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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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 sleep with it's chief exec about three decades ago.... drunk under the arch at one end of their Champs Elysee... 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 she 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 got fat as she 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
are so obsessed with their labels even though HMG said quite clearly, in hushed tones, some years ago, " we're not paying for them any more.... and if you want them, and the concomitant benefit dosh, you'll have to go to tribunal every other month to keep them..."
That in fact i was told about as if to prove my point, an hour after waffling this nonsense, here today...only as too muzzly to walk on them hills...
(god the way they perform " the moors" - they just must say don't you know, is straight out of St Trinnians i never want to hear that word again...")
A VERY upper middle professional 'therapist' (snigger) at super snigger mindfulness central (Started by the Elmhirsts - Yank cash, likely Dot kicked out of Ynkland as her interpretation of the snake oil nonsense that started all this dodgy Margaret and Katherine Fox stuff far too long ago, was so against even YAnk Free Market Trades Descriptions legislation they exiled her to the naughty step...here) told me just how often she has to go to tribunal to keep her label....
At about 4 or 500 quid an hour, i should imagine if not twice that.... as her so called 'practice' ain't quite making the profit that the Tribunal demands she is in the means test, her against them, for school fees... a poor kid in the 'middle'.
In fact missed bit: yes how on EARTH does one get means tested for a hundred grand worth of your only asset even if its hardly an asset until it just may be sold...
if the actual burglar returns it that is as their cops wouldn't make them...
I mean how on earth do you fill the means testing form in with that lil' complicating fact of life?
Anyway deadly serious audio about why the 'populists' get so much cash from their madmale henchmen theyre going to win..
And who is to blame: THE WORST MOST EFFETE JOURNALISM EVER. And crap publishers who darent ever allow REAL books to be published about how the 'activists' are so stupid even they cannot manage to get 99%of it right in their dumb books blaming the poor "1%" who should be called poor in that all very rich always lose it - their soul, by default... and actually VERY VERY simply pinpoint the most basic economic "101" i believe they call it.... junkie drug habit thats been out of control for decades like those around Pastyshire, and nobody even talks about it... costing you many billions every year that at least may get to rehabs if they admitted they had a problem in the first place..
Audio 101 economics that even stupid Yannis Vroufakis won't bother to tell you as her spends too long shaving off every bit of fluff and remain the Adonis every effete BBC journo fell in luv with...as they're bit like that...as Yannis knew...
(haven't even started on him yet)
i promise original and will save you many many billions if you can somehow even get a proper lefty in, not someone stuck in Andy Pandy's ruffly cuffs...
both made today unplanned but in the head for years...just DO it!
and i even put some ugly hashtags in but why bother all media by such awful media gatekeepers pickled everyone's brains...even all of them beauts..
no hope ever
AUDIO on the biggie - if you tell your counsellor or even MP whats in it, s/he'll be really impressed and take your bribe to maintain your (child's) special needs label, cash top up... until they next fiddle with the rules, or tell a Nigelist and they will send out a hit squad on me as now they can afford even Leon - he generally got the job done... and taught a child how to live propper life, on the job, too.... as it really would shut them up..i know how politics works in the REAL world....
LOTS of missed out far more (she did call me a 'philosopher', wow....even if i called her black jump suit a bit ott for a summer's day... and she does inhabit THE place where all the so called greatest minds of Swestershire gravitate ... cos theyre so thick they cant even figure what madness the t's and c's are....as i sent to a so called famous reporter jock.....)
homespun hillbilly wise and energetic....
But lets get the dour stuff done first
As i have scientifically proven that nobody EVER follows through with one word they ever mutter and my my this has been the year of worthy muttering by many...
As i - the most optimistic fool in the Kingdom, said, there is NO hope; only writing things up for just maybe in a decade there may be someone who is torturing to the End Times [ next post that was part 2] someone by forcing them to drink Farage's no darkies here, pale ale down their neck as they did at Guantanamo.... and maybe they then may get it.... solidarity or just meaningful alliance are words invented many years ago for a reason....
So i give up ever again ever pondering anyone ever following anything through ever..... until that time which theyll make sure you can't read about in your fake 'liberal' Guardian, either...
Right very very per arty stuff only now.... that should have been simply entitled years ago: not one has one bit of manners left any more, ever.
(and i know I'm desirable.. and health and safety neurosis checked, .i know ....when an ageing ex supermodel turned top Toty unheadfuckupist....at the top spot where the right fuckups queue to pay their last shilling to her, such a saviour... ... gives a certain dusky hmm come hither-maybe...look, exiting the children's playground.... she's interviewing ME at, for rather a fun long time.... in front of her eight year old)
with his fake land tune....about wifey "shrews" cos if he had known a REAL one - the one real one left...
shetoo would'v jammed one up into 'is nuts....
and told im," no muckin' out....no more mucky stuff....
over the aga, or in the bracken with my Prospect ultra-showy-bag, on fire.... unless you get back to work now after a bit of pre landman siesta fun
i'll wipe the dribbles with it..... them on youtoo, without even stubbin the embers out on your bare bum"
but my art, well, she had the real version: of not one bit 'o moanin....
or did she? maybe this one here is the real one, i ain't tellin nobody what to think...
but to make the point and make the necessary just a few grand, to get back on any road... and escape.... the best non fungible as the meanies who look at these in their hundreds and don't even buy one meagre sparkly to put on my black coffee...
ohh yes the ONE and only thing you're allowed to grumble about, in Dooneshire, invaded by every retired high court judge who'll judge you as unable to pay the rates.....
