The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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Now all we need is a tad of the rains, which won't come ..
Them BBC weather still in paranoid android mode... demanding you need your wellies a few hours thistermorn, just in case
(and the ONE GREAT journalist man dead ...ferk at sixty eight... my Sundays are over...and he never even moaned "this may be my last episode" i feel cheated... i was entitled to know!)
Now... there really is only one tune....
times two
... " a mile up from your den of take every quid or grand...but as we know you can't parody, them, there... it would be fatal.....two...."
the most obviously dangerous ever hilltop interaction.
" right you two.....
" when one of your 'kind' was given the diversity hire bigjob on merit.... i took Estelle to London town and we saw on the metro... do you call it..ehh i forget i only speak with bloody foreigners and i do take care to speak in their tongue as thats respect i never hear anyone else even attempt in this BPD narcco paradise of hell .... ohh yes subway...
" i wish i had taken a picture actually i think i did.... every single Evening standard out being browsed, and every single one a black face on the front smiling out down that carriageway...... ... even if he turned out to be a bit..."
" yes we know a remilitarising conman.....let her side down ..."
" anyway...forget that.. how is it that you knew that Finland... ohh yes dont forget Chileehhh..... ' no more ferkin pesky democracy on merit lets get it, great reset, over and done with.' ... babes in top jobs equally and THEN lets figure out who has the sexiest hardo and thus gets it on 'merit'...
" i mean if it were me maybe, you see she changed her MIND...no English can ever do that, seems impossible interbred from the times oif us runnin' the slave trade i guess.... and i duno about Former sovs if they jhave a change-ones-mind soul.... probab;ly fatally infected, too....
" me.... Tulsi... she recently resigned, i guess due your big beast goin' a bit more pogun than he had suggested he may....
" me i would vote for her regardless of label.... as you say, theres nuthin between them i mean how did you know we're all three just oldschool classic liberals and yoos still in school...so Tulsi in my opinion but maybe there are others... ....why you need to start up the babes [on sexstrike] tea party.... and no mad Sarahs who begat the big beastie boyman infact thats an insult to men.....
"that fabulous steak of grey says to me she really does know how to live in her older skin...and courts incongruity the only actual sexy thing there is if its done with sincerity...
". and i am even more of a pacifist than Captain Fantastic as ive lived and loved in warzones, inadvertently....and sat in a front room in late '92 with a lovely young Serbo Croat VAnja we had given refugee digs too and her mum and dad were on each different side of that madness by so called birth, and they lived on the actual demarcation line between mum's in laws, wanted to eat dad's....
" but if a babe can change her mind as she seemed to .....and spout peaceful means....
.....
.... .."
" well we will look into her and picket herfirst...... "
"but theres just one thing..... i wonder if you know..... your people..... in my wanderings and various landlopings the world even if the best are up into hell and here you are, the only hope there ever can be ....
" if you want to know the difference between your gaf and all the rest....
"even the so called hippies gotta have the biggest fat noisy motorbike..or biggest noisy hippy waggon... even CAptain F gotta have his big showoff bus...
" nobody in your whole pestilent big country ever can even imagine... that less is more....."
some wordless true words of nodded yesir! ...dont need explaining
" but i know if there were more of yooz, sat in the potholed and crumblin' track up here...as if back home in Virginia in the interbred loony parts no one dares explore ....well there may just be hope.... "
"we couldnt in backhome in fact they dont have them, its all fancy and fenced off ...we love this old steepsloped.... weedy byway to nowhere we could sit here all day just...
being.. but we are interested in politics... and yes we had heard of Marie Black.... so yes what are we waiting for..!"
or maybe two. Even if the same dull theme rolled into ten years, no change.. iondeed thirty
.........Uses ex corde vita as its official motto to represent an educational philosophy focused on individual freedom, emotional growth, and inner passion over rigid competition
Now i can die... as i know there is hope, and none..
As the Greeks knew with that one sentence of three words, a long time ago.
As up on the hill there is a kind of person one never would dare to stop and chat with... them sat in the middle of the road on strike
HAlf an hour into, it
(THE only hope there is)
" ....my dad said we should watch it..."
"Just remember Captain Fantastic first.... theres a girl in it your age about....
" Don't Look Up next.... i don't know which is the best modality, supreme humour and equal seriousness... or rather more of the brutal humour in the latter....
" and if i dont hear on the wireless in a year or so that you've organised a total cleaning strike, care strike, and by then i shall also be able to say 'sex strike' without you blushing..... im gonna come and find you.... as you know until there's a Meryl in the top job... the world can't ever be safe [as the only great half hour chatterboxery chimed] ... fuck the Constitution even Pakistan managed to have one of your side of the endless so boring equation ...in the top job even if it didn't end too well for her ...."
