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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as noted here a few weeks ago i remember every loose end for 3 years even a word that created itself 2 ish ago here nuthin to do with me it was perfect
she has been told i am honna go and prey for NO rain on tuesday unless she does what ordered watches KLa Grande Bezzler.
AND goes and flicks through the local copy of Dave
whom i can better just from the real life version ongoing ten years
anyway less of herrr...
shes fine she has her so called god to cuddle up with and usher on a far earlier than need be
death
and paid double the going rate unasked
and thus was refunded ...via more work free this time
one of them, low maintenance.. a fine list one destroyed by a Yank and her drugs ..
One if them Invaders, married a Whitehall medical supremo con artist ..
and they semi retire to kington- on- dead-arrow...
where apart from going Into the grab the community cash business with her lanyard
for her ' community' projects.. makes a fine young project her new project ( even if i introduced em fool i was )
and within three months and i know she paddled her evil Prozac downstream as well as pissing it out into the stream.. passed it on to the younger
one
my sort of adopted lass...
six months on
" well ..at least they let me use the piano in the whacky ward and belt, him.... out .. with my supreme voice... absolutely top of it ..
" and i had the whole ward bouncin to it as good as in that vid...
"
i hold only one person 100 % responsible for..
( ohh yes senior so called 'green')
especially the aftermath years on sadly stronger drugs than her gateway she i know pushed upon
the one innocent one
yes so she knew i could roll naked in a big patch of nettles for a minute or two..
which of course if i were doing so to highlight the need to leave them be
as moth creches best bang for buck
birdfood
would be an ethical way to get a million views just like that
i have pondered many a moment these several years
but that' cheating
real art is to bore you to tears
and still you keep returning
like a typical English private schooled type
can only get it on..or off
via subtle self inflicted inability to have a nice normal time
unless someone's got you by your windpipe
reading nursery rhymes
mummy too busy at her Laura Ashlea sale
to bother telling nanny not to go down to the dungeon
and kiddy fiddle
now why am i boring myself pandering to a brainless herd of mere bots
oh yes .. i need more!
tel your friendly neighbourhood robots
lets put it this way...
i havent started yet...
golly gosh the 'tragic' little rat had a gig once ..not too long before he decided to supply false allegations about his own pharmacological drug consumption for his own mental illness...
but sadly theyre all tragically forgotten
except the Italian
mister smug
and as none of them have children to read their real stories
bummer .... of course no conscience
but one day
Count Leo
even if his last his best minus the last two pages
If only one of them would break ranks and tell tales
it would equal at least War and Peace
nuthin to do with me
them waring within them, only
ever
why ?
use the ultimate weapon on a man you haven't seen years
and quite obviously had serenely retreated into rural hermitude with such a wonderfully brought up young girl even bringing up other waifs and strays, too
as even Joachim Zadow said to me on the blower after 20 years
" we could see one thing for sure ..you were a great dad "
only in touch
due the devils seed being in touch this March
Anyway its the Italian needs the smile wiping from his face ... except the childless come maybe even forty
i cant actually seemy screen to see if i remembered to put them up here as i always sit in the sun rather than go to Portugal to find Bob's ancestry and hairytage..
but only two babes get the audio that goes with it...
RIGHT BACK about ten days theres me working away as usual not a moment to think just switch on and type...
and i get rather interrupted by real life...
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when he could afford his own fleet of learjets for the daily school run...
Never mind a fairly rubbish so called kids book, about some loser lost in space...
without much REAL 'philosophy' to share... he almost takes the Winn prize, as having been 'there' - for several years night after night - lonely up above fierce mountains in a death trap (owned by Foyles Books' dead owner - him shagging around, too; and so meanly maintained it may plumet at any moment )
Antoine just didn't 'get' the totality of being nowhere in reality anywhere at 4am over even English hills you're on your own and every smallest change in motor rhythm you know is a dance with death not even worth writing down in your notepad as you simply cannot sum up having everything to live for it so beautiful especially over Rothbury and the cheviots but at the same time you are doing this silly thing nobody ever could relate to so theres no point caring if it blows you up.... or even the oldschool 'adf' needle has gone wonky and points you into a peaktop...
there is a state of being that I am not in the mood to exactly recreate in words but Antoine didn't get it either - too showman, too much for his book...
That really didnt leave one in the 'place' where actually doing the mail night after night in hostile territory, in does get you to.. in obviously 'inadequate' old private schoolboy's death trap...
maybe best put as " oops that engine sounds a bit rough, ohh well have another Serbian coffee and fag and try not to forget that if i empty the pissbottle out of the small storm window on the side, i just saw this dusk... it leaves a great big stain down the fuselage and its pretty obvious what it is... and its been there weeks, oops, of my turn on night duty...