" well bugger em..... these incame lot...... they book you to rebuild their gates...
"my best most recent quip, privately..... must'v run out of Prozac, or had to cut back on it
that as up as much as the petrol, too....
no longer even have the manners to reply, sorry.....
we wasted your time, you could'v spent wastin' it on some next gibber-illusionista wanted to use you.... or so they said,
and diarised loyally in my head.....
ferkin incomers .... their hijinks gettin worse, I cannee even afford a loaf of bread they've so gibbered me this one....
".... one a few weeks ago had me down to hers for just a small job and i said 'ok as you fliuttered your eyelashes at me and made my Saturday morning vaguely entertainment coming to quote you.... all of two hours odd jobbery.... just make it a twenty and a cup of coffee and sarnie...'..... she then attacked me by text for about a week saying my standards were unprofessional as i had a bit of rust on my tapemeasure... I'm serious..... as a reason for NOT taking up my professionally courteous offer as obviously her 'boyfriend' mwas made up too or he would have one would have thought got out his saw and hammer.... . funny that as she had had the same holes in her walls three years despite she said being in a public super 'safe space' all scented candles at loads of quids per hour 'healing'.... .... you would have thought she would have 'cared' enough about her patients she may have cared to have measured out the bit 'o wood needed to make it look like it wasn't a building site, years ago.... weird lot.... and she's one of their main 'healer's so her blurb says... "
Anyway...now i know from a great source where the real art cash is....
This is actually a genuine NFT if they are still a thing..... a decade ago 'the next big thing' ....
An idea in a photo you can buy.... they were going for hundreds of grands at some point...
If i die of Mister K's fine sane approach to life: not one of em are worth living for.... time for a diet, of nothing...it would be priceless before you know it.
THis one from thistermorn is actually priceless so you wouldnt be able to afford it. It is indeed in the fine GNr Ditty " what we have here is failure to communicate"
... there being a rteason none of the rivers even small streams will ever be saved, in that those pretendin' ty#o failed to communicate with the lil' exact same group doin' the same in the bit 'o water next door... with a different name, and Messiah....
Anyway a pic of something that reminds me of the last time i ever actually had a real conversation, they continue, as in very early January 2023
" ahh i still cant find any REAL man who can even fix a minor problem on my jaloppy ....[ or even bother to come out to the car park located exactly here not on park4night or it may be thats a fake thing says you cant stay overnight everywhere when you can always stay overnight almost anywhere
Didnt get on my mid Wales list very quiet if one needs somewhere close to just about tolerable pubs with ok sockets and lemonade only about £1.30
as he promised to in a small town small 'community' of Knighton ive been broken down in five months now....
" which was the ultimate silver lining as stuck here i had to talk to a few i never would have normally and two great things: first i realised no point ever again thinking anyone ever will DO anything about the environment, so i am 'schisming' from any doing....just writing about their lack of doing as a Divine Comedy if i can...
"and item two if i had not been stuck here nowhere with nothing...i wouldn't have had time to find and write my first long so enjoyed handwritten letter to you....
"nor the guts to.... make it between the lines so ferkin obvious, i want only one thing.... you at the altar... make a decent woman of the two of us.... and then we can DO stuff for real youtoo talk about... one providing the other
"with cover... making him seem so sweet and nice when underneath he wants all their bumholes sealed forever unless they agree to shit their diabetes medicines and prozac poo and nowadys killerManjaro...into a bucket and keep it for their own toxic veg patch.... as the sweres will NEVER EVER be fixed in this world and the next...
" anyway off to the dentist up the border on monday i hope they havent beeen privatised too, yet... bloody thing is rather throbby...its the last thing i have to do before maybe heading down your way if i can get my tin can fixed that is.... "
a few days later:
" hi... so how was your day at the dentist and landlopeing around that old town of psueds.... ?"
This is known as communication. One makes a point for polite conversation, or useful information. The next chance one has to resume communication, either party may REMEMBER what was the last pong on the ping pong table and toss it back to them...sequentially.
It doesnt have to be in longform or even complex sentences as when i am speaking with my equal: a foreigner, i always go into shorter-sentence mode, as a sign of respect and humanity (amazing how rarely one encounters even that in supposed civilised enlightened circles, who SAY they so love eff-nix.....)
And what is the truly interesting George Borrowvian real Romany ramblin unadventurous, discoveries.... three years too long stuck in this fetid swamp (except best summer almost ever in my hillocks) is how not one can ever manage that any more, down here...
she really was the last one of her kind.... but made so unkindly that
even if there is a double jab in your eye... that Melanie one (takes LOADS public cash, REALLY TONS...helicopter loads - of dying soldiers, her job, on your public cash) the first other one i spoke with... "well when i NEED a dentist yes i know there arent officially any NHS ones left but i awake in the morning - likely lunchtime the amount of makeup she slaps on.... and manifest one.... then i call them up and immediately they are literally waiting for my one call as an appointment has magically just been freed up when they were all booked up for months to come....and they give me a free appointment that very morning..."
