So, what..do i know

 Apart from the fact that them African bushblokes have probably got it right....

And nothing to do with the whitey overlord, being real change takes generations...

.....A referendum on ending apartheid was held in South Africa on 17 March 1992. The referendum was limited to white South African voters,^[1][2] who were asked whether or not they supported the negotiated reforms begun by......

Or, well... (poor thing thinks anything writ on line is only one dimensional - all you can manage...)

What i do know is even if inadvertently, due to being so utterly full of the self and what club to join  - if one has been a worldwanderer, THE thing they don't tell you in your awful fake history books is that's the brits far more above any other peoples...

Join a little club and be safe among the others who also haven't the slightest idea why they are there except if there's a club of them it's bound to be abundantly plenishing

When in time..it's the exact opposite

As per... 

.. well there's only one point being alive and that's to be able to tell some useful stories one day that are fact

Rather than the imagination of others who could never know anything but their abundance of expensive sheepshit in the shopping bags - oooh thats rather good sat on the precipice, in a hurry to maybe use one percent of laptop bat for some good, even if long ago knew no point

So, yes...they steal your story. Fact one.

I have only one, and even i forget:  A  mother, perraps.... one simply never knew except eventually one had to make some decision years on, a fake... and father who was very successful at never really being present in his kids lives especially when theyre small... despite acting apart almost Oscar worthy,  that was his number one prime directive.

None of my business as if one actively self-orphanates oneself young, it isn't..

But then of course one is adrift for years not knowing who to be. 

and then by weirdest  revolutionary turn up for the books as it is - but you don't think of it so, then, you are the exact opposite - every single moment from any kid in my life one is only 100% present for them no matter what. And even sixteen years meandering not very far ...

and so 100% mentally busy utterly prioritising tomorrow, that i didn't know til now perraps ive used the wrong word picture

even if its a good one in some respects, the 'albatross' being about the size of a teenager 

except io didnt know he was the baddie and shot it when the one around my neck was metaphorically shot by her own mother, even if the stepmonster held the gun infact im sure made it conditional ' shoot or youtoo...'  except it wasn't quite finished off ...

And then along comes my own mother and beating Master Iscariot to the podium for number one sneak of all time... pushes in and metaphorically grabs the gun! Her Laura Ashley,  uniform....not quite as vibrant real-red in patches ...  needed a refresh... 

Anyway in the Year of Fuck this for a game of real paradise....

 no more SHAME! 

" well i've been hanging on ten years... every moment always available, diverted, on standby and so many attempts to revive,....  my rather large neck-decorating albatross to come back to life ....  that up until then i had kept mainly hidden away - too shameful,  never mind the cost benefit analysis, which is if you actually love your only descendent theres no analysis nor choice you prioritise the mouth to mouth over all else always no ifs or buts...

and thus a decade of ragged everything from cheap charity shop coats to motors - in fact most of the time too  diverted into alby-mouth-to-mouth  to even afford to eat normally..

So along comes the great (even if the most ridiculous commentariat ever - which includes writers, journos and pondlife of Darhorse pods and all the rest of them....  could ever stop to think and even hint at, "WOW... well we all hate the best the machine, Yanis's 'technofschists'  fueldalists, or whatever his latest sexy seeming reveal is ... the bottom third, for years ashamed at debt, rent arrears, old bangers with illegal wheels.... think of them at last can joke and smile .... it may well be were all a bit more all innit together!! ....... )... slowdown and you can bugger off for your   very small rent arrears... especially as MAy 2020 the regional good-egg landlordess puts her rents up highest percentage in 7 years..errata i was told, ever...

But that's mere one dimensional fiscal shame-removal...

The real dimension that matters is in your heart. Or wherever your love-wound memories are stowed.

Up until then i had only ever shared my actual last decade of " Greg every second of the last decade i have spent figuring how to mouth-to-mouth her... or at least protect our story - the REAL one..eleven only successful daughter dad years... never mind the large zoo only for her and her buddies when i could sometimes tempt them up .. not even a neighbour for 2km .... long very steep narrow rd up into the hills....a bit much for lazy incommers too busy polishing their crystal collection to run  their kids back and forth into the actual countryside with loads of animals, why they moved there they would say....  anyway every second for a decade but its too embarrassing or draining, or just overpoweringly rotsmell in everyones noses...  to  say so to anyone except you and one other....  "

And then a small miracle, not only no more shame at being always on the bread line...  but a shift - perhaps now we (en masse) just speak our real truths..

And beginning on the hill...2020 into 21  with the lasses and nags and one 'safety' walker ... 

meaning even if a wonderfully dedicated parent her and i would as the world went hyrsterical wander up togther into the hills a km or so behind her lass,  and tell each other real life stories...

and for the first time i told a stranger all - every bit... no anti-bad smell bowdlerising

And knew its the real way to live on fully - no hang ups no matter how world champion failure you are 

When in fact a real country woman knows only you...nobody else,  could tame This dangerous old nag...

in fact she wasn't a nag too lost to her internal pathological self nagging

and use her unused nags for good..

her girl

but bugger me ive only just discovered it depends on your 'provider' if you can even see  

https://illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com/

skin of my teeth battery 10% on very old comms phone an EE sim it wont let me see a page my own with illicit in it,  it assumes 'illicit' is not a deliberately rich loving humorous three dimensional commentary even quite conservative cowalking farmer Helen loved as my title (oi you you must write our story if you can") ,  as we had a winter only of pure love, despite 'them' all .. and a whole "community" i alone created ... 

switch to 10% bat on my modem phone Voda sim...will let me see a page called illicit

which makes anything just too complex when life is so simple..

shame, tickbox over only by all the way always..

