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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never mind carry around 4 boxes of em found even in this cultural desert
a real pain in arse but ...
there isNO ' ambiguity' ...
ine must always act as if the fairies decide to actually help maybe by giving one a propper dise of exotic ecolii and the nursies have to track down a next of kin
if theyve slept enough to manage to think in 2 d..
or run out of their drugs too
ambiguous .... hmm... just the kind of word the profiteers would deploy
The fabulous only toughnut ( illegal teen preg, now a fine young radical lawyer 25years later)in the whole of Pastyshire
with the only fine mind
fought with her counselling degree professor Leon
i explored til i found her in the last place on earth
" they come here flounce around the prom all day pretending to be sweet mermaids and they even got their vicious soundhealer talons into my sister and ruined her.. conned her into their cult."
but forced into Rupert's bed as only ' alternative' even if her true love a defo economic migrant ..from Iraq..
"this is THE one most romantic church in history.... "
and give them the story (quite often if at my docking station)
"the cynics say one thing...i know he was just drunk and got the wrongun, pointin at him... .... but it gave us Lorna... a truly magnificent pacifist tract.. never mind Master Ridd alone up in the hills real man farmin' no-one to help im dig out his frozen lanbsteaks"
as it will no way on earth get though to twenty seven
I know the one man i must find on the way to,
out of hell called Devon
Mister Frockish " the last great rock band..."
i need to shake his hand
(knowing every smallest scratch and bit o feedback i still cant tell which is the most perfect moment - version ...recorded and the yoof fake it theyve got the best 'remaster' all they can do twiddle knobs and not create their own
new revolution ... " cos theyre afraid a bad credit score if you get seven years slammer for bashin up a deathhouse factory..and never again afford the free data
contract" )
Ive got to get to his Serbia
and tell em of what rhymes with ...it
In the Lingua Franca
After all only she ....
spitting opprobrium "groundhogs .. " and all that
destroyed by womb rewilding manifestly failed bullshit
inspired
that poetical hit
If they had a poet for president or just some real nomad in his tent
Now... i knew it the moment he said he loved MAnchester
And fair dinkum a VERY impressive woman journalist - men not ever DARING to say real stuff
my " women have the voice" audio a few weeks ago yet again proven
" i followed him around in his mayoralty for years ... inner circle of crumb whores ....
Andy's always open sanctum doors
it was interesting... as long as everyone basked in the glow of his man of the people image and foul aftershave all was smiley and sweetly bouncy your favourite uncle PAndy... but that time he was asked a REAL question not on his cheatsheet about how his plod were being very nasty and fittin' folk up or summit like...he suddenly went ICY cold as dark Lord as that silly costumed one from star Wars... really fuckin hot and dark lord of the dark arts that one.... "
I believed...only her
Superb real journalism...
Amazing she was even allowed on the BBC...
ahahh just enough battery left
(i dont argue merely arrogantly adopt their insouciance
just occasionally chuck away stealthy insurance
but yesteraft.. (in public space) " sorry luv.... them fey fake beatles your bleatin' on about....
as a 100% pacifist wouldnt even wish Mr big O cidere causing the fine Iranian anti headscarfe babes an earlier than scheduled execution likely as we speak...a bad cold
but the same year that one of them fakes who singlehandedly imported all that fake indian guru craptoo
got an early dispatch
when the job was even then to unThatch as every sane one of us knew
.... to think if i were New Order i would sue for trades descriptions Pandy trying to sound all hip sounds with it on in the background to his last videographic speech...
..i can tell you a story about the fakest Manchester adjacent man in all of history just this spring
manages to con even me
steal ALL my oxygen when i didnt have any time to spare
at least in "love" he would spout..
mentally ill no doubt
.... only one man though tragic for his Belgian bird
But as thefine Serbian priest once said
even if meself i far prefer dreamy hippy girl stuff
The day the music died ("the last great rock band")
(and The 'North' endedtoo)
The real musicman real artist too ... even if by his own hand
rather than some externally assisted alcoholic boss of a little cheeky Puddleborn boyband
Laber....even Midlanders....
The man who couldnt even tell that Nick the bloke he would take to tea...
In Commons likely Lords too....
was spinning a web of deceit and false allegation fantasy
several years the borderline personality
obviously disordered
Order order let the minister speak....
the truth no lies
pulled the wool over fatty Watsons eyes
( when even i knew the smell of rats)
Anyone who thinks any Northerner ( my formerly only enjoyed territory ..i loved propper, my tough northern whippet of a grandad, as he also saw thru the effete dodgy drip of a son he had accidentally caused to effect)
can be trusted to know any reality
never mind unThatch their own houses built of stolen gravy
notepad normally far more nice neat Paperchasey handwriting
Not one of them Lowlanders and their whole Industry ( ehh define a 'service economy' even if myself i wish no economy being an expert of economics as i am, and know its all artificial and Ruskie Roulette, just redistribute the grub a bit more fairly: making money from other humans by conning them with vats of snake oil or 30 quid haircuts, and thats just the boys... the ugliest tattoos in history, conning them that Lisa's 'sensory centre' filled with chemical aromas as 'therapy'... is any substitute for a good dose of real country smells " "esti ... careful.... theres one in the bed somewhere i can smell it - the sweet smell of ferret on the loose leaving her little tidy piles of poo on the go ... now which of the so intelligently designed territorial corners is it today..?")
