Now... oops, merely: at Last!

 

maybe there will be a younger one, one day, but....

 I found her..... 

 ten years searching.....and as always the last place in the whole fancypantsy  peninsula one would expect...

#VANLIFE god i hate that word, but it does need at least one REAL posting on it as the rest of the internet is about bourgeois tanks and hairdressing

 Which has moved here - stand alone page,  with a new just made second audio on it all, that may have some real reasons, you may need to hide...

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/why-berlingos-are-best-real-reason.html

God... three days to go to err fiftieth birthing day.... who would have thought (i wonder is she is THICK, too...?)

so, dawn today.....  time to restart propper jobbing, day

 Real title at least 99.5 or so% of musicians are so thick it is tragic.

And if you are a Palestinian actually offensive to their whole lives, exactly as essayed here on the 8th of October 2023, the whole nonsense predicterated as if it wasn't the most obvious thing since sliced bread, that all that matters is does a Pally sleep well, as that's all that matters longterm  - even raising a supremely zenned kid (inner 'vibes' don't shift if you do it properly: with the right vibe)  who always slept well; nevertheless to actually BE there always, 'present' never any phone calls as only a few actual friend-parents had our landline and no mobile signal up in our hills, and have a large menageries for her and her lil' buddies, AND get them all out exploring the world, all on nearly no money and never any dole, and no help, and never moaning, I(and long ago accepting that the best price to pay is resetting your body clock to always be up at 0530ish as thats the only time you will ever send an email and it doesnt take half an hour to snailspace its way out of your box... ( 12 km from the  nearest 'exchange' and the wires goin' through very woody woods means always breaking and very lil' signal left by the time it got to us) at times one gets so shattered you are a dead husk of only prickly trousers such as those we had to wear for school in the 70s, and need a nap... 

But poor Pallies arent EVER going to be able to be 100% sure of a good nights sleep never mind napping opportunities in their days, forever...

if they hang out where, sadly, they 'lost' long ago...  there never being any solution, to biblical rage or mere land grabbing...

Anyway....  to hear (NOTE TO SELF  XXX THE STORY WRITERS BOOKLIST SOUNDED INTERESTING...listen again and take notes)

yet another really thick smug stupid old fart musician to make himself or them twin-selves look good, performatively moaning on behalf of a people who should long ago be assisted to bugger off elsewhere where they may SLEEP soundly even if in tent in a  desert ...'even'... god even i get stuck in their swamp, knowing,  what paradise that would be .... a couple of decent rugs and thats all you need as 8 1/2 of the last 16 years i have lived, and never moaned about: never any heating, 2010 and 11 weeks it went down to minus 15 sometimes 20..... winter 2022 plenty of minus 15 ...and a dose of the bug, that one that exists, but just gets milder as nature intended.... ......  so am a real prophet of what no one can profit off, buggering off where nobody else wants to own the land .... and if its rarely even frosty,  say in the Sinai (a chunk of it could have been long-leased for about 1% of the cash spent on bombs,  finding the bodies, rebuilding, healthcare  etc etc etc...some of which of course gets diverted into the world's sneakiest middleman's pocket - those Britolish brokering it all, from their Gwery houseboats or othersuch) . and i bet the Totnes 'therapists are queuing up for a lifetime cashin in, too)

     Winter (December–February): Cool to cold. Daytime temperatures range from 8°C to 20°C. Desert nights get very cold, and occasional frost or snow

" very cold...." really?... thats what your towny internet has poisoned you with...

Anyway it is in fact THE story of the last dull fifty years -  exactly how THICK the musicians are...

as i would see pottering around with the odd one in the back of the  hairyplane, of course they couldnt manage any REAL books.... 

novels that tell them what wankers they will become,  as sure as ferrits are ferrits, unless they work hard on it..

i do believe they even managed to get into the first one,  

 which includes if the translation is even half anti-Totnessian, a bit  correct, "Life, which you look for, you will never find..." nobody told the Toty tribe.... 

Anyway there is no hope as what 'really' happened:   take some effnic accents, feel really smug about getting their day in the sun, and say nothing that is any good  for any  human, smugly ...

(as in https://www.pseudeia.com/ god i forgot I'm meant to be building that one up or that i even had it.... and that i am wiser than AC Grayling who told me to my face he never even heard of that word... despite pontificating for hairspray cash in it - that language,  even on the Tube....  .i gotta get ORGANISED even better)...

so yes once again ...lastereve... take some stupid old musicians who think that on the basis of a few awful songs that their PR ligged into the charts, likely threatening the DJs with malice that unless they get airplay theyll get fried mars bars shoved up where it hurts.... 

and a load of performative audience who think that if they sing along with some of the worst songs in history they are 'giving it to the man'.... 