But then the story thieves 

My own one weirdest but realest be the exact opposite, of my own father and weird fake mother...

who i know had their (generational) reasons for being lost up shitcreek thinking their architect designed fancy looking  flash aesthetically perfect rowing boat would get them to some safer shore..

always no matter what every second of my own life for 27 years theres no maybe there is only fact, every second there present even if merely with a corpse around ones neck... 

and that is an important story, as it is real.

ahahh but then there are the ones of how to beat (their) ..system....which only ever conspires to steal time from that which i know is fun...and 'life affirming' if one must be pious and yummyplenishy... even if i havent met anyone for years who klnows what actual life affirming is - not...confected...only ever real tales from the real Tightrope... one also knows cant ever be told as the damp gets to your notes and made them wet through by this midwinter

real luxes... really.. they go indoors to workshop their lost little souls on the few luxydays

(film to put in when gone. the workshoperatti dont like 'critique' of their habits, even if they may have a free speech badge)

 

now what do i know.... stories get stolen, such as the only thing i cared about by '21 was " hmm with this freeisng and shameshattering wonderful new paradigm....maybe at last it is time to attempt to tell a helpful true story via a letter to the only person for 11 years im always concerned with parenting no matter what...."

but  the amassed ...well they are identity thieves - without their own so thief others. Even the grandmother i had no idea until in 2011 one day sat in full abyss mode by the river Wye and a call comes in - extremely rare for me, as the fakes of so 'wellness' places like Hay-on-Wye can't even keep their thieving little minds on someone a kid they knew for years who could have, well...done with their ex playgroup friends to even care one bit....

(interestingly a Ukrainian but entirely naturalised - her nature just to fake her endlessly performed love for her little ones, when it was merely for money, and fake love..) 

 Anyway a call... in the days before caller id and a voice i knew is SO SO sucker-up..so charmy pally.... so new best friends...

The grandmother of the albatross.... " hi.... " in fact i shall not even complete the sentence of some fake sucking up to the man who stole her only grandchild from the only child sher had who had become a real father dedicating every moment to always being there no matter what

As it was the tone - long ago known of total smarmy fake caring... seemingly only ever for some advantage

Anyway thats irrelevent to me other than a wonderful story of who the english often are... 

My own story, '21, whatever it takes i must attempt a now grown up communication....  

And in weird Uk that means the shabby 'authority'mates of the other household may try nasty games once more, so  its best if i am not findable... stealth... head for the hills in the jallopy... 

So literally three months getting in exactly the right state of mind to write that letter, even assuming the delightful so called step would likely hack her email...

And then easter day 2022 out it goes... and another month to recover and im a tough well trained very medatitive person who doesnt let any drama drain...

as i am lucky at least i did the one thing thats foundation to all next generation sanity - attempt to "hold the space" in their vile fake no-men-clatter, attempt to elevate and retain the attachment...attachments even stupid Gabor cant avoid as knowing all it's about...

healthy, based on  facts and truth

no matter what others may try... especially old Judy...

Which is all irelevent though rather surprising all i know is five years ago... " got to get free of an address, place where some horrid mad man may try and seek his mad revneg via his legal games.. ( the shame of his first 2018 attempt revealed absurdist youtube channel July 2023 even the dodgy Horrorford magistrates kick out as beyond laughable, even if only one albatross got harmed by it of course)

 Anyway there you go.... no option no choice,  this time four years ago got to get a reasonable story out no matter what...

(fill in the flat squirrel joke line... it still makes me smile)

But what i also know - it is simply extraordinary, even the one person above all kindof knew your real story, a supposed dedicated father of three a few months ago, actually takes his god fearing self hatred out by blaming you for the only thing nobody else has bothered doing .... 

is not failure of my 'judgement' just shows well i guess there is only blood... even if in YUK well seems we are almost scared of it...

To be cont

And even my absurdist youtube channel is broken or was, 4 or 5 days ago go and doa  last splurge of some clips merely cos i can....and they have all clogged it up or maybe something else?

I dont use apps, just webpages... and 100s of times trying to get them to finish publishing wont work any more..

until i have to go and down;load a stupid app now to do exactly what doing for 16 years...

and of course that means learn a new habit-routine as when you havent had a dime spare for 16 years... as every dime actually gone to fixing the unfixable alby... every bleeding wasted second online, costs.... steals, from a long lost project that no matter what one has to or had to...try. With no self pity, ever...

But i guess everything seems the exact opposite...

anyway what do i know.... you have to fight to even retain a bit of your REAl simple story .. as nobody listens and everyone must assume...

 

....and ..... 

to be cont

FAKE but i haven't even started with that words yet i figured out was all mine was fourty years ago....

PINNED 

the amount of times I've used it face to (not ashram-smiley) one

to one attemptin'....

merely as

" well all i care about is why the spring of 2019.... in lasterregion....  did the so called spokesbabe of the children of the Rebellion.... 

