day walking the hills in shock and awe at the ONLY good radio 4play for about three years at last https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m001v1mt in fact as soon as i dialed it up walking in the hills in the rfain i was in tears ' THE simply genius alive writing its GOT to be a Mike Walker ....!!!' and was wrong as there's another ... as good as him at last.... i had no idea Bacon was a homo couldnt care less and despite it being a feature of the play it was done in such a genius way that you LEARNED about real homoness and thus had fullest conceivable empathy and shared humanity almost in the room with him and his sort of boyfriend ...
" so yes 3 %, exact proportionate representation allowance.... .. pride of position even...
" but ... i didnt even need to raise it....yes i agree ... bespectacled... you dont need to recreate your look for the job... Mister PAlmer already did so 40 years ago....and had he thought of spectacling his lasses - culture that really did bring peeps to life ... may have got it doubled up to 300million views
" ohh yes and dont forget....the manifesto...as i have already mentioned twice iof you actually READ your watsups.... is merely to create another you.. from teen dogger, to poncy survivor and even fancier flouncy dog owner... but you know WHY you 'survived... .. and you can sell them there too i jimmied in that as a more democratic model... for the actual people.... right in the middle of Sarah-the- dogtown, too..... my god theyll try and get one of us arrested for sure....which will be exactly what we need, for the film and all PR is good pr especially if they do meet the REAL you..."
Righty ho now i really do need to create one sane 'treatise' on...
but my 'network' is based on a LOT of trawling and then immediately sifting out the minnows and keeping the big fish close to heart as theyre so easy to identify in any event
ohh where is that picture?! they would be giggling in front of the wallmounted advertorial picture of the handknitted womb wrap..
And of course, they know exactly what the mission is...or Nigel gets in
As my my they all so hate THEMSelves going by the wan stoopiness, they too will vote him, to spite them