"ohh really.... ehh but for those not quite as aware and awake as you... if you all collected together and just lobbied for a once a week vanman and his drill perhaps to come down from Bristol or wherever.... maybe even created a small pay-as-you go fund to get an occasional private one at job-lot rates.. thats what i thought community was for... they do occasionally succeed elsewhere.... then you can all carry on siling your painted on ashram smiles for the rest of life without fear of unconscious besmirchment..... ' she aint conned enuf to get herself up to the town full of the private ones... do a roaring trade fixin smashed up soldiers gobs as sure as ferrits are ferrits.....and on your taxpayer cash, too...."
I did love her look when she saw me six months later at their Hellstoned art gallery after the awful Podger showing ....it was a work of genius perf art sat there using the plug in the cafe...
"cunt's gone and artfully repurposed, disguised .... what i really said to him, me just tryin' to be nice... but i know he knows i i know he meant me.. better smile at him..just slightly ashramly..
.. and he artfully put it in his vile roadtrip poetry we're all reading,
and darent say a thing... .....
just in case....anyone may ever say, he just may have an artful, point [to be cont] "
Ahh i near forgot the REAl artless punchline..i find it extraordinary as i di know a fair few lonely ageing so called 'greens' even recently I'm still attempting to bridge one ....
" saves cash saves EMISSIONS - two per woodburner, saves on your insurance saves your luggage from being carted around with you if you go on a trip, all that older person pee stopping, if you have a trouble 'n strife in tow...."
so I often bridge - "here i know one thats semi sane maybe you should have a supper or a walk.... or maybe a vanshare..or maybe what really keeps you livin longer a cuddle in the bracken after a long walk..."
MANY times i have done such obviously necessary 'community' work especially in far less populated regions such as my last one of 30 years....and at least 37% female roadside rescue " i know a chap.. maybe able to help you keep this old thing on the road..in return for..he needs someone too"
".. THis is how real oldschool community worked, and even bred...
I find it astonishing not one person ever has even suggested " why dont i go and con her into having a coffee at her Black Swan up the road...." or even give err a bloody good talkin' to...
nope.. never... which of course is why the whole 'vibe' everywhere of the Swestershire is 100% fake
They'll only ever do anything if there's money innit....for them
As Monsieur Houellebecq predicted in his finest Atomised
They only reviewed as "a tad Miss Oh Jenny...."
Funny that... how truly inhuman all wussy-woke is as i know for a fact the life expectancy in such desolate places where there is less money so no way anyone will ever DO anything for anyone thats real... like The Marches.... plummeted.
Funny thing...a rather plumetty recession already clicked in Dooneshire way.... as the real down to earthies do say... most of them STILL deny there's even a glitch. your head off if you even relate fact " ive noticed car park attendance way way down from even a year ago..." A fact, they'll end up dyin' of....too.
actual, rather than fakin it, for a mere song: wayfarer, troubadour, ' traveller' gyppo, ehhhh pilgrim- god that one's got trendy... nomad seemingly last years commuter's bumper sticker ..
is a gift requires a better one, in return.
the most precious, the information: " righty ho when you live on that border for decades, twenny twenny it went truly fascist, road blox on the border between my place, safely in England, and illicitgirlsriding, up the road in Wales- categorically effnic cleanin' ladying all the tattier vans out of their would-be-Surrey.... clearly deciding that they wanted only close cropped verges and golfers from then on...
"very nastily.... i couldnt believe the body language if their stormtroopers in blue... really nasty orforitary ... gnashing with that look that says its OUR ' emergency..' you don't belong here ..
" but here are the 'safe spaces ' years n years we est'ndad.... roamed... meandering looking for the truly quiet perches above all their fake culture fake myths fake homely ' community' of no dentists left theyre all too busy in the pubs sharing bigotry butties.... and info about where the one ' darkie' immo is so as to avoid him as ' they started it... they brought the bug in dont you know ....' .. you won't find that in your tourist guides ... me never again ever ... but here's a list of the best atches in that unpricipled lil' shit hole ...
" luv i can beat that..... my nag stuck hers full force up between my cheeks with a hoof that had one of them fancy punk rocker accessoristions the edge decorated with razor blades ...
" righty ho so the you'll have to save it, from that Oracle Babe, and Charlie eisenstein lessons, ... you're just commin to the age of consent, in not being who you were..... prior to this exact 'moment'... eg Mister thief-Kerr, did a version of this later on just a few years ago, aged i guess about fifty two...
"which is perfect...one hundred percent full of every shard of broken razor blade picked out from where it hurts..... all of authentic reality is in every sound of his fingers sliding down the strings between strums of em...
" and the moron took it down..... and even this one, as a younger man is pastyish, triptych with the GOOD performance missing, ...
