even if i don't power myself ever to such cartoonery
Which maybe should be the actual word for now
.. the dodgy Aunty has at last began to get a little ;less awful without proof, OR proof that ONE - just one...
can be a shining candle at 0300am worth actually having bothered to LIVE so as to hear...
New PAge THE GREAT ROLE MODEL
(pages may get more easily added to or found later on, by me if sharing - i share ..ALL ...for free even if maybe i should say NO MORE except one day a week, i shall put my new material elsewhere where you can't find it ever... as it wont even be in my name and this near 4 year waffle is all you get except the odd obscure update that merely attempts to go back and fix and finish matters started some yerars ago i STILL have in my fine mind...
https://www.ralphschism.com/p/the-great-role-model.html
but that wouldnt be being QUITE pure - SAm HArris, I am sure Hilary and others even if they have nothing to say, did say " i waffle for free, if you are poor you can ALWAYS have a free 'scholarship' - i have it photod worlds so called top neuroscientist.... i wonder what happened to the brainwaves of those on his forever free 'scholarship' to his channel... got the email " fuck off now unless you pay 100+ bucks.."
cant even go back to the back catalogue - i had a range marked up 2 years ago as EXACELLENT example of the wank... total disaster of Americana especially... their so called 'top minds'...
Almost all parroting very very pseudo CAli stuff still...
pseudeia.com is Sam...
Anyway there comes a point where one NEEDS to eat but i dont want to even slightly go 'back' on any words....
I know i have a range of stuff that given time can be tirned into stand alone ebook things even if ebooks should be banned indeed all E should be avoided...
it doesnt work
ONLY paper cuts through the overwhelm, static or...
(EVEN Anne PAtchett can't settle down to READ overa few fine days MIddlemarch - formerly the UKs greatest ever book so said the peeps until their brains were rotted by JK's slop and they now say Lord of The Rings fantasy nonsense, is...
when the fine Griselda of the OUP (highup top dog - even got tyo go on intl jamborees) said to me face to face 2012 " ehh i wont be allowing MY 13 year old near that JK nonsense.. REAL life is ten times more thrilling than their pathetic lil' jerkoff fantasy....."
Pratchett of course popularised
for a whole PEOPLE who became merely cartoonsih
(my word of the month i haven't even got to yet)
ergo... precisely!
The one great Yank hope
All Brit so called thinkers, can't as of 15ish years ago.
The Kush being maybe a bit highbrow for the masses but even i was suckered into leaving as parting gift a copy of her Bel Canto
2023 at...her houseboat....
I take it BACK!
Burn it... chuck it at the one seagul that isnt toxically dying from Gweek shitcreek
if a very very middle aged smug bookshop OWNING babe who trades by books and wisdom has not read in probably 70 years of adulthood THE one greatest author in the English language
ferkin send her to Russia...
to be EDUCATED
every factory girl
tart there has Puskeeeeen so rammed down their throat from birth...
they are human.
as against...
no American i have ever met - over time...i mean a LIFEtime...
why can't just ONE be relaxed and rest on our fine laurels and riff honestly..or accept a differing viewpoint from an old friend
Cos number one bestsellin' book babe cant even be BOTHERED to mean what she says that she cares for the greatest of literatureand read her top one
even if Silas is better.
Build a wall all around the mad lost continent, and fill it full of Ais all murdering each other theyll find cute
while the rest of the world carries on evolving...
Boycott Patchett - clearly the secret greatest literary fake EVER even moreso than Moth and RAynor Winn.
buy Cusk and the Kush (ner) instead
Now all I want is to remember not to be such an intersectionally self-vivisectionarian retard and not be so colour blindly forgetful racist, when occasionally - rarely, i may speak of the girlie-folkies..
And i always forget to mention the greatest sort of Queen.. of back then.
Who took it all somewhere so rather new and sustainable... even then.
Often on my turntable for days without end, the other Queen Joan...
(who nobody ever knew or would care what other human in her bed.. and thus remained splendidly bright eyes, shoulders back ' tits out even four decades on..)
Saving you HOURS of figuring what on earth is that 'New' Atheism, or why the whole 'heterodox' internet - which is what replaced in past times, sometimes a bit OK periodicals like TLS, The Atlantic or even Prospect mag, and how/why the rediculous grifters like DAvid Fuller of 'New reble Wisdom' and even thicker Chris Williamson.. all want to be the next rediculous bullneck Rogan who actually has read one book, and got it wrong..