And it goes to their heads and they are probably more responsible for poor Palestinians who will never sleep well and thus can't use their either to MOVE on and start again as  you can only either face whats new, or death..pleasantly..not take any of it too seriously or to heart.....if you sleep well!. 

Anyway thats too long an intro for what known for decades but what an ultimate example of just how thick 99.99% are especially if in some 'minority' who got FAR more airplay than they ever earned, and of course use it for the worst of uses.... to proclaim how they care when theyre too thick to know what actually caring for Pallies so obviously means.... 

The Proclaimers on their new album, You May Offend

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0031kqy

As must be my readership as this alone - link below,  is far wiser than anything all the West put together has said.  i know..i listen

and WILL be the eventual result,  but the 'hard way' - i.e. over a generation or so, BECAUSE of all these dire musicians thinking they are 'helping' when the problem that needs helping is THEY can't think

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/israel-palestine.html

and i do Socratically do a tad face-to-face and THEY agree with me...always... and paid with their time spent on listening a bit at least...

but i know ...the parasites are in the majority on earth, so of course you meanies win....

But what you really want is a local fan, when they've stopped botherin' about a standard Dordoigne summer

 

which one will never get,  as i do 'get' it.... 

I think it got into the Berlingo audio....

my titles are deliberately as long and wordy as his.... just for fun.

(superb , he,  benagged, didnt peer back at me in my perfect 'space' ...)

So, art farties....

 I think she was telling the truth yesteraft, one of the many Randomites.... " i know of it,  it's famous back home...." 

 " yes but just think.... why did he set it in  Saudade road...? .it's obvious what the ending is so I'm not ruining it for you.... but think! of what i travelogued around so as to find, just that one line would be enough, told to  me four years ago, by one of your muvvalanders who i didn't even like as she was polluted by so long here...merely to make as much as possible to spend on silly impracticable towny bikes... back in lasterplace there.... but there you go ask the last person you may imagine may have a brain cell left and she gave the insight into what he meant...and your fabword REALLY does, too..."

Anyway ...now, oops banned word, then. Consistently...

However it doesn't say,  what i don't know, if the lil' video clips that are 'playlisted' on here are registered as a click here, or show as a 'view' on The Tube....

deliberately, as not knowing anything at all about ones consumers-  five thousand meanies a day on average  for three months merely consuming me..is the key! 

To actually endless fun creativity - the only word that i hate using, as I am not.... never was... at all until the worst of it began, and just let go, all the way...and maybe am a bit

and i once knew well the (humble welshman) self-taught master of SEO and gaming his 'traffic'.... for moral reasons, but that isn't so much cheating its just thinking, when you have to let go into beyond mere thought...

never mind assuming unassumingly that 99% are unlikely to be able to think,  unless there's something silly and whoop whoopey... 

there may be someday

soon

Anyway even if of NO interest whatsoever as all my energies have been the same for fifty years and there is no 'place' other than a standard wonderful rare universal one i have sought always all over the shabby world... a great place to just BE... rather a lot.

ahahhh but then there is the other universal energy...

(ahh i near forgot the great speech on that lil' issue that gets far far more of its due time than it should...a solution came along rather creatively just like that t'other day....yes there are 365 of them and 5% is.... dot dot dot

 to be cont)

Oh my ohh my....

If they would just BREATHE! and slow down.....

It is magnificent,   absolutely fabulist! so juicy fruity,  at last i know who i am and why he must be beaten...

even if i will be accused of actually studying and palagrisin'..  well i am a 'minority' in fact a rare minority of  (i so do need to get back to her of the broken one... '" i was even a traveller" - that trendy, kind.... )  one of about a dozen in the whole pestilent two counties...  and real minorities don't have the capacity to 'study' for about a decade..

i just read him, once, at last, but quickly,  then....

(and how it was templated on London and the need to draw UP the drawbridges, when I am the opposite, except figuring what the bridges were for is all that matters)

we shall get back to him, a second choppee,  soon.... 

Right so many bits to add in, and no more new 'product' til i get the best recent product up...

as there is an 'art'

 series coming soon, there's one art, above all, that artfully must be used to jab at the artistes.. (except HER!) ....

soon, as usual it's all the same ole..... even if they can't ever see it any more... 

So, youse ugly lot....

 ...really all, it all, is always about is old Soccers.

But ever since even a rather ok Frog tried to brand himself as people's philosopher running around with a bit of leather on his toes, i wouldn't know him, from Imaginary-Johny-came- later, Adam, as i have never watched sport (only exception using a sockit midsummer where i 'got' it) 

nor done it...

I wouldn't know old Eric by sight if he were the  wonderful taxi driver we  - yes we, met at the Bridge of Lurchery. Whic an attentive browser of this road trip to nowhere as being nowhere is best,   may be using as evidence of nutjobbery. Nope... i remember every loose end or unfinished tract...and that  one was tossed in here almost a year ago, as truest tragedy, really.... the one sort of fine one. We meet and chat. Sporadically.

