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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"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....
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...
curiously fluid language that pisses in its own nest, except in the not very useful uncontrollably spatter and dribbly ..' modality',
as soon as the DeBotters thought they had the ' alternative' take on it all... then your Kae turns it into a Tempest of truest fakery
really just filling her reservoir
with what it always is about:
reserving the right
to one day ' pivot' the fook off to honeymoon in the Maldives when their do fiereybrand of fake caring fails .
a bit of skimmed cream off the top of the entirely sterilised lifeless persona hopefully in the bank..
in the Maldives of even Bahamas ...
or just a cash box under the pillow every night sodden with crocodile tears...
and not very accurate caught 'dreams'
... yes a lovely word ... right from the saudade textbook of great things from the past
that one just could fight to get back...
( the correct definition Portuguese will tell me to my face ... while also saying " god those English fake hippies like Eartha Love are vandalising the whole of our once sane land with all their fake retreats and temples they bought with fake crowdfunds .. emotionally vandalising their kids too.. our homeland now only acedia ridden swamp if fake Swampies" . who was a fake too, i knew his neighbour from Teeps Valley up in the hills on a Lobdoners media cash... who would tell tales, of his yurt with a big telly n crates of beer in his middling age resting on his laurels and chix still seeking out his fake dreadlocks ... ...)
now of course even the Swampies when it comes to the crunch having spent decades saying we need community and all that fake bullshit .... deep down reserve the right to sell their yurt or hobbit home for
the going market rate
rather than ever
"well if we wish to unThatch my straw bale home..[. like Rachel's Pembrokeshire bijou one so online pimped its daft im sure she gets loads of air b n b at way over the going rate ..]
i shall BE the change and sell it at 75% of the market value or kess thus unThatchin' myself from a vile kand which unlike the EU defines themselves by their castle or even sully little yurt...[errata big and flashy and full of dreamcatchers and pricey Jotuls when a cheap old tent us just as useful......]....so i can still join the Undercover Hippy Billy Rowan such a beautiful flourished soul....in Bali where he would crowdfunded, pop off on his
' i can only write new songs here about global warming in my Bali shack surrounded by naycher and quiet and cheep beer... thanks my luvin many supporters for facilitating my creativity.... ' "
as his twatter would chirp from the about ten years ago and him their ultimate pinup so so righteous worthy its daft... .. and i have all in the fully legally compliant archive over 15 years date time stamped etc as it became such fun to see such birderline personality disordering the day even then.... .
anyway if they have a brain cell left they may just recall the glorious word English at its best before the Billies and Kaes destroyed it...
gazunder ..its veautiful to have it vack...
... one hears of late last few weeks
it means 1988 or 9...
overnight ...
freefall
even if yurts werent a thing then....
indeed i would posit yurts will depreciate even more.
as all the ' festivals' go bankrupt too and they cant con some poor still-towny that the best instagrammer is punctuated with shots out of the flap of the ' authentic ' ... 100 quid a nighter ...
anyway so much to finish off so many audios made the last few months still to upload (they unfortunately use far less battery so i have to listen to the sound of my own dull voice .... and.. all electrix dead now thistermorn.... i put my mean readers before my own very very cliffedge needs... cuntz...go listen to Billy songs.... whom i said to his face 2009 "well youre such a fabulous little slam poet you are the new Bob...." how wrong one can sadly be...I'm no cynic...but i do have perfect notebooks and records of the most glorious hall of cracked mirrors down the rabbit hole that leads to them Mad Hatters partying...
with Billy as their soundtrack so perfectly PR spun ...
except they run all your 3rd sector and community dosh destinations...
and its only ever fun to have the reality of Billy's fetid land...
at hand in my ten terrabytes
but i cant get to it yet as the Billyies (who will of course hunt down the one unFan who tells his truth as i bet he still googles himself every day to see how the grift is ongoing) conned everyone they are the answer..
when they were indeed the exact opposite...
as even they couldnt reply to any nice very complimentary invite, to do some poetry for my small group of kids that year ...
as of course there werent enough paying customers on the horizon blahh blahh..
despite their WHOLE gig being we are of the people and only seek change.. but they DO have ALL the 'community capital' in THE environment...those mid-lands ... all around, vile Dooneshire too... especially as it was Their Source...