Night Flight by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry review – The Little Prince for grownups
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Saint-Exupéry’s second novel recreates the spectacle and immense solitude of flying over the Andes, taking the reader to another world
just... is shit.
Give me a Michael K any day over the even slightly confected heroic missions...
Furthermore i hardly remember several years of endless dull nights trying to stay awake, compared with one, which even over thirty years later, every smallest ripple of real energy going through her gorgeous nose sat next to me as we meandered over the North Sea midwinter all fierce and wavey below.... just me and her... i wish i had my diary at hand the date maybe a year or so later than admittedly a fine rendition of their song...
PHOTOS TO ADD IN OF THE REAL DANCER...who bared her soul to me and my my how it hurt..
her
and me... as we were mid North sea...on the way to see him...
the look on her face she didnt even have to say... cunt has just married the Iman... yet he's porking me..
Anyway all this art and artists even if these ones think that using public money to show off their son's skirt collection
AND EVEN..(it hurts, to look) coopted a fine Serb into their pictorial grift....
created THE greatest book almost of all time without Melancholy Whores innit....or super stalky stuff as in his greatest Love and Cholera and other hysterias...
And even if they are too rude to say "thank you" for the so many book recommendations they still get and always will i bet quite a few become orders, as the richer Yummies i know how to target - at least 10 in the last week face to face...
As i say to them yummies " they did it with such genius... poking fun at dangerous two legs without really radicalising the yoof as only Miss Anne Thrope...... yet making it clear we really are to be feared and revolutionised...or at least write a book about it - the true version... "
indeed the whole million words since i set out to oddessay.. to ......err ..
a nuisance nuance of finest lament ....
for that eaten up by their fake saudade
even if not one
would know that ' untranslatable' word
or ....how the people of honour and corracaooohhhh
say,
as those finest portuguese told me ...
" you can fight to get it....back!!"
but they only focus on the line about err universally bein' a shrew....
anyway forget them shrewmakers
its definately better than that perfect summer fifty years back....
except one thing missin'
being country lads get randy in the heat
aggh i missed a bit...
i am working for an actual Portuguese wild hound
rescued from the forrest
( film in otherphone batteries dead merely to infotain my shrewlike meanie readers ..)
who is named after the above fake Bob ..
and is apparently as randy as me aprox the same age dog vs man
anweay the last perfect summer at least i had a truly randy one on heat as much as me to let me watch errr pantin all day
this one.... and whilst i can picture any even in my minds eye for kicks...
there is only one who i would never do that to ...
Never have never will.... and my second sight minds eye is perfect and evrn as good as their grock or whatever it is at getting blissy with them unclothed
( as can she
she saidto me
so that aint sexist or even
unfair.. especially all being fair in....
as Suzi is entertained with weekly...
and she would never dream of paying for hers.
at least she is honest ...knows who she is
Surrey girls ... probably fo think they can get blood out of the stones
of her flirting " look at me" well i did when she had stunning silvergrey hair as all her crew saw haw dropped
a true Odyssian love at first dight from 100m at the wild mines
her and her crew
and she loved every second of our perfect dance... in the sun nobody else existed ...except rightfully her looking 5 years younger as naycher intended
and me in duel with her... for her gorgeous onerrrr
all if their absurd poldark in one short scene
but of course when she got a real letter a few months of flirting later...
" heres a free superb eco film...you star in"
you get blanked
but she saw us a year ago and near fell of her primrose ill bike..
thing is though... her and BAFTA Mark Jenkin if thats is name
i have a film of fine locals espesh fishermen...
Pasty catchers
.sayin " their movie 100% fake made up pity piece... fake bafta Bait. . she portrayed us as sour old cunts.... well it takes one to know one.... but then in her case she didnt as she ran off to London faking some ' cornishness' merely yo get London jobs ..
and anyway if we had wanted to break the hand that fed us, buying our unused sheds n rottin boats ...we would have done a propper job ..."
" ahhh fine funny no nonsense no anger old salty dogman..i know you wont mind me publishing real film of real happy esteemed old fisherdogs..one day if i ever get nuf power...and them gibbers...."
" ehh lad you speak Pasty too...the real words not in their fake mythological version.... well i'll be..."
" them gibbers especially from Gidleigh one day will eat even more of my precious time...
" but whatever you do do NOT take your kids or grands to see her show at the cliffs ...
." i have on film for posterity... great scene her a bit actually drunk goin on stage at a children's show her centre stage a lit fag in her gob..... not called for in the script....looking 10 years older with her normal dark hairdye rather than the sexiest silver grey EVER she conned me with when i fell love at first sight not knowing who she was.. that day 9n 4he cliff in the sunshine .
" yea it tells us all, on loadsa taxpayer cash, how all your Oasty women and lasses have been, in all of Pasty history beaten abused generally duffed up or even sexycrimed ... and must be forever only pitied and treated as eternal victim...
" i suspect some of you actual effnix may have something to say about that too .....