Even if afflicted with summer-wellie disease.

However....   a fairly sane chap same age, you realise there is no hope... at THE one park-up spot, space just for one, that's the very best of all for launching up into the hills....  " you'll live longer if you do 50km a week average  - this upslope here is my fave just panty enough.... and loads of uv the stupid beeb 'doctor' may well have chucked out ALL the conjob supplements but he will still harp on genocidally,  about getting a bit of it from a pill...nope!

science been crystal clear for a few years now.... the sunshine is not only a good dis'infectant' if you believe in them, when in fact that's really the wrong word despite it being the only Lowlander obsession, i have come to realise...

as about fifty percent of life on Earth is parasitical, if only they knew! they're in the majority... sucking dry their host, not quite killing it...

Basically that's the whole of capitalism all of 'spiritualism' why i am a spiritualismist, ooh that's good as i do have a note precisely to that effect, 'why spiritualismist' not that i actually care as theyre all dead being as i said " all summer i wandered up this byway, absolute most sublime hillock spot.... really... two or three a day at most ... file ita way for you and your Missus fine walking spots...ohhh you dont.... you just do your sweaty stuff at the gym...ahh i get it why you were sat in your swanky new vehicle .... all alone with your phone despite there being no signal here ....and didnt see my lil' friend approachin' you up your bum.... ...."

" can you have a word with him please sweeties if he's in there..."

" sure ... you know what i said last time we lurked up here together for a while...and now coming up out of the gorge on your bigjob like that frig me you're even more thrilling than the doggist i natter with these parts.... 

"mister ehh there's a lady behind you on her mount, shes sweetly gesturing if you could please pull forward  and let her through, her nag is so Trojan horsey she cant slip through the space in the fence.... "

" oohhh hello ehh where....?"

" ehhh.. stood just behind you... politely waiting to be noticed...."

Talk about brownie points. Except there are only some special naggists i speak with....  " god what a true lovely saudade.... ...  no neon, you are so beautiful up there without that ugly signage....  go girl....  and remember your beautiful enough without it...never let me see you not so beautiful...  and its YOUR right of way so kick the cunts in their boots, if they  argue with you...."

  Anyway ... of course in a so dumbed down fizzy lil' nation, or rather 'people'  even 'philosophy' became too big a word, several decades ago....

So where do we start? to loop back to some scenes missed out, not that any scene is done fully...yet. and how does one term the conditions, stupid Henry and all his 'deliberate' stuff, fuck that for a game of soldiers, to deliberately avoid EVERYone..and yet be drawn in to such fun,  random, indeed life-iteself is in me and her bigjob, our flirty impossible, liaisons, with some...

and now to have even been of true service....

a real un-neoned one, alone in the hills knows that service is a two way street...

And i told her the lovely-Laura story... problem with Socrates is he had the 'meaning of life' to discover, via random didactic method,  i guess, nope.... you dont set out to discover... or adventure..

You are only set out on not discovering anything, but telling many for years - ten actually, a little bit of ones 'story' - the appropriate bits, to THEM,  which may  just change their outlook a tad...

And that one story (i think it's in the duff 'the quest' mock up..) is surely the best of all...especially if ones equal communicant is on such a  bigjob she feels at ease... with the perfect description of how being 'in control' is really for the faeries...

As their new baby  half a decade ago i hope one day will be told in the story of how her life....came to be.

Now oops so... this atch really is in a way the best fun.... due the bounce. But that's for volume two... one day in about ten years theres so much to get down, into something just a lil' less obscurist...

As sadly i discovered one fact i didn't know: in the places where they really do all spout some or other 'modern' day democratic waffle... the one thing they all fear the most is some kind of authoritative objective,  comment about any single one of ....them...

But that was silly me assuming something, that in fact they also didn't want to be like those truly awful kings Queens and their sad upchuckin' embarrassment (if one travelled the world the taxi drivers usual first 'go to' icebreaker after Maggie ousted) of a Princess, endless bitchy psychodrama, they don't have in fine Portugal or Romania or almost anywhere else...   

You realise that in fact that is who 99% of them are deep down.... that is their 'mode' ... and why they arent revolutionarily revolted by all that sickening crap....on your tax payers dosh....

It's what you...want. 

To be cont. Once a month of at least some filling in spaces presently 'safely' left blank. to DO!

So, many years...well at least fifteen, pondering ' green' art....

of persisting, them.....

perraps at last, even if ' deliberately' to quote Henry their feygod

drip drip drip

time

as long as she unghosts

me

'got' it

 

very deliberate, soon....

even if, how can i possibly have forgotten! 

there is a time..... 

Not even, yet, to ask.....

" so now the education may have begun its tricky, to quote the new rediculouseratti '  learnings' ,.. what are the bees in your bonnet, please..?"

