So, yesterday... "heritage" - in a long lived-in, travelogue, the one word said to me with 100% mind-clarity.

 And thus it needs to be celebrated

(even if the "silver lining"  rather more life affirming)

Even if it is just another one of them. Made of gold.

To be continued.

Now, oops then a few days ago there's a whole splurge in the pipeline...

 

Never mind this big job got up middle o' the night

And of course it gets titled 'silver lining' as in fact that's exactly what this has been a bout 

three dull years

but so many lil' bits to fill in soon

THE end no more new material until...

but they never do

How wonderful, not only am i not the only one doing real work and no time to de typo....

 but rahh rahh my email gets through their spam filters (of course most of the cult members of the Swest and back in the old country really don't like helpful VERY gentle hometruths - only for their real benefit,  and for years i bet half of them spam-bin you....)

 *

Never mind it being so wonderful to have a double-mammouth with a woman who nearly got lost to them - though i doubt it she seemed a great mind, so she needs to use it, too.... 

In agreement " most of it... [ ireckon at least 75% of Swestershire] is a lightweight for of cultiness...from Oracle...to NAria.... to wombyoga...and not forgetting womb hand knitted wrappery.... to what REALLY matters, real 'mindfulness' for the now OFFICALLY 25% of under 24s who really have been driven mad-sick by their mums jostix and crystals sprinkled on their cornflakes which is an OBVIOUS gonzo-skit upon all this 'if we manifest it it will come true' utter pestilence that is EVERYwhere.... and fails and does so much damage as is apparent in theior poor children who have no idea what on earth one should make of....simply maturing through the various deathcamps, be they in Jonestown, or the local builder who says he will take them on tomorrow as apprentice ... and then never answers their texts saying "what time do you want me to start today.."

As even happened to me... this spring - but as i told her i ADORE every madness as theres a certain kind of energy-bounce you get as long as you never take it to heart...indeed sadly know that BPD is far far more prevelent than even Meghan Daum's intellectual woman academic  mate suggested..

And (upcoming - good ll time on all tghis big upload later fro on hos so much of psych is PART of the problem and now we rea what they sowed... so stupidly, as even i worked out 30 years ago and i am thick)...

It won't get better until someone remedies all the sick-making remedies they're all so so so fanatically stuck at....at

meaning take them and figure how to then make them and make a pot

which is little more than a good old fashioned Ponzi scheme ....but nobody will ever say - all that needs saying

But artfully and gracefully as the stick never worked...

Only the funnies, did.... (And she laughed as we got to the very roots of the whole great big... cult-lite of so much of it, all...)

Right full time on this all, between long walks...big upload later

made before.

On what really is the unculty way to have smiley eyes....despite them...no money needed .... nor ANY 'hope' 

* - bet she's hiding in the jungle! ... thing is one thing i know for sure is fixing a spiritual zealot...(especially now the 'middle class' are getting so so many ADHD / autism disability payments as theyre cleverer at that grift, too...officially so says the new data.....

.... is almost impossible  as they have SO much free time to just KNOW that Mister Eisentein (made my last apprentice actually have a fuseblow when i sat her down to watch him so as to KNOW THE ENEMY - of our childrens' generation...

... it was very funny but serious.... he could have sent her over the cliff he is so good...at the grift

and her Oracleship, are perfect beings and i bet like all voodoo nutjobs he was so useless at his job he dint quite get all his fellow travellers on the loony plane to nowhere and there may well be a few left!

Full references and credits later. I still have some from 2 years ago to fill in...i know exactly what bits are missing and....why....

MAIN reference Houellebecq wrote Atomised about the new culty lot  - so superbly, quite a few years ago....and clearly nobody read it but me

And he was right. Except the cu;lt-lite version is in fact far more insidious - they dont do mass self-Dead-Parroting, they subtly live on to spread it all over ....and they even kindof i guess, got...her...

(PERFECT messaging 

And we need her....

 how to actually " get over" childbirth....and make sure both parties sleep like a log

So.....old Pablo......

 so, so-seemingly but never seemingly, havin' even more time wasted by them arties...

Shame, they'll miss the parties....

oops i was in 'heritage' ... but i didn't quite have the key to that hairy old chestnut.

I do....now....

But there's a queue... there's a .....no NOT YET!

Time, sequence, kairos (all of Eccles trois in one word)

But as PAulo said 

(has that stupid AI 'awakened' up 'nuf ferk yet to answer a simple question: when you've actually read some good books, cunt...like my five already part written all online,  and scattered to the winds like their Mossy Crows.... [ain't finished with them yet, can be 'named' as they take public dosh..] maybe you'll have figured by now what was the  only great thing Mister Neruda said..?  

" ehh 'thinking' [alone that should be banned as word it supposedly uses, fakes...] “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”"

"nope cunt.... shut the fuckup I mean Mister Lake got ten times further with his ' i'll write i love you on the slate' they're  dark and look even darker counterpoised against white love letters scrawled  in chalk......

" anyway in a NON gendered way - utterly universal, with his nowadays bowdlerised outtaken  'divine and universal whore' you can't get more lovesong than that....