" her profiting from made up misery ... i mean fair dinkum if you can con the BAFTA board thats good PR... but here in real Pastyshire and a few effnix left who may have just a bit o self respect... me i would hound em out of town.... her.junkytown up the road... "
to be cont so many films and other funstuff
i wanna bafta and deserve one...
i found the true Empresses, maybe 3 or 4... and nobody Impresses me...
and ferreted out so many from pseudeia.com its daft...and i haven't even been trying
and 8 have every vulnerable disadvantage and DSM compliant guaranteed loony bin entry requirement going..
i even rejected a movie star, when i saw her silverings....
Now... only a few who fraudulently take public money on matters eco, or rural "community" whist defrauding even their own poor lost mind into knowing they have some answers..
(THE NUMBER ONE ENVIRONMENTALLY POSITIVE Thing is a small farm run by a COUPLE - economically up to a few hundred acres must be wo/managed by a couple who share the same bedsheets as washing just one single sheet is not only sad lonely but per person not a good bang for your buck in a place every penny matters...
and it doesnt matter if they are furbies as over time Mr and Mrs Furby ARE more often than not decide to use less 'inputs' due their children's future, and sometimes like my true beloveds farmers-in-love despite being quitye old now - one can tell by their hiugs on their quad together in tandem... RAchel and Chris of LLAnigon up in the hills there declare full on nuclear war intelligently against the investment wankers who buy up the land to monoculture poor pheasants to shoot with their antique Purdeys...and then go and brag of in the Blue Boar in Hay ....)
of course The Greens can never say simple things like paiur up its good for the environment... as they merely profit from all the other pairs that . they pretend are victims or oppressed depressed...
..to be cont thats what my material is really about - simple - legal NAzis, like Shepherd of CAFCASS.. landladies... all of them in rural regions pick on the SINGLE people as their feeding frenzy as the singles dont have a Rachel to tell them to ferk off and pick on someone else to profit off with your lanyard...and it works
if they found a way to remain vaguely loving without any Tolle or MAte... or Watts pants... couples stand firm against the financialisation of large regions of even East powys as the bankers arent daft, some poor solo farmer like Adrian i knew quite well and his 400 acres..alone.. photoshoot 2022 to come... are lonely and sour and can be persuaded to sell to the bankers at less bucks than if a happy couple...)
....OR false admiration by loadsa clicks are named or even identified a Bit
but so much splendid plenishy stuff the last month after an even more lovely utter wasteland for nine...
i have to save time..
and this needs to be shared with Mrs hard hat....
and a horrid version of me he knew we are twins of artful minor sedition, so this wasnt even meant for any other person ..but all the fake peeps wasting time i havent time to edit MYself to look sweet AND ONLY POSITIVE VIBES AND ALL cHARLES eISENSTEIN SMILEY ALWAYS...AS sIOUXSI HAD PREDICTED... OOPS ACCIDENTAL CAP FIX LATER
but thats a quick later version, set up here for another fake artist who pretended she wished material and guidance ...
the far better version was at least a year before ..as soon as i met peterjachapman.com
The MAster... of great gags that are about him pretending to not know hetoo is a genius...
you wanna hear what he said about Foulmouth so called university..he mentors at.
you can one day - i am never off chronicling duty
even if it must stop no new fairly ok encounters i just have to collect together a few of them to prove to her that all the other 99.9999% are truly HAppy House mad.. and she got the wrong banana boat out of Srajevo....
(AS EVEN HERRR... 20+ years in S Africa agreed, " your SAfrican mate he made a mistake coming here ... 25ish years ago... ")
But it will take time but far less time if i had one stable socket in a quiet place.. AND SOME MONEY...AND OF COURSE WHEN AS USUAL ONE RUNS OUT OF ONES LAST DIME..THATS WHEN THE FAIRIES MAGYC ALONG SOME RARE INTERESTING PERSON TO DIVERT MY TIME OOPS STILL IN ACC CAP
but it's never ever Mister Micawbers "something will come up.." it doesnt work like that... (to be cont)
.. yes a few goodies (yes that was it the moment i had this maybe customer fixing his gates or whatever and he actually had the Goodies bike as a collectable ... he didnt really want so i arranged for someone - a local with a BIT of a sense of humour, to attempt to buy it... failed they all PERFORM nice clubbiness when all they ever were is mean viscous mad grifters.. which is how the AFFORDED their rural idyl way over the cost of a cottage in up North...but its the facade that.. actually psychologically damages their children as i saw so many times.)
so...some goodies.... to showcase, the ones that prove the point that the rest are so dire its daft..
never mind painting all those 'environments' and not factoring in the amount of hydrocarbons wasted by all the rubbish they paint ofr 99.25% ..., while they of course spout 'global warming' every other sentence fuck even MAggie knew about that one fourty years ish ago......
of course really dull lifeless unturbulent or not CALMED in the right way paintins dont count...they are exempt from total co2 hot air spouting
i bet they arent even counted all million truly awful paintings on display in Swestershire as i speak.... official 'uk has reduced emissions' lie.... as we offshore the paint manufacture to really nasty places like India where the fires of the factories are fuelled by ..our plastic waste sent there to recycle when all they do is upcycle into...more hot air...