" nope only the post fifty can begin to get true art into their waffle..... and recycle those razor blades for either good purpose or more of the same old, but less authentic.... shame nobody told the tragic, unders...."
about being able to afford a big jet flight to Africa or some Far Eastern less well equipped airport*, and "fuck this idiot's buy me a coffee...let 'im starve of no sparklies on is moccas..."
The last flight of the tour: " Brucie look.... you see those mountains all around us thems the Pyrenees.... now even smaller hillocks can have very turbulent balls of air rotating fast in the downwind that can rip apart an airliner.... them big jobs up ahead en route back home to Missus Brucie all in panic callin you every 3 mins her limmo is late to pick you up from where a taxi would be far more efficient and you can keep the change....it's kind of hit and miss anyway..maybe ruskie roultette with a10,00o chambers..... add in to that, well ok these thunderstorms are pretty fierce.... and add to that not exactly on the ball Airt Trafic Control.... we now have in front of us a gun with maybe 50 or 100 chambers....
" for all your voodoo sweet singing about Daughters To The Slaughter and all that...and numbers of tyhe beast.... there is no way of knowing....
" we could time travel to the future and see the rather dour Mister Mentour give a longwinded explanation of what can never be predicted.... pure chance
(i like Mentour even if a bit drole but it is extraordinary how many TRULY insane plane crashes there are - if one knows how it all works that, is and the basic rules, really awful levels of pilotage breaking even THE most basic lesson 3 in how-to-fly lessons...from even very long lived pilots...i do hope yours is one of them, so nicer potentially generous people flying other aircraft arent turned into microplastics molecule combinations, instead of you)
" we cannot know if one of them rockstar killing acts of god is in front of us a quarter of a mile after take off.... for ALL YOUR BLOODY PILOT BOOKS they dont tell you that.... as its against health 'n safety... and against a false ethos of all is scientific in the air...
" look we're in the Rolly of rocks star aviatrix beasts..numbered two hundred....... Whitney had a 300 in her movie - even if it might not have been made 30 years ago [from today].... our Kingair 200 is sturdier is the jet powered workhorse bulletproof reliable solid as a rock..... and so we either just head for them hills....or not.... i don't care ...nobody can predict a mind like any of you ridiculous egomaniac lot.... so tell me whether or not you care...
" its like this....your choice.... me, if you say go back home to the YAnk now.... ....me i just light a fag and pour a coffee ... then i just close my eyes and then push the throttled to the wall and put some actually good music on my headphones to drown out the racket of the hailstones.... and go to sleep until we've got above em at three miles up.... i can say no more....
" but you cannot control it....nobody can know if an act of god or your Beast is there and going to microburst on us today..and squash us as if we're a bug turd even a bug brushes off as if it never even shat it out.....even if we were in a Jumbo, almost just as danger of death....
"..... maybe even one in a hundred with this amount of grumblers around.... i would guess best odds a thousand......me i would go but its not me who's payin' the bill..its Up To You.... "
* many still don't have windshear alert radar ...or in a plane with a broken Doppler radar as they're still allowed to fly with it bust ....
PArt 2 next the most rediculous so called rock star in history....
yea...anyone who thinks 'they', especially if a Yank, can stay off the Xanax long enough to draw out a game plan as to how to 'divide' never mind dominate and feed 'em soma all day ate the soma long ago, errata, is by definition prone to fat as they don't actually walk anywhere much... which allows one to 'meditate' upon there being no dividers, just for decades a load of numbties who go around spouting ...
"energy" at every opportunity so as to eventually monetise it...or use it as camouflage for them never actually spending much on chopping their own logs... even cleaning up their tools scattered around their lawns... too busy liking 'green' posts about some 'green' thing in OTHER people's places they don't like
as it's ...they think..... better for you than being a cleanin' lady
( we huddled and compared actual cleanin' lady roles i think she was impressed with my " ehh yea all these organic compost eco glamperies are fake.. my one it was a bucket with a big plastic bag in it, or four of them actually, lined up in a green painted Zac-hub of green looking Zac-bogs...
...very cheap make, of bag, often split, and uncompostable.... and running them down to the 'compost' and bag burning hole, twice a day threading around children's play areas and tent pitchin places.... it would dribble on me.... but after a week of 'woe is me what's it all come to..'.no i found true nobility in tending to their every need... honourably, thoughtfully..... can you beat that luv for true earthiness.... and dedication to ones cleanin' job....despite them...i tell you i was even Iron Maidens private pilot one summer rockstar treatment everywhere ....even if they are fake all stocks 'n shares....and as we were on final approach Bruce would bark over my shoulder ' lads laptops away now and Wall Street Journals hidden from view.......rock star act in precisely three minutes when ee parks up witha screamin halt all part of the act too...' .i seriously wouldn't have swapped my few months cleanin' the shit for even a whole glamerous career of being a French bank robber with the whole country eggin' you on as hero, unlike this sneery one where someone's always got to pipe up on some phone-in ' what about the heroic sewer repair men who've got to face death defying conditions fixing the hole the evil highwaymen made.. made....send em to the gallows!'.... " the bogman beats cleanin' lady, even such a fabulous broomstick mounted one as you ...for tue zen and mindfulness.... sorry Siddhartha was a fake too ... he only did.... nuthin' much... to find enlightenment....you gotta go to the real depraved bumhole of life quite happily as the walking there was the best.... to find it."