And i never even met one who WANTED her back in the bougie-yurt to be his equal out there in the land... and admit he was lonely as she wasn't even there...
because he bored her to death, with his so so dull Alan Wattsian bullshit never mind so fake caring for anything at all... not surprising she sat at home innit making such dull fake art
if she had used him as the subject - a real one...
rather than made up Podger moanin' (i did go and see it in Hellstoned ive never seen such utter fake self pitying nonsense...)
fuck she could have ten Turners under her belt by now...
as i have been sharing the last 3 years
"theres cash...REAL cash...in REAL art about the REALITY of the environment...and even the Billies that caused it to be so awful he fakes a begging bowl to get the fuck away and write songs about how awful it is... what a SUBJECT!!! even if its in at least two dimensions... bit too hard for you i guess, lass [who only have THE voice..] "
And even that must never even be spoken of...I'm not paranoid, but 'The Allies' never had to contend with so so much more of this
( wow that was a clever bit of multiphone wizzardry to get that over here.... even if it has already been used for a deeply serious reason...
' cause' .... for which one needs kindly communication and a fairly good word picture or picture of words in a quarter of the minds so many i know suffer with ... stupid Haidt wouldnt know its all in Affluenza written before he was even out of playing stupid space invader games)
all about everywhere hiding behind ashramatic and other generally all the same...personas
( eternal youth is in the can i cant lie and its all they all want .. and they can have it for free or at least the only way i know if feeling like a just teen in 76...anything can happen! .. ...the very serious version...as the flower babe knows downtown.. )
and i would want a rematch, with 'benefits' .. even if Lesbos has come out of left field the last five eays and proven only they have the real day anything sense of humour...
if i die now i die happy at Mrs Ipanema's cheeky retort " fuck em and their manhunt youre cowering cus if ...you wimp ..me i would have traded it in for an even more pikey van..."
but then i aint beautiful enough to even sing along with the great Mr Fluidity anthem, ask his kids
i can however claim a record for the most coercively MANipulative use of one womans lezzie bent ...maybe
or in her native tongue " moje"
to mutually benefit a couple of them...
i bet she never even considered two fi
dimensionally why it may have benefited me
if a certain womans best friend . ran away into the back of my van ..not with me either
as was the plan from day one ...
except the fuller story is far more poignant and even morally 100% bulletproof
indeed at srart of this magical mystery tour - the secret of eternal youth being as is quite often the case for a recluse i bet someone told the fuzz saturday before last 'he looks suspicious...never seen HIM wearing a straw boater .... or any sunhat" ( i am serious i was genuinely worried listen to mental elf audio recent one... the next day despite texting the serious bigshot judge ' i have an ALIBI ..i wozat your sauna ...sweating in your garden all day... anyway they said theyre hunting a white man so that doent include me naturally tanned..[ he rather likes i do believe] ' ..but the lovely little flourishment of true great energy joy hearing that someone else quite obviously ...oops we cant say can we... had been collared... was a true lovely mental elfy moment of pure positivity...and i wouldnt smile for anyones loss the tragedy of err and even him.... as you dont get that wonky unless you have been Britishly parented...AS THE SERB SAID so its not me orrificer...)
ehh where was i rules... Shakkers took a LOT of public money... those who did or in her case 3 years ago still was...
may be fair game
plus they all from about 2018 started to do the ultra con of crowdfunding i have a superb chronicle of loads olf shaktis using their children for illicit cash.. still goes on just seen sixty grand begged buy one of them using her lass for dustcover to her book of lies... ooh dsabled, too.... very
half of em bought a holiday homeland acre in Portugal especially the Garway hill (first contingent of conny RAnbowistas..)
where whilst planning how to get the yoga contracts at the old folks homes one day they allowed known child abductresses to fraudulently claim British tax credits for years ...
dfespite being one of the rfare ones who lived ina cult of Zoe in Portugal all year around..
i know i did the case.. never told anyone never even politely threatened get the kids back as Dolphin is DYING of serious real cancer not made up long crvid...
and i have arranged a bridging grant..his mum will pay your fairs... and a weekly allowance.. while they are at his bedside watching dads terminal cancer grow.. lots of REAL 'growth' there Ms Shekinah...
and i have put it in writing as will everyone else you will not be prosectuted or even have the slightest tale told on you for violently having dad beaten up by your other yoga costume clade nazis down there...
in your 'retreat'
but the weay come the Portugal fires they all (ex Horroford contingent trustafarii)immediately had
very high production values film on Beggiongbowl inc always with little EarthMoony in the shot weeping over his burned up laptop implying they had lost EVERything when they were back and forth Horrorfordshire Queen of the 'spiritual' conshire every other month...