Now the real revenge upon him with his fake " love"
when i get around, soon.... to there being only one story out of the blue, Marchish, which could have taken my mind off the one call on the cliff edge really rather expecting some years ....
may have infected my perfect sleep for years with worry about how do i survive this
And Mister Devils Spawn does indeed dish up perfect emotional alibi....
( real thoughts awaking after Sam put me asleep, at dawn, a fine eight hours..." well if she is going to.... and they wont even give her RESIDENCE if she marries her Kraut man - they so hate us for rocking their fine bouyant boat...and Pueble healthier tobacco she told me still SIX euros a 30g pack Nigel never told you THAT did he now... with his vile guillotine plans
...... maybe i can join her... if we do a reverse immo... get to Belfarrrst...walk over the border no checks by LORE
.... and an internal flight from Dublin back to safety and yes stay there in the caves.. Lescaut or even Verdun.... forever... i aint dying here !!!!")
Yes so seventeen years ago even if we didnt have internet living in the hills so had to go van vagabonding around to HAy Bluff just for a bit of signal and fun
sixty eight thousand views..
only.... and many of them would have been a tad Siouxsi ajacent in their saner years...
that surely is the 'MOMENT' ....
when it should have been an instant million
As they flocked to Hay, Gweek, and TOTNES .... never mind Presteigne....
to recreate their grift in some poor rural workman's cottage...
And up the rent
OF COURSE!!!!
they had to turn away from the only one, ever, whom put them into perfect art
exactly where they had come to (in life), recreate and roll out across the land...
and succeeded in exactly to the lacuna between her genius screams.... the real dimension
of knowing it was about them.. their new version, as rotten as if the English did see
well i did
copy fuckin right me....
But wanker watts wouldn't understand.... true zen
" i went there a few months back..having twenty years said to myself no way ever do i go to that vile Source of it all..... and its toxic Dart
fiklled with drowned supplement shop shoppin carts..
" only thought i'll have a nose as i was in such a great plenished mood
by the breaker bird down Newton Abbo way
dealt me a good deal, on her half worn wheels fifteen QUID!
what a day!
a true indigenous finest plumage real oldschooler i would like to be her kid
.... and upon entering 'Totness twinned with NArnia'...
[she yestereve ...said she first painted that sign!!!!]
first one i dared to talk TO ..not with TO!
well fuck me, just between me and you
within about thirty seconds having tested HERRRRRRRR
the greatest ever joke in history
or her thing, "heritage" ..
surrounded by all her crappy books on new age#and healing and 'sanctuary'
the ultimate vile pestilent enemy territory
I ....
didnt even need to be invited to sunday luncheon...
her surviving my first testing treatment..and coming back for more... with even more gorgeous eyes
all i care about is LAST region - Craswall Black Mountains.... hills behind Titley Horrorfordshire..
ohh yes the perfect job un high hills of Beacon Hill, Mid Wales spring 2022 - simply the most glorious setting of all....
except not even the so called country woman - full alcy hiding her empties under the trailers of trash... whist pretending to be all perfect horsey babe
would cooperate just coordinating when she may come and help hang her new gates...
anyway links to add in especially that absurd nouveau Rupert on the wireless yesterdawn
and EVERY SINGLE TIME i put on Farming Today for months the first words i hear are always " the mentul elf of...and here's how we are curing the mentul elf... an hour at our lovely little holistic funny farm workshops we got a big GRANT to roll out...."
i can't even remeber which one it was of the 6am or 6.30 am YET another chummy rupert saving up for an antique landrover to flounce around in, with his radio four day in the sunshine from a dingy cave in Gweek... promoting his new "community" of just him and his bumfluff crafty beard..
spilling the usual 'nature cures' you ...of nothing, especially HIM...
ONLY taking the most dangerous steps in human history up to two young girls guaranteed to have the feds on speed dial so as to entertain themselves with made up Alligators especially if poor Britolite ones... and daring to begin a REAL conversation
(((oops i am way ahead of the oddessay and its never ending such fabulous fun, i still have about 5 in draft posts half rit a week ago, about morality and her the gorgeous REAl dancer, ever and such a poignant moment, and me)))
but the farmer... i so like him! picked me up in the top atch.... and his wifery
" ehhh... what is it...ehhhhh chinese knotweed.... " lovely old fella and a Dooney one too)
why didn't i take a name of the grands here..... i mean ... not even Europeans could match them, and their wave a few days later from the back of their grands' antique one....
can ever cure you of anything....