even if very mutton dressed as prior to being mature and ppropperjob sexy which starts at 54

why was she so smugly at the Market Stall [close to MRs and Mr Badger Hollocauster] 

and when asked by my chronicle, very very plenishly and flourishly..... and all sorts of deepening reverensish stuff as she was ok for not-yet-finest mutton.... 'so i hear that the council had declared a so called climate emergency...so prey [ stick in her fave prayerful silly girl,  emoji sign i can never find, thats how badly they polluted HER..]  tell me i was busy being an actual environmentalist getting close in to the Queen of the hunt who also collects the dead sheeps with her bare hands no gloves.... making actual friends with whom we need to actually be in bed with... well if her husband didnt have a gun under it....and wasn't  likely to be drunk as she had said to me privately as a real human being.... needing a real friend... based on reality.... ehh yes so it was ...a "binding motion", or not quite so binding, heyy..?'.... nope all you get is some hissy yoga look of ' we....don't think of it like that we think of it in a far more other far more buddistmeditativeshramsmiley way ...way ... fuck off you are causing a vibe shift [too close to my dead head]....'....oops lost it with the speechmarks there you work it out i never have battery spare to do myself up in her perfect post-yoga look ... all i care about is jhow can such a person even exist.... or as a bird watcher, how can such a rare species exist i see a few emigrating in but what ARE they!? .... and then Swestershire.... now i know.... she mererly couldnt afford a house down here so sideshifted to that dump.... and using the words any intellectual fool knows that all is based on overpriced housing in YOUR maggieland and none of you luv are going to sell into the 'community' you're auto-brainwashed by your brochures

to say every other word, their at 1/3 below market.....which is the actual reason the 'community' that can't afford one now you arrived,  are all so mental elf...."

 But we shall come back to that another day if this one is lived through

 

**

Amazing how its a totally trigger banned word unless in some silly picture for children

Now, time to get intellectual.

 ehhh,,, ohh what an awful word, intervention' it means the small lad three doors down is being shouted at all day and night or some nightmare parent is doing endless lawfare...

and you ask around for the best advice,  and then just invite them for a cuppa .... and mature chat

Of course the Plenishery (working newname for them, all) - who merely use the self identifying fat plasma screen class as their lanyard fodder, so they can afford the more expensive nature-based workshoppery (indoors, on the ONLY nice day of January i saw and recorded)  

Ahh yes i remembered...

As things happen.

The one.The only one who self identifies as 'working class' ..i liked her. Even if she obviously isn't. 

But had to see her again, and kairos-did...

So impressive - the learned line: ... " let me ask have you  considered why you wouldn't or maybe can't ..let go of it?"

Now that will look like some non-line, utterly irrelevant;

But what you have to do is take a line between the above lines from a fake who wore ...errata far too 'beautiful people' to even own a badge, never mind just from the aura one would automatically know she is single handedly saving the Rivers...

through to the one who almost conned me she is 'salt of the earth' rather than even more of a conwoman than Mrs Salt PAth and himtoo

The whole complete body language so perfectly in balance with the lanyard worn by day, and well it all started with aromatherapy fourty dully years ago, by night: fake authority over nothing but paid friends, and utter genius lines in response to ANY kind of actually worthy project regarding the "poor" in her own many year parish...

without even been told what it is as they never ask never mind listen....

(or ask: "social services yonder in not-yet-Narnia make one referral a week into the one down there, from your Narnia-on-the-Hill, of peeps actually starving.... and...")

It's just genius... its a much better skive than being an obviously lazy cowardly skiver not even pondering if they could 'intervention' with the kid subject to lawfayre down the road...

far cleverer than the Budhist ashram smile that knows oneness is the one and only answer to all especially being asked to do something..... a rather shabby easy-to-decode skive

But this truly clever, almost intellectual " [unsaid but implied by the tone 'my really really top renowned expensive therapist who has a ten year clique of a waiting list HE is so good '  - they would never trust their own sex when it comes to unbeatable alibi conning ...]    ... [unsaid but meant with SUCH superb actressiness ' you clearly are hurt and wound and you will wound yourself more if you think about any real cause...its bound to be a little warped or needy as you havent had the same decades of my expensive therapissin... '.]  ..... "

In otjher words they say nothing, like " well ...how many hours a week commitment would it be importing the food from one pantry here to this one thats so crap..?" 

Just beautiful... admirable... sexist Sorrentino wouldnt have a hope cinematographing such true willow wispy real life all hidden  undercover behind the jostix 

and every single one will have 'hope'.. that Zack's therapy may work a bit.... and give em sexier tits... even if they'll never admit it

Not know as we did ... flatties are even sexier... and even discussing a woman's breasts whether or not he could hypnotherapy them or not...is a sexist  thing way over the line almost everyone i ever knew green or not was way over the line

which is not interesting what is is the total genius wordiage...to get out of ANY responsibiliyty for ANYTHING.....especially when you have a very cute well honed perky ass for your age and clearly would have time to actually do something for your fellow...'working class'..

when none are especially the nomenaclatters... 

 But dont dare call them what they are " when you have 80% a service economy its incredible what uneconomical services people started to invent for their made up jobs and so as to be able to afford the 100 quid wellies they believe are compulsory in the countryside.... we also knew about UBI about 30 years ago.." 

give up.... you spend your last gallon of fuel on getting to best signal territory

and its not working

yet

So, it's ME who's voyeurin' YOU

 not if you're fake 'working class' as you'll be too busy being groomed by your shepherds, just sad lost ex city based sheeptoo

But it's the paid sheep, trans...acting...their way to usin' the so called workers, who no one dares to 'do' .... 

And i've been DO'in' for...a long time

Now.... you especially the middle class you think you are....

And i just sit and smile-watch  at your little self 'armin compulsive-clickin here 

Of late the soundtrack has been

But so what that looks nothing ... 

except it's got at least four dimensions, if i ever get to the story espesh of late, and one is way way back in time viz a ridiculous wordsmith proves the point about them pinpricks....

even if the other one from round the same time is at least real arty hearty... 

But will come back to thattoo

soon.

Meanwhile theres a sequence even if 'twont look much, yet...