Anyway if you REALLY are a battleaxe you have to give away EVERYthing...
No half way houses to stock up on Brighton Rock..
You even have to give away your 'identity'...
Mine being for so many years that humour is ok but likely achieves nothing so don't waste your time 'awaking' up and immediately " womb rewilding [service]" comes into my sick mind (c the Roches proper writers unlike 1 1/2 dimensional Northern angry young men)
Which i could be richer than Mister Grott if it got out that it is available as a special service only at the elite
out from the ten grand supercomputer on her dashboard
25 plate leccy showoff van
a week ago " here i'll have two more weeks please even if im going on strike as nobody phones me any more a bit of parchy weather and they all hide under their sunshades ...panting and performative moaning"
" ... i took your last one down a few days ago i realise i left it well after you paid for....."
" i noticed....bless yer soul..."
But actions speak ...ONLY
In my world of so many gibbers (WHY the rural lands wilted...and if i told them Suchet's Blott and Geraldine James, were my almost only role models of course even my one pet..pet Northerner rich woman....
wouldnt call me back in to do her mucking - entirely rebuilding her soil from scratch soon.... she agreed " god the soil here is extraordinary it looks loamy and rich but i have never known such MEAN soil...sums the whole place up"
Anyway.... as usual i bridge all of them even if i like NO Lowlander (i think the legal warrior babe has to qualify as Highlander due actually doing what she says..)
so among all the whole grift all over the place all they can do is persona spin themselves.. in the loneliest unconnected place i have ever known
ahh yes we shall come to her in a bit
Ahhh i so so enjoyed meeting the Irishes ...THEY alone have inspired me of late well first equal with the Thomasinas...
and how weird that Michael K was hidden in here i didnt notice several good looks through
ahh yes and my new sort of friend well... Best lesbian jokes ever
Never mind a REAL one who uses her alure to entice herself a foreign passport...
(" you tell wifey syvlie that Magdalena the Spaniard sorted me out when i was about 25 and demanded nicely that i slowly and sensually looked after her whole bodily bits.... and you gotta watch it with these English even fabulous Northern ones ... that they mean it theyre thinking ALWAYS of the others pleasuretoo.... but if you REALLY love her you'll get her to take her pension early and scarper forever back to Spaniard sanity ")
anyway 'hope' i dont understand - i go out of my way to be hated and feared and derided even if i must be 100% stealthy
And i assumed that even a sort of Northernish joke about being on strike she would have taken literally in the only one dimension they can exist in down Southern Lowlands even faking higher lands..
and she put me CENTRE stage
i dont get it
ive been elevated to centre stage pushing out the various,
'rewild your womb with ..'
..well they all have those kinds of names of course
'shing' out ....among all the come and plenish yourself with loadsa Botty stuff but better as we are 'feminine' and all that WHICH TOOK OVER THE MARCHES - the real Hinterlands, from 15ish years ago all i am interested in chronicling them...
And destroyed the only one woman i liked in 2020...
when shetoo thought she better adopt it as business model...
One week shes making every great joke about how shes pondering revving up her broomstick based in Slad (LAurie's gaff of course where he wrote the superb Two Women ) and zooming over for that Xmas
the next month shes literally having full on permanent breakdown after being VERY tested by me some months even if from afar
cos she goes and sets self up as
"womens ethical super networked smiley new paradigm saviour of the universe financial cons...oops i was going to write consultant... 'loving community facilitator'..." and they tore her to shreds..her facilitated ones
( A JUDGE - senior... THE big Cruella bossbabe of the hunt ... and The Christian did say in writing she would redeem herself of her sins lieing she wanted continuance in this life on her land)
Dooneshire is 100% suburb
Anyway i now feel sorry for the Chrets in that Mister Prayer for the day today has managed merged their Vudu with Eckheartian Now...
THE PERFECT EXCUSE for never ever ever caring about even the next moment or the bugs that on page 2 "HE" says are his gift to them...
... when i will be starving as this best ever summer
drought, means my phone stopped even ringing occasionally
but i wouldnt have it any other way
Ahahh copyright me just came... Mister Pandy
or as he wishes to be thought of UNThatch ...
Now.... there was superb culture from the North Sillitoe... Barstow i think..
Then of course Mister thingumy no battery... Friday Night Saturday Morning... No that was Sillitoe
Who would make such superb word pictures and even plays for today all that...about the Northern man in his shiny Jag...