Especially as i havent even got to my notes i rarely do all must stay mind afirefront.... 

despite the MRI scans utterly in question, 

Start The Week babe can't even manage such comprehension

And still believes she can see exactly what you think

" i trust your 'sensitive'  nose and more importantly, a rather frank mindful of reality,

 previously unknown to me... so tell me do i smell?" 

" no...you stink ..."

 

so, what err ferk do i fo with it ...

 it ? 

one evening in the last place on the planet... 

just one few hour timewarp... 

to be there back again with every single one of em..

( even if one likes only girly music and one must admit no British folkie ever even got on the same page as the likes of even them MataPedias...

and their perfect " no...i'm the daughter of Kate..." 

Or that ole Queen ...

wither her nag's "bit..

of female chauvenism in me  "

the english version long ago only wantin to know all their bandmates got a bit o paedo innem....

or the one on the arts show lastereve

on muses... ferk its as if one aint even allowed to THINK

this whole splodge...inspired by her...

"ohh no... vile users ...  they,  errata we... should have copyright rights...."

when the sexcrim stats are impossible to know

so you end up with Rupert Lowe .

really rather inventin' them...

... and the fact of it

only them modern Yanks coul only ever improve, a bit

on  what was once good education

and only they could do better... upgradin via skit....

 

sadly i doubt even the best of them ... to brief spittle friends..... ruined by them old.. ..."stones" wedged in her head 

making art thats dead ...)

Anyway real positive affirmations

even if Dave's Disapointing ... is bizarrely still flyin off the shelves

In other words i do have thousands more potential browsers....

if only, i get organised.... and a sockit ...

The work is now done

To death, and the end paragraph

was life....

or just a few hrs of it:

The whole place faking it loud and gutteral ...." and a kick in the balls....."

And her by the gutter, 

bit later...... every single so quiet sweetie  moment of her 

for herfine youngman mainly raised elsewhere, son .... is a real...... welly in 'em hard

and thus, is the only one whom actually did 'it'

get 'it' back. For sure .... not a fake photon of  her ' crip dot' blue light warped energy....

she, not even born that one, fifty years ago,  when ANYthing was possible....

and err mum probably winkin

 at some poor young lad pantin

( "its IMpossible ...to bear her sweaty  flirtin")

on the Steppes....  back home where real babes were

now stepinn here.....  and will be out with me

some or other day....soon

but theres no hury or even anticipation

As every smallest as yet undiscovered fundamental particle

of her is resplendent real....article

And thus only, in one, what Eckheart couldnt ever Tole for long enough to fake voyager

al the way to what peace and centredness will always only be

one moment of no pesky Oracle Babe ' frequency'

nor even wanting anything else, other than .... at its only  pure enjoyable, secure,  humanity

 and of course smiles the darkest litup energy of the whole universalist

matter .... at " and you're a splendid young mongrel, master race more numerous

than muvvas " we are just  vast ....shutthefuckup... ...we never end....." even  moderner human,  too..."

  

 " so ...actually...i really just stopped in to add in lesson two ....

" have you seen Rock.......?"

" yea i heard he died...."

"well thats' weirdly well informed.... have you seen it yet Babs.... ??

" well... I don't care what Vladite anti-omo stuff your brain may be filled with and i am the most one hundred percent red blooded  womanist ever.... all these English blokes they always all say 'it's only because deep down inside you wanna bit of this, too..'..

"with this weird kind of coercially mind reading tone,...of look

"that i hope i clearly rejoinder, mind-read-fully.... no thank you....

 " but i was made to watch him up close and personal maybe the year or so before  the movie....

"one of the most wonderful anti-anally uptight yank expositions you could ever imagine, shame it didnt work.....

" he still drives me beserk.....

"ten out of ten for tryin'.... 

"really.... it's what i doubt any even Glasnost-Ruskie tv ever managed to do

"next.... when you've digested how even the sexually wonky can enforce,  their revolutionary purity,

 and masculinity,

in something useful, that makes you think..... even still to this day

there's this book just come out or 'twas last year in fact, 

i saw it in the shop here and had a fine chat about it

 (do have actual photo so my lie of no one elses doesnt actually count  as a madman's sin

but libraries are FUll of only din)

can't afford it meself but I'll get it out from some library or other if any have a TRUE cultural catalogue, left

about how a certain summer, fifty years ago....

started with Brotherhood Of Man, number one....

and then when  your really rather artless Pussies Riotin' 

weren't even a riotous bit of fun in their mummies ones

 in about one month, along came a couple, of new artists....one had their first lil' record out, the other she had her first gig

and in fact a young lad, rightly did protect his equal from the 'dirty old sod...'

and to quote a commenter

I missed it but everyone was talking about it at school next day....

"and at least one of em was a true genius so much actual artist that we were far more terrified of her when she first hit the telly, than even him.... "

"so....are you...? ..."