NOT including Sally .... of Rhaeder, ehh.... The SMILEY RIDER (" Laura i shall put you in my contacts as smiley rider".. " hewy i like that" ) of Lower titley ....who's job was to pick up the rotting dead sheep with her own lovely hands the most beautiful woman ever known for real..... Helen would get back into their smelly trojan horse, and know she was a loser.... compared to SM's real rural smileyness....
as my 2021-22 photoshoot will one day show...
ehh ohh yes the 25 year old wild shepherdess quadwoman of Beacon Hill belting around that glorious spring up there ....... " i fell off when i was a nipper and mangled my body ... but it kindof recovered ...and learned my lesson to slow down at least one mile an hr and pay more attention..... helmets are for losers.... "
as my 2022 photoshoot of her and her pack of hounds on her quad with her will one day show...
anyway the invasion of fake landbabes that arrived from around 2006 and overwhelmed ....THEIR sisterhood, with their flouncy bags and faked rural pose.. especially Jenny D all she wanted was a bit of LAdy Chatterly with her landsman in the potting shed.. (paid for on Swiss gold )
fabulous selfie photoshoot of her one day....
the fake one ....that destroyed her lovely kids peace and quiet... and minds forever. As some years later thgey did a reverse FAntastic and ran away back to bulliontown..her tail between her legs..
so as so many times "related".. they read some Guardian colour supplement article and decided metoo...
and they would have been ONLY welcomed and appreciated as the actual land long ago was at least three pornhusband damaged lonely men to every one who sytayed such as sally the fine mountain woman dug her land alone no help and had finest organic holistic anti fox measures - built her chickies skyscrapers with her won hands and muscle......
would have been welcomed had it not only been about transplanting their supplement (CLINICLY PROVEN EVEN BY THE BBC AS A TOTAL CON) and purging and detox and aromatherapy and all that endless unholy mumbo jumbo... as how they are going to make 'community' and an ethical living in 'it'...
even if its about conning others who havent stolen enough dosh to relocate into 'it' - the fantasy portrayed in said Guardian.. as whatsername did Annie of up in the woods on ten Fakebook accounts concurrently when i went to do her sweet lovely boho land a decade back...
up all night on them pimping potions why she was so ILL.... and endlessly moaning about her need for even finer homemade potions at fifty quid a tub...
when a good nights sleep would have done most of the trick...and then an actual mere 30km a week in the hills behind her, the rest...
anyway they damaged their landbabe sisters, first.... as their men, once, knew...
and if i die of it i shall attempt to tell their stories one day - the REAl landswimmin....
who were indeed only used as some kind of advertorial pinnups by the sisters that came in...from the swamps.
As i am quite sure i would have, too, if born in Bromley or whatever slum she was from
And without her true genius, to earn a bigger garden....needed to escape ...
" they even want the underfloor area of their fake gyppo wagons painted in gold...!!
" and one of them had me for a picnic aside one of them and as we laid on the grass said 'look up... you can see it glittering above us'..."
She didn't know....
The supermodels flouncin' past us ....
Some have had their eyes on me some time...
The true flouncer - i rather like, ish.... flounced past with a bottle in hand.... seeing the two of us fabulously tanned sharing a pouch and her chox...
and REAL "community" randomly
Was that look a look of envy..?
Anyway.... ive no interest in the Lowlands other than for very dull photojournalistic minds eye entertainment, and a bit of Pueblo...
Anyway the perfect conversation...
" our year of coming of age well i know how I came of age! ferk me Margret's gusher
that summer
Just me and her at a distance me baking in the sun wityh a few books in the wildflower meadow next to hers....
" i mean what paradise impossible to repeat....
" it started with
number one biggest hit enough to drive anyone to an early death....
" and as if it was a cleansing... a great burning off of all the vilenessiness....
" and then we had the simply superb Survivor.... about pacifism in the face of marauding Mad MAxwells.... even if whatisface the one in the leather jerkin set a tone - rather Camden Market not so good in his flouncey leather jerkoffs
" and the likes of me and my mates ..or maybe one as lonely country boys are lucjy to even have a half...
we were blissing out to nice fluffy Steve and his hurdy gurdy...
" anyway... and then ... well..... i mean what a greatest ever year in history the answer to Master Tolle a REAL ... true powerful ... grown up bigboy...... 'NOW'....
" right.... NOW..." ..
" how could one not be terrified for the harbinger of, we had no idea what...next never mind that unfortunately a Great Serbian mind didn't actually understand the fake dump I was deported to....
"nineteen ninety two...
" even if it used to be able to laugh at itself...
" but that year or them few...
" meant to have cleansed me even you a real pukka one...
" of all our pomp flounce circumstance
"and performative dance...