But this is so hard as youtube is such a sick mentally disturbed twat for several years it sticks some in 'videos' and some in 'shorts' by it's sick little selfsome
without ANY rhyme or reason
and i lose track of what is up
for nobody to look at never mind pay up for
(ohh yes the ULTIMATE anti-Tolle admission of PURE authenticity
is in one ..)
soon
theres a sequence
and this one to be fixed mid morn
PLAYLIST NOT COMPLETE YET ... bugger off til 9ish and munch someone elses poo
(god it literally is perfect here thistermorn, no walkers just him meandering but sadly the bouncy one isnt around any more she was a real 'inspiration' for real .. i enjoyed watchimng her truly energetic bounce... but the true religion of stealth works on the who is around now principle, if theres no one that means the atchin tan is also available for tomorrow as never be in the same place two morns running...in this very observed universe...)
the very worst thing and waste of energy is i have to relisten to video clips as some are for very PRIVATE memorialisation not for NOW a few more rather real things that if you say them you'll probably get shadow-banned at best, whatever that is (Brett, nouveau N..., his obsession) ...
and i cant be bothered any more so some vidclips may have things in meant for some private 'cause' but i no longer have the perturbation about me left, to censor anything ...nearly
even if censorship costs time and money
(VERY pro halfbreeds - the only pone - half Paktoo...who knows what her baby DOES need! nothing!!! cept her tit for now...)
hahhh hahhhh there you go theyre all getting up!
8amish...
why for decades a real country fringe dweller has to rise at sunrise
before the rest get up, usable signal
COMPETITION of scant resources no green fake ruralite can ever admit
from 8ish...
theyre all at it " who NEEDS me....? on my smartie..."
no signal or not enough
probably has missing one or who knows i forget the way the BDS swarm and then ...well, swarm away to the next one they think they can ....spend time with seeking only attention ....and i fully empathise as i set up 'outlets' for their attention if they actually ever REALLY wanted it... for the right reasons, but of course that's only ever notional.... until they use Eckheart for toilet paper and discover that the Now... is DOing it now, or soon...
And then your tomorrow will be
Tolle free...
no need for any of the mindLESS nonsense they devour, as lip balm in a desert of only them to see..... the cracks...
in the broken mirror
cos you're fixed even if as always one fails
even i forget just what are the important things to spotlight showcase..
and thats the point
But at least i do have a memory...
The above probably has duplicates, i care about as i know Im not a retard like Sam Harris's Jenny Cidal-ajacent 'TEAM', who makes many production mistakes at all, in an ideal world, where one would treble check everything first before pressin' publish, but i live in the ultra-NOW...' hmm what can i do now with minimal resources now as for even midmorn god only knows...?'
as to save battery i have to so splurge and it doesnt show the fingernail even until its gone and 'processed' it which takes too long and it will only show part of the title wording so its pure memory spatial... by feel
(The ultimate " diversity hire" to quote the BBC on the head of internazi justice thistermorn; who never had had anything to say except look at me I am yummy shavey and wont say what needs to be said, we have absolutely no idea wot reality izzz!
which is wot the science saystoo)
reality is if you can fall asleep listening to his clickbait con, having scanned it all to the end where the so called ' hologram' isnt the ine their latest religion would love it to be
the one where its all a computer generated unreality so Elon's swarm of nanny bots will come along and eat up all your xebobiota .
so you dont have to DO anything in this Holly gram..
anyway and going back to the start, as he ANYthing new to say....???
ohh yea we knew that 100yrs ago..and that fifty .. Einstein hates dead catty slits
and the box ( Shroedy's) may be an illusion too..
none of it wirks
as a whole
but his eyes can never light up ( Like Lee Smolin's in the glorious annus 2020ish or 21... " even both my clever dick string theories are probably popycock., we know NUFFIN., and there is freedom, .. and hope.... but don't make any more mess in the nest its really likely uts a real one and not made if quantumly spooky self cleaning strings ..." to slightly elucidate upon exactly what he meant to Keating ..."
but you cant get that through to Gweek as its trendy to sit around the druggy camp
fires
as pouting the latest clever " its a hologram" ..
load of cockrobin
and Miss Interpreting science the latest guesstimate which does not say
its like that one they all say so as to avoid the hoover
especially if i am to really get that passport app in
i will probably have to duell their only one poet, who maybe isnt fixated on homo erotic marchin' songs...
so ...the miniscule parasites in the stolen blood in the tick's dull grey flatiron grey
bloodsack
upon the bot's bum
polluting his head with De Botty
bollocks
all seventy books of his multi level marketing scheme
youre ....all mere warm up act for the real men
.... and as for yestereve... " god ...i wouldnt sit here on your doorstep with a roll up luv ... i would bloody well stalk her all round town ... always... ...look at her landlopin' up the street back to you, not just legs of a gazelle and dont she know it tartin around like that.... but her jokes ....the moment i met her... that subject even, the one we arent allowed to even consider as subject for debate in she goes with her sharpies ....... frig me she was like some cure for everything, every single stupid thing gone wrong this century, in her first so truly vandalising sentence to me ... she is perfect.... i mean she holds to account
every silly bitchy bit of cant everyone else does by default...
just by her persona bein' extant
i told err shes got a responsibility to unqueen the current old hag and take her rightful place owning the crown god only knows how ahe got it it no longer exists.... never ever ever... let her out your sight .... in fact if you dont already In your little girlygirly games .. i'd chain her to your big brass bed and...
" in fact i'll eat the key as tribute to something from another universe where metal is still for real
so there's an 'ethical hustle' which isn't even a hustle as i officially no longer understand ANY brit..
Ones known years even. Tell them of a big pile of gold, you know all they care about is a big pile of gold, and they have this you've-caught-me-with-my-knicks-down tome in their voice
as there is the smallest quid pro quo, and no benefit to me, of them actually DOing what they have said for years they do...