 [He smiles, a very whitey smile even if mong, and about ten percent raggety head...]

" you have no idea how lucky you are.... really..."

" i do.... yes ..."

" no you simply cannot know only three years back in these lands how truly lucky you are.....

" she can sit there smirkin at me pondering when she can insert her fave word, retard, or mention her 'crip spots' .... or shout at me.... ' no you reeetarrrrd you havent REDDDDD  Leeermentovvv.. you can't speak his language so you didnt even read some thinned out cats piss soup of him....you havent had a cauldron of him shoved down your gullet from childhood,  in so many native words even i still dont know all the flavours and what they mean.... 

" ....you simply have no idea how lucky you are......

" I took CONTROL of her.....no union moanin' no gulag tribunals as to whether or not the Kommandant made some fair decision as to a year in the hole, or was naughtily coercin' .... I am herr educator..... 

" there is no one like herr.....and if you're to stay here,  never mind this county that kindof started it, this country....no one else who could conceivably take on the regional camp kapos who will shout at you and dob then you in, for not having exactly the right constituency of shit in your slop bucket....

" so have you been on the walk yet i bet you haven't well if you gonna keep up the smokin' the science says that loads of sunshine and 50km a week amortise it all, as if you never have,....it's pretty clear that in fact the vod gets you far more likely in the end, to hasten it.... . "

" no not yet thats why he's here....we're off up there tomorrow....."

" good i dont need to issue any warnin's about meaning what you say as you're sayin' it in front of your waking companion, thus proving you're not a Brit as there's no way any of em can retain their kids as actual companiontoo....

" you say you're twenty two......

" you too..... so start this evening and watch the Lindsay Anderson...'twas shot in fact in one of them absurdist Ivory Towers....

"and if you look carefully its in fact rather good on bein' feminist... 

she gets not only proper billing on his pillion, 

even if round ear most of em were born as goddess on high, without ever earnin' it...

by taking pride of place in the front row a bit of artistic gunnin'

em down, who especially are in charge round here....

NO interest to me, ever, theyre so dull they wouldnt even know

so did you start on my list yet....?"

"  yes ive bored myself takin up your ....su...gestions.. sirrrr...."

"and did you watch IT yet.... the starting gun.

even if in fey boy Italian...."

" yeeehhhhhhsssss....."

"son..... there's your lesson one

" no Enlish un would ever ever ever do what she's TOLD.....
"its statistically impossible..... 

"born 'n bred indefatigable..... 

" not as she said to me Raputin's 'positive revolution'... 

not even feminine mystery

in fact just some weird kind of tragedy....

" and...??? ...yes you....and....??!"

" yes......[said with a thing that wouldn't be understood in this vile religios nutjob a language, of Trevelyan's  five hundred dumbed down years of 'baptism of fire' and even landlady .... said with a look of pure dark energy,that knows it is the only one energy that keeps the universe from exploding into some insignificant little one next door, and hiding forever there in entropy - not one stray photon escapes from her whole darkness, the most perfect;y conceived dance step in all of history, that gives nothing more away than one word, affirming.... just yes] "

" god i'm so glad.... look at herr.... who now knows that teacher is right, and unlike any others you can ever meet, just does what she's told.... i hope for your sake you can find some local and bring her to tea...

to meet your impossible, mummy....

..... 

" so.... when you MAKE him watch it, too..... first things first .... and i hate all nightlife or ravey dance musac but of course there's the young lass at her canvas thats a groovy take on how none of them can ever let go here...

" but it's the balcony scene ... it doesn't matter that its a bloke slaughterin the rather stuck up woman....  its the after dinner speech... ' all ...not one but ALL of us are so rediculous decadent..

parasitical.....  in a way with no precedent..... that film that scene could NEVER be made by any English film director... that's what happened duck, we almost invented that kind of superb modern enlightened..... stuff....

And then the endin.. the meanin' of life all a blahh blahh blahh.....  well yes and ok maybe it is but i know what cheif dark energy 

tells me

if there is any future, for your lad's lot

just blahh blahh blahh..  every day try to jot

something...... son, she is the only hope

and i hope maybe ina few years....

shetoo will try and be someone who merely contributes

with her words, into the great big daily infotainment  fondue

as that's the only hope ...for you

she is the bigjob, gun at the start,

but if she's takin' you into the hills tomor on my three hour mapped out assault course

..well obviously she's the finishing line too:

she knows how really to love you "

Righty ho why is he here? ohh yes....

"and especially this kind of county.....all they do is write endless folk songs about some or other place in 'nature' or some or other mythological place....  

" yet...as i spent most the summer up there..... their fat arses show they never actually even waddle up and discover what's actually the new age or all the rage.... repurposing their silly myths for a bit of modern day, far more enjoyavble,  fantasy... 

" but i tell you.... just go up and get lost - i am fussy about wildernesses but i do like it up in this one...