It was genius...a master class.. even if Mistressy as him the beardy one always in the background heroically sifting through the props...oops made up pile of ashes.. her in foreground with the lovely little elfen ones crying wailing at the act of godly Miss fortune...
and then 2020... Dot and her fraudulent crowdfund first line said "charity.. single for corvid called Breathe...."
when i saw no registration number nor ev en pledge to put the cash where she ...
etc
but a Kington lad doing that would immediately have been arrested for fraud...
nohh not in...
anyway .... yes only those who took public money are occasionally named as its unavoidable everyone else knew who they weretoo but of course never said a thing in Truman-show-on-Wye..
even if not one is WORTH identifying so terminally shabby...
except the one who already ins in a latest audio...a case study on..
but will like;ly attack... not 'counter' attack as civilisation is based on being LAdy george... and Voltaire
and his glorious sunshiney state of mind...
no point here everyone's lost theirs...
my only real rule 15 years ago no 16...ALWAYS treble check spelling and grandmmer... before publishing anything .. my IDENTITY is carefully written carefully presented writing always...
but then some rules have to be left behind as getting in the way
of a greater good
and i always write outdoors so in the sunshine as now impossible to even see the screen for the worst offending miss takes..
(one only 'challenges' to be best version of selves as 5 years among the blokes... absolutely NO hope in any single one of them..)
AI, the internet and all of those stupid yanks who think...
they run it as they never could
i italics as it wont let me
A "Nestbeschmutzer" (German for "nest fouler" or "one who soils their own nest") is someone who criticizes or exposes flaws within their own group, family, country, or company. The term implies disloyalty, as the person is seen as making their own community look bad to outsiders
end of italics
Now even if Herman (with reservations) and his superb Sid... got 'it' that the WATTSES AND CO NEVER COULD
BE NOBODY noWHERE....
OOPS ACCIDENTAL CAP.
as i only ever speak quietly we had such a lovely quiet talk....i care
(and never ever even hint at identities of those in a partial pickle as i am a SOLUTIONIST... just this week five bridges are being partially built but they gotta do the last bit !! even when a large pot of gold awaits someone wih some legal purity about them..)
Of Thomas Bernhard the neighbour who beat Herman and Mister MAnn to pure humanitarianism, it was known he NEST PISSED as he wanted them to do better - its a form of purification by amonia... i piss in my nest to point out it needs a jolly good airing... in the sunlight
even if English 'Enlightened' women yes we know thought drinking their own was the route to heaven via Mister Holford Inc even 20 years ago
i was pondering at sunrise ok... what eco laws?
well ..if you must take the fat pill or even HRT which is now being questioned (i have recordings of doctors saying so...babe ones) .. or prozac or Xanies they need just to go to an ecomeet..
then as the posh birds 2006 the lovely innocent lost lamb Hannah to my amazement - her a leader of that pack discovered drinking your own piss - BLOKES TOO!! or is it a sexist pursuit only female piss has special powers?... is the best life extension kit..
it should be compulsory !!
all made to....egalitarian!!!! far more a leveller than a £2 bus ticket
that way their own kidneys may have double the chance at filtering out the secret fatpill or even a 'diet' one for kicks, as my first London girlfriend knew as she dealt in them behind her horseriding gardener facade ...they take..... before the poor sewer bacteria have to deal with it (Inadequately even in London systems maybe 5% still gets through)
.... nest pissery or NestBezzing.... is a NOBLE necessary profession, that civilisation is BASED on... aka Voltaire...and the Queen LADY George Elliot the queen of all pissery ... Silas pisses on EVERYone except Silas and his humble yeomen and women tribe... pissin on the frippery of even the silly bourgeois babe who wanted to no was ENTITLED to buy Eppie's love...
LADY George wouldnt have a word of it..literally literarily hung drew and quartered that female fake carer .... who just wanted to buy a human accessory to her barren lonely childless life..