I bet another one of them fuzzy matrixes thats at least 25% BPD..
But act as if it ain't as i am "bulletproof"
*anti-kairos a bad way of putting as - literally AS..one 'gives up' (kairos beiong its exactly when you need it = time to love die breed be genocidal, etc all in one..) one meets in a church and has long wonderful chat with the only ONE real man for many a league or even km...
(long hair, i commented, just like they all so rudely comment about me lookin' tarbrush..)
THE ONE who if one were setting out twenty years ago to speak about environments you NEEDED to meet on day one... " thirty two years with the bigjob posh National Park.... senior..and i was tyhe scientific powerhouse of REAL intelligent ecosystems..."
And he agreed with every word i condensed for him, of this recent offering to you - exclusive my readers, errata bots infact parasites upon the dangly bits
of bots, they are so bloodsucking mean
indeed ticks... on the bottoms of bots is all my readers ever were,
so you got first what NObody says -and the top dog of the i bet it's royal warranted sewerage dump agrees i am RIGHT and nobody focuses on it at all...
HEREIN - link below, two audio files made yesterday on what nobody ever simplifies and speaks out on in respect of the REAL major cause of all the damaged watercourses in UK.
Which are at the root of the tree of life and thus just about all the rest of nature so so badly damaged too...and it will NOT change... it cannot due chemistry and physics...of the home - summed up below
just as i officially give up ever nattering to anyone ever... there was never any point. Ever...
and the egomainiac armchair warriors ego-fest argue about which molecules does what at The Warren at Hay (water test monitoring fakebook page) to show off to each other rather than DO something about it ALL..
But then that would affect their property prices, too...
All thats at the root branch and diabetes medicine [into their wye my tests showed] shit spattering bottom of it all....
"mutual aid memoir ehh always try and plan ahead mutually if maybe running that way who needs what.... " no Green like Richie the preacher to his only converted could ever managed as all he cared about was being seen in his lovely clean always superwashed neon jacket in the streets of his dumptown...
despite being the '...Local Environmental Newtork...' but the finniest thing of all was the day Gordon said to me having been told of films of many local hedges being unlawfully cut by the farmers in breeding season....
As Gordon is showing off powering a lightbulb by an exercise bike he never used quite obviously
" simon...we're not an environmental organisation dont you know..." despite so much fundraising in quasi charitable roles... using the word in their name, "environment"
And that was the most beautiful case study of BPD and NPD in one...even ten years ago... exactly
I have a superb memory i dont even need to get the tapes out....
retained as barter for electricity or other things of use, nobody even thinks to ask especially in Swestershire home of the uber alternate Teletubbine twatclass.... ....almost every single one saying some wank we were all saying 40 years ago. "we need some other form of exchange rather than cash.."
Its truly the most gorgeous mad opera even some anally addicted ITi wouldnt imagine, indeed even the one greatest European great cinematic mind himself of this century
wouldnt dream up such..material...
not that there has been ANY point for 20 years explaining, except for Hunter soles worn out in the summer sun as wear is FAR far higher wandering the streets of Gweek or other similar places with your Hunters (or other even cooler fuck it must be hot brands,,,, 35degrees and wellies on performatively in an actual drought (caused ALL growth to stop a month ago thus i am bankrupt as no calls not even to weed their borders or lawns..) my my that's what i call fanaticism in respect of performative respect me as ive got posher wellies than you....and land too.... that will have only dried up springs..
anyway no point saying ANYthing to this fanatical lot such as " if you care for little bindypop's planet maybe youtoo may use wellies only when REALLY necessary... " and of course Caroline Lucas and fake herd of sheep, trying to make themselves look 23 with a 23 year old boys fancy boyband haircut, when shes 65 and as a result always looked silly and really rather ill ....and the UNconverted ununThatchable need to see someone who looks NICE in their own nice glowing healthy skin as only envy fuckin works in a sceptic shopping Aisle like this always has been ...no hope there.....
or Gweek where its the only currency there is
ehh where was i ...?
( i have decided if you pay up enough, to make me look good, and just keep it at 5000 pageviews a day so i can show them though that doesnt look very good compared to the weird 220,000 views some days a few weeks back, in fact you make me look even more of a failyure, to be consitent...
i have already written the letter in my head applying to The Serbian Embassy for honorary citizenship or at least a propper job at the top of their tourist board AND their application to fuck Croatio off and get EU membership on schedule soonish...
after all NO country other than Youessay could conceivably have so much mass BPD... so we shall start there, testing them if they will let me in having been very very rude about Serbian homoerotic marching songs on youtube and i shall never edit my material for my own sake ever...
BUT VERY VERY complimentary about that wonderful movie with the scratchy violin players and a fine man eating a raw egg at the bus stop...a true road trip even if not very far...like mine for the first 10 years ..i could succeed as there is only one consistent semi-hero of this fabulous stream of consciousness that their really rather not so brilliant top filmmaker whatisface could only dream of...
oops exactly all i was going to write was i bet even a drunk wife beating ..oops a drunk damn builder better not confuse abstracts ..or Polish archetypes...(its in the audios i think ive got that far either here or the other place)
a sozzled Serb im sure would understand no matter how you 'feel' LINE UP your wellies all of you as stormsure the only product i trust 100% of the time to fix 100% of anything, non human, but i never meet any of them any more as BPD destroys it....