.... sadly youve missed the perfect summer ....  you dont need to take the official routes  or even my starter map.... next time just landlope up one or other smaller lanes....  its great lots of places nobody every walks along and motors rare as an authentic folksong.... 

or singer of it....shame that, its how i first educated myself.... but i can tell you don't need anyone from outside..

she knows what to do..... and i can tell, you don't want to, from your parents, hide"

That one number three needed censorin'....

 

oops, for an operation that has no centre so as to have time or energy to compute anything

 i think i make very few errors (one video about 2 months ago was taken down by ITS owner not me and its still in my fix-list, i care, see...)

it was in fact this one that needed adjustment therapy (which is a 'thing' even if mine is better and free, and goes all the way, when they go as usual nowhere you need to go)

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/09/the-ai-will-get-us-too.html

which wont make complete sense until it is one day unbowdlerised as some things must be, in this most enjoyed iteration.
as there really is no knowing what madness the 'AI' sees when it reads most thoughtful and UTTERLY sensitive to all human sensibilities,  material, which it put back a 'sensitive' label and i aint got time to go to the Appeal court...yet

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/07/real-english-women-or-rather-only-one.html?zx=9ac96f2e8b314a4

which i should care to 

after all i do have five thousand nosing in per day average 

(undoctored photo later as my wonky old laptop hasnt got the spinach in its data centre to even merely rotate  an ordinary jpg  without having a  jolly good grumble)

 not that there's the slightest chance any will ever pay me what's  due!

Ultimately i just feel sorry for it...

poor lil' K9 Tecjhros  badly trained mutt, being fed a data centre for brekky every day... and some big fat owner tellin' it it must dominate as there will only be one who wins Crufts...

and myself even more, as for some months i wake every sunrise or even before and say immediately, do not even THINK of anything new or askance and don't even think about putting pen to paper as NObody ever reads anything any more except comics, or 'reels' and thus couldn't read my wise words even if they said they may...

I mean just take these two, today, 'insights' to use their orrid word usually reserved for their supernatural nonsense,...  three really

third item, on poetry

One and two really should have gone into a fluffed out slightly more fancy pants version 

and sent off to the comic, or perversion'

called the New Yorker  or even Atlantic.

They're worthy.

But no point as, someone injected those 'organs' with scurvy

some years ago.

 

 

And the last line: " ehhhh....luv....... NO MAN EVER ... would be allowed to fully and unreservedly incorporate rather a lot of the manifesto of.... 

 into his Booker Nominated literary fiction.... or even cartoon"

But no....it - that lil' incongruity in respect of 'we are all so oppressed, and disadvantaged,  always... still' .... cannot go 'in'..... not even to a well educated  Amor Towles book reading ... Yank.. Brit, too, in all likelihood, even if she would be rearing up to bite your nose prior to you even jabbing it in her metaphorical bosom...

So how on earth is K9 to actually decide anything for sure as it munches one day a few more bowls of other points of view.... without getting the shits for ever and a day..

and what does 'forever and a day'  mean K9? Put that in your pipe and smoke it....

damn i've forgotten a whole punch line in my head since real writerly wakey wakey time...

next

"summerings" (or The Pukka People's Emergency Briefing)

 

(funny that wireless Four announcing what i thought was dealt with decades before: sweeties at school 'dinner' 

down to once a week 'til they get a bit thinner.

Except not until next year

woe is what a silly aisle, 

never mind politics forever in denial)

....right so Summerings part 1 of many, 

a glorious one with time merely to watch a bit of universal, reality

 see today's bigjob, below)

Notes still to process and put into more readable form, so so energetically boundin' around half the time.... 

 (note to self, why the land was ruined, cos she knows better..!!.. 

there being plenty of Charlotte Churches queuing up to bag the allotments in her many year shitty lil' city,

 her towny Mininster  of Ag best budy....
similarly oblivious to the actual (depopulatory) data

that doesn't exist; so of course one can only have conversation based on her decades long, 

teaching, what is statistically WRONG
and the minister only knows her version

of her departmental, tutorialised inversion

of the actual facts of reality   

what a coup for my record of  real history)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Righty ho back to, now .... in the 'moment' even if it hasn't really "changed" for twenty years of em....

right way around, for a change

P1

bigjob

Refs.....

as long as I am utterly zenned in place for 9am monday morn

The ridiculous De Botty adjacent (they're ALL the same year after year, 

decades on )

Dr Xand van Tulleken

what a laugh, as if he's only just invented, 

what was known decades back, all a discontented, con

nice lil' teddy ....

placates all their eddies,

back and forth... around the terminal "wellness Industrial Complex"

sorry i got there to that'un i do believe twenty years ago

with our friend, Alison

and her twenty quid a tube of 'colour therapy'

ohh woe was me, even then.....