"fuck off and get a dog... " to paraphrase all of the perfect book, Silas..
and if we need it in two lines
" and ruin it, with your over controlling bourgeois ways terrified of everything that may dribble down your fine dresses ...even your own cumjuice.."
.... I'm sure even ancient Italians managed a bit of that hygienic ammonia disinfectionary pissin between their obsessive annals
yes...even the first Shakti... Mrs 'Rainbow' scout... 2006. in our hills looking for her angle... " im looking for a large remote space where we can ruin the land with ten thousand RAinbows... " we helped.... with reservations as we lived in real Hinterlandshire...ooh i like that...
BUt i knew that would nevver be a 'happening' as soon as we took her under our wing and then..
" i shall 'connect' you with BArbara at the Bush a well known lethal user of younger women in trouble...
"however she has some facilities
including
she coerced 8 genuinely ill people into buying the property ...or long lease.... who she was official 'nurse' to in their very sick people home....and then so successfully shooed them off never to be seen again... or ask for their cashback...
" as soon as io saw her businerss card ' Barbara wise woman' i was wise enough to say 'barbara.. there is a line i shall draw it out for you on your bar of watered down beer and as everyone says inedible food that takes 3 hrs to arrive...
" i want nothing ever ever from you other than you have the only good trampoline for miles where my lass will come and bounce sometimes....
" otherwise you stick YOUR side of the line..... never even notice me...and i shall stick to mine...
" which worked as over a decade i was the ONLY person who never ever had a row with her never was fitted up with false alegations her lovely habit when her poor little winged broken birds arrived into her trap, worked for hera few months at said bar... and then didnt get their wages usually as they were carted off in a copcar after BAbs lovely false allegations..never to return even to heckle for their embezzled wages as of course that would elicit 'harassment' charges too...
[ the greatest comedy ever in all of history when she got the call from Missus Hotel... i was there having nothing from her conbar but probably cleaning the bogs for no cash as one must respect even tourist bottoms desrve something not out of Pappi... you had to be there her ukltra ashramic yogi face lit up..." ohhh she is doing MEEEE....and they are even supplying a 24/7 personal shrink to support me during the filming..." {whispered to a rare sane person there... " god that poor shrink.... nobody in history could survive Barbara's simply astounding ability to fuck heads... except me.... her perfect im a poor orphan and walked up from NZ..and saved the world en route via so many lovely tribes of lovely caring peoples......and am now here ONLY to spread love via my beautiful community...where everyone can use my love all day for FREE... as we know that is her up all night lounging like a walrus in the back room counting every penny really rather obsessively"]
" anyway shakkers i can tell you are tough behind the ashram smile... you need ac comodation and transport as usual a borrowed car likely borrowed rather permanently from the last bloke you tricked via that smile...lets take it back where it belongs, legally, or there just may be some aggro Corro would really best not be witness to...
"i will sort out the conartist and make sure you arent one of her preciousses... you have to make a partial bargain with the devil but make sure its in writing and witnessed... she darent pull a fastie with me...
"for Corros sake great trampoline.. ok camping..i pass by most days alternate weeks on the way to LLAngortse racist school where they teach racism against the 'English' never mind rthe poor black girl who turned up one day and the whole school turned to look at her with oggleyyes..... i can give you lifts...
[the only part of the bargain required you cannot say: and we ponder how compromise with the father who you so so forever eternally love but wont let him see ever as he eats sausages otherwise is your perfect twinflame as long as it isnt used to barbeque bangers for his so beautiful lad... but it would have worked... over time..]
"lets see if we can get you to MUTUALLY benefit one another as she does need SOME Fake PR to overcome her even worse PR and methinks you may be JUST the trick in that dept...and may look a bit nicer in the photos...mutual benefit...solutions to her solution of shit that pollutes the river ajacent to her 'ecodestination'.. and rubbish i sometimes clear myself even if we live aside up here in teh hills precisely to avoid this whole fake load of space cadet ex violent immos arrived from 2005ish .. the deal is once you are in ..i will ensure you will be...you try and do something about this evil bitch - allowed as assessment as into my chronicling audio device 2002 an unimpeachable nice / smart 60 year old woman working in Knighton conartist cafe was far far ruder about the lovely BAbs as she had been a real victim...and knew her grift inside out...
leaving litter bags all around the foxes rip open and end up all over the whole SSSI area along the Wye... i think you are tough enough inside... indeed intuited in the first second i met you.... trying to scam our hills for your ill gotten gain.. "
which did remarkably work for some months quite satis all around ... until of course the flower girl butterflies off to where she will indeed be able to also be...BArbara...their wonderful exqample
of how to truly dominate...