(i cant get any, no address) ... tubes at £3.50 will do ten pairs of HOLES in wellie sides not soles...
in one setting ideally, as the magic stuff goes hard after a few weeks opened..
so fixing en famille
even fake designer handbags welcome if you must
is a reason to get the shottie out
it saves money
never mind the most precious of all products
time
(we wont be debating with the DeBotties Fatty Mcgilchristfaces, Wattses and their miscellaneous very very catty copy cats [f] in some timeless multi other universe
the recent fad of denying even that eists
ask Mr Watts's liver about that particular bit of entropy
as we will have run out of time for any chat
when dead
* in fact hmmm.... do Tyrolean Italians rightly hate The South, all of it so much as they may be bribeable...
as there are TWO of us in perfect harmony on that little issue...Yaz-Mong did a recent superb recorded analysis for me (agent Z has had a copy..it doesnt say dont sleep with the next generation of these fuckin evil lost boys .... as they cant help their parents...but they can only help themselves by KNOWING the truth of their parents, especially the Eppy lites operating under the guise of 'gastronome..')
of how her poor Olive will have to watch out for oil slicks even in NAples they are so violently filthy with the chip wrappers everywhere...
beyond all care
now if any of the odd thousand are feds or legals for some fool slighted you have to keep checking this one too
but there are a few pages that only the 'premium' bots can see.... not that i offered such so it doesnt count in this awful endless grift the likes of HArris even Meghan does... "subscribe for early or exclusive premium content"
i wouldnt know if anyone has ever 'subscribed' to this i dont care ...
And i so hate some smart arse sending 20 euros as i have to ponder what to i say... thanks
i want to pay them back errat him...
the mad one who paid for my time this spring at about 3,50/hr pretending he cared who his father was... doesnt count
but anyone who pays anything i would be utterly desperate to refund them they would be so unworthy of even a private email.......
ahahhh... thats called a Ponzi scheme isn't it...
like every mindfulness wellness LIFECOACHING exclusive club what do they call them multi level marketing schemes...
old hat
to go with the compulsory cowboy hats
of Gweek
where i bet more of them are made in the twinflames of hades-there than anywhere
else in the fetid land....
and the semi-hero she did say "its full of hate here.."
To The pole who a mere six months later i did try and fix
up with a fabulous i mean Utterly crazy
almost as crazy in the sac as a Kraut Nige never tells you that
bit of stuff...
who was so so curious as to what it may be like to have a girly at her muff
sincerely
the truly ultimate act of MUTUAL benefit
as one friend would have become less available
and who knows i may have had to stand in
after all i knew what the 'best friend' wished before she even asked my friend
I could just tell.
And everyone ..all four
who knows may have had mutual benefit
even if
(the look she gave me when she first saw us driving past in my tin can
... it was classic
that episode alone - attempted coercion
in the only slightly less polluted peninsula of this whole awful peninsula
The Roseland...
pimping in to Roseland pimps HQ as often as i could
the only sexy women on the whole peninsula
for the fairdinkum other fairly sexy one for her age and lack of sleep
mutual metoo benefit via what they BOTH wanted! is ten times better than any mere Kozinsky
Stoppard himselef - overrated
ehh Poliakoff too wanky to do REA desire
... all of them would be jealous as to the shennaningans ongoing this time last summer
and not one of the other players knew as they eere nervously playing pretend maybe we wills
even thought..its all i wanted..
not for me, but me in two dimensions...
the inevitable next step...if they were steppin' out...espesh if they ended up ehh like abit formally entwined
best man, stood over the aisle from the best woman
someone with an eco 'cause' they just MAY have actually meant they will do..they just maybe need to know someone who is a bit legal stoppy.. and one may have a van that needs 'sharing' ..
as the real joke is most of course are far less keepin on fiscally than especially in Swestern regions they pretend. To keep 'face'. But which one!?! One looses track..
(except for my one Northerner of the leave every flower lawns..)
(official last ever interview today, a top dog at their 'National Park' " it sure has gone down hill..." but the first time i have ever heard my equal!! " and dont you know that the rubber from the tyres that is worn off by the roads [ " ehhh up dont forget the quite unnecessarily displayed Hunters in mid summertoo.. that cant be recycled either" that made him smile] ... it wears off and ends up in the [MID-lands ] rivers ... "
" AMAZING the amount of single occupancy vehicles up and down your National Park every day....as ive said for 20 years two per woodburner... ideally a few per motor...but no Green politician can even hint thats a good policyish thing to remind em of as they may get sued if one turns out to even have a huff with the other in YUK......and SO many obviously quite so so alone old women with Sophia Loren sunnies so they may be thought still relevant, or the tears of lonesomeness kept from view...... me i almost never drive up to mid-land elevation car parks i park at no higher than about 150m ..and walk the rest of the way up to the tops.... and you sometimes meet walkers on the way up but not this summer a bit of heat drives them all to stay in the gym i guess where theyve got a fan and SO much noise... and lasterregion
( ah yes a perfect example of what narcissistic personality disorder really is... in the one place for many miles all reminders of scrofulous humanity are fantastically not present... until the " im terminally depressed" farm worker who seemed very very friendly to me goes and decides to Blott on The LAndscape with several of these bigjobs..
ahahh but wait til you see the inscriptions... right out of the Gabor Mate playbook.. in the one place i could walk up 3 times a week to forget the evil pestilence spread all over the region (superb study an inside job) by their fake 'therapists'...
ohh yes him.... of course he would bragg about malking up Herrocktoo...
but that's for another day.. )
same policy .... they actually speak to you as if you are retard with some kind of neuro hammerheaditis... "
Anyway the real useful annals soon
how to have notionally and often in great danger, mutually benefit more than one at a time...
when their needs coincide, except the Atomisation is so total that... even in the rural lands the real ones (she wont listen!) jobs at Lidl a second car away...