All i know is i don't big MYself up and would only say to The Pianist  even if she in real life was even more truly non combatorialatrix, a perfect listener and thus i wastoo....- i mean exactly, no faery-pixie-mermaid-selkie would understand that one: "make..its your JOB.. not to make yet another dreamcatcher to cowardly display in  your sick little fantasy ETSY store,  MAKE  your ferkin sprogletts watch it..its about how theres no divide even NAzis and Hollowcausten, can find some common ground.."  

Anyway yes where was i i don't tell anyone " i have enough real materiel to weave into something that YOU could get a Turner for being on my side, even if i won't be anywhere to see;  know where the goalie is lazily lying about where her posts are is all that matters and no bloke will ever get one...do i look like i don't accept reality? "

 Which is not this reality ...

In fact that's the point, they think anyone would ever even bother satirising their compulsive nonsense ...

I mean I watched yeterdusk after dusk one of the Princesses of this nonsense very expensive vehicle... 

And everything else....

But my my i know a face that hasn't laughed at anything epecially itself for years...

however

how the hell, ever

does one...?

I met the first one fifteen years ago he had dared to cycle into Horrorford city centre on his at-least-a-grand fancy bike...

(i have it recorded in chronicle i do believe if i ever get back to that excellent reality Georgie  - the first, would be very proud of)

i almost couldn't believe his smug always-nod-to 'Eastern' whckjobbery try loking inside a Thai or Mallay gaol theyre so so so 'oneness' and only full of the uttermost humanity...

feeding their ....errata polluting their vultures with fancy sky burials 

except they dont get much flesh if its a, ' Far Eastern'  gaoled corpse as it's often been actually starved to death...

So this whole class, of handy-men...

Pure Eisenstein in the making

Who couldnt make a kid even read a half decent book Like Ring.. as they are..

(to be cont)

But there's one thing for certain, their 'work' doesnt work..

As one knows if one has to deal with his victims..

Anyway that is SO interesting it deserves a whole comic book

one day 

And it's impossible to sort through all the nomenclatt-urea for now, as theres so so much

Even Ben Goldacre of the Gorniad managed to figure is all a con, a good decade back... with some fair dinkum actual research, too...

But that Misses the point!

And seems very very Miss Oh Jenny

Thing is ..

I really have figured their gig, or grift, or 'event' 

horizon..

Don't care but i know who their real infantilised, victims are

Who have all like sheep on drugs, been so lead so easily to that final cliff edge

right this will be considered even worse rubbish unless i can fill in a bit

soon

such as all silly so called 'animal rights' bravehearts would kick his stick from under him if they knew the Brockocide he...errata like Timothy Walker and whatsername  RAynor Winn-Walker  he has to take SOME responsibility.... as does she....especially if it were her inherited loot

But artistry 

the arty artyfarty in this is worth a  whole new Pirsig book about REAl 'zen'

Even if it won't look, it, yet

Now, she sadly has changed the password, from @orwell2025 ('working class hero'ine')

 which may seem contrary to one of the 'rules' of life: " nobody any more knows as even dodgy Dickens did i believe, that if you look into somebody else's correspondence, no need to state 'private' it's just being sane to leave their letters or even texts to them...until they decide to share and if they don't that's the rule, you aren't invited to..."

But there you go merely to advise of a completely hopeless but very interesting ongoing the last 3 months ultra interesting scenario which certainly 'shows' up' the bigwigs, or rather as nothing's changed, the 'posh'...  and could be a GREAT little article for her to have written up, of course... well  that's the thing if you don't communicate anything, sane and decent, one is a child...even at that middle age, sadly..

I thought there was some progress...

If you have kids no matter what THEY (sadly maybe even drunkardly - NOT me! someone else's problem a mature person, me, tries to advise upon as these things are universal, cause and effect) rant at you, your responsibility is to try and say something useful about the society they have inherited.  Maybe even to deflect their ranting at nobody except into the silly phone theyve been brainwashed, ever matters.

Anyway if one were to be George Orwell in Down and Out attempting to speak with the tramp class  you or he could say, " ehh theres this great book...its about YOUR 'class'  - written by a man who worked among you, far more 'you' than i can ever be....  he satirised the bosses, the shit builders you will have been forced by them to be... the hypocrite death cult called the church....  and infact i know  we can't go on about your little booboo chapter 2 written in 1903 or even earlier is about BREXIT in 2016 indeed is Farage before someone gave him a  range rover... but all that is detail and opinion, fact is that as we speak many thousand of you poor tramp class, the ones with roofs,  are reading it.. whether from the penny library or whatever they called subsidised libraries for the whiffier ones... 

...and the unions would give out are giving out free copies when those in work join...  and by the next decade so so many will have read it either borrowed or even if the only book on the paupers' bookshelves it will be said to have such a deep real effect that this load of toffs even when he 'wins the war' the big fat cigar addict, will be booted out ... don't be cynics a good yarn well written with the added spice he never knew it was even finished and detypod by his lass her having found it in the skip his landlord just like Skippy adored to waste  her tenants' stuff when they expired cos...she....could...and was a sad little suburban bitchywitchy from Hemmel who even would claim the VAT back on her twixes in the 80s as the photographic arts based chronicle will one day show....... who then went and had them publish it three years after he died.... 

 ... a good book can actually be read by at least half the 'working class' and cause change such that they booted out the posh lot... 

And said tramps would entirely accept that their kind were able to read, figure reality, and make mature decisions upon what they learned....  even if  said book, was missing a few pages and smelled of cabbage it was mixed in with in the pub bin..."

This 'working class' which doesnt exist, despite the rather overTwixed woman demanding it must 

, nowadays...

well, for 16 years at times i monitor from the 'inside' the actual trampclass...