As they did and do...sorry ive had enough of every false " poor me.." live around HAy-on-Gaywhy... that excludes fine lesbians i should imagine...
every single fake carer just as much a thief as BAbs (ends up deported ) ...
fakes how much they 'care'...
And not one ever collaborate or even share..
And Shakti wasnt one would even want a little bite of the bitter cherry in respect of...
no respect for even her own lad's oft stated wish to know his dad ...
But i mainly did women's cases usually in fact against a dad from 2010 as by then they had caught up on the BPD league tables..
" lass.... in my dream cabinet ... you get the bigjob... even fifty plus, you are the only youngun....all your whole ' bodily' only pukka youthful purity via your fabulous loose mermaid tongue you are her... and musthus be ambassadress to ...your hometown...Ipanema.."
" you the only one dare make even a joke about her sanctification..... why on earth arent you real Queen in charge ....?!
" me and the very sweet obviously placid girlnextdoor sidecick down at the quite obvious lesbian honeymoon destination thistime lasteryear
" so politely just in conversation with a woman at the ultimate romantic lezzie lookout over towards sanity acrosse La Manche ..sat on her bench.... . an obvious wicker basketine tie dye who had done all the facile titillating DeBottine work she jut smelt of it. .. likely with antique 2cv up the road... .
" . i mentioned very smilingly ...just in polite conversation...the frequency of lovely birds as smiley as you i would see a year here hand in hand even if no bees left due their products or other miscellaneous HRTs in the sewerage..likely fattypills too......or whatever .. which i wouldnt dare to even mention i am so polite twas just a nice day passing wistful chat friendly .... and she bit my head off ' YOU ARE A NASTY SEPARATIST......" ... which i loved as symbolic product of all of their this century's toxic sludge of they know they are just superior cos they have a Tolle in their basket or whatever else false bullshit goes hand in hand with all the rest of it....
" why...i am serious.... why arent you propper top doggin Quen ?!? whomsoever you may get in the back of that big van o yours you are simply the best skinny tanned gorgeous freely speechifyin bird of them ALL... i wouldnt be so nasty about hammerhead fish in the polluted sea i wouldnt even wish conman Nige a case of benign herpes from his fine German wife's fine real woman youth.... [ they dont tell u about the real nighttime habits of fine Germania] ... you have a RESPONSIBILITY ... to have become at least Ministress for something.... ok not children as youre too custardy to have any, but otherwise you are the supreme one even tougher nut than Malala my heroine with her ' Oi Taliban you losers you failed ..i still got most my brain left and one good eye .. ' ... "
"because my man i could only be supreme dictator ... maybe a little benign .... but you think i can put up with one more word of their wank...!"
" you trying to drive me beserk in this gorgeous heat, which drives any real country man to thoughts of only one thing.... mention of how you spend your evenings . ... but if ever anyone should be her Benign dickship.... i just met her...
look how small mine is next to yours ..... far more intimate than your bigjob ... mine had no way of escaping or hiding anything of her.... the ultimate anti seperatism device.... even if it failed"
real conversation i dont lie
and joke on me, literally in the one place youre not allowed to make a joke about ...
( even if the frequency of alcoholic chaps are no joke...so so many of themtoo)
silly me i got quite good at that in the first few years in the stony Wasteland...
but you can't 'think' of it proactively.... it just hits you like a not here bee between the eyes at times "stupid me...its what they did NOT say ever that's the key...to making me look actually very sweet and a reluctant Nestbeschmuter (let me see did i get the spelling right first try..?
oggles version nestbeschmutzer but thats ok that counts as i almost always write only in the sunshine in quiet parks so couldnt see the obvious typo
now.... i have been FULL time on all this material for at least 3 weeks even if it doesnt look like it
And there is a sequence i keep ruining by thinking up more waffle to add in but really it must STOP HALT fookin achtung baby...
i have so much to weave back in...
Especially when one has such a wonderful volcano of a day - the slow burn kind, but the lava is overflowing...
will it remain hot and dangerous [not to me to themselves] or gently solidify into something one can walk upon safely...