A doctor who may manage not to kill you 50km minimum...
There never was any notion of mutual benefit quite extraordinary especially when my people were the very rural 'poor' who are those rather than requiring Andy's leg up which will never come as its for townie bluehairs, only
and no complaints as thats the way its always been, even a most retarded retard (i never met one all 'disabled' have some not 'superpower' no just thing they excell at and could turn into an income stream if the local 'community' had ever bothered telling them about New enterprise Allowance the ONLY great gov scheme ever i know i managed to nudge about 10 retards onto it over a five year stretch ..... so as to GENUINELY improve their mental health as in they dont have to go and fake really BAD wonkiness any more to get the benefits a real good working allowance paid so they have time to BREATHE ... and try and 'grow' ...alone as no conartist counsellor could ever even manage to grow the amount of people sharing a motor in rural places which is the number one cause of mental elf always has been always will be...)
i think its the right way around i can't see in the glare and i had to move 100m up the road here just to get a bit 'o signal...
Now i am inspired and have radicalised one at least....to not only have the baby she said she needed upon first contact 4 years ago...
she promises " pictorial art [she has MFA in] is wank.... i must write.. the truth for little Olive...."
which is partly though she is not fully freed yet, that she left London and even birthed in Italy - but it must be at at least 1000m as ALL their Lowlanders her words are lost forever...
and i claim at least one of her legs but i shall never see her as i dont waste emissions - i know five women who MUST meet the Mong..
for their own good so i will only go if my bus is full of at least three of them magic bussing to paradise...
The Mong
first chat, even if she was infected badly then by the not quite meaning what she said.... of all the women at her Westminster MFA course...one i met first..
" god theyre all so..."
" no i dont need that record on repeat tell me something interesting.."
" My FULLPAK dad ....extremely handsome only came over in the early 70s to shag as many Nottin' Ill women as possible... who did him some damage it has to be said... he drives around Kilburn ion his old banger with the window permanently down in case he sees any of his so called brothers on the street and yells top of his voice " if you wanna wander around a civilised country at lunchtime in your pyjamas fuck off back to Dinosaur lands....!"
of course he was wrong...
as over the years one day The half-Pak (other half German a sadly once alcy one ) finest Mong will be able to fully articulate ...
As she does know... this as ive spent 4 years attempting to clarify it for her ...
Or is they had just been told the truth, of how their bully very-boy law ...was a pathetic little Johnny come lately failure next to
that which really dominates ...especially all places like SWestershire ESPECIALLY of course GWeek.. then infected Hay, presteigne even i saw it trickle into a place more backward and moronic, than lovely Malala's Swat VAlley...
Kington (only cos they couldnt afford the aformentioned runaway places... amazing how many turned up fairly soon after divorce.... just far enough away so dad can neither see said sprogs or the law may bother asking about their perjury or other suches.... and NOBODY ever ever can think to judge them as being not quite what their keratese hairdo may say so splendidly harmony hairsprayed abundant with nourishment...)
anyway ehhh.... all i need surely there is one non-bot who knows that even if i hate comedy i can make them all comdedcally come to life sometimes it even makes me laugh
and if i had a grand to evade the crusher or even 5 grand for an adequate one and not having to WORK for all these ones as described above ...my my i bite my tongue...
then it would be SO SO much more readable...
all i want to do is splurge as is ones duty to Olivia so Yas-Mong can be informed in a language she understands as she alone also uses it with me...
And she is a true intellectual.... even if she got rather ranty about Sorrentino's effort to say SOMETHING about Italian babes in whatnot his latest one...
i decry all Italians especially if they are called Sanaa in the news today well i know one worse...one letter removed ..... more dangerous and lethal... two, to tango a poor child to soul-death...
anyway i argued " i think he TRIED !!! as in Barby they tried!!!! to say something maybe not possible to sum or or even say.... but he tried ..... Yasmin, to say something useful about the state of play babe 'n bloke, if you can call Italian blokes blokes that is.... have some grace .... "
"Which is what Olive needs as its the real issue of the day and the last dull 20 odd years... maybe one day we can do better...."
And she could.... with some guidance.... and tough daddy love she gets from me that sadly dad wasn't really able to...
but for a wonky-lass-dad she does so so well!
I am a solutionist as its too not acceptable to the brainwashed by ...god ive forgot......nope Charles Eisentein... just copying Watts... they dont alow simple words like utilitarian (with constant doses of Land of The Blind checking for overreach or unintended consequences of manifestly beautigful perfect new realities...)
best bang for buck for the most... nope thats too 'fascist' or complicated for the above lot the Steiner-ajacent as it may put their next life 'out of business'... fuckin' sort it NOW....