" your mummy ... well we thought she was ok, until 

it seems she went mentally ill, and started to tout her lil' tubes

of coloured water, round Hay 'farmers market'... monetisin'  all the incomer pseuds

not the best example,

 to you two,  i wouldn't even drink a  sample

 i guess it goes with lettin' you be you...and eat your bags of sweeties all night til dawn

was that a yawn.... come to ours tonight, 

we'll feed you something dad made from scratch,  healthy,

 and you know it won't be at midnight!" 

A MASTERCLASS

 in the nouveau younger intellectual (yummy) adventurers talkin' through their ass

with new big words, for what even the smallest minds knew about three or four decades, past.

Starting The week:

Living with uncertainty

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0031jqz

Now....that really is[innix] a point...

I don't like to self censor unless maybe why hadn't i thought of that!?

 https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/09/now-never-mind-performative-artlessness.html

...but she should join the gang.... now starred...

Now..... never mind performative artlessness.... (the 'free' speech of a 'protected' species of them birds....no i can't theyre not worth it even if the only feebirds ive met for years.)

 Just a few miles down The Road... oops i only speak Serbian, Km....

even the YAnks went mainly themtoo

fuck that's what Teapot headerry did...

take us back to ninetween twenty  ferkin two

about ten, killermetres....

Now you gotta have on in your ears the greatest ever version of the greatest ever road trip song

who cares if their a sexual 'inversion'...

Them Indigo's  if they haven't died of their own 'campaigning' for what was dealt

with long ago....

If i released my interview with a couple of local lezzies

about Maxwell's nasty "intentional" silver hammer day

and one must never even intend to hurt a fly even by accident

I could almost....redefine dealing with all this 'can't say that....'

Cos they did.... every single word that every single other peeps thunk, 

but not one has even had a smallest spatter of spunk

to... even hint.

what must of course be the entirely health and safety compliant one hundred percent harmless  version

as i don't meself even wish their Don a bad cold

and hope he grows VERY old

of a gag or ... un'used' old bag.

"the AI will get us, too..."

 

now.....  oops, so....

Anyone with a brain at least a  decade ago knew exactly what the machines will do, and can't. Ever. As i said to 'err the redhead.... but have so many times before, even if the problem is that yes you have to have something truly wanted and needed and lived, so 100% successfully,  to lose...at which point the only wise thing the should'v been 'beaten'-organically, into silence, long ago, Wendless recently composted, Berry said " what the poet [insert any kind of original thinker, neigh even slightly 'creative'] needs is to suffer the worst most unimaginable razor blade  decorated hoof  jammed up yer rectum, as near fatally as possible...and survive..... it" 

which is true as i couldn't ever 'let go' ever, entirely, of thinking too much about yes even longish texts to write spending half a day on them back in the day when two short paragraphs, was long....

yes...their silly machines, couldn't possibly ever be trained to up their game when some mad disgruntled employee comes along and pisses all over their circuits and they explode ... and thus eventually, being even more sparky, in what they think - ALWAYS up to the line which one never must go over unless one actually wants to be 'committed' and the older i get i do see that the Britolish are addicted to that eventuality, after all it's nowadays so trendy...

Especially if mummy's L'Oreal shares could be exchanged for a few months in The Priory...

But deadly serious, no skittish anything, I know enough about 'computer' function, even if i only ever use them for this unpaid function, which is the joy of the thing...no one owns my circuitry or in fact even invented it.... and 99% is all mine, even when 99% of the time i think " there's NO way and cutesy lil' new ways of putting things CAN EVER COME AGAIN.... especially in the least creative society Ive ever known -  any of Swestershire...."  (two minor exceptions who should be major but one's simply no idea what the latest ghosting's all about....shame i got her yesters THE best info ever on where to sell and what he gets for his pieces - a true mountain man has no coyness or qualms... merely one hundredpercent unreserveded encouragement, once removed...for her intent)

No way can any 'machine learning' machine fed on the fact that 99% of online is anodyne one dimensional nonsense, especially about where newthink may come from.... ever even get it: wanna write imaginatively or with a bit of life in you like them humans....  get one of them to be human, and really jab something VERY hard where it hurts... then go and lick your joints in the 'desert' for about 40 months....  then keep saying the true reality to yourself for quite a few years, there's no point never mind any way one could ever have energy to attempt to groovily make any point, ...now try thinking you stupid load of electrons owned by some stupidest so called oligarch, ever....

Or, the rather obvious real net effect of the machinery..i mean all you had to do was watch a Grammerly advert a decade back, or have fine fun with it's chief bottle washer about three decades ago.... 

but that dawn ....

 drunk under the arch at one end of their Champs Elysee...

 best free parking spot in Gay Paris...

  having not passed on ones unknown crabs to her that occasion.... to know how one dimensional  it will all only ever become, as they can only think in 'corporate american' unless of course they actually fancy, one...

on ones bedroom floor just as sayin' bye bye as 'friends'...  my god talk about the most repressed people in planetary history...