Even saving you time reading this piece of toilet paper
cos its A. so badly reasoned as WHY and HOW to bugger-off the mumbo jumbo and B. even the BBC call it a naive reactionary ranty lil' schoolboy thinghttps://www.ralphschism.com/p/how-new-atheism-totally-destroyed-any.html
But does NOT exclude the existence of Faeries, however is fully diverse in that one could never conceivably know WHAT faeries think, want, or how perhaps they are really pissed off in their little faery ways that only other faeries may 'access' and be able to in any way figure their schema, which for all we could never know, is to experiment on humans daily to prove to themselves how not to live, if they ever do come alive, and exist in this 'reality'
in a van.
But the very opposite of that Ivan in his camp.
i THINK THAT (UPLOAD) WORKED...
A page is double photo's you'' lave to figure
Me i can't even read what is written up in here due nobatt
It should say 13 Oct page 1 if not, the stupid ferker has put them in the wrong way.
And the stupid ferker puts most of them in landscape my end when theyre shot in headhot.
(ahh there she is smileything)
Now.. actually then a couple of years back the very last sane words, " I'm reading it dad..."
But what is the opposite of his long camping trip?
(even if i have tried to tell err The Ruskie " god he is so dour.... there should have been SOME goodtimes, even there.. so in your muvvatongue, i know I'm not allowed to even use the word Pushkeeeennn... with your ' reatrd! you cant READ pushers in English you must BE him in Riuskie... ...' )well fuck it he needs to be updated, with his antithesis...i have A duty, TO... NOT THAT ANY ENGLISH KNOWS WHAT DUTY IS...)
All I care about at the moment is that two 'documents' need marrying, but i didn't know that until thiosterdawn.
One a sport of poetical odey celebratory thing already written; And the missing bit i didn't know about until i picked up my stupid pen a few hours ago and wrote itg.
And i do believe i have only met one who actually would 'get' that below...
And thats the point, of the ode!
(no pity in her... as per Rachel Kushner's Mars Room genius...a bloody hurty time.... pitying doesn't heal anything ro even allow one to understand anything real - none of British publishing seems to be able to ever understand although one has heard interesting things about them lower class Ulster BAbes of late....)
Ahahh but there's still a bit missing and i forgot now what it was...
Soon.
(ahh ferkit...this in drafts a lil' while....
a rainy day maybe someone needs some reading material....diligently retained as evidence)
no not this one
So we have a person, who is the greatest case study ever, and takes publix...
I mean stick on AC/DC doing a tango in North Korea and you couldn't replicate for one shmanian vibrating tape recorder, the 'DARK energy'...
in her "transcript". That was made for publication, as like 'em all in their voodoo heads they know they are the 'chosen new Miss - higher'
up the elevator to Nirvana
and a better class of hot yoga..
or energetic healing
Voodoo...
(did my blown kiss heal her poor sore thumb?)
" I open in love and light...."
which a thousand pages later is the definition of how to make the next Mister Manson....sssss. of i pray not her kids.... but they never had dad to balance.
(Anne Patchett's dad got to interview how interesting maybe thats why she's above all the ridiculous Voodoo! and thus in Bel Canto so beautifuly danced along with any old commer... the kidnapees knowing the kidnappers...just simple once sweet lost human's too... in what has always only ever been small 'p' politics...)
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1CJzeIhTr2AoW_hu98fothDxj6yBsj4bA?usp=sharing
Anyway from a week ago - sucha backlog, and reminder of a promise, too
What is the opposite if Voodoo?
(to be cont)
i can take evocative snaps but lil' Miss snappedjob... 
It being merely for The Common Good maybe just one of my thousands of so called readers, may just 'get' a sentence of it all....
two audios that have far more on them one day i shall do a Sam Harris style " this episode contains" nothing but loads of his bullet points
in google drive here
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1rjBRoEyRNNfqQiJvkjE2HmJU6aycKTod?usp=sharing
to be worked on edited and remembered what i was waffling about. Soon.
But so much to do funstuff todo....
Now... disguise and camouflage....someone likes my wordplay...
Who doesn't get invited to the word play here. Where i am master of disguise even moreso than her camouflage...
As one perfect 'moment' she knows is so valuably thrilling
(and funny at both our expenses)
it may take a year to get it into something she could sing
(and even create one of those silly dances)
Now....
for a complete part hermitudinous walking in those hills
silly billy
One never quite gives up... and having at last met SUCH a breath of fresh air on both threir breath
Perfectly poised - no 'anger' that can be Miss Taken for passion...
I have a ridiculous amount to DO on rainy days...