"anyway i wasn't askin' about 'love', them frogs know you just do it and don't overthink it.....  indeed hardly ever speak of it just do it..... 

" i mean Isabelle.... The Hup....she 'let go' seemingly all the way in her magnificent Elle...and at almost seventy a divinely universal  divinely desirable one....not for sale. right one last try and you'rte sacked even if you know something about this one identity.... it doesn't use you other than to quicken things i already know and get quotes out for the meanest travelogue readers in history....to put here"

"AI Overview

There is no widely recognized historical or literary record of a famous person saying, 'A conversation does not begin until we have been speaking an hour.' " 

" god you are thick....  go and toss yesrself into their polluted seas tossin' off to their Oracle Lass.....  because even i  - so many distractions by the times wasters a decade or longer you silly bit of silicone.... know that it was the wisest thing almost anyone ever said.... and 99.9% of them so busy bods these parts...really hate me quoting it to them, nicely...like, all politely.... if i ever did want one to run away crying, that's how you cause that effect..... well' if you said it angrily.... as if an accusation.. they all assume ! in their tyrannical overwhelm of... [i mustn't pinch her words as they are hers and she MUST start to spit em out....and i know how...] ......"

So, was a 'mammoth' defined as a bout three hours those evenings three and a half years ago....of course it was and i recall every second....as one should to honour any fine mind. 

But a double mammoth, and that one for certain the gift that should be shared with all them other Stuckerites.... as phase one.

Of what long long was always the 'plan'. But it takes two to tango... especially as no one wants to look at a bloke all twirl any more... and fair dinkum i ain't got no chip.... efficiency,  even if we must 'empathy' requires one uses the most efficient tool at hand.... As one thing i do know for sure, absolutely nobody else even starts with the facts: at least 99% bloody stuck...

Now... a real America living Eckeart now whom should be tied up to that Oracle babe and made to paddle by the sewer outflow

At Portloe...

As at least one knows....all of them a 'distraction' from even " along to the next council planning meeting if we care we must go"

Agghhhhh having been so wonderfully distracted from closing time -  at my best placed free afternoon socket, no time to even part yesterwrite it...up any of it

 

... never mind still the old batteries work in the Boostaroo as in a life of nothing ever, nowhere.... too damn much happens, to even remember to order some new....

And on it goes..... as only one Yank can sum up this 'moment' a goodun....

Ok it's so simple...as i said, rather too often ..... 

"TWENNY FUCKIN YEARS..ive been searching for a good example.... a role model [ the tears are actually wellin' up..] just one sane non spastic[which im allowed to say as my muvva such a one of them i mustv been about a  ranty working class moan away from her gobbling a bottle of the thalidomide if she could stop weeping long enough to dial the doctors number..]  unreatarded truly LET go voice....  it was impossible...

"them Oracles ate the thalidomide so long ago and their whole pointy finger they never point but their whole gig is a stuck up one  - into only your bank app prodding for ANY password, that may con their way in ..... that's so amateur it of course don't work.....

" and the one place you never ever look and usually turn off the moment one hears one of them.... from the land of germophobes"

So there i am to spite my thousands of user reader/browsers....  just cos i can.... proving no matter how mean and uneducable every single ones who ain't a botizzz....  a rfare up at 2am so as to load a bigjob...  

saves battery-time  when the rest of em are in bed.... 

and on comes.... germophobe.tv is taking over, 

poor old CNN and whater is the latest bourgeoisconstruuct

Mon-o-tv.... (if she knew what TRUST that is i never told anyone that one before)

I mean who would know this sublimest twenty first  century 

could provide such divinest comedy

(they'll all be saying "in times like these" 

at their death bed, in Buddahland

her handing her camera to their 'high preist'

"pretty please... just one, its a point and press

of the two of us, her  painted on ashram smile, 

her last facial twitch, as serene  as her  jostic smellin' dress.." 

" sorry cannot do, ,  i cant touch what a woman, has..."  ) 

When the Germo-in-Chief a while pestilent neurotic infantilised no real-men

so called nation, haven't even part matched the tonnage over Laos

nor tried to silence the North Korean Mouse..

(anyone finding their way there even later eighties saw the lift signage

even more neuro-controlly,  

than the compulsory Swerstern 'new age'

womb-wrappery)

Anyway with not as much battery as planned

Even to go back, yest and fix a few typos or broken links

Never mind start to write up - NONgeolocationarily, as all i ever do is universally, 

meander among the swamps...

Of the stuck, almost  entirely,

not the case speaking with fine Europeans

Anyway sat down yesteraft

notebook out quick few sentences already scrawled

just about to try and distill into about one paragraph maybe two

All you ever need to know, on why 'let go'

One smallest thing, simplified, true fact

One 'moment' even if one of so many times

Sundayaft, knowing that there's simply no way i can keep to plan A

yet another day

wasted, so as to just about maintain the status quo

only for my meanie travelogue readers dont you know

And another cliff edge (the non-adrenalin variety - the slow burn slow trundle towards it, only way is down)

And one smallest reprieve of half a day

pay

Here's the thing now i can communicate

even if humanity, i reckon it's too late

unless someone else can launch an anti-germophobe

probe and get into their  shortened curcuits...