"and then just when you were half driven mad by the true genius of Siouxsi and her performative scowl a real one no Serb could even pretend to..
" an even truer genius came along ten times better than ....[ok its a good film ... especially on his awful mother ...
and it being not very good for you not faking grief at her funeral...]
" anyway.... just when the culture couldnt get any better never mind talk about the biggest schitzo hot and cold in one year
".... and we are sitting on our sofa edges every Sunday wating for the lovely Lorna...
" along comes the greatest philosophy of all time EVERYONE knew was two dimensional and ... deep....
and an obvious splendid intellectual commentary on all that will come.... sadly they hadnt been force fed in even the Tito lands ..... "
( 'Arris and his elf more responsible than anyone else for ' discovering' and buying up and loading up FOR CASH the Wattsian archive ...
as she Ms Atch ( thats Watt i call her) agreed " all Watts wanted was get the Nottin' ill totty under his cassocks ... so as to reserve the right to go and retire into one of their inherited castles such as Kinnersley den of yurtmakinh thieves where those babes just love to stuff their Wattses and put them above their historic fireplaces, as the ultimate heritage items... and incrowd clique trophy... irrespective of the fact ... she is paradise indeed the only real shaybabe as she saidtoo " their work didnt work on THEM" and
fuck
he had SEVEN kids...
all lost their father through alcoholism he pimped as blissy aware awake stuff, part of the divine fuckin infinite bliss iof his warped universal con
to get hiss shaking fingers up the cracks
of the ill Notty ones ...
.. irrespective of what they may have felt.... about dad dying of such a bad example to them)
at least that date will stay independently of my perfect chronicles
... that Saturday at the higher atchin tan ( the miracle she paints that word on fake bohemianomobiles) ... the very real minor dread at the likelihood the feds
will be manhunting...
and give me gyp over 2 baldish tyres... and a rattly exhaust
never mind some paperwork problems
and my alibi
although at the actual ' hanging judge' for Dooneshire's pad ...
.. the real one with bigwig ..
wont be able to save me from the crusher
anyway talk about bleakness but only for 5 mins....
or that night...
And a knowing i have to leave this terrible territory....
As there is only the bleakness ....i rather like its restful...
no point talking to anyone ... ( as per vid last early winter) ever
none
zero....
I go and randomly explore my way through a while bloody herd of okish rather good semi revolutionary ok minds ...
And have ....
( yes but herrr fridayaft meeting her, the one i do care about, thats utter frankly fuckedup weird magyc !!!... )
hmmmm.... and i was scheduled to have left a week ago...
( my god her lanyardism as i write " signpost" every other word, "holistic wellbeing " TWICE she got in.... live as i write)
The SCIENCE says that getting the wrong side of the sleep curve, less than seven on average over a period is number one holistic symptom you will blow a fuse and end up In the whacky ward or worse
( as the miracle says " loads of young men going to the bridge one way with a rope" )
And THE best way of all in history to get to sleep, 930pm
" i wonder what Sam has to say about the latest episode of the so called AIs . ... ok lets listen in ...clunky headphones on.... find out how to undermine him and his cyclingdaleks...[ thats good that just came she loved my facile titillators] .. sprinkle some much on the robots and they'll be as deepminded as Sam ..
" well she wanted a joke.... its even more of a nind fuck than 28 whacks on the head with Maxwell's silver one .... its impossible to stay ' awake' for even ten minutes if him and you ' awaken' a few hours later when the headphones are digging into your head ..."
but the best thing oops talk about being cruel to poor muslims and certainly crueller than their dodgy boss
Sam and his buddy going all deep and intellectual
" so if we have two Clauds meeting and deep diving together they get all ' blissy' but in clearly a rather dodgy way..." and theyre going to " signpost" the Mussies into that next nutcase world
thats Jenny O Cidre sold at the back door if you ask me
Was that a week ago? It feels like five years, after thisterweek.
No time then to even think how on earth - this time a week back only the skin of ones teeth to chew as appetite suppressant. Their fat pill....
ohh god i forgotten that scene " we don't make fun of people...except chrétiennes [f - ok about ten of them to a couple of ms ] ..." which i can beat, soon.
but where is the "liberate the food" scene bloody online morons never do their job propper either...
Anyway she thinks she is the star, but the real stars of the week, WITH a fine witness no hard hat needed.
The most dangerous thing in history even more dangerous than a million invading fine Moroccans...
Just a week ago...
" shitabrick.... two young lasses sitting alone up here on the mountain cross legged in the middle of the li'w byeway no one goes up except me walking every few days....
" probably swapping Barbie tips.. or the latest Justin nonsense ....
"or huddlin' down to moan about their mummies' drugs.. being ones white 'n one brown i dont think theyve faked baby skin yet....
" do NOT even look them in the eye... theyve prob got the feds on speed dial in their horrid li'w devices.... and their person intagram channel: fuck em we can false allegator all we want we're in control...