And it is so so interesting, even if as boring as infinity renamed itself The Black Hole and got lost within its fat greedy self.. where no light or even a book or a real thought can escape its 'event horizon' into the rest of reality.

So, yes... polemic is so dull, stories are all we have, and nobody at all in YUK can ever say " i actually gave 99% of my awaking hours to the full job all round betterment in every way for my/our kid....  and knew that wasn't about  getting a better deal off Radio rentals for the rented Tv or expensive footy shirt a real parent explains even if it takes years, why their mates are being used by parasitical business classes who pretend to like football as they can stop off at the whorehouse on the way home back to their  leafier burbs... or use it as protection come some imaginary 'class war' in the vein of 'we support the same team' as Mad nonexistant- lower-class Maxwell is about to bring down the hammer from his very very expensive souped up quad.... and stupid homoerotic leather  jerkin BDSM gear if my memory serves me rightly ... trying to out-dandy the actual money always ...

actual poor peeps pukkapauper of mind, wear the cheap stuff always no matter what as they know  the posher clobber is all an artifice that gets in the way of all that matters, the actual politics

which is based on a few good lines of rhetoric even the 45 Reds got some of them in for gods sake...

Anyway sit among the supposed paupers for a while and it becomes apparent immediately how absurdly fussy they are ..

indeed just as snobbish as the official snobs

 

to be cont...it gets far more interesting even if i don't really know what to say as all that matters no 'working class' user would understand is there are only two, those of us who deflected (mustn't say 'sacrificed' or the self pity brigade will get a cheap thrill maybe even better than from using one of their arm 'tools' on themselves)very second of ones earning capacity to a kid no matter what state she is ion...and the others who waste their cash on ridiculously overpriced footie shirts and tattoos...

ahh yes in case i die during lunchtime nap, what a great line....

though it has to be woven in to the ultimate i am still stuck in a theme from a few days ago....

exemplar.... take a zoologists lad, and a lad who decides to go to Polly to study that 'calling'...

and compare them. 

The one who thinks he is going to be almost the ultimate kind of artists,  is only an "arrogant" pinprick of a man...

ahhh what was the line earlier in my head i am never off duty of courseyou couldn't say to the bourgeoismoaning betwixxed class " i get up every day no matter what at about 5ish  and see if there is something can be done or said even if no battery to do so til the BeTwixxen time of getting up at 7 or 8... " as they have brainwashed themSELVES into knowing there's nothing to get up for as they dont always put kids first no matter what...

the line ehh....

 that 'calling' (Hard as someone she studied 'it'too - its more dangerous than even ten Harveys lined up with hard hats at a big new fancy towerblock site pondering what design,  they can make within the penthouse.....).well ... if you get one of their pinpricks in you...it never ends well ....for the recipient of it...

as events seem to confirm dear girl

...to be cont....

very obscure for now just because i can..... 

be for now

DIE if you're mere voyeur, and it WILL be painful!

 

free substack audio the DE Botty lot would charge you many grands for, nothing

DEATH. I suspect mine will be far more tranquil than yours.

https://ralphschism.substack.com/p/death-i-suspect-mine-will-be-far

she said it not me...

 no, not them, even if they have so so much of the 'public conversation'....  theyre utterly irrelevant, will die as barren as they were so lifeless and deadsouls,  to have become

Indeed you have to go back twenty years, even within the so called 'insiders' - those absurd LONDONneurotix with their fancy so so nicelooking office furniture, and mountains of charity cash, distributed to man and woman,  lanyard bearing nicely haircut, nicely attired so don't-frighten-the-horses as you may have to go and pretend you are human at some childman's meditation class after paid work,  and EVEN poor once man man Layton the campaigner even then  "Simes  [nobody calls me that!] ... its all becoming so 'feminise'  "  none of whom dare even stop to THINK of their own real liofe story be they from failed (as they are now finding out as THEY didnt fight with the rhetoric dull day in and day out that the government no longer wants it to be legally default as we had fought for,  that Both Parents Matter  formerly the castratti of Families Need Fathers ... not one ever ever ever never mind the bimbos of even more modern day public conversation who will say ANYthing to make them look good... and never use their reallife experience, and anyway all youngsters should as my generation knew shut up as we had nothing yet TO say... such as many,maybe even most, men..... when they are around bringing up and putting them first no matter what - children, the men become a bit less monster....  be it mosnster-lite, confused, lost... extremely bad examples like liar Lennon....whatever... the only one thing that really does civilise tame many maybe most would be monstermen..is putting their  kids first and that means being there with them at the messy times especially...

and then we have her a year ago  - or to be more accurate last lovely sunny spring, best overall happy mood ever, and she living in Trumpington-on-sea  - on the face of it all smiles of course due the ONLY thing that the Swest is... transactional pretend 'relationships' and "community" - but only iof they can smell from at least 50m that your wicker basket has the most expensive kind of maintenance oil onnit... as they are laser self-trained from their only ever suburban, often Surrey, lair... or one should call a dull spade a spade -  den of thieves..

So yes especially according to their minor online brochure, Sister Bab's den iof thieves all the latterday bunch grabbing EVERY conceivable goody-goody grant pound going in fact they MAKE up need to get more which is all politics ever was, and every one over whatever vile "greentea" they drink sat age 60+ on the inherited cash ultra sublime seaside setting patio....  will say ' ohh we are above politics ..' 