Man of The People
Who was..... ALWAYS.... venal dodgy secretive warped rather weird kind of mummy's boy underneath the vile pungent aftershave pinched from Harrods to cover up the whiff of chipfat and fine useful ferret crap on his patent boot soles...and ...
and yet again before i even check if all photod SUPERfast handwritten pages (all i ever do is Utterly ultra fast on the hoof no aforethought except 35 years knowing what needed to be 'said' and its kairos time ) are even here in order as that takes more battery than ....i have
as even the seemingly fine ish mind of your thirty year NHS frontliner can't actually believe any words said " cos of you ... no grudges but the cause and effect is so so many 'moments' wasted... i thought you were an actual ally who ...etc"
Anyway... the latest today offering god the whole lot of (richer) them... and their persona "we must have hermitude [fake] to plenish our poor hurt souls....[when as the world record holder, actually worse than Malkinson who got out after 17 years wrongly held after dodgy coppers fitted him up...of a life sentence fucked by vile slithery objects like ones own lost Conran addicted family who 40 years ago i sanely orphaned myself from actively ... even sort of nicely... i knew by twenty years ago.... subtly head down not wanting to even WASTE ANY BROKEN CHINA ON ANYONE EVER, bullwise... ...as i have never met ANYone in Uk worth challenging via saying what needs to be said, to them.... for their own good...] actual therapy is taking on the mad baddies.. bit by bit..never hiding unless it is necessary due no back protection nor any money to get the bus home if someone plays nasty legal games...
(nice little section at the end on real Britain Pandy
clad PAntists will only perpetuate as theyre their mates
especially Lisa Nandy
with her "Wigan now has an expensive sensory centre for the poor endless rivers of victims we pander to pantin
for our patronage
in my Wigan"
FAKE LANYARD CLAD VILE CHARITY CASH GRABBIN 'CHILD' sadness specialists, who fake ever ever ever actually ever DOing anything other than use estranged kids as their latest begging bowl cash cow... via the BBC no less)
And also learning from the GREAT culture of Reginald Iolanthe ten times better than any wonky dadaists...
that his performative art empire of Grot...
The last great real artistic and philosophical statement
He wanted to fail as he saw through ALL the swampmud...
well....who knows he tried to failed and failed,
and it worked.
But working never works either
when crap like a young lost user boy gets to nuumber six in the charts
(Ahhhahh of the MANy fakes did he steal his most famous line from a fairly good adaptation thisteraft of They Shoot Horses... ? the nuthin to lose one...
ohh yes.... sanctuary.. i only need sanctuary from places in Swestershire where this is their default fake persona ... Winterings... ehh H is For HAwk..
all this made up self pitying crap
That RIULES the whole section of society that has the lanyards or even more important has the ear of the ones who write social policy for the layard wearer
(one came by today bloke 60s all energetic after a good 'meditation' session ... all the right aristo hipster ajacent look loudly " i love the project Im IN LOVE [sic] with the project.. we will get grants for it... " )
and then fascinated by the language their ukltra spin as if we hadnt learned from Mister spin moderniser himself Tony and Alistair... (and his 'depression' - you get from fucked up confusing values and influences)
Anywya i have zero interest in ANY British private school boy-girl infested county .. as 50 years ago i saw through all of them as often dying younger than the mean value
having no value to anyone ever
and their parents often drive each other to drink, doin' a self-inflicted dead parrot... and in fact so often do die younger than their time as well...
But you can't say that to them.." i actually empathise for you..."
ok backwards now
even into a private schoolboy admitting just that in public i capture many small snippets of your absurdist zeitgeist that hasnt a hope in hell of achieving any healing or any sanity
As The Mong - Littleuns mum, knows too...
and each bloody time i plug phone in to superfast get a photo out if i dont remember to unplug said phone as now it drains my laptop battery...
MY FAULT ONLY
i knew my early spring time and energy wateverthieves were sort of codependent the only label i allow as its usually true to some extent...
as are all of you..on this kind os smart-thinking rubbish that has so failed the REAL elite of their world create even more elite therapeutic approaches...
when the truth is that the "worlds leading neuroscientist" to quote many worldleading dickheads...and " worlds most popular thinking crumpit's meditation guide " often cannot even be BOTHERED to check his many spam emails for a correct link - one often sees this,
never mind understand that the Arab mind is just as much of a cultural construct has his lost mad one and Busbombing is not genetically inherited and thus needs forever action to keep em all in a concentration camp listening to Sam HArris meditation tapes to make em 'aware' which they never will attain as theyre genetically uncurable.... which is essentially his position since 7 oct..
just like UKs leading charity with so much charity cash for decades - all the staff just as useless as De Botts i bet many style their look on himtoo even if it used to be some fine women (trustees) in the 2000s who were quite ranty about the pricks who took all the money and cultural capital as saviours of children and never had the guts ever to DO anything real...
can't be bothered to get their links right either (fairly often)
likely as their offices are manned by cheap youngman labour whos dads never taught them to always trebble check just a letter before you send it..
I never have time to and thus some letters today had so many typos as i hadnt noticed that the crappy signal had meant the spell checker hadnt kept up with my necessarily ultrafast writing...
and fool me i never learned to touch type so have to look at my fingers..
which means i forget the underclass phone modem always disconnects after half an hour and if not UKTRA switche don i lose stuff..
which i havent done for years so i know my mind is best ever top of its game..
but nobody will ever play...
what is the only way
.. except The Mong and a ferkin Iti owns her ass...