I shall not even get to the REAL entertainment long promised... her Transcript...
A 'document' that shows in her hand just how much real damage is in metaphysical nonsense.... when it even admits to the damage to their own kids... by her, whilst giving every excuse for her to even remain above the simple law of being a human that keeps to the rules of life:
Letting a parent see his kids before his most untimely but several months on the last bed, death.
Never mind latterday shamania - its all been around for far too long the whole "I am the chosen vehicle" dystopia that got far worse than anyone bothered noting...
latereve ...for at least a while before dozing off to himtoo...
So, searching, for some other way to critique ....
that's a point! shared lexicon how on earth does one describe onsesself in a so called society where even the word 'liberal' has been twisted into something, by some clever dick, suggesting one is in fact all along part of the corporate plot!
(we knew about fourty five dull years ago, over out underage illegal shandies in the pub)
So, this is war... especially now it did indeed come at dawn. (How wonderful to be spanked yestermorn, with a real woman's words " I think you need to do a bit more work on that one ... " i did tell her that getting out my big job, meant it was time to get down to the propper one... of describing that glorious moment.
Which as she knows is an ode... to what should never be. In one dodgy tool of her trade.
Gobbledygook over soon. Especially as we have a new word: rootsy. Perfect; even if it comes via the usual icebreaking via some dumb mutt. (which has to be also purposed into how the one that always makes me laugh - i get her infact always have second sight " i just KNEW you would have that arsy awkward squad answer to my simple straightforward polite question.." who is most insulting about her dumb mutt. She loves of course but performative love is perraps the problem... )
And the word for the day is bogus. Even if in Bogusville which is merely a whole region which has no interest whatsoever for me.... at least its got a slightly nicer vibe, flavour or frequency, than fake.
And on the very last walk...of course! California and The source in one troupe so inhumanly trampin' around not even noticing such a truly lovely place to have some random encounter and perhaps just a lil' solidarity that such places should inculcate...
Nope, the endless 'headspace' talk - or rather instruction! One pointing her gibberish at the other as she knows so much more about all that brain function, right out of a Fatty McGee so called discussion....
I bet she monetises, too....or at least plans to. When the latest science is the whole damn thing - high-tech, imaging it, is illusion....
Yet more of the same lost boy hype...
That yes indeed could never in a million years be figured, from a brain scan, of what happened in mine, when i saw that one perfectly symbolic violent repercussion. Beyond discussion.
She though seems to know - intuitively, value free, magically. Why it made me smile.
and thus is worthy of living on.
When to others it would have represented, The End.
Politeness thus far means she won't admit all the others around the bend.
..... lets see, how far; and what the breakage does portend.
Ok back to business, now ... without any doubt theres a gloomy fog
all around, (even the price of nags has just plummeted! so i am reliably informed
but i bet no one mentions, ditto the price of their houses, down the bog
nineteen ninety or thereabouts i remember well,
it took about two weeks for suddenly Maggies property owning democracy
to become for many a living negequitous, hell)
And it WAS for TCG that the bastard kept keepin on...
All obscurist Proustian perfidity is gameplay and it's mentime....
(At least she, and her good art, agrees!)
I mean what the hell is this FAery nonsense?
"up in the hills of destiny, in the fairglow web of mystery"
Never mind there you are doing a truly important job sharing the whole Enlightenment
and they all give up and go dog-spaz
(Dutch or swedish the sleuthing says he spoke... spoke - fake, giving up..i hope he caught rabies from his dumb dogs)
Always the same ole rather dull 'purpose' - but the point of having the time to ponder purpose, is also having the time to ponder fake purpose
And far far more important fun, or even mutual fun, purpose.
FUN! soon....
But weaving in wots that common good, even good for....?
well if the kids never learn to even be quiet in the library then how will they be ever expected to say for example not cry wolf..
Or even listen for a real cryin' out in the dark...
full illustrations soon....
of those noisy madmen
especially as out of the deep blue at LAST....
one on exactly the right page - she knows she must 'illustrate' for her young lad.... exactly what a fake ferkin fakery everything became...
and even said " i am using nature to prophet....
but it is payback time.... paint as you say the reality
ofit
to at least tell the truth of it...
needing a little Frog style revolution
even if meself total one hundred percent i wouldnt even stamp on their gas cylinder grenades
all damage to even fascist state property is naughty
never mind any person
as that would be damaging limited resources as well...
never mind there are always other ways....