(even if up there in poshlands of fake greens they mowed their best WILDFLOWER MEADOW yesteraft... which really ahs broken my heart... especially as a fair few afternoons i just bedded down there for my afternoon kip and book..)
and this stupid cameraphone.. keeps doing this and as unlike anyone else i never use the horrid things except to attempt to waste my time with only one communicant a week at most...
and film or photos for here
or the other one if i think someone may just be a REAL person
as in today but theres no point nobody EVER 'follows through' with any discussion sometimes over many months about what to DO
eg just on the pesticides that are used at social housing a year ive been attempting to nudge nicely someone to DO what she endlessly says she is going to DO...
but it wont happen and everyone has ten times more dosh than i never mind elect..
so its nice to pass on the odd inspiring thing to the next generation
as today even if all now has barbed wire as free gift wrap
and then yes ... always put anything into laptop immediately and ONLY work from a laptop never ever phone as its depressing enough being unable to watch what one has made due time restrictions batterywise..
and just load em up iunchecked for over the line sedition but then as i always know exactly where the line is...
at least to turn the stupid film around into the position it was when I turned it on but the stupid AI now knows better so i would have to open phone edit it in there (not poss here) and upload another fixed version here which takes 10% of battery - both of em....
so twist your neck around and you kiss Carswell's twited neck and ass too like my once only trusted friend
this is good about why ALL eco operations ALWAYS fail
i think its this one
whats that?
right SO SO many missed bits a dozen groovy audios...
one someone who paid assuming he may be sane he can have a preview...
or is he a very very clever bot who has hacked mummy's purse and will dob me in for REALLY getting down to naming some real baddies ....an Oxford prof...and tv star...who made the mistake of pretending she was literally Nature Queen and saviour...just 20km away from where for 20 years i did a bit of that...alone...nobody else there...and without telling anyone much a sits REALLY dangerous...? And even she couldnt be relied on doing what her very very expensive mailshot said she would...
never mind as my witness in worst eco crime of the century...
thirty two percent and i thought it would have been up to at least fifty...
(the day after yes a real heartbreaking tragedy...)
Anyway even the Southerner of the BBC has on his wireless at quarter past sixish " plant more flowers" due the bumbles down 30% ... (and that was merely 2022) ..
Except there is problem number one of TWO!
It merely is a case of LEAVE more flowers, petal...there is no such thing as a 'weed' or if one wishes to be all Lowlander, Dipsaci or is it disacuses are beautiful and a certain kind of bird is especially evolved to favour them...
Few Northerners would actually understand as ... well the story of the land, and the Lowlands start precisely at Lyonshall - everywhere east of if one drew a line North South, and everywhere South of about Ripon ..
and to be unantagonistic to folk from them parts or rather that land mass of mass extinction of any souls or sense..
as i am sure they get intimidated by using even a word 'uplands' or even mid[elevation] lands...
as hills are merely to play in and have 'adventures' as long as one is well equipped with anti Teazel sprays and hats and water botts (my equal - her OF them 300m and abovelands she laughs when i say " luv on all three red alert days i meandered up past yours lunchtime or should we be inclusive and say dinnertime..no hat, ok one day i had ONE cup only of water in a plastic milk bottle taken from someones recycling... usually no water...
"as i wanted to die ...and you know why... from our wonderful winter high byway meetups randomly when the selkies deemed it was kairos time...
ehh yes .... so they started to come to my past 200mpluslands to use nice fluffy language which a splendid lesbian wouldnt find 'seperatist'... ... which interestingly is far less arable - plants are very elevation specific far more so than i ever knew, than one may assume..
Anyway imagine a long windy byway from a lower hamlet going up into the hills to the west... nobody for ever would bother to cut the verges... and those 200mplus elevations one has more sparse flowerfilledness in the hedgerows so every flower really really does matter (especially as the truth of the land for centuries is that 99% of farmers and i was one so i'm allowed to say so even if i was due pwerfect old rustic Ralph a true environmentalist, in the '1%' flower hating fascists..
They demand they live in Surrey too with perfectly manicured verges as far as the junkies eye can see... even if some very forgotten old backwater..
They resent the nutrients and even sunshine each flower may take from their meaty operation...