Anyway where was I.... all other words but 'energy' that are actually about best unimaginable energy now need to be lined up to describe the unimaginable summer of purest light purest water in this 86% pestilent waters land (official data from a month back)...nearly pure paradise, but one best ever purity:
to be cont
always with exactly the same level of energy, despite every single one of em....
Montaigne would surely know, that it would be factually incorrect to arrest a chap for treason, if he stated "98.27% of them all are dangerous headless corpses, and that's before you make the mistake of ending up alone in a tent with them " based on a fairly random sample of maybe a thousand observed over a few decades, stuck in Hades, which any real father unlike say John Lennon - their vilest role model heroic model, for the end of humanity, never mind the end of real creativity, as stuck where you know you must not be nor must your child for sanity, is where actual creativity actually happens.. (as long as you avoid their 'happening's, with one exception)
would put before anything else... remaining. Where you are stuck irrespective of tax or immo statuses as thats where you must be for lass or sonny..
Anyway ... Montaigne now i am sure i didn't Miss-hear it, an essay upon " is it moral or human to take my Missus comme les cheins over the Aga..? am i disrespecting her.... even if i rather like it that way and she gesticulates as if hertoo... " is obviously if he did write that i KNOW he did but of course it will be supressed on the Yank internet who wouldnt know how to do it without their vile porn, never mind ever get juiced up about anything.... but real discussion of real morality, unlike just shooting school loads of kids, is too much for them...
It is astonishing how many interesting 'base' matters are as good as non existent on their web of Yank neurosis i know all about.... from real travel...
I have no interest in but Montaigne would I am sure know that to suggest 1.73% of them are actually ok.... means that you LOVE too the 98.27% and would if one could implore those majority to actually meet and learn from the 1.73% and this is the exact OPPOSITE of treason. You 'challenge' those you love, even if they are as dried up as the real 'drought' of 76....to be the best possible simple copybook version of whom a lot of them once were...
That is i am sure Monters knew AN ANTI-TREASONOUS ACT...
But is a sad land indeed one of only self 'armin ones who seem actually properly terminally addicted to ridiculous bile that comes up in their own throats....
maybe its just better they all get more facts with which to be even more auto-bilious about
so onward christian soldiers..
one thing as sure as ferrits ....(ohh god she had sometoo...) .... never mind a near year BRIDGING others - none of whom had met each other.... and the lasses, for the lasses... and nobody even suggesting they may attempt to trick-bridge mine.. there is of course even worse than that which is when ones actual ally suggests she will, and forgets....
Yes one thing for sure a certain Mister Brand's brand of " awakened wonders" that still has millions glued to him, does not work at all other than to enhance the self branding of the very odd 98%...
And any parent knows that tough love works.... even the mad ones who believed 'past lives' as policy, also work, occasionally berrate their kids in THIS life...
So being so utterly frank and fullsome about that odd 98% Montaigne would know is exactly the same as " even you... i still wouldnt want to disrespect you by a jolly good bit of Aga fun... unless it made you feel truly warm in a sustainable way bent over it...and watch out for the plastic that may explode .... [ does she know!!!!? The Bush....turns out Iil' Miss 'Beyond The Script' pefrect lil' miss Medicine babe and 'livin the life' on your paterons and coffees......living outside the 'matrix' had falsies all along .....god i wept with the purest Billy Rowan the Undercover Hippy begging for airfares to go to BAli and write his save-the-planet ecosongs..... false poetry of it all....all is vile but so insanely beautiful! ...but she now is world record hiolder, any sane and even insane one 45 years ago knew that all falsies are buying into their 'beast' or script.... cos you're a BIMBO...and dad never managed to tell you how to remain safe from it all, or substituting him, most mums were 'sorted' enough to, too........ as i heard her use my favourite word BEFORE it was repurposed by the junkies... ..] "
" even vile Mancunians, hahhh i always thought she were a bit 'o Mick she was so post dull-folk revolutionary, ad enuf of the moanin' .. started out as a real folk lass......managed to write something perfect once... jazz it up a bit and chuck in some true soul reality....
"even with silly padded shoulders... never mind paint a perfect real life, neigh it has to be said Dylanesque...
" word picture of them snubbin' each other on the street... maybe
"so perfectly
" i found, randomly... as soon as it came out and was sent to the remainder cheap shelves nobody else bothered with her, then....
"ive known the best girly singers, always, i raised myself on them...