As Mister Gillray found, to his credit,
and bank bal credit, too...
cos just like in times gone yore
Dooneshire and othersuch places you'll get your head choppettied off for telling
true words.
about whom really may be more to blame for...
well she said - their damaged river..
begins with T
.... most of em rather magyc mush instead
(at least they dont affect her sonsgsingin' lil' head... i drug test, in para two
and you don't need a sample of their hair pee or poo)
part 1 of many
ooh it loaded them up in the right order this time its as hot and cold and upsy downsy as all the rest of em these days...
Now, like a REAL version of NOW which is about the future...
OUR children's future....
Them, wow! they are life changing....
A true artist at last who is so so honest about even her own profligate usage of hydrocarbons...
and how THEY should ponder self restraint...
FOR ...THE....COMMON....GOOD
as example to their fifteen year old...
And she said it before i would dare even think it.
And thus at last can speak freely with at least one of them... " well i jotted that years ago but don't tell any one as my my .... [ to be cont]..."
(all i really know is bring back Monty Python - all the Europeans did see it, i know as i ask them, and it is perfect shared lexicon, for such splendid hilarious absurdist stuff in the news - and you never hear a European performatively saying i never listen to it as one started to hear in the Britolins two decades ago - i guess they know its a necessity, simple citizenly/parental duty, to stay a bity informed... but when one of those technogarchs announce "we are going to make it against the rules to emotionally abuse one of our machines" you know that even Monty would scratch his scrotum with an ashramic smiley look on his dumb face, trying to figure how one got to here? ... forgetting the answer they answered - that we must laugh at EVERYthing in ourselves.... even things like how my once sane schoolbuddy spent his whole last twenty years perfroming avidly that he's no Thatcherite whist living in his million quids worth of thatched property-owning-Thatchies and all he can think of is passing on inherited wealth to his lass he even calls "bimbo" whilst sharing stories of how our contemporaries who did inherit dosh..[not me never a bean thank god!] .. had a far worse life and often a shorter one too... all an absurdist theme park hall of mirrors, and no good songs any more... the two matters are not unrelated.... as you can only write good songs about events dear girl events... especially as they are in a perfect word picture without any need to TELL peeps what to think.... i mean even The Bard wouldnt have dreamed up that Simple...Twist of Fate... a better word picture than his wet lettuce attempt! )
I had no idea it was that bad....
Bad not a word, or a most inadequate one for total extermination of the soul which takes so many years to tippy toe forward into just about tolerating itself.
And events, dear girl, events... (such as falling in love with two toddlers and one not yet even toddled out the funhole yet)
Nope, you can do an MA in 'compassion'. Which explains the one who zooms all around Europe, very fast, many hundred km a day, looking for places to wash her hair... and endlessly preaching " i'm living the dream for you to watch and plenshly be at oneness with me and be healed just by my sponsorship deals so i can pay for all this fuel" and also am 'beyond the script' whilst figuring whats to be the next grift at some 'medicine' festival once the plastic tits have been compassionately removed WAs it an MA in compassion and mindfulness? I do believe so. Which is irrelevant in that all of them give orders like Stalin's executioners: " Be present.." or else. The 'else' ion question: you won't achieve my level of compassion as my lanyard says I am it... as does my business plan.
To be continued. Now at last the reset has been part finished. IN such simplicity and ultra zen. And bounce.
SO, all these loads of words are merely still about one thing begun early twenty twenty three
Simplicity.
Yuck word stolen by the grifters to graft onto an MA in it* ( and all their other Stalinette notions) I am sure they have by now..
Just, what is 'simple'.
As stated one must complexify to simplify. But that sounds like it should be a module in one of their learnings... for cash and CV status.
The real purpose of being a simple simpleton is merely figuring by living in it - the common bad, what is the common good. And it hasnt changed for centuries.
IN a bit.
* but they wont have a lecture on self compassion or compassion for others is knowing if you have a splendid eight hours deep sleep even on the cliff edge, then that means you've done your actual universal utilitarian best..
And it's up to A.N. other to maybe who knows,,,mean what s/he said...? You have zero purchase, not even a plan B... all or nowt. So as to be free and be back at nowt.
And as I know the one true artiste... wakes up at a decent timetoo...
IT will have to wait until dawn. (that common good' wotsit? even if it's a;ll in notes and even the cheap but so reliable fountainpen has been reset)
But will it work...?
And i don't people please, a full 'book' is already in my drive... that certainly drove one to his death.
And why this mumbo jumbo stuff is far more serious than one may make jokes about to break the tedium of so many of them...