Anyway some fat Midlander - by which one means the 'Black Country' a region of retail parks, forever, or in living memory, even if they would arrive and give tales of some mythical 'gypsy' past, just in their own scummy industrial Midlands back garden (and you cant help it where you were born)
"i'm from the Black Country and thus am some earthy Romany adjacent un impeachable person to ALSO be almost 'pitied' as due their perfect living-in-harmony with seasons and flowers and all that....gathering herbs so as to treat the horsey with a tickle in its throat... when in fact they worked in the local pill factory (back there) and as soon as they began to buy up the cheap old cottages of the MIDlands (elevation 200mish and up) it was hilarious in that demanding they be noticed via cutting a strip of verge outside their 'place' indeed looked the most absurdist artform ever..
fat ex pill factory manager must cut his bit so as to prove he arrived... or her sometimes..
Which sounds pedantic but when they also started to apply the same purification treatment to all the public spaces including The Warren by Hay in 2001 ... THE greatest established huge wildflower meadow in the area...
Thats when you know they deserved to run over a big nest of ground dwelling bees and get the consequences..
(and not have learned as proper country folk do " BEE or WASP..or even HORNET... bugging, KEEP YOUR GOB SHUT IMMEDIATELY " as a sting on your 10 year olds tongue is the one way they could quickly and very very painfully just like those unheadscarfed babes nobody actually cared about... get throttled to death....)
Anyway.... i repeat Warren performance yesterday ... nobody cares..
The Lowlanders will have been walking by and not even NOTICE... a couple of wonderful flowerfilled acres ... genocided...
and item 2 is one cannot say a thing unless one has a back protector... ok its almost ...well i had no idea that the whole SWestershire seems to be samesexshire santuary shire...
only with a partner in tow to the local farmers or council or whatever will one be treated with SOME respect ... that no Green Party person as they trickled in only to shitty towns like Leominster could ever ever understand..
as they hardly ever go beyond their shitty towns...
But item 2 REALLY is... as i have been reminded so beautifully in one person...
How certain 'bubbles' - all Lowland even in WAles, do utterly use up ALL the oxygen and dont even know whats been going on up the road for decades..
THE 'land' - and small farms are always a bit nicer to flowers, or potentially so once she has had it out with im round the bacon table ... so the land needs couples - a 100 acre farm cannot even survive if it does do awful tourist glamping without a couple doin' it.. always has been that way... shared tasks .. and larger farms always default to " ok we need 4 tractor drivers they are pricey so we MUST use every last drop of glyphosate we will be able to get away with, as that brings down the price tag by millipence of each grain of corn.. and each flower left in the fields takes a BIG chunk of cost base away especially now we can measure it to the faction of a billipence with HAL9000 over there in the corner and he costs a fortune to fix too... "
Which is why the environment is fucked...
the farmers on the small farms (but not in Swestershire which is merely a holiday camp every inch of it) are even sourer when they get bored of Pornhub or cider ... and there is nothing left at all to take away their feeling of existential Utterly aloneness as most of the babes need to be near the shops...
and go down the pub,its 5 lonely landsmen to every supermarket check out babe maybe left in the region and thats in fact an even more bitter cross to be unbearable..
And yet try 'sharing' this with a Green, a green small g, or an accademic from Bubbletown..
guess what
(but i adore and am only energised by the Christian bigot's Wasteland...
and being the one weirdo who for a decade has attempted to share this rather large matter that defines ALL middishlands ... everywhere...cept the place they all go and semi retire to so are myopic indeed thats a good defo of narcissism .. i had no idea is so incurable ...
but it is in my annals at least....what REALLY happened...?
someone patronising me.... would certainly be participant in something that surely will end up to some extent in the history books...immortal.
as will she be - the Doctor from Oxford... who set herself up as VERY WELL FUNDED saviour of all nature in the whole past region....even MY hills she was asked to assist me at and never even bothered to answer the question...... but i put into the audio yest theREAL story of her... and it matters... shes terminally single too of course and her fakebook speaks of all men as abusers...or thats always their hint...
that became the only gig they know...
why also they are so so sour they cant ever do the JOB they say they, are.. their whole identity 'nature protectors' when... i have two perfect stories which show in fact almost the exact opposite...
she would likely sue though... unless i spend 5 hrs getting out all the photos photos of her texts and recordings of this and that... only from a few years ago...
and NOTHING has changed... other than i randomly discovered The Source of them all....