".... but you...ferk me you... have something else you add in, so much more of YOU... ..it was spellbinding especially right in my face ... if those loudmouths ever shut up....you are different....you make me think, too.....of more than you, by being just you "
her the one one percenter for sure, lil' Miss " i float above it all..." rather tall-ly
...me i would love to be her mutt tethered to her bouncin' by...
otherwise
bye bye too tough here
As the 99 or eight, god it has bored me to an early grave for about six years exactly " they seek to divide us..."
what poppycock even if i know when you're beaten,
as even the rather great men who had the best tunes, as in Bazza....
had a FAR FAR better live version of this one up,
just him and his axe...
so so much more perfectly nuanced and insouciant
NO 'production' it was the most perfect thing on the fairly good tube
and the twat didnt even know he had reached perfection
and removed it
Anyway THE hard word, i mean not only will no 10% maybe maneater ever understand most of themtoo can't any more
The most 'romantic' moment in history occurred just one last time on HER hillocks
I mean .... landloping with EXTRA bounce after sending her that confession as to my "heinous crime"
But i missed out the best punchline " I'm sure their was a statute even in the Stone Age about nickin' a babes man-beatin stave..... " that only came when her song was put into action....
bouncing along to them, theyre as good as BAzza....
To the place they sung of.....
And she was told " ive been up there in your healing mythological famous place....half the summer...not another soul.. ehh maybe it needs a bit of a rewrite..."
And she didn't bite my head off. In fact seemed...to like my true version....
"they only sought to divide us...." ...oops i had a better punch line in my mind and then saw bouncin' along the only one who is in the business of actual life.....
later
it will come back.
As did Master Kerr.. lastereve...: "who was that bloke ....leaving song minus the grape... ehh i cant remneber... ohh well it will as sure as ferrits are far too sane to bother with the grape come back tomorrow dawn...it always does..... if she wants a dance.... well remember one thing..... tell er that i found the Masteress of em all when she was stuck at the MAgyc Roundabout for days....
Mary.. i knows true real one who didnt fake it....
"the only one ever allowed around me with err sunglasses on..... the rest lost to every cross and steak in the hearts they never had..... cos they even ran away from the sunshine decades ago.... why i rather prefer even The Med.... but then Pyrenees far far .... proppah jobs.....
"
Anyway "romantic...talk about a triple edged razorblade of a word wrapped up in a good romp so as to maybe define it... none of em even know what the other meanings are any more...
"ridiculous Byron with his obvious mummy issues....Dickens just rapacious for every whore in London town one can just smell through his occasional bit of fair dinkum at the head choppery..... most Europeans i knew knew exactly what it meant - the splendid best version.. not here......" to be cont
" indeed which two from among those we had around was sturdiest ald least likely to snap or get tangled ... to make sure she packed along with the picnic..... in case they needed to tie up the nags and dismount...if they were tired and needed a 'nap' in the grass together...in nature... after their fabulous first ride together... without ANY unnatural wink wink... thats a true countrymans real art...make the next generation feel all is natural and the way it should be..."
" or write one about the madman.... who as a sort of last resort, but if you actually love a kid, unlike the Britolites who 99% just love the land they may be able to monetise for themselves... breeding a couple more expensive nags for profit... and need all the other users gone so she can use even more of her supplements and when they dont work douse herself with even finer grape...if you love a kid there is no 'last' resort even if each step feels like that...
"he's sick to death of stupid nag women who only have them to show off.... god only knows what? and nag about the ones who dont have as expensive supplements for their nags as they do.... (99% guilty fact... i know a couple not like that)
" lives in a tragic sick land long known you must never be alone with others' kids or some false allegation will bite you on your bum as sure as ferrets are ferrets...
" has not a penny to spare all the gibbers stopped his work outdoors, as they felt sorry for THEMselves in hysteria year despite owning enough land to pay for holidays in the sun forever which was the best medicine..
" the landowner has such food faddism - why she was 'ill' even if she was ripped off by one of the usual voodoo sales women who she was never QUITE certain if the thirty k had helped her psychosomas an itzy bit... my god that one must have been a good one to have achieved no 'healing' for thirty grand.... yet leave her victim with the idea it just may have helped just a little but not sure...? so i had to actually force feed her as she was dying of being a skeleton... as seemingly only i could see as she took her top off one day to help a BIT... ' ferk MArg you are 7 stone or less i can see without measuring or prodding thats death zone luv... let me get FArmer Helen in why didnt she notice too... you aint arguing this time'...."
" over nearly a year a true miracle happens.... they're all whipped into actually meaning what they say....
"there's some sembelence of community and girlies are sent off into the hills with just other girlies when a year before they hadnt any confidence to even trot a bit..
"one of the girlies, the one older one age of consent, was even encouraged ...wink wink... to go off on a solo ride in the hills with picnic hamper and her boyfriend... show him how good she is at a galop....[ my that day we smiled ... at nature in action, he made happen]....
" but by years earlier sick to death of every fake lost sick weird Britolish... every one of their sick kids.... every one of their 99% are useless showoff nags... every one of em con the simple workman for his simple fair wage.....
" not one bit of it in any way wished as ongoing for the self.... THE one and only purpose, was in august twenty twenty.... ' MArgret let me see if i can find some lassies to adopt em for you... theyre too good for the glue factory just yet...and you do LOVE them....i dont KNOW any but who knows what may happen....if i let go and speak to any mum i see meanderin' along on my old bike... its a long shot.'..
" but from the very first second of the very first successful chat with the first mum he coerced while she was sat in her motor at the busstop with her lass abord as he saw.... 0.5 seconds in as she pricked her ear up.... ' ehh up lass...... got any girls..... girllsssss... who may like to use a nag for free...now school is out again....