Will she join in making the number one... as i challenge the worthy, to explain,
the magyc they claim.
Even by name.
But that's embargoed and the perfect fun,
in a bit of real coherent ping pong, at last.
THE great journalism of the summer - truly superb.. (the Media Show she was catterboxing on one aft) .... thoughtful, by a female, as I am quite sure he was bored of himself, he aint that stupid, and liked having her around for cheap thrills...
About two months ago... " i followed him around his mayoralty for quite a few years.... my my what a polished performer...never mind a bit of a perfect so called social media sensation at times... [ i wish they would stop that term i mean half the worlds presidents, prob nearer three quarters use personal broadcast channels from their bedside to announce policy for gods sake its patronising and so retarded a term the world is part televised unless you are a young french man who dropped his phone while DOing something real and thus couldnt go ' viral' ... ...]...
" but i think once, only, i saw his TRUE self....one day there was some bad press about his Mancunian Fatter Blue line one day suggesting they were a bit NKVD...
" and you could almost hear the splinters of fragile glass exploding behind his always smiley seductive eyes working away to work out who's veins he is going to slit and drink their blood..... if they dont stop saying hurty words about him..... "
And its as if everyone else has forgotten or not been fact-checked briefed on...(so many "he's so sweet and chummy he needs a free pass" ) .... this superb woman and her excellent real journalism
About someone you will never ever know their REAL side...
He's so good at spinning....
well...
" ehh those lil fancy things you fed me with...[video soon theres a pipeline filled with what is there so as to spite, all the besmitrcheratti or mere assumers as all Anglospherics seem to orbit their foul rock in the choppy seas, stuck to... only that mode...]
" ... well they werent what i expected...."
" you... what do you MEAN by THAT!!!! ....? you insultin' my fayres...??!!
[ stated with the emotional energy at her stage
she's still there dancin' at, and hummin' along.....
and means every word.... of her total nuclear no half-measures... brutal nuclear winter fallout]" no... i meant INTERESTING... a bit like you... really mong... like.... sweet on the outside but inside fiery and vicious..... ok satisfied thanks.... ooh do that look on me again please...
" now back to business... its the YUMMY MUMMIES you gotta go for.... your patch their literal temple and playground.... hers my idea list..."
Anyway far far too whats the Dickens duff line? better a place or is it finer....
what a ridiculously unimagined best almost ever summer into the last day tomor....
Too much happening nowhere and in an unlife... i forgot, of course, she, isn't all Oracle Girl 'pure' bred....
She's the ultimate mong...I mean you cannot get more: all the raggety southern madness, still arguing about whether or not knees are too erotic a thing to be shown in public, and all that hammer and sickle stuff from up North...
And a babe who really knows exactly what hers were invented...for.....
The purest medley of everything for a whole century...into one sweetest mongrel smile.
("and dont ever say 'retard' never mind 'spastic, as you've been mind-controlled now, into its correct euphemistic term of endearment, as 'twonce was, in front of the yummies ...or i tell you luv... you'll be so blacklisted even you wont know whats whackjobbed you... they're far far more vicious than your amateur NKVD..". )
Never mind that so ridiculously perfect lil' un laster weekend... proving mongrels are far more advanced in their mental function and SO much more alive and dangerous, than any mere purebred...
Is a mongrel, and if not in the so called blood, in her past...
Being those formatives, do shape and positively confuse if between Aisles..or continents. And the chief Mong my ohh my...
(" we are so ridiculously lucky in fact THE luckiest generation by far in history... ballcocks to our miserable maudlin or even depressed descendants who moan and assume and find reasons to piss you off as theyve got nothing more menaingful to do..... ...bully for us! ....who would have thought...for example one could have had in ones DNA about fourty dumbass years The Flozz and his takes-him-rather-a-long-time-to-kindnap-her-onto-his-bigjob-REALman-houseboat-song, from that perfect book, into good film assitappens, and then thirty years later you can chance across it being sung live and very dangerous when we never imagined Gabriel's magnificent magical realism could ever be re-artformed..into something just as supremely as emotional....... its paradise this Tube...we could do this forever... lets.... c'mon your turn next..."
And even not blink an eye, at being told in writing just how "dangerous" i am...
But when it comes to the real war.... she hasn't got a hope.... it's not even a slightly fair fight, in the bear-pit of it all... great singer or nea...
Cos i got the real lethal ammo in my popgun,
("i was even fianceed to one of these babes 2003 talk about a silver lining and the cancer got her a year or so later... talk about an epic of epic headfuckeryish tragic proportions... but i think i know what the silver lining was to that un...")