" ok i i can't avoid passing exactly 1.5 metres ajacent... ohh ones getting up with a very pained look on her face.... as if she needs to make way or begin to run....
" hey no need to move aside for me you two looked so comfy and happy sat there....just being..."
FAST FORWARD just three days.... witness in place even if i assumed that they had been transported back to wherever in Middle Earth they were stabled, fantasising about JK Rowling's fake solutions.... all mummy could manage as education, between mummmies' driugzzz..
In Lower Hell on earth.. us looking at yes it was a rare one... thoughbubble (whilst the middle class waffle about moths and arty fart)
" oohh thats a fancy performative antique one.. perfect new fresh green paint and open back..... "
" what no one knows me here thats the whole idea.... no it cant be my name someone's shouting......
" god...its THEM .... i can tell from their smiles and waves and cheers and wow... 'simon...!!' behind at least some kind of parent at the wheel..... .... they must have... watched ...IT......"
" use...it.... your land.... the mums will always come to too early a sticky end...
oppressed or just a weird psychology when they want all the STUFF too and as big a one as Don's bigjob... or a couple of personal jumbos.... ....
... somehow find THE KEY no matter what it takes.... get a babe with three jumbos eating up all the food dont matter .... you gotta find THE solution....
... biut never come back here to this lost land.... yours ...there's just some hope some smallest floating burning ember.....
of REAL culture.. that can still do what no Britolin culture ever can...
....remember Captain FIRST... then Don't Look Up.... and the nasty techy rich guru bloke innit, from Gweek . Hay-on-Wye, Presteigne, ... Stroud.. Oxfordshire... theyre ALL the same ... just remember...he used children only for his own piles of cash and spaceships to get as far away from them as he could...as that superb scene after he had had them up on stage with him as his props then they no longer existed for him..its all just HIM...
"now.... as i know you know.... your real only weapon.... is indeed god,
"....... the real one ...who laughed at them all....... find a way to find his bounce, and ... they won't have a hope the way you two are so absurdly mature and get it ALL!....
"but just ...whatever it takes but peacefully ...even classic humanist oldschool liberal like us, Esti said ... 'not that one, Kamala is even crazier ...i would have gone Orange if i was there and had to chose one ' ..... "
" well bollocks to the amatuer and his twenty year quest to get back to ....Persephone is it...?well one day i shall put him to shame as indede an insincere loser....
" But a real one - pukka oddessay...it needs to have at least duel purpose, i mean what if penelope can never be ever even.... dragged to Lrna's alater in a halter all i have thought of for three and a half years..."
" if you mention HER one more time i will sack you.... you got OCD compusive real babe disorder, you have in fact there's bound to be a lanyardist conning the state they actually 'work' in a loony bin round here i shall find one and get yes i know that aphorism to, the yellow van round to collect you..."
"Memsaab...I'm just telling you my stories to entertain you your so boring yourself every nag and attempt to control the houseboy is so so dull...you think you're better than the rest well yes, but the whole point if the houseboy knows HIS job doesn't need his time of day passed by your ignorant opinion...he wishes to LEARN more interesting things he doesn't yet understand like will a non English babe ever change her mind...? we know abou the mad ones who you sometimes have had to bear too... who cannot. a pure sign of personality disorder..."
" anyway sorry I'm one ahead of you in the canniness steaks.... even if i only just realised... my Odd one is to die doing that purpose...
"but that's dull and may not work so ...a second duel purpose.... to avenge her or at least her children.... as i do believe the Ridd family were eventually the losers - warfare wise even if John for sure would never hurt a fly to quite the fine Croatian my ACTUAL fakebook friend just for her name ...Slavenka is sex on legs and i only ever had 60 maximum Fakebooks be-fake-friended so don't fuckin mess with me she was witness at the HAgue and made such beautiful philodsophy from it..I'll set her on y6ou if you aint careful...
" yes.... so my new boss.... literally just started even if not much work really but....one thing for sure, there is only one place worse than Dooneshire even if i am now a fully part time paid up member of the Dooneshire yeomanry...
" and they don't gibber you... or guzzle drugs on their hobby farms (ohh yes i near forgot about her evil....) thus screwing withy your plans they pledged to maintain
" i even heard it on the wireless this morning...PAstyshire so so 'deprived' poor little thing...
" not only do they have the highest per capita motor ownership... huge drug bills ... every single one an utter con artist and they even conned Her Penelopeship.. her ship would be in a nice 'community' there....
" i have so much dirt on them.... its quite amusing Andy PAndy thinks they will share a mayor...
"well.... i wonder is there some way to get the Dooneshire yeomen theyre REAL men as long as they have more than a few hundred measely hobbyist acres...
" to invade and conquer the world expert moaners down in the toe 'n heel...