" his thoughbubble....: wow ... ehh if there were just one... well maybe i could get my own over as a bridging operation.... a sort of relaxed new phase... maybe if she saw even a few of them gathered in some photos...she may get jealous and come and have a look for herself...and want a turn.... last time i saw her in the land a decade ago she was belting across the hills on one.... who knows....
" a whole actual free girls riding club.... gathering...all winter .... and even one boy allowed as long as he didnt complain about the flies buzzin' around his bare bum...in the hills... set up for ONLY one reason.... and that failed, too... great REAl life sea shanty if you ask me... beets that pathetic Ancient Mariner who only had himself to blame anyway for his rotting albatross around his neck.... aint that what art is for... telling REAL truths about now not some fantasy ancient history... i dare you
" you could stick in one fun verse of how he even survived the terrible jagged rocks one day on the homeward leg.... him to the grape head by recorded whatsap.... ' how dare you.... i knew you would love so every word is recorded.... of how the two of us farmer Helen and i say with now your LAndlady you have conned with medical insider knowledge around her table as payyment for your use of her land.... but i made a contract written signed and witnessed by the one landswoman left my ally .... i did the illicitgirls fence rebuilding days of it for free... other fences and even getting the rats out of her house she was feeding you dint notice... for later on a tenner an hour.... and the materials you alledge me of embezzling the money for, funny that as there wasnt any money paid for them.... the fence posts were all reclaimed from farmer Helen's land days it took me unpaid.... for your overpiced fuckin nagtoo...'....you spread one more word of that nasty runour i long ago expected.... i shall release the recording of our crystal clear careful deal .... ...shame i dont have one of your so called boyfriend coming in with his guns to suposedly shoot the bunnies when you had already been told one of our lasses was a bit towny sensetive so not to, and it did scare her away for good when she saw it.... exactly your vicious orrid lil' plan...ohh and your own brother the farrier laughed at me when i first met him and he then saw you over in the field pickin poo..... ' you've got her here....you must have a death wish...' ..... but i'm sure you're just the net result of some awful vicious circle way before you.... you stop here and now. i will never tell one word of who YOU really are.... but you can stop your fakery here and now with me luv....as your daddy eckerslike wont have told you or whipped it out of you, too "
I don't go out at night. Countrypeeps get to a point or got to it years, ago, of knowing that those 'out' are on a different jig...
However a wonderful fifty year old muvva. She knew.... "i want to hear more.... you are telling me things i need to know...."
" well i know one thing, even if they can't listen.... that women are ONLY desirable past fifty two.... it's the absolute fundamentalist zealotry that has taken over or rather has not evolved as things evolved in the eighties into nineties the backwards slide .... we all wobble at fifty that's fair enough being rather stupidly stuck on numbers i guess it all started with 'three red crows' and all that voodoo....... but at fifty two some women at last just move out of the rediculous endless obsession of how other will judge their look, i guess, and thus start to actually look great... grown into who they ARE not what rubbish the advertisers or Guardian Colour Supplement papers sell to them... which incidentally PLENTY of us in our teens and twenties were way way above .. ignored it all ...
" anyway you accept the skin you have and even that is too close to their fragile bone round here as if it's prejudiced against some skin you may dream of...
"some ... grow into it... are far more at ease you can see it in their skin, age over fifty....and are thus at last truly desirable....
"me i sort of was looking for some trouble 'n strife a decade from 2016.... a hundred acres even fifty even five....
" i was actually given one of them to use for free after earning that gift by a winter rescuing an old one who wished assisted end-it-all...really...she told me so..... and i didnt like her at all from earlier jobs at her place all she did was moan.... and i discovered later on what a liar! she conned me telling me she had no money at all and i took pity and would do a half day sickling her hedges for a fiver an hour i took such pity.... later on with my ALLY farmer Helen we had to help her as she blew a minor fuse and discovered she had hundreds of grand squirreled away or one at least...
" in fact thats especially why you need a village to look after an old bag... as i would arrange two of us helping with her internet banking so one could witness the other... as the first thing a brit does if anything even slightly goes wonky such as the mistake i made asking another horsewoman to join us to shepherd my girls up into the hills with me as obviously a bloke cant be alone with his girls up in the hills in Britolin if they aint his...
" smallest peek at one caught with her knickers down they go into immediate false allegations attack...not counter attack as you never attacked them, just accepting their sick status quo... its so sad its come to this....'community' impossible and i was great at it as i didnt want it for myself ever in fact like walks just me and one other ...
" anyway utterly random mistake...turns out the new smiley one was actually a viscious meONLY alcoholic and BPD who then bit by git got rid of my girls.... the clue was she had told me she had a 13 year old horsey lass and i said whoop whoop great she can make new friends too as everyone all locked away... but we never saw that 13 year old...
"but she picked em off ...my ones....as if they were crows upon the carcass of a still alive new foal on the grass... and as sure as rotting meat pongs, within a few months all were gone - her scare tactics had worked, she just planted malicious little ideas here and there - and i know she wouldnt have DARED ever say anything about me anyway i gradually handed over the reins as planned to a wonderful teen we had tethered by love .... and the mums didnt come back any more... i think she would pit one against the other...