And its funny you could cry .. her dad has her ex husband up in the assizes - i forget who was the brownest, for harassment charges... basically made up
as no immigrant ever really cares about local law or morality unless it suits them...as is was the case when i was a multiple immigrant... " fuck French aviation lore i do what the fuck i want over their alps... wow... did you see that chamois up there, bouncing along.... above us.."
And the funniest thing of all really... the ONLY one i really trusted as she had spent many a day in court her best buddy fitted up on false allegations by a lovely Former Sov.. that brand you're not allowed even to think aren't angels... lost him his medical qualifications...
I really thought she did understand... them stuff called right wrong.. being consistent is the only way to beat...
the babes above who i gave her free personal workshop course on half last summer...
nope... even the halfies when it comes to that blood i guess...no hope...
Though I know...The Mong... could save her and give her exactly the kind of talking to so needed...
And have spent a year attempting to make it so...
But nope no hope....
unless...
I am getting SO so so bored of remembering as i always do for over 3 years " ahh a page i made here yesterday, for you, i noticed later in the day after pressing publish immediately no battery time to check anything except a quickest glance....that in the first line instead of 'too' as it should have been it was typod to 'to' and then those super super fast written emails the spell check in post.com hadnt caught up its so slow before i sent them and i then saw when forwarding them a few hours later ...the last half was filled with really very mentally retarded typos theres no hope...
and i have to rember now which page i saw it in which will take half an hour rather than be creatively rapid-fire just a bit funny as i never ever plan anything except to get them all finished with then resume normal bad poetical wistful service ...
and as the above lot whom cannot even listen or read the latest (for TWENTY YEARS) crystal clear law designed to help their kids in the real world...
and EVERY vile so called 'mediator' even in Dartington HAll conlands were to have READ FROM VERBATIM ... so as to be plenishy nice to their 'clients;' thats what you get for millions of quid spent on the above alone when it should have been 50p the cost of my first schedule sent to a scummy magistrates in SEPT 2002
that wasnt quite as nice and luvvy dovey pure Steiner-ajacent wordy... (i created, too, mostly)
but pretty much the same
(even if of course they couldnt just say exactly equal so the blackmail had to very quickly resume but this time " love they made an error... thursday to thursday it shoudl have said, in writing now....or i take it back to court even if i never took it to court ever only you lot who dont care care to do such as that... ... and this time you wont be able to defraud legal aid of many many a thousand...as i believe you do now 'officially' cohabit.... and he will have to declare his house...)
nope... to much to ask... as they - social workers, school teachers, mediators... never mind the lizards, of 'law' .... cannot ever do what they are told to kindof in top bigjob law..
either
and nobody ever ever held them to account
as that would put their accountants out of a job, too
not one of his' tribe' of 'aware' smiley flowerpothead wimmin even the ones who persona they are true fighters against the 'man' up there every other month performing tribal warrior, itsall fake....not one will ACTUALLY help you by telling you the address of the Citizens Advice Bureau ... who may be able to help you figure which if his almost cert 2 or 3 shell companies owns the 4wd you could maybe legally put a clamp on and sweet notice saying pay my wages first ...or else ...very very sweetly or theyll get you done for a ' harassment' rap... as sure as ferrits are... they havent evolved back home yet into that ultimate catch 22... the English so love... one if your countrywimmin tryin it on even 2004 here and even her cops laughed at her in writing to me...' no we did not write to Mr Clayton your on herr.... saying by delivering the newspapers to her so thoughtfully he was harassing her; she has committed perjury saying so in court docs' sadly they dont do the second part of that which may have nipped quite a lot of tragedy in the bud before it even grew into a mushroom cloud ....as our judges who saw what was evidence intended by the mad cops for him... couldnt be bothered to do their jobs either.......and i cant help you as if you angrily in your true existential angst even hint at my name even nicely advising you now... my tyres wont make it through the night either...or worse far worse... and we're stuck here ..dozens of Ross's the kast decade one way or other fucked metoo...no cash to pay for new ones ......"
".... and we watched on Tito tv how you were all really fucking up your kids dead obvious..."
" splendid you're the lass for me ...[texted that evening] 'ehh where's my shotgun.... theres a tradition in England....'
" as a sort of symbolic thing lamenting menopause ... but still ill use it like Lorna's ex failed what a silly billy if only he had used it intelligently and held them up instead .. 'vicar dont move.... nor you lassie...and as for you mister thinks he's got the true beauty of the town ... it aint over til its over... and rev up that organ you monkey up there...you know which one......' .....[ sadly great humour cant translate but i tried a compromise bowdlerised version]
"no not that one she failed...
" shotguns were invented for a reason.. ."
its almost impossible to put it in one big fat reflection site...
2023 you rightly describe yourself as " bulletproof" but obviously its a slight boast so as to make it easier for another...
infected by the raw shit of Gweek Towers ...
skyscrapers crammed with every wannabe Ros ... or ideally facile tittilator ... the eliter version where far more cash is
( even in illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com rough nut old Margret rhe tightest wad ever known genius conwoman . was scammed 30 grand by Randysmileish ' healers' )
as one knew it doesn't work,
so you tell someone still a bit sadly stabby ...
just from the loneliness all that perfect soul searchin out inculcates
one is bulletprof
and you are called a " narcissist" for that genuine act of ..