He must be ok though the one who proves something
theyre not 100% up their own ..
addicted to Phoebe Waller Bridge's "anal sex" she attempted to make her seem vaguely interesting by including 7 times in her first series,,,
when grown ups know that dirty little habit - they seem to have popularised more than any other blue filmmakers, polluted the whole of Italy decades back
Anyway Both PArents Matter dont think their work matters enough to check their outbound either ..
i think i have most of my links accurately organised...
which is a miracle as the speed i have to write and create (and theres MUCH more than you see in both my sites its sort of kairos time..)
And i remember ALl... but i recently made an audio eco or you ruining your kids by not holding the lethally dodgy school teachers to account ...
and as i finished thought damn i missed an important point
kept it in head for a whikle but its disappeared lost in the void...
but i know..it will come back, soon
At which point next stage commences
And oft hinted at best ever screamy song, the architect his one he never even paid the screamer what a conman Roger Waters not surprising hios whole so called rhetoric a con to make only him look good on Israel pally..
spacedust everyone else spouts and you get even iller in the head
Anyway oft just hinted at best screamy song plus the odd reference to lead (99% of my words and imagery are 100% my own totally original and i couldnt do that before one gradually discovered even ones evil lost user of a mad celeb obsessed vampiric mother was a cheerleader in
i lie accidentally in that her vampirism wasnt obvious until a year after i started to let go...
so she never even created anything positive with the fancy well coiffured slime comin out of the side of her mouth....
anyway...
for some years it hurt....as (yet ANOTHER gently forwarded argument with some old bag today they will NOT allow you to say 'there is no hope' ...their fake hopemaking is how they avoid being bog cleaners at St trinnians i guess..
they trade on it whist doing nothing ever ever ever)
of course one would never have even a small hope of renting a dog kennel in their hopeless fake slightly upper middle class regions of only performative hope so as they keep their fake jobs in the lanyard sector rather than end up behind the till at Lidl..
But nowadays i just laugh along 100% with what was great art in its day...
(i think the sexy rather fine legged religious one fancies me actually the way she...notices me these days....last time EVER here..)
ooh and this is just today several days after i have given up bothering me to have anything to say on anything serious even if i have thousands of little piucs that prove acedia is too good a word for your worse-than-italy vile
little Aisle
Narturally the vilest Itis flocked to like flies on a discarded designer boot.. the blood of the anal Sardinian gang.... r*pe still fresh dribblin down its side..
what aa waste as some passing junky ate the other one assuming it was some fancy special pasta or it could have been recycled into being a useful pair for someone not caught up in their vile artless lack of any taste except babyfood like pasta..
(even here is infected with i heard the local hoodlums the other night looking all footy hoodlum getting bored of the footy ...actually saying "lets go back to his for fresh pasta we've just made ..." rather than be proper junkies like most of Italy was in the 80s... )
As there are a few great goodies. Who make the baddies seem so lonely and lost even if the majority...
The girl in the shop this eve:
" so what do you think about it ..i love it too..... so so QUIET them all at their tellies all eve..and not up til lunchtime.....but speak honestly i wont mind... what do you REALLY think about it....?"
"well..ehhm ok..no offence dont take any ... all my adult life 18 to 30 until i turned intoa saint.... i really rather only roamed mainly europe but other parts to ... .. now i will tell you s ad fact... and well i had a bit of a thing for exploring the women too....
or all the way up to the elite the elan........ and then even the older ones... 100% sexy Isabelle so sexy even seventy..and she KNOWS it... . and they are the best in the world as i told everyone i met in three years of provisional second ref informal streetcorner campaigning ... ok first equal with Spaniards... a 21 year old spanish taught me.. when i was five years older than her ... to... not just go beserk for her body the moment we got it on on my carpet one hot London afternoon... ...but she said NO stop iiiittt.... treat me like a sensual flower to be opened slowly and softly...that i am even if very very experienced .... and she was a right slapper from the other side of the tracks.. she was right though and no English had ever had the hummanity to even say what she liked.... so.... does that say who i may wish to win...
" but then yes ehh..i only went in to charge my laptop under cover as all the pubs and cafes here are SO SO stare-at-you its horrid... that evening i knew they would stare elsewhere...but not having seen a tv 20 years i could not believe the way the camera zoomed in high definition at endless people who were so well off they ere wasting many thousands on being at a stupid game.. but they were closeupping on one after the other grown women and men looking like they were 2 years old and had the worst tantrum ever ongoing.... i could not believe the total and utter grotesque of it..... and that also thats clearly what people are nowadays set to in their heads ...."
" god .. yes my hiubby goes out to watch it at the pub and comes back filled up with such totally weird fake emotion and i agree 100%...when i once saw it on telly i had exactly the same disgusted reaction.... "
"sorry i didnt mean to say anything suggesting you werent as perfect as a Frenchie by the way i hope you didnt take it personally... but i was taken aback at you asking me an older stranger such a wonderful question i went too far... sorry... now..but its not all weird sickness i guess.... that french lad from the slums.. i hear his story on the wireless sometimes..he.. black.. would have been dead of some rapsong by 18 i guess had he not become this true wonderful story...just latterday NApoleon but not such a loser or pumped up prick....