" and the only solution obviously is you need a few sane ones with you to counteract this increasing madness even where i used to live for years...
" anyway the second issue is yes this 'community' crap they all come out with...been there, done it, got the t-shirt even if my communities would be above even advertising as i would ferret em out in person.... and see first what their actual vibe was like.... the testing process not 100% perfect as described...
" its impossible... Britolin became the Lord of The Flies island years ago..in fact about 15 or 18 back to be exact...i saw it happen...to 'communities' in places where really it should have been possible...really aside places, quite easy people supposedly gentle and all lovely tribal in a very understated way...
" where one needed alliance to just keep a few acres of 'woodland eco camping' kind of thing going for the tribes who would come, by cooperation as if you charged the 'going' rate for labour they would have had to pay double for their weekend pitch....
"and they would all sit around their campfires if the 'mush werent fucking with their heads too much ohh yes thats an insult as they all 'micro' dose nowadays...
"singing Proclaimers songs about ye olde community action...
" but even hint maybe they could help gather some firewood the next day and you get accused of being coercive or whatever new towny word was in vogue....
" THAT...is what i want to write songs about.... the problem is that 'music' even pious ye olde lovely fiddle music.. did destroy community..... began the great disconnection WITH the land i lived experienced as theyre all up at it til even midnight means they dont get the ferk up til half way through the day....so it is the ultimate viscious circle... or theres probably some other way of coming up with some simple parable phrase to describe this ...if we wrote a song about just this and it got to number one then it would become our thing... Ocam's razor .. ive been sat on twenty years just trying to keep SOME simple oldschool collabortation ongoing on the land... and failed
" does only one thing.... infact is the simple explanation.... every word they utter is the opposite of whom they are.... and that makes your asshole bleed real blood as all constipation has to be forced out eventually or it makes you real sick...
" anyway yes super sexy, let go, lassies past fifty two..... i can see in your eyes they glisten without any products from the ashram sales site.... you'll be one, too.... but your buddy here....wow she REALLY does have it in spades.... i can tell under her disguise about same age as me.... kindof moves, bounces, gesticulates in ways that make seem younger than you...."
just when something impossible come and distract even me from my trail of thought that was pukka yesters but no longer quite so sturdy a shaft...
of sunlight
oops forgot the punchline even from the lasters...
Master and Marg and all that....
Now....you have a rediculous rat of a blood relative whom in 2010 in fact to be nice and philosophical you put up a sort of lamentful small video clip for your daughter, saying "what an extraordinarily beautiful piece of music, i must admit...long ive had this tape i borrowed years back just a demo mess around... " and this before anyone made money on Youtube
you get some mad threatening email " i will sue you.." which any half sane father would think to himself thank GOD i kept my daughter away from those brain dead tragic tragedies... all ruined by the saddest man in the world, the child-man who makes cash only off his dad's name; when he wasn't actually a dad, nor was his dad a dad either...
anyway such people i guess are lifetime mad...
Even if it can all be fixed but they revel in their personal unfixability
that became as of 2010s a badge of identity
(i said to her " well i can fix it i can fix near anything but..[to be cont]..")
Anyway forget them for now.... except who knows what sneaky little actions they may plan, even from their vile madlands, when one just tells ones story, fully...
But i learned over fiteen years ago exactly how to figure where the ice will crack, the tightrope snap
or other such dull metaphors for the lost and lonely with no purpose but their awful personal PR gameshow
will always attempt to gag you
And this i know EXACTLY where the line is.
100% absolute legal knife edge balancing act just the right side of that edge always.
Which is unimportant. Even if Voltaire updated when the non-non-Tories for years all they can do is fake their rage and appear Rightist adjacent or some other variant of not very graceful.
I am pure 100% oldschool OBVIOUS perpetual mini revolution just protecting 'gains' made which is endless hard work, classic internationalist equalicist intl humans rights ist... green before it became about whackjob sexy stuff.... classic liberal.... or even 'part socialist' as the rich are MORE damaged by lack of egalitarianism than the poor dont yer know.... and they are humanstoo
though no one ever says.
Anyway ... Oggle.... sometimes i wish things to be un oggleable for no seruptitious reason, merely dramatic suspense...
As even legal 'activism' that gets JAck Straw's jackboot probably kicking you in your kidneys from behind a shroud...using your own lass as weapon but you can NEVER know...
Legal activism isnt enough. only 'story' really makes longterm difference..
and they must be a bit engaging... or have some weird provable impossible twist
And as even the lil' bit of her broken broomstick is all over the web of spidery deceit, i can't even playfully bounce on the tightrope thrown out across the thinnest of ice, which is so good for you!
works...
cos she is mine....
I wonder if she noticed its no longer there....
And may intuit second sightly what that means.
I always mean what I say....
especially when it comes to cleanin' ladies....
But damn it these lowlanders even a once true Highlander they only ever give you a few minutes theyre so so so busy all the time one thing to the next you gotta move quickly, which is so undignified and ungraceful indeed unartly....
see today's bigjob, below)
(note to self, why the land was ruined, cos she knows better..!!.. 