Relating.... as an art of sacrafice by giving away ones real identity
which was certainly as sily sentimental cry baby as all the rest...
until
well some real ...deep evolutions but you have to be in the deepest trench for the best trenchfoot- ferrapies to really work
bulletproof behind her real Rossish smile and everyone SWestershire learned it, too
Randy a real one... maybe the last real one
Her songsistership could maybe have been too, had she not overdosed on dready men
and their awful ' vibes'
but at keast Sade wrote The Ross song
even if she Miss Placed it wrongly in yankland as everyone knew they were dangerously bonkers even in the early 70s uts so much more creatively real arty farty thrilling to deal whats on your actual doorstep here ...
no immo ever dares do...even that greatish one
but i guess it did start with ever so constructed for Time Out version of Sade even if she did
well was a part useful soundtrack that then begat the pandemic of moanin'
oops why isnt this 'published' written at sunrise in the best quiet place? i usually play this like an organ fairly note perfect - under the circs.... (of only ever being jibbed or illusionista'd....never ever 'victim' of the worst kind of 'people pleasing' as its just material... and every time it reprises i love it as it merely proves theses had for twenty years)
I have been 100% constant for 27 years... ehh since 1994 actually i can pinpoint the day - 100% sure theres no hope here
Had my first attempt at getting the ‘reflections’ out, 2010 not been so unfree speech attacked ...or multiple arrested - there was no hedgehog ..
irrelevant as all that matters is their property prices..
Forget that as long before, well about 2008...
actually i need to find a book title, in around 07 a novel was published to GREAT Guardian style acclaim about the plight of the poor wee immos from RAmbolands (it really was the only dvd on sale in the petrol stations of the Former Soviet places as the wall came down i know i woz there... ohh yes and Pretty Woman..(“ohh Olivia...[her photod 3 years ago for this - willing photoshoot so proud of her SUPERB polski mind that had ran away from Polski age about 15 as a wonky dump... run by mad ‘christian’ mafia...motorbike leathers clad and i hate all motorbikes .... supermodel looks..love pure true love as soon as she quipped back at my quip there having a last look at pseudeia city Hay-on-wye... in fact my whole life had taken me to exactly that perfect ..’moment’...2023... 3even if i dont go for young perfect women about 30 if my memory serves ... serious lawyer for top banks in London... told me her firm name.... laughingly . “ you are SO SO right..poor things as you say they thought it was a documentary...had a bit of a shock when the free Ferraris didnt arrive in a queue just for openin’ their legs...”]....., into the fruitfarms and slag heaps of The EAst.. how sweet and perfect they are...
ehhh.... well i know quite a few Former Sovs who meandered over as Horrorfordshire became their honey pot with all the slave jobs there...even if they certainly couldnt give a fuck if any bees were murdered in the process... (fact - takes at least a generation to learn that The West evolved just a little, into... less is more...)
(we shall return to this at some point soon using a Presteigne one as case study.... so sweetly told 2020 her and her mum could have a load of unused clothing etc for her urchin... her REAL formersov mum so wonderful... lass im afraid only here for one reason...my my you should have seen her crowdfund grift as soon as the dynamite began back in her hometown... )
so i have a photoshoot from about 2008... a caravan...a man
Right up at the highest ‘farm’ on the Black Mountains, us living 1.5 km safely out of ears range.. us the second highest farm up in The Black Mountains, exactly 200m into safety - the English side of the ‘border’ - ask the local ambulance driver i later knew, also living on the border at up above Kington, which way HE would point his red light if there was trouble at home...with his young lad... "never ever go West young man"
Ross’s... now i had no idea even if one knew he kept vampire hours just how ketameanie they ALL were... that ‘tribe’ which gathered behind the fossil shop in HAy even back then 08ish...
In fact being a bumpkin i didnt even know that horse tranq was their latest go-to...
gradually over the next few years it became unavoidable as the stabbings started and the few who ever actiually spoke reality in Hay-on-Wye would ‘share’ why Ross’s eyes always so so deep dark cavenous ..
Anyway personal choice and all that...
So up at The Quarry.... i knew form years ago avoid fake English ‘new age’ or as they would gradually rebrand themselves so so so enlightened via the Alan Watts kind of utter crap etc their language became so snake oil BEFORE Haidt’s FAkebook grabbed their girlfriends by the hairdyed pubes...
no interest to me knew avoid em all like the plague... and the famous ‘parties’ up at i-inherited-the-land many 100 grands worth junkie hovel up in his ‘Quarry’ (mountains of empty cans filmed too) - farm... where from time to time the truly elite beautiful people of the county and yonder, would gather to much drugs all night and attract the local nighttime wildlife... and chuck their empties in our yard too...
especially at bank holidays...
the police chopper all night hovering...
To the point.... 2008ish i forget his name but have some bits of film of him... on one of their wwooffing things always the same “ hey...come and volunteer or even get some pay if doing work on the commercial arm..at my lovely community farmstead... “ they figured that grift decades ago this type of Englishman...
Paul being the true champ...
Anyway Ross’s .. very exposed up near the top of Black Mts by HAy Bluff.... The Pole had become a fixture and was conned into working FOR PAY... in the part time quarry operation... a proper commercial venture required to be a ‘going concern’ so the VAT could be claimed back on all the beer from the wholesalers - ‘ client entertainment’ no doubt..
and gas... had it been in the era of laughing gas they would have had a gas saving the VAT on thattoo
even if very rarely did anyone seem to be at it with their dynamite...