" that would at least make up for Lorna's gang eventually losing their lands to the nasty South Esaterners...
" avenge her... after all the damn woman in winter 76 went and imprinted herself so starkly on my poor impoverished brain ive always sought her... or at least a fair facsimile but no blondes even real ones.... "
Even if one has no interest in making the tough Northern Colemans happy.
(HOW interesting now she agrees with me, "as a man in this vile peninsula [she left the seas, too, due the shits from their vile oceans - and she had bought her castle there at millionaire Heights upon The Roseland... the only just about tolerable bit ] one feels continually as if one is being assessed for possible Priory escapism, and a violent threat...
" well next time you will do as you are told and get in my tin can, rather than walk down to the meadow via Millionaire Row... for us to leave OUR thank you to the muck lass... "
" it wasnt my legs giving out... i was bouncing along and three men stopped by me in their motor asking if I needed a lift and when i said no thanks then they kerb crawled behind me ...i was terrified that's why i didnt make it down there .... "
" i TOLD you ...just bloody shut up i am ALWAYS right.... single people aren't safe here, with all the mad ex Londoner junky runaways in the region.... even if from Serbia, but they all say as long as they have Eckheart by their bed telling them how to be so sniffy and choosy well theyre all right arent they...as a certain woman found out in the hills a few weeks ago...
" but duck...had you bloody texted me accurately 'SOS im being ganged' ...
"never mind Queen Joan, never mind Empress Betty who took on Hollywood and ground them down by her violent stare... .. never even mind the one you refuse to acknowledge as saving your sex from a life of perpetual inequity the moment she came on the telly at the end of that first perfect summer we knew... we blew a fuse, 'fuck i dont know what she is but she is better than all the rest put together...'.
" ducks.... as you are underneath the fancy Memsaab brolly ... you still havent answered my question if you had the electrocution lessons, i know my fake mother had....
" A Northern Coleman's daughter ... an actual one with his black dust infecting and lodging itself under your fingernails just givin' your beloved dad a kiss at brekkie...
" i would have been straight there ...even if there were a whole tribe of very very badly made Cyclopes ...
" so dont think you can get one over on me with your private schoolboy foppish fave movies... i know the right ones to use... even on you..or for you, your choice...me I'm just the homeless houseboy... so tired of ALL your panting just at a bit of a balmy summer...
" and as for your endless under-mining me for your filthy blackstuff... The Serb calls me 'narcissistic' for saying i am 'bulletproof' ISH... brainwashed - even her, by this awful Eckhearian therapeutic utter sewerage thats swept the WHOLE of this Pestilent Pen...
" not only do i NEVER lose my head like that loser your dad...... i want to die even if i am your only survivor... but it would bounce off my neck I'm quite sure, too, if i can survive y'all thus far...
"just as you saw the burning necklaces of Soweto and realised, how to...Live..." )
So yes where was I...
The lands where nobody can ever listen, and everyone assumes you are THEM
Except at last a real secret weapon...soon
Now... all sorts of twerps have been brainwashed to perform " class is over" ...
a Master and his Mistress class, on that, soon.
actually thats very apt..a real man next to a fake one
" actions speak louder than words Duck.... as i have to store the Estelle library, last selection, due imminent crushing, and dont judge me some are shit but one must monitor just how shit Katie FForde is to understand YOU!...
"you alone i know i can trust as safe book repository.... for Now
but i have got a record of every single one ... just in case...and lots of them are the instruction book as to how to live through the likes of you...."
well at least she was PAID to fake it, and nobody pays me or gives me a stunt double neither of which i would ever want.
I wouldn't have let her go, only because the hairdye would have killed at least a handful of innocent unpaid fishies...
(though i only like the calm ones as turbulence is so dull, and everyone else's dull addiction )
there is a version two. Not take two i don't do them..
Her doing me, the other version.... she better not "edit" it.. and also knows you do NOT edit me and her other fan, my Bwana-babe, when we are at it... hammer to tongues
Punch to Judy.. Bonnie and Clyde... Samson...and the one, who, if anyone could, make my hair grow back...
Now..if i can persuade her via LA Grande Belazza.... which licenses in a good way if you must be one... a wrinkled old catholic, as having at least a bit of life in her..
Never mind the two great anti-catholic LIVE ON life affiormatory books...
The movie: How to a man manage, b manage your ridiculous PRTECIOUS towny incomer Bwana babe who thinks she can outsmart me...
and how to (next film, team work when you are Meatloaf and she is Karla, except far more cleverly-lippy) ...
will beat anything ridiculous Mister Nolan could never dream of, and no awful CGI either..
you couldn't program the ridiculous bots to predict her next crafty move.... nor the pure art in response...
As they are all addicted to Tolleing so much of life you literally have no idea what iron in the fires at hades can have the smallest chance of making an impression in even a pert offered Bottie...
one must be prepared for anything
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