Right now lets focus on the meanie-nasties after all I've spent a few weeks sweating blood so as to ..ehhh.......why bother?
Cos i can.
.. even livestreamed.
Though you'll never know who is shootin'...
Cos....
(i mean don't even bother listenin' to the Zaccharite pip squeeking about ol' news.
And what do we have - as said to The 'green' who would lecture them Lords on his neurosis about every speck of woodsmoke.... seven years aback, back - i really do have a very nasty good memory " David...when there's Utterly no one to vote for any more....give up and go ona road trip, so as to meet some Frog birds.. they'll sort out your overthought, neurotic head too...
"I mean that stupid one so called head of your Greens...CAZ wouldnt even manage to 'get' Womans hour yesterday..[ok eight years in the future, 8 Oct 2026 but sane people knew this thirty years aback] .. even if they can't quite say it: silver is sexy.... makes you look YOUNGER and far more Montaignian bend-em-over-the-Aga, oui ou non?.... DESIRABLE...nope she goes to say nothing in Parliament every day via her hairdresser attempting to look like a 21 year old boy.... so deranged that such a look may be sexy or SYMBOLICALLY positive....never mind setting the worst ever example to her fans...
"politics just being symbolism and ....
" and all we have is this ridiculous neurotic obsessed with using chemicals on every hair in her thick head - never mind ENTIRELY unable to smile and prove to the scrofulous masses being green - the SIMPLE life version not hers so full of hairdresser appointments.... is NICER sweeter more fun....
"and that this lil' photo of a lil' hole on a less fat calf is about the most romantic photo in history... what's she doin? runnin' away from a violent armed madman even more armed than her? .. off to headbutt a councilor for allowing all the laptop class on prozac to fill the streams with Prozac piss via their planning 'permissions'.....?
" but even the silly boy lookalike.... who cannot ever speak about anything REAL-green, says that ZAccy boy is even less green than her... 'and he doesnt talk about GREEN issues'...
"ergo, twat....
" but feel sorry for Jezza the second helping ...even he couldn't get CONSISTENT kitchen cabinet members around the yogi tea or fourty cups of the Serbian.... who aren't going to go and work for Palantir one day... DAvid....go...it's long been Teletubbine, on the really dodgy brand of Prozac which inserts the lil' green wo/men into you, and thus sending you off to an appointment with a straight jacket [ ooh thats a bit insulting to Zax ultra inclusivity, especially parrots they love] by ESP, before you've even read list of side effects..."
POINT BLANK....
She, i knew...loves to attack with words, is armed, and wears black and hides her identity..
And will she ally with me....?
Propper....no half measures, all the way
RIGHT THE COMMON GOOD Is in noteform...
soon
So the survival mode is so groovy, even if it's mainly a matter of temperature. Seven and above one awakes with mind at full power into the mystic of theres no point, as theyre all lost into overcomplex definitions of the so
simple
But at least i have remembered the best of many examples of the simple grassy roots of that so simple ' common good'
So, seventeen years ago almost precisely, one ascertained that the vile little cockZucker had repurposed that word, using the babes who were grandiose moggiemaniacs... who could only get out of bed if they knew that their 500 Fakebook ones meant something....someone cared...
All fake of course qwhy the insanity already present from a decade of their Big Brother and all that vile crap - a new valueless genre, invented by a largely childLESS 'media' class of creeps (and it would be improper to even wonder just how many were childless by dint of being a bit 'same sexy' ) who got jobs at Channel Four as they werent quite posh enough for the Beeb...
But 'friend' - never mind latterday performative wellness as currency; long before it was quite clear that this performative "all my many many friends.. and my network" thing destroyed friendship as you can only have a few real ones at any one time...
As one can see in the wanness in the faces come a bit of a fuel price increase or quite ordinary extreme weather ...
Pure fear... and inability to accept the end... which may be a few years being a lil' chillier than they had assumed as younger fledgelings...
As they pissed off all the potential nestmates with their Utterly unrealistic Tolle upon,
lets get it on...
even if cos there arent any other sane ones left.