Exactly what they then did with her Gramarly...

i mean even using that name is stupid, as my spelling is generally post tsunami

ok... but i can't recall one m or two..or an e or not

if you want a word shop, pick one like me

'Acedia' bookshop, about the same time i first met ...oops i have never even DREAMED of cheating on a woman committed to....

ahhahhh...no one knew how to spell that one so you always had to give them your lil' card ... clever marketin' technique...

and it got into second place after Aardvaark bookshop on the local guide,...

chavvy spiviness always the same as soon as brochures were invented...

The internet quite obviously after a bout year one, of Yahoo or whatever it had become

One big 99% spun of fantasy, brochure, so as to sell your rubbish, to me

Good thing about propper countrymen, they don't ever pay a penny for anything,

if it can be replaced or held up with a length of bailing string...

Anyway poor C****** (rhymes with a mark one, all they dream of) , not only stayed in touch all those years, a Crimbo card of err and 'ub, on the fancy yacht...

a bit chubby, drat

Imagine the planning committee... " ehh boss.... could you please help us define that fuckhard word 'romantic'.......

 is it you and blubber belly sailing the Atlantic...

all look at us were livin' the life, on YOUR words 

we monetised? 

or that night you mentioned drunk, at the last crimbo party

so drunk you were crosseyed...

and cried into your punch....

reminiscing about that moment when you were 

choosing whether or not to remain

and laugh at the further carpet burns, guaranteed  on that particular train....

of thought, less, word salad, 

sorry if i had the greatest ('foreign' female mind ever invented

i was only enthrall, and committed, to

I  couldnt begin do an adequate OED entry

on what on earth it really is - that ferkin 'r' word even via this rather long ballad

that's only about just that

ohh well how said never mind

and if you think their so called 'intelligence' could even summarise lovely C***** and R's,  Christmas card

well you are trying too hard

As it is impossible... as any even self-tossin itself off every day for all eternity

so called 'intelligence, will ever be

pastiche, part time, in what takes full time

being there... to even begin to know what most the words actually mean....

and even then...

 

And anyway as it always has been with e very new age 'conspiracy'....

there's always a solution, as per my own 'common good' ferkin obvious pro humanity

splurge to an EXACT sequence

long known, long under way...

i have absolutely no idea what on earth i will ever say

next.

And that's how you blow the anally hoof retentive stupid lil' pricks

fuse,  never mind tell it a bit of truth: Yanks could never even manage an English sentence..

why such a society would until recently,  give their worst offendin'  people a nine hundred and ninety nine year prison sentence.

It would be so easy to blow the stupid thing's fuse

if it read me rather than micromanaged 'news' 

or any other fake conformist so so say-it-to please, views

That's all the internet ever was. A very few rare exceptions

or you could just use your handwriting to truly screw with its head...

as i decided to do long ago before my mobile bed...

and as Wendless couldn't manage, 

go through hell 'n back.... indeed one has more reliable scrawl

after backwards through their 'hedge' (especially hers the second of many

and what's very best is to almost never make a penny)

 

LOTS of scrawl in the can already

soon...later ..god i HATE self censorship but meandering the most uptight place in this universe and the next

And never actually saying ANYTHING at all about them....

one has to be careful of every smallest word or hint

as they've nowt better to do than think only of ....

well that's a good definition of universal-narcissistic-disorder, too

at least he,  my fabulous first-of-two, male encounter had exactly the same reaction

" ehh yea rather overused word to say the least.."

And he (3 weeks back) educates their ...excluded... children* 

And i think we know....why

* i mean just that line and quickfire dots as pauses.... no AI would ever understand exactly how all the last ten thousand years of so called civilisation, is unsaid in them lil' gaps....

nor how even the stupid Chret's got it into their 'all is cant and vanity'...

Big drop of handwritten stuff...next

oops...nor would it ever get, how when there's the smell of a hunt

 and Scarlet's out front

(her equal lasterthurs i spied... and related)

sorry, her band mates, 

are gonna be thinking about only one thing

her .... ****

anyway yes if AI can predict what i ponder next it can have my whole million words, free its probably already stolen

I hope it's got a piggie kind of hardon

all srewiffery, designed to get stuck

Doin' a Montaigne, just to self enhance, or next generation.

 

But that's the point... there has to be one lone loon who  knows it never ever can

match the  persist-able belief in words, like man...

even one knows long ago...

to be cont

and how does it know  those four stars are cunt

when all three are so absolutely in new orbital harmony

And even beat the moanin' creator...

into ... knowing what red hair was actually for

lettin' go ALL the way... the lezzies chasin you round the stagefloor....

and teasin' em...

so as to get the VERY best out of themtoo

all the rest just one dimensional odourless yankee  poo