Anyway some work was done over many a month and the Pole had been chief slave..(in law though i cant recall when that modern day one went to the statutes ). nice chap we would pop up occasionally to see how he was getting on in old caravan 'our so so awake aware lovely spirit' Ross couldnt be bothered to even slightly draft proof...if i recall windows broken blahh blahh...
Then one day one sees the Pole is in tears... mustv been about 30ish a grown man and not a junky partly kept to himself
“ HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN...!!!!!??!!! i came here to your paradise country where money grows on trees and all are treated with perfect human rights..... and i have just found out that he doesnt have any money to pay my last three months very humble wages owing....i am stuck..i cant eat..i cant afford to travel to any new job... HOW can he do this to me... that doesnt happen in beautiful countries like yours and everyone says Ross is the most beautiful mediation guru type of man for miles...or almost who ever existed...”
“... ehhh PAvel old sport.... at last....you know the truth of this land no he is a very normal Englishman, completely archetype.... even if born SA.... your tears are wasted.... you will find many like him they fake their care their fiscal propriety... he probably even is part bankrupt as he claims...as he smiles that look i am SO SO sorry Pavel i cant pay your wages.... but there was no way he was ever going to pay you those wages...and sport there is nothing you can do about it at all... you have proof of nothing...you were conned into compliance by his smile alone.. and anyway his land is probably registered to some SA entity even here... he will be unsuable even if he gobbles drugs most nights ... he knows how to pay for them: you... and he knows your English isnt good enough to even figure which civil laws to get him on...and all his flowerchildren women who swarm up here for his drugs ... couldnt give a shit about anyone actually poor and abused DESPITE their 'i support refugees' bumper stickers so wont bother telling you how to seek redress, either...”
Of course it took months for him to accept that the perfect golden goose they had all seen from afar so long was shitting even worse diarrhea than any Polish Christian mafia...
which my 2010 first stage, 1 million words of written reflections attempted to show...
And if one cares about immos had it been rightly translated into Gyppo Farsi... ehh.. even Syrian... it would have saved a LOT of pain... as it was only ever intended as a warning to immos, I LOVE U... not the fake love of the so called ‘progressive left’ .. I LOVE YOU...
so fuck off stay in calais..
...dont ever come to this mad land of Rosses and all of em on the cliff edge of mass BPD ... or just weaselry and thievery ......for YOUR OWN SAKE....
which sadly was not taken up by anyone much (though some of HAy remarkably were on the side of liesdamage.com i think i lost the url but the data's is still there.. it needs to come back soon but i gotta be mobile first, just in case...)
as of course the whole of ‘politics’ became about their inability to UNDERSTAND the real life and mind of the immigrant... and they do have them but were spun a false version had they merely been told “ its not like Julia Roberts showed you in her rather good Pretty as the ending is about MORALITY... and not being ‘bought’... but you missed that bit blinded by free shopping accounts in the first bit... ...”
and had they been told the TRUTH even 10 years ago and i did endlessly try... they would have gone and set up in Victor’s Hungary instead, as far safer... and i do not refer to pogroms or such like...
It would have saved so much trouble TO come - ten years of Nigel Rupert or an old virgin's ghost now...
Had my 2010s been rightly rolled out far and wider...
There would never have been any need for Nige...
Nor any need for one of his troubled right hand babes..
who would never have sought attention (for GOD alone knows what )
And would never have ... oops we cant say that.... about mass BPD everywhere... I’m sure Rotherham too... causing irrational acts
and she would still be happily alive and....
And the second i heard of PAvels lament in fact he was the PERFECT candidate for a real film - a true man of the lovely always perfect Polish good-ole-boys sacrificing all to walk West to feed their kids and all that... when the truth is a tad more complex, to say the least...
a seemingly pure and innocent yokel striver with his pick and axe up in a concentration camp...
... cruelly deceived by the ultimate, virtue signalling for years... British con artist just up from the ultimate ‘sanctuary’ in con-place..HAy
Ross is best buddies with the town crier of...
it may have been some real useful cinema... even a craven nouveau materialist of Poland may have regsitered as just maybe the truth.. they may take in pondering if their critique of PW maybe needed a review..
And its racist to think they dont have cinemas in bongo bongo lands either..or in Assad’s death dungeons for which British born Mrs Assad ....[Alma isnt it?...my ohh my my memory is so good especially as i dont care as i did my caring for PAvel way over 15 years ago.. real caring i felt sad for Estelle's half a country man she saw his paintoo ].
Alma.... did the PR using a British PR company... for assads dungeons maybe 300, 000 died the worst of deaths in...
...errata Asma
youve no idea how quick this one has had to be rit....
not a millisecond to waste even oggling ... til the moment it gets connected and spellchecked and up we go...
for whom one can only also have pity as you're more human and able to know wot is humanity born in Syria under daddy Assad.. who merely passed on his bad habits to his sontoo
how racially cunty always forgetting the not quite so funky true great as good as Arethatoo...
... " a mile up from your den of take every quid or grand...but as we know you can't parody, them, there... it would be fatal.....two...." 
.... .."