But i still hestitate

On just one para, pon what is only ever impossible

non 'rapturous',  non mania, un'energy' ferkin zenny

'fate', happenstance

All words as screechy as an unoiled gate

It is a mx of yes 'flow' but loadsa bounce, there we go

just there we go.....

when you for sure, know

youtoo stuck.... 

dont really give a fuck

but it's boring not to be able to finish the job

.....and then along comes some sweet smellin' olive oil

(later in the day)

and smiles, your way...

In fact allegory: merely

those blackberries a few weeks thister aug

a few weeks earlier than any usual Aug

Especially as almost all them hillocks just for me

the rest too pantin' to even find their compulsory sunhats

or brolly...

what an unkown-before explosion

of all of nature, that ever was, even here

no need to jetset to mangoland, or off to some other Tangerines... (that film still the best)

pure..a  real one Oracle would only dream of,  satisfied, contented bounce

you can only have that once!

WRONG....! you never can know what you can have, even this later stage

(poor Esther i suspect her late stage rage, is rather staged...i did write in ;ast week and offer, yes, to drive)

Anyway.... now.... up a few hours when all the rest were asleep...

Only in fact cos ... there's facile tittilators...

(as discovered this most splendid almost best ever, certainly best ever word-salad,  summer - no work, what a bummer, do something else instead)

and just a rare maybe one day facilitator

guide...."sharer"

Not that anyone ever has the guts to follow on....

But the meaning of life is always act as if the 100% obvious next stage will be

mutually

so there you are up at two.... loading a three gigger

just for you....

and now ive never heard the word Zamosc in public, any platform

That one i shall have to come back to.

Too much to do.

Even if that one made me really really hearfelt, something...

Never mind at last even if a bit sourpuss a sanest Pole

Anyway lets go back to that simply now second best one ever

(oops havent finished yet silly rockstar part two... ahh it'll spoil the flow if i miss it out ... leading up to her opposite...but there you go the maybe-fairies they know whats what, in ones sick mind, the exact travelogue sequence often written half the day

for no other reason that not only i can, but like to, ive no idea what it may or may not do for you)

Anyway even if i was certainly too young, nevertheless  seven or eight years later, maybe 1983

Yeahh all those arty farty punks well fine and all successfully revolutionary

And all those PURE folkie girls my main Hammy Odeon fayre

chief amongstresses Them Roches and Empres Baez' flowery dress...

But what's the honest truth, of all of it

Never mind of dozens briefly or not so briefly met

And NEVER EVER sought, just tolerated, and always ignored

Every single musician a vile egomaniac and the thing thats worse, 

think they are educated, having read a few bad books, in the tour bus

Bet theyre still on yesterdays now utterly descridited last years physics

Except one.... just a few weeks before he died....

(The Mong, who couldnt hide)

THE only ever musical GENTLEMAN,  and mind...

Now....back then i wouldnt have known Gary Moore

 if he had chucked up his chips all over my bedroom door

and  knew never ever even watch MTV

never mind any music documentary

(my ex schoolchums all Gazza he's the only one and all that claptrap

of superfan aficionado.. they sold out to deliveroo avacado

i bettoo)

all that matters is the life force and authenticity

at any one point in the universal uncertainty

But one thing you do know for one hundred percent sure

is some germophobe hairdresser addict

flouncin HERE from that safely several thousand mile away

even more polluted shore...

Sorry, NO WAY....  not ever, how dare

he think he could ever  equal  that Mister Moore

fuck off and flounce to Freebird land

And take back home those overmedicated locks

Every single element of their performative element

over cooked, thought, and never any real flow

So off to Hammy a few of us go...

About fifteen or twenty seats back from front row

Indeed i guess accidentally, where the sound was best

In short once and once only was any yank

out of his depth, unrehearsable, the homecrowd

will surely have sank - drowned in his hairspray

and the crowd all at bay

imposter sindrome.....

fuck off back home.....

Until, every single sweaty young bloke

Never mind, whoever they may have pretended was along for a...

afterwards wandered out of there, Odeon....

" he did it... he made it, he made the whole damn show

Scott and his new axe,  perfect transnational harmony

... but i wonder how many cans it took to keep it just quite so perfect  flouncey 'flow'...

hahh hahhh... funny old world there we go 

Now..it is impossible a yank could truly let go

un-germo-phobialy.....

 But at about quarter to 3..

she even said 

" ehhh ...blaming it all on some cult or some spiritualist Oracle Girl [Jenny come lately]  progenitorial nutjobbery...

NO...no...i do NOT... Moronic Mister Jones, well.... just another loser who my sister should have lost rather than follow..... .....blaming cultishness....  that takes away from HUMAN AUTONOMY....."

At ;last..... there is one...a worthy woman

 (men having all lost every bitt of slunk to all that conspiracy theory funk...)

As SUPREME ferrety champion

no fuckin script, ferritin out a worthy truth

Her own real mind....

Which was as impossible as ... a fine one all to myself... for two mammouths

I hope she didnt mind

(TO BE CONT - now i know i must)