...as she said " the childless ones my god theyre vicious and just endlessly chaotic societal vandals..."  

ergo

why they deserve to die alone in an old folks, so called 'home' where all the atomised fake staff are interested in is tranquilising them ideally a bit over the safe limit so they fuck off dead  before their time and they can have longer coffee breaks.... 

as of course happened to her own (war baby Prince " we won it rahh rahh we are the Kings of the world especially with our new modern architecture and Beatles suits - you my soin will, neigh have..inherited the world..." guaranteed to create madmen....the OLD rules knew that one millennia ago its even in the ancient Greeks except at least Creon had SOME self awareness.. which modern day 'public conversation' fakes as they cant think...as only, like the SUPERB  Virginian attempted to authoritatively guide us, mind blowingly... take a cow poke who wants to poke her "maybe... you might get lucky one day..... but only if you read the half decent books and educate YOURself...first... thats the only way MY knickers can be eased down.... ideally quoting some half decent Richard BAch about  Bridges being for hiding  from view, beneath... as theres nowt as queer as other folk... especiially with so many perverse public conversations for millennia its only ever PR rhetoric and speechifyin! " ... the only great lesson ever even Stendhal couldnt weave in nor really even  heroine Georgie girl.... ) 

 

so 'fila'

 plural of phylums

errata um

Son of The Zoologist on  - counterposed against his awful fake 'activist' far more look-at-me-ist...

songwriting moaner

The clue was always there, I mean who puts the word 'pinprick' (one word, not hyphenated, like his one dimensional very small brain) into a song? ahhh yes.... the son of one of them.

Not that one should care as when the barbies  - or indeed as farmers know - and it hasn't been updated, you take a little innocent lamb, and as soon as you can feel a bit of a 'drop' you put a rubber band around the bollocks and slowly bit by bit

they die.

But you needed the actual pricks to wave arounds in front of them barbs...one of them a few days ago cant be bothered, no point, revisiting her...

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b007qlvb/episodes/player

Guide to Life: Caring for ageing parents - and you

Woman's Hour

How to navigate care conversations and look after your wellbeing along the way.

I mean lets put it like this, the 'public conversation' which even a football hooligan from some lost town swimming in chipfat, takes is and err 'cues' rather than from the pool cue jambed in his mother's eyes.. (theyre speaking of in Parliament dont you know so said 'yesterday innit' )

from all the 'culture' be it your tv a sane person like me chucked out over 25 years ago - into the recycling bin of a poor lost Pole brought up only onnit....

even songs even if Mister Number One was only ever a fake and Imaginary real man, and previous beater-up of his first babe, 

(that explains her! shetoo 's from surrey! - i always knew when i first saw her on her extremely expensive bicycle faking Green homespun in the one place in Horrorfordshire one would say for years ' roll up your windows, dont want to breathe in any of the interbreedin' genes'  just ever so slightly serious-sardonic when what you really meant was a century of it being Grape central of course it was apocalyptic Wasteland, and hardly any kids 'fathered'.. poor Kington somewhere deserving of some pity... and she is their fake Green MP and will i am quite sure have been in the 'healing' sessions with their fake 'leader' who really did say 'my hypnotherapy can make your tits bigger'  well i do hope that the masses they used in their vile operation - as could be seen a decade ago, even then ' wanna get your dick chopped off, poor little vulnerable nipper, we're your protectorate...' which apart from having nothing to do with Suzi's River Arrow - in the year of ohh Lord what a lovely peaceful time right what can we DO? to save her river one hears from the fake man-of-the-people, a semi aristocrat from the 'Waterfront'  how his wife's aristo riverbanks he had monitored for forty years had elicited the fact: life down 99% percent...but of course being a user, of her cash and those Waterfronts he didnt actually care )

 So, no doubt about it all pondlife never mind being deadbrained ..a fila, underneath the just-about-alive top later ...

And that is anyone purporting to be in the Green party

(i wish i had screen shots well i do but theres a SEEquence... of how when Jezza the cyclin' gardener is sadly, SADLY, but rightly declaring war on his co partytrixess, nicely....  old, errata young Zarah  co 'announcer' of it .... well goes and does a rather a lot of other announcing and one has to believe always in 'free speech' but talk about having nothing to say, which is WHY she teamed up with wise old authoritative gardenin' grandad.... who actually had read some poetry and real books as he would quote from them.....rather than her doomscrolled feed only about her having nothing to say.....

anyway even if i rarely scroll anything much it was so interesting to see an obvious operation: " dont use my exact words, make up your own you lovely little growing band of brave rainbow-compliant  activists   but we need a HUGE sacrifice and very very many hours of yourself on the cause  - years and years of your life into it.... so please can you put snide censorious smug comments on anything online, Jezza saying 'why bother even reading these comments theres already one socialist democrat party already winning the polls.... and Mister Paulden can make your boobs bigger without pills - just looking into his expensive therapists eyes pissed on his own false version of Poland,  you fine young so called men...' and they did any even un'gender'confused three year old could see the pattern of them finest brave activist class who of course have all got cutsey Zacharette mugs and tattoos and....  when actually my REAL woman young woman candidate a decade ago they didnt even manage to be there for the interview they had prearanged and she  - mine..had actually cycled 20 km iup steep hill and down dale as she was really green and didnt want a motor, to be on time, there...on a saturfuckin' day.... they never even showed for the official interview and never even had the manners to maybe the followin 'working day' apologise to her.... .. ) 

Indeed a word picture - if there were any brave REAL arists i now know there arent  - a scummy pond full of decanted prozac piss (even Farming Today yestermorn i mean the quality of the worst journalist ever who's job it was to know that for years pharmaceuticals in shit have been known about even the thick mad  Mormon told me a year ago theyve 'discovered' it in his local River Wye... who doesnt know that iof you spread human shit on the fields as slurry - great use of waste product that isnt waste, shit being the basis of new life, if all the people OF The Wye valley - whom incame from Surrey andsuch...

are as they obviously are, spend  just a few days seeing the even 'richer' version in Upper Sourcelands, so unhappy and fucked up of course the 'slurry' is laced with Prozac and all their other 'tranquil' isers... 