"..even i know his name KILLIKAN... and my awful father the world would have been better off really if he's been killed in Heysel or what was that one their still trying to get self pity for.. Hillsboro... all that money on fancy lawyers...that could have been used for youth clubs.. .... fuckin scousers always were utter con artists one and all....
" anyway... my heart is one place
"even if i only love one who doesnt even have a European passport... supposedly stateless... refugee to this hell hole... do try and leave one day...you are so young.... dont waste away here especially with fine bright eyes like yours..."
I never stop...
the 'message' but its time to add some meat to the bones.... as so so many wasted my time to now - even this year after one was told her fake words have consequences...even another sad mad nurse...
In fact it's the elderly REAL woman of The Moors yes my friend...
I just knew deep down that when eventually 'tested' she would say
"all the way now.."
And indeed support - moral support no more bullshit, the magnificent woman whom..
(" i could tell within 20 seconds of our random encounter sorting out the free bread your great idea why not stick it in the fridge... you have a supoer secure relationship with dad...who provides the phone that hopefully Mis5 havent cottoned on to ...yet.... but your name isn't appearing on MY material I did promise The Serb i had stopped all my 'causes'... cos her stupid Vudu 'astrology' told me off via it... anyway .. a secure dad-adjacent babe is always more at ease, balanced super esteemed the real version not the little bird in the oncoming juggernaut headlights... solid core....sad but true ... and well your messages now prove i was right... ")
I know...is the ONE ... ("no we don't have any great role models to look up to dad..")
and....needs bringing to life fully in a poetical way...
Even officially supported (for ANTI evil injustice reasons) in person by a certain recently deceased manky old virginal parrot... who one simply is not ALLOWED to even refer to in public around here...
even prefixing " i would not wish The Big Orange a bad cold even if he nukes all of Iran..." nope they cannot ever ever ever listen (see recent on hill videos that arent finished yet )
They - and these are the educated private school girls who grew very up and old and manky but forgot to grow up ....
Kept to that other site on this page as she will... take me over... adopt me as i was only treading water 20 years of wankers...
and this is the REAl version that's the t'was meant to be fun and more REAL version... i shall die of and by if something doesnnt work soon...
Anyway all that was for her...and her presently lost 6.5 year old lassie.... even she won't be named i need to remain quarantined...
...obviously or maybe it isn't flies are merely a marker in that they are nosey and buzz about obviously when most other insects do it all rather more humbly and there are hardly any of them left either..
loads more to upload from the last few weeks
and its the little ones that are more interesting
and all sorts of fill in bits of audio LOADS to do this one today on the other site even if theyre both on the only topic that matters
audio file called brief roundup 18 july 2026 (just in passing - what i do much of the time)
i bet the nazi trust spray that too with officially carcinogenic (the paper having been withdrawn which never happens in New England Journal of toxicology if memory serves, oops googled it is ,medicine. same thing .. that was withdrawn after 20ish years being used as THE legal precedent' bulletproof defence against lawsuit. as it is no longer considered safe as a science, never mind bee murdering Roundup
never mind they hosted the Extinction Rebellion stall in the 'farmers market' )
Kennel Wood where he and his missus (Harley clan) bulldozed alive badger cubs 2020 ...(as my recorder recorded in my top pocket him admitting and squirming...and i have a giggabyte or two of film of the deeds..) ..when they thought nobody would notice ...
with all the hysteria..
audio
Who murdered the Flintsham pool Otters? The "I dance with otters" girl.
And if you don't listen to it (will be in substack soon) i hope you have a ward bossnurse when you are seriously ill in the Countess of Chester or then old folks home senior matron like her...
And if Charlie the farmer who owns flintsham ever saw this he would send the boys out...even down here
Now if i had the time and space i could turn that into a beautiful little HE Batesian poignant quiet wistful novella..of reality
Getting revenge for Douglas despite being a private schoolboy, taking the piss out of it...
Anyway in Hell or i forgot my latest name for it, certainly not St Trinnians even if they all went as not one can laugh at ALL of themselves (the senior teacher wildbabe of HER Moors agrees)
now there's bloody TWO of them...
AS i accidentally lie about having no friends here...
Cos in a way she didn't count...
we would just randomly meet in midwinter walking the lanes up high nobody else about ever and ..well... we would chat about them all going nuts... that's enough.
And now they are to be comps...
aneras...with squiggly..
but NOT for me..i think she understood i know i test everyone unless its merely for a trouble 'n...
" nope dont look at it a whole page is enough but all the rest is detail ... i merely need you to help guide just a bit as she's 99% there already.... my next in line... aqnd as she is female and rather sexy in a well rogered way but organically - likely a bit of wild shaggin in the bracken too which is what a country upbringing is for... make you tick proof as its all in the mind and the mind needs merely more pressing things to loose itself in...