And Andy PAndy and Zac the Houseboaterist wont tell their adoring fans
"you may be a little warmer in your Winterings, if there are two per woodburner"
Plus it's an expensive taxi ride to A+E if you whack your thumb on the job so painfully, and can't drive. So tolerate someone in this 'present' 'moment' NOW...just in case The Borders...close
Anyway there are those who are struggling to actually have any real friends. But a friend+ is one who sniggers at - even if digitally:
" ...so there's you and your hilarious babe-as-thief song... and the way you sang it ferk you meant it.... steal the silver lining from his breeches too if you could have! ...but .not only did we meet adjacent to THE most romantic place in history...aside what to me is the most The Road road in history... never mind your fabulous 'real woman' enjoyment of vicious violence... and well developed upper torso muscular abilities.... we maintained our entirely miraculous lil' link cos i stole from you..... and even admitted the terrible beghhaviour as having manipulative and dark undercurrents .... i mean as i said there will have been STONEAGE folklore against a woman's whackjob-hunting club being filched.... 'up to the magyc circle with 'im and sacrifice im for his Uttermost cheek.... chop im to bits and feed im to those angry gods...' ....
And reads one's sincere message " i hope you arent having issues with your delapidations..Im an expert at sharkteethed legal redress against the baddies if so..." and actually pongs back a coherent communique...
BUt would Voltaire or even Montaigne know, that to have found a real friend in THE one place in the whole pestilent Aisle which twenty years ago one knew for sure was the life-force giving manure spread around the tree or vine within which Medusa herself bred and trained her serpents....so never in a million suns worth of it all ends in entropy and dead darknesses go there! ... is the greatest irony in all of history put together with what is unamaginably also the true version hidden in the coal cellar...
The best joke of all, on..moi...
Even if a splendid definition of friend before that was eaten alive and turned into snake shit
However.. there are issues and dimensions that must never, yet, be even hinted at...as a friend must be 100% loyal. No matter what - as she has been told.
(to stick ina folksong she needs to write but i have 24 hrs ONLY to attempt first draft and of course when one has .true....purpose.. then it gets far harder! even if it is in three years waffle here - if i could sitill it to 5 verses then all would be well.... )
except the metallic weapon replaced by her woody ones...
But the real war, to the deathknell of those fake therapists...
Is if i am 'interested' in someone, null-class; rather classy in her darkie garb....
(i bet it smells, too)... but her lad, mid twenties, she has been told.... yet another lost to their Black Dog...
That can be dangerous as Mrs FAntastic discovered as she was so hilariously flushed by her kids, down the bog
This will indeed be war......so as to rescue just ...or at least ED ferkin ucate err..
After all she lives around the corner
from the famous one who drove em all around that bend
But she thinks lion tamin' impresses me..
Only one kind of nulling is what he needs someone to be
Anyway to get new-phase far far more philosophical, and ruthless....
(" god we really are the chosen mermaid class especially all these underwater lovesongs youve filled my algorithm with now... but stop... i mean we are the luckiest generation ever poor maudlin mid twenty something wont even have in thirty or fourty years .... just that one line in your fave one I'll say it starts at the end... i mean i never dreamed in a million lifetimes i would hear that again and now even see it sung... as 'twas sung then... in our formative and so hormonally filled younger years with or without lions involved.... pure vibes the real kind.... no other generation has had return in such a truly sublime poignant and whackstick around your poor head keeping you far too much in Oracle Tart's actual purity of a perfect frequency lost but refound... ...blahh blahh...."
"However.. there really is NO hope when the radio 4chan play i was sat down to enjoy the other day on a van babe and her nomadly freedom down at the coast....
"no council tax nor water bill
"like Nomadland.... is such a vile self-pity piece...
"and of course she runs out of road when she ..makes herself ..perfomatively ILL!")
Now far to many rather cutsey lil' moments of late to keep up with one or two rewrites.
The best but maybe lost, bouncing on THE JOB:
Now i really get it... a decade back it was all (internally
no oner to speak with even slightly philosophically:
"now i get it their currency, social glue is endless moaning about what's wrong with them.... charity shop, supermarket aisle, even at the petrol pumpsd
i can't take it any more, runa mile!
up the hills away from their endless ills"
But that's all really rather reversed as one slides up that greasy class pole.
Get into the middlin' lot, even if they all of course dream of being pukka upper (middle - the aristos all became the loudest junkies with the most glamorous drug habits nobody really has any empathy for...when they should! Quite randomly several decades back, before she was necktied to death in some pompous lil' prick's sportscar on the hairpin bends of those splendid Voshes.. a random and sweet encounter with one who had been damaged so much by the soulless banker dad - of course was drawn to the equally damaged poor famous junky Master Astor... who i saw at her funeral probably junk-sick, couldnt even shed a tear
to say goodbye to the one who above all was to everyone most dear)
anyway forget all the rest of all figuring and philosophy
As at last i realised 'wellness' is their only social currency.
and ferk me
if you've run out of it....