But now i know WHO is to really blame....  especially as of course he was of the most 'arrogant prick-class...

Anyway if i drop dead before doing a simple less artfully cryptic   version for the one dimensional brained of the gatekeeper class otherwise knows as bimbos who are terrified of GREAT books like the Rachels, and  an actually sane non wife-torturer Dickens basically was, and i know Stendhal wasn't....   and thus only allow Elanor Oliphant had a bad day and if she feels not so nice it's so nice she can Jo Jo Moyes off to Zurich

what is astonishing and i knew a decade plus ago absolutely EVERYone  defines themself by something WRONG with them... and get to richer places and my my my they even more define themselves as something wrong with them that needs continual expensive cures

(and of course i shant hear from her again having made it clear " every man ive encountered through you first thing he says is whats WRONG with him...")

.....cont next post......

"son of a zoologist"

 well sort of counts

even if at the worst most pumped up uneducating 'system' (they've caught on at last viz em headless Iranian Mullers , except its not the only one full o' fundamentally fucked up uneducated dinosaurs who daren't even touch Thomas the Great Foreigner's  Extinction parodyin' them..Oxbridge so called 'elites' poor lambs . when Amis could only ever  merely attempt to outsmart-Alec his dodgy dad.... ) ever spun as even half an education being they miss out the important word, poor Dicky Dawkins brainwashed into omitting "   'maybe  ' .. this is what the rules of evolution were.."

As it don't look as good on telly theyre all addicted to tryin' to be on even if they false pretend otherwise

Stephen Jay not as sexygenic...  all his waffle and confusion as the great science of hedgehogs and foxes did discover (even if lost online on endless faery tales theyre all addcteed to) a meta study, thats a big propper job: " them, be they Stephen Hawk..ings or even Dawkins; politicians commentariat... power peeps....... whatever they are hawking to afford their kid's private school fees,   whom use the words 'is'  and 'are' especially if its  in a most assertive and beautifully Greek God certain kind of manner... and wear sharp suits ....   have been discovered over time to be scientifically verifiably less right than those whom mumble..'maybe', from out of their often bearded gob, too busy pondering or even mergolating on their likely hubris, to bother with all that  or care much about their  soupstained moth eaten old ties ..."

But of course effete Brito-lites cant ever actually learn from any real science...of them

or in a Fakebook meme-o-language, 

hubris is kindof maybe proven to be stupid 

None of my business as i was always on the maybe side of everything. Or almost...

 

metoo ("he was a man of the rocks..")

 .... yes, that's really all there is.... even if 'tneeds to be wordpicked 

apart

in thisterdawn's merguls (that was Suzi's word  - never rit online i looked, 

fair dinkum even if... god only knows

but then i did see her mum's 'baby book' rit theretoo.....)

Mine  - the one who i adopted, and adopted me, was a true Gabriel....  Oak... of a man, of the land. It's impossible to be more "feet grounded right innit"  

The ultimate yokel, peasant, even if fifty years on i still often wonder where his beret came from.

But yes a sprog of geologist, or biologist, even if secondodary next  phyla down from us - Ralph and I, all day all weathers out on it

often up to or wellie ankles innit

finger tips frozen half the winter digging postholes innit

exactly. dad... or stand in

engaged in this planet the one we wander meander even attempt to understand with science and speculations

As me and mine did all day long with our banter between this post and the next

We are simply of the several real dimensions

The rest especially them, engaged in or even "interested" in the design of their three artificial show-off dimensions

...well... now i know why his 'activism' always grated, fake, elevated

emotion, when deep down he has nothing

other than temporary artificial foundation. 

No basis for any so called truly timeless  'art' 

As maybe two folk above all almost personify

  

So, hmmm....

 problem is now that the official top-brain spokesperson has turned off the tap with his " ehh only a very small percentage have real pukka 'autism' [ errata it may be adhd i turned off my label-memory when i met her older lass up on the hill - age 10,  and when she came to play with my ferrits her incredible maturity and bright eyed confidence ... only lamented at 'her neurodiversity' ... even i would have been jea;ous at one with THAT emotional intelligence peeing out from her metaphorical hard hat mum demanded! - as essential trench

 dug around her battleground mind not her fault of course.... the swirly ever pervading, always, mustard gasses of the South EAst are always fatal as one sees in their Swest..] ... what is my magnificently good fun disorder, or how to create order... out of a battlefield of even her, a mental  corpse...

i mean yestereve the one i wished to reencounter  - the brighteyes.... there she is...

splendid!

perhaps there are however two word pictures one can sum them all up with:

1. you TELL them you were a mountain goat as a child.... and young man - how many variants of ' i was actually a pukka real shepherd on 'ills like them up there a bit more whelming as it 'appens... 10% population densty indeed nearer 1%,  the amount of playground visitors i now realise... if you break your ankle up there ALONE pre helicopter times.... basically nobody ..  if one were disabled due ones own fault at not having the deftest footwork you would  maybe even really die of Moth Winn's dehydration.... ' and you come up to a 15cm deep bit of river with two rocks in it spaced out an ideal 80 odd cm between them as quite satisfactory stepping stones even for someone bought up in a suburb.... and its no longer wellie season and my god they get all "  gosh drama.... you wont get through here take my hand drama drama.."

and 2.  aside a  quiet byway finishing off a slightly satisfactory meander-chat as SO many times before this utterly fake 'caring'  - its always the same look of near horror that a vehicle coming up will certainly flatten you, enjoying rare conversation, with them...  not one can listen " luv, a. ..i heard it from 100m back my ears work....and i assessed theres plenty of space for THEM to go around me out i speied long ago out of the corner of my eye fixed on your fine face... and b the fucking law is its MY fucking right of way... i own the space i am stood on even if i havent got on a  compulsory flourescent girly jacket... it is MY right to stand here still as long as theres space for them to crawl past aside us they do not exist to me i have rural zen.... as i told you.... and if they dont know that they should fuck back off to where they have nice painted zebras to sort out who owns what bit of the land..."