...anyway.... my daughter.... my real true inheritor.... almost a fookin clone.... and you are the only one worthy of meeting her AND us going for a threesome together ..in step...as you alone will immediately see whats in her.... and you know exactly why ... the children need her.... as for so many years you were their teachertoo..."
Anyway jolly good show, but the opposite really as i really dislike where i have to be stuck in...
other than the nature even if that doesnt help either...
and need to escape!
plus its time to spill all the beans...even if they are in my audio for some time.
BIT MISSING! fix later
hmmm...half a gigabyte 20 minutes up here thats usable if i really do have to hide out them all on the MANhunt...
And of course she never even thought to get a cheap solar sent in...
i cant get one no address... that can be used officially there sometimes being hard to get ones when some mean 'Christian' Bishop who you put 100s of hours into wont even let a lost lady use hers for one Amazon parcel...
which does make Swestershire - almost every sq cewntimetre of it the molst thrilling place on the planet as it is without any doubt... the meanest..and i have lived all over
Even if in Private Schoolboy lands theres no hope..
As topless as me wandering the hills with his very expensive " deerhound"
" wow as you say... seventy six i wasnt even ten years from being born....a crazy long hot one endless days ... hahh hahh as you say....no hat no water bottle midday in red alert up here they wouldnt dare brainwashed theyll die even a short walk up the hill......its all just conditioning....then. out of nowhere true new passionate voices came.....startin with them Sexies ...... the ENERGY!... i agree the culture now is just awful..... lets hope its 'cyclical.'.."
"ehhhhmmm well its got worse lets hope thats before it gets better... that my gig... never off duty your part of the story too
not even a spare second to turn it right way round...
THE
END
as another dreadful ex private schooler choses Bobs Redemption song on the wireless to make him look good....when he wouldnt have the first idea of how to ...
be continued
in fact just how dodgya fake he was...
and i lived on his islands...
they all though him a sell out self goddifying pseud...
but of course Mister Monserat monetised himtoo
there was only one great rastaman who saw through all that confected fakery a whole way of life designed for only one causal effect...as they would privately say to me...
" brings the English girls in to our shacks ...and performative rasta beaches....like flies.... looking for only one thing... once weve got em to shut up about natural shampoo in the plants ...okrapoo... we can perform every morn and drag em in with... "
'English Harbour'... 1988
or 9
where the slave tables already were well and truly turned into someones 'advantage'
(well another semi miracle yest) who has a sense of humour " Helen Steel nearly killed herself as she didnt know how to break off and have jokes about those who wished her dead.. the judges.. "
she understands...
Hell needs to be fun too..... if you are to really ever have any smallest hope of reforming it
one flame at a time..
And 'twinflames' dont foorkin exist...
until at least youve earned alliance or companerasity... (blokes NEVER will be in this lost land - they are so so fractured and fearful its daft been there done that from 2016 attempting to get THEM to do what THEY have said they will...no hope... four or five of em so many hundreds of hours sepnt grooming emn to be what THEY said they wanted to do...against polluters polluting litt;le scumholes like Presteigne..or those who do injustice.. every one blew a fuse some after years.. and i only select those my ageish and roughly same cultural history...nope no hope..
and VERY closely mentoring half a dozen 20-30 year old freethinkers...
NO HOPE.. they all even the drug free the only ones i allow in... blow a fuse have breakdowns even my many year bestest young adoptee superb common (as in boy next door down the estate in hereford) young man who spouted best philosophy his single mum had sort of taught himtoo ... he cracked the net had done in even his head
..so it can only be f..)
Now..i really only ever'comment' once a year on anything at most.. (over last decade)
And there is NO hope....
unless everyone heard a rare good speaker i was listening to yesterday even if i have done it better somewhere in here..
as a society we dont seem to realise that if we 'love' or value someone... one of the greatest demonstrations of your love especially for and with a partner..
is to CHALLENGE them to be the best version of themselves..or just be a bit ehh... not quite so lost and arsey BECAUSE you strongly suspect they are better than what theyve been about ...
I retired from in UK no point ever as nobody actually gets that!
Even a Serb drowned in Tolle's toll Road...... on the way to Cormacs most nihilistic book ever (the road)
BUt this one...her.. there just may be hope...
bet she wipes my words of her 50% ok waffled words ... RELATIVE the most important word in this language: RELATIVE to the rest of the WAsteland inhabitants.. she is ok!
its GREAT to attempt to open up this taboo subject and i like her - far less than the normal confected empathy 99% of the rest splurge in all such matters, but i can reasonably claim to have the world record in 16 years of worst ever painful public estrangement and i think we need to be much more robust and frank on aspects of this and scream FAR louder - but intellectually robustly, and respectfully i think various commenters are awry. I wrote an audio essay today on website simon clayton and then numerals 2020. all one word and then the suffix most common
ajax to OCD scrub their hands of all that new leatherskin...
sweatin into their sweaty ones...
steering to nowhere...
via their satelite navs
that don't work
In my ex lanes...
Now... talking of ex's....
Even if her 'bubble' is the grand finale...
As it is all that it ever was...
Twenty years of to be Pastine 'gibbering'
Or the illusionistas...