Because the one really rather fundamental part of life not one can do
Is come to terms with the fact the end comes, to everyone, even you.
But i had it better in first mental draft, i can't quite alchemise back maybe ive lost another recipe
wellness, their meaningless only currency
All currencies any sane mind knows merely imaginary.
etc to be comnnt...a new phase to reset.
..if ANYone can ever take in the words...
Excepting the null-class, her classlessship whackjob.
I suspect she whacks her way through life merrily oblivious.
After all she was a lion tamer (though detail has yet to be ascertained - was she taming some fake lion taming bloke's lions?
How, only, 'interesting'
And i have extremely shark teethed radar when it comes to the so many faking their 'circus skills' so as to show off to the mermaid-class who invaded the land and made Maggie's farm a drug den of supplement sales transactional relationships, only, below their womb wraps and fake rastalocks )
I know she is likely to be above the words,
After all its about looking into the lion's gob and knowing you either fly over the mountain or crash into it.
Or are as The Mong learned, you're either up that duff, or not
And when you are, all changes.
And you entirely forget past Miss Carriage...
Anyway i know nothing, except i doubt anyone except said whacky LT,
can actually take in words such as " I am constant".
And playfully Voltaire, even if i would love time, now, to attempt to learn more about him. Even if living in an ancient dysfunctional family 'home' - or in the serf's quarters..one realised 'history' is not even a partly pickled pinprick under the skin of who people really were...
That 'home' not being available to inherit after it was actually blown up as the uppers were so laudanum 'n punch pickled they couldnt keep up even the window taxes.
Anyway so what as so sadly seen own eyes: A real 'compassionate' empathisation... death can come along just like that, when one gets to a certain age. A man who a few months ago had good bounce for his age - about the only one who I would see regularly up that (now finished) hillock pathway... suddenly looks like he's been on their 'Liverpool Pathway' (you'll have to look it up" I ain't got time to waste on those not in the loopy loop that got snagged around everyone else's collar as they try to repurpose it as some Brand of fake bohemian necktie).
Anyway...if i say "the great reset" i mean a great one that takes time... and via mutual benefit, has worked.
Even if the second phase may take a bit of time too.
But it is more than a 'constant' feeling. I myself a stupid optimist don't even get how I could have a spring into summer and into nowish of such total bounce. Unimagined bounce i thought the bounce times were chucked in the swamp of their sick minds (distracting me - so plenishy-'GIVING' of my time and anergy) in March.
So if one is to - short cut language! claim a bit of Voltairean heritage or similarity - and i only have constantly all my life seven cups of strong Serbian style coffee a morn', one has to at lease describe 'the common good'.
I doubt the (as one tried to simplify via shared lexicon twenty years ago ) 'newish age' lot - which means almost every invader to Swestershire, and all of those invading the Marches even if they were clearly i see now those who couldn't afford a gaff in Dooney-Poshshire... and thus had / have some innate sourness merely from that failure in their lives..
Or 'alternative' or mermaid class, or Toty types... (except her DEFINATE null-classy one ..i only like and value truly the Nullites - are there more? ) or especially fake camp dwellers around Gweekshire...
...My my that was so interesting even if three whole years ago.. seems like yesterday and at once a whole lifetime back - which is how to beat the ferkers into wiping that smug ejit (Blogger spelling is such a one of em it redlines it as Miss Spelled..) fake smile off their fake faces...
'The Common Good' being even if the poor sick ADHDer.. or whatever else i forget was her excuse for being too lazy to get up and sort out her twenty tons of hoarded builders-wood and other madly collected miscellany...
You have to act towards here the way you would wish all other peeps acted to each other...
Gently kick her arse into gear with a bit of daddy-love, as you are helping her salvage all the wood pannels left for a winter
or so....
no matter what your 'feelings' are...
towards her, cos your plenishy plates of mushy microdose they all preach
don't work.
And turn you into a vicious b**** straight out of East enders...
disguised of course behind wombwraps surfie signage
and miscellaneous other rotten stage
directions for a play that's no different to that ye olde Hollocaust
or hollow cast..aways
nothing even to say, about 300 dead children since that so called ceasefire
a tad logistically assisted, down their road
Only ever used to call, someone in authority
and set him on her - not very neighbourly
wow thats a pretty good insta-poem... not pondered never aforethough
Now i gotta write one that .. sums up what i felt when i saw her violence
and hurt thumb, from her dumbass showoff ..dance