 So yes disorder... problem is it does or did kind of 'work' to ponder life as even the useless bard managed to Nobel speechify hiding  behind some device, " its all a Homeric Odd Essay"

Seeing or even to a small extent -merely in ones head, approaching it as if its a ten year long bicycle journey around potholes and the odd Siren...

and knowing which sports field i want to die on.... high up in her mountains

thing is... it's such a successful 'mode' to endure or rather persist

even 15 ish years of maybe Hemlock

when should it really end...?

And i certainly don't want to in any way define my life or even fabulous Odesseyitis by him..

but i did meet her

on his birth

and deathday

Forget them, its just such fun, being in one ..... 

Anyway back to business  a real insight i never knew why he - number one fizzy 'activist'  

was so utterly disatrous

I always pondered maybe it was the Surrey germline which had infected his brain with rugby balls, and one of the worst cases of fabnulism ever

And then, just thisterdawn,  i saw what

he had studied

 ...and...  well if there were one other excuse for her rather falsely 3d mind

of course.....

And someone else he said so too.

So, all i need is a tent, and....

 ......when i was a child i played with ferrits

{{{{{{Knowing that, all the rest merely 'divided' over which SHAPED,  stupid little leather  slippery thing they scrummidged over

Never mind that the fine Serbian "warriors" likely  played upon their actual playin' Fields with real children's heads... 

that small leather menboy artifice proxy for what?

well... the girls (old leathery bags) can't ever say, for all their 'etrodox

someone should indeed 'dox' em, merely [self confessed]  property whores like almost every other so called modern non0human :

"luvs..... youse defunct, dead end of your germ line, last stop on the tube you were too cowardly custard to put to use as your fey god intended; but its not about any line, it's only ever about one thing no  English flavoured lollypop 

[wow thats good LOLLY POP!!! exactly he always needed a name i never liked his birth one after all 'devils' aint born, and it's an insult to the interestingly redbrested so often come and accompany as I'm on the JOB in the land ..]

 .... the definition of narcissism - the wrong word for just opening your gob to say any old rubbish, rather than live between the lacunas crowding up the platform aSIDE THE LAST TUBE YOU MAY EVER SEE WHEN YOU GET BORED BEYOND DEATH OF YOUR OWN NOWT TO SAY ever [oops not my shoutin accidental cap and with the greatest methodical organisin' the worlds ever known only fifty percent battery  left no time to uncap...] .... chuck yourself from that 'platform'!  as effete of no use to humanity...  defined by  being unable to appreciate the fairly standard common as muck  cause and effect, being if you are childLESS and havent had sixteen years of Hemlock overgrowin' the back of your mind, always...and once again.... ....
.....of course you have time to write truly shit books and sit up all night saying drivel whether live-mic or not no one cares..

 that's nothing to do with actual reality I'm quite sure even stoneage BArb, 

who ACTUALLY always makes me larrfff even today as she was great culture and knew that if i can take my sunglasses off for just a minute and look that manky old gorilla in the next frame

in HIS eyes....

and explain

'my doll's bust! and ..ok fairdiinkum....you have at least some use to me beyond my sung - lasses, allowance.... ' 

and if you  really IS a man below all that ranty bluster,

you will get out the stormsure and put aside his so called 'tools' of cooking

or war, or beating up some poor bloke cos he's got an oblong leather one rather than a round one

and fix my broken Barb...NOW!...or the fuckelse!

whether or NOT you  be-seeded me, as   maybe daddy or not..'

its your JOB to put my needs first...be they a broken bit o plastic here and now or  figure how there'll be a little less of this campfire posturin and...make friends!  team up and make safer [sam harrises] 'tools' '

 

  

as had, you, for fancy 'personal' reasons yea or neigh

ACTUALLY bred,  you may have learned at least the modern version

 way over the heads of your latterday perversion...

I'm sure even in fine old once peace-broker Serbia

[rather than Gweek arms broker to the rest of the so called world]

had some kind of parable

he, man, who has child.... 

is a prat before he has child, fact;

wastes time playing scrummages 

sometimes thinking he may get a few yards advantage

 sticking one up the bum of the feyboy infront.

then later on with child 

as 80 odd percent may manage

he thinks more of how to have peace, and infact even avoid all those silly scrummages, with any fey boy girl, or whomsoever... on behalf of his child"

you barrenesses 

could never know as its called a Black Swan - it actually changes you, and often makes you adult, no matter what crap books you write monetising even some poor dead Kevin

never mind even if Lionel is quite right with her lasteryear '  compulsory niceness is the enemy of mankind.. '

and just copying a few of us who worked that out a decade back, as having a child makes your brain work better,  quicker as it's actually important what happens for the rest of humanity as you only care about the next generation no matter what... 

ergo, is defined by, if all the childless and sexually confused almost by default have the 'voice' well of course none  ever use it to explain simple little things like well those ragheads...  'stereotyped