(as a tribute band to the superb young lineman
who would have thought that the cheesiest one of them all is the one who just simply got it more perfectly than the rest of em put together...
yestermorn
who also gave me the info no ridiculous little PAndyman will ever UnThatch... "fourty years of neoliberalism"
" i saw you guys from early..i was just watching and enjoyed to see your early morning dance even if you must wear those simply horrid neons.... poor fellas ....but i really am impressed by your speedy almost tango teamwork..."
[ doin the COUNCIL'S lines... in the preheat...in the council fooking carpark..]
" yea we cant hang around... the microplastic lines... made of microplastic... we have to get out of here by nine... as theyll give us [the PFI created] a ....ticket..on both our waggons..."
" so you..only work on council work..for the council... but the council subcontracted parking Rita.... will relish harassing you with his ticket machine.... no no that's not possible it can't be that insane..."
born n bred but he hasn't a hope " my thing is sustainable small farming maybe one day i can afford one in the hills they stole...")
There isn't any point letting him down..
No hope
The academic of the rural Pandy 'places'....from her small city bubble, CANNOT allow it to be popped..
" luv.... oops your my elder ok you can take a bit of leg pull.... ehh i actually lived in your so called beloved green fookin paradise actually not in your vile sweatshop of a CArdiffian bubble.... wanna know why theres no hope for the small farm or even small habitat protectorate.... cos the land always dependided on one thing... even if you hate your neighbour or want to drag his toygirl up the hill into a cave... only by rural honour... mean what you say....could it ever just about thrive.. ' i will lend you my cowgirl to milk your bloody arsey cow that only she can appease with nice fiddle....ok in return i wont run you over with my tractor from years of envy you got a nice one... but you can borrow it back in return....'
"never mind from 20 years ago as i returned part time to the land well actually the 'land' the mermaid facile titittillator class refer to generally means a lot of fookin hard lonely work up in the hills rebuilding fences where you cant get machinery and all that... twenty years ago the first one ... Hilary and co.... would book you for an angoing job.... and it started...
" nope there was ALWAYS some reason for job-o-interuptus... or cancleed..
" twenty years ago it was 66ish percent could never mean what they said..... even if they never wriggled their way out of the BILL....
"by 2020 even around Presteigne up in the hills or the rich landlady RAchman LAnlordess... 90% cannot mean what they say booking you for ongoing work... and at least 50% fiddle with...
you clearly cut and simply agreed day labourer ... rate...
"that is why the poor man hasn't a hope....
of having no or few smallholdin' homesteady kinds of places left.... flies left or no
and why theres no hope for the environment as dont blame YAnkee venture cap for buying up even the second rate lands up in them Marches Hills...
... which is disastrous for the environment as smallholdings are usually better...
blame Mr and Missus..or even Mister and Mister there may be one of them....
... cos only a couple toleratin each other over time can make the smaller landspaces....work... which are better for the environment..over time
as every corporate bigjob is run by a snotty VC from london even in Titley ...
' we cant have that dirty old caravan here.. and clear up your shitty fly food while your at it.... '
... and the mermaid facile itteration of the latest landlasses have utterly NO idea of ...
well the simple truth is they always deep down need to reserve the RIGHT to pivot back into the arms of Rupert or Matt up from the VC city...
as he is the only one who will be able to sustainably...
feed her capuccino or Biba habit....
or get her the fuck out of here to the NZ bunker when the chem trails she brainwashes everyone are there...
retoxify her back garden in the hills.... "
anyway where was i Utterly time wasted no hope of even getting up one giggabyte of the last three ....
Even awaking five am ...
Thats the countryside for you...
she is in charge!
And flies (she agrees the only local sane one) ... are just an indicator species for everything else...too...
now if you wanted to be ' connected' and love your child in propper nature . at the same time
up in the hills of The Black Mountains Craswall from 04 .... but aside no neighbour 2 km....
and create a perfect Bright Water meets My Family and Other Animals existence for your kid on no money
you had to get the fuck up at dawn just to send an email... with the trickle of signal, usually there at 5 or 6.... gone by seven....
And what a truly wonderful rest of life habit and reset ..
She named herself yesterday... the true Gladiatress..
"marmite"
Ma might.....
Marmy
the opposite of smarmy... what an interesting turn up for the books
and she has written a fewtoo
" i am marmite to most some hate some not"
" me i dont care if everyone hated me its irrelevant when you properly love your kid no matter what... sees you through their sticky stuff i love too. "
plus in the can yesteraft in the can ive got the best lines yet as to how to..... persist ..
Now...a month ago, thing is.... only ONE has actually 'inspired' me thus far
If only the rest knew: get to eighty, meet a tramp in the car park as you are panting in the sun and he moseys up to pinch your handbag as he sees you bowed over your open bonnet and seemingly fainting in warm-wave number 1 ......
And she, alone, gives as good as she gets
And gives the full truth without any " ohh we must have ...hope..." bullshit.
"hopemaking" their latest poncey ponceifying on the wireless - straight out of toxic Totnes on very toxic Dart
via Goldsmiths so called Art
...and even .... (TO BE CONT)
"there is NONE! mister"
But as i always tell the folk, I am a ridiculous optimist....
They can't believe as theyre stuck in negativity about everyone except themselves as someone told them they were beautiful souls...
... to make their souls behind their lanyards, less ugly
nope
You have to earn it... by sharpening your battleaxe... weekly at least.
And then you get to be the only happy old one left
No male man ever whets my stone....it is impossible in UK. So ferkoff and get tattooed "we lost; it was the German's fault" - i have a film half made about how even Germans can still properly laugh at THEMselves..
When there's always something in any English that they think is beyond laughter.. especially if Mermaid Pixie RULING class
And that (in socratic discourse one way)
the other day was where i got to...
" all Europeans know that all of us is up for gags....
" The mermaid pixie facile titilators fake their laughing smiles.... so be it; but they don't fake that there is of course some small part of their soul/grift/workshop business/ dance classes / that is above ever being laughed at, or even with..."
And that... is The definition of, why...
And she the old panter is the only one i have ever met who indeed knew thistoo... every smallest and largest thing about her and us all, must be up for laughs...
or at least self deprecation
If only the rest of them could learn from ...her
I do hope she hasn't died yet....
And as for only women have the voice... bloke leaves his old van cobwebbed its assumed you're a serial killer..
woman... she was so funny, she relishes every spider " my old banger is a nature repository...hahh hahh im doing my BIT.... every even mite matters the way the xenobiotics are chasing em all to death...ohh yes and i agree every mollecule of detergent will knock out some poor useful bacteria in the prime of its short life..."
Not that i need ANY new info as i have so much from twenty years especially the last 10 to leave out of the fridge i don't have and let it fester into healthy supplemental nourishment for even the lostest facile one..if i can fully dive into my chronicles so as to at least have some FUN evidential trail of whatever snails leave behind as they crawl along in their cosy shells...
(ESPECIALLY now I've found her*, no it wasn't the "universe" ..we EARNED that random encounter at the fridge...)
Not a once every six months overpriced pint of real ale...
But i had no idea why they made such a racket (very rarely passing by somewhere where they may have their silly game on a television - which i haven't seen for years... ) ...exactly what the occasional ROAR is for:
SO as to indicate to the 95% who are sat or stood head down in their phones all through the match theyve probably been only talking about all week.... when to look up momentarily at the big underclass screen they came to watch.. if something actually happens
I simply had no idea it is this bad...
It's bad enough walking the hills and even in small towns near hills and especially posh ones EVERYone is on their small screens almost all the time in any weather (and i only live outdoors so its always outdoor phone-o-mania i notice - the differences between the classes being that lower or middle class places its all fingers continual fingering them.....and more upper class ex private school types its projecting ones latest arms deal or 'hospitality' business always in fact by voice very very loudly so everyone on their nice quiet walk in nature, knows how projectile twat you are...)
Now....
I still haven't finished the Scarlet or rather the fact that the GREAT lesbians
nobody knew were lesbian as they didn't nbeed to being their genius songs were all you ever needed on my record player on loop for days...
until they got older and fat and werent selling so many superb records so they started to 'campaign' that they were lesbians and needed lesbian clicks and be lesbian icons...
But i bet they couldnt get Scarlet to sell out to them no matter how much they panted....
(to be cont)
Anyway .... even if WITH Scarlet ...only because of Scarlet an actually greater than Ivry fiddlist...
only one entity has dared to attempt to beat the original and succeed... only because of Scarlet...i mean the first millisecond of the fiddle last spring on the beach i just knew and know nothing about musac ... " surely... that can only be one person..surely ...."
Anyway .... they should make her their goddess as ive never seen so many very very middle aged women and men in the Swest ...DEMANDING that they can still sing songs with ANY emotion or REAL realness cos theyre too UNspirited and stupid and irrelevent decades ago....
.... And wow courtesy of THE MOTH.... what a true genius and chronicler of the greatest viscious spittery of all time...
(wait til i tell her the miracle she is... " well i can beat you playin with tghem big judges lass..... i got a line from Idiot Wind in my 2010 indictment..... it was actually in the official docs page 1........... you have to PLAY with them even when theyve got your pubes in the pencil sharpener only Rachel Kushner would get that..... ".. and she's got a free socket outdoors.....)
anyway thats all just a fun things but ....
Flies...
Even come the bloodies saddle.... not that many of them are still mentrual round
ear
There are none....left.....
And i wasnt planning to prove it but my real insoiration, That Mong,..
Well they wont be buzzin round little olive either.... unless.....
parts 13ish to 30 ish next battery cycle sometime
* Right... to do later ... about 2008 on the BBC wireless " Esti and dad so what is the court system like ... " .." its like this Keith ..please hand me the cheat sheet sweetie ta... as Mr Adams wrote so berautiully in part 1 the page where he describes the Vogons... is what it's like encountering any legal system in the Uk... blahh blahh let me read out the page to you despite being a private schoolboy well there was one comical genius who did indeed sum it all up... [you have to make them laugh and i was never funny enough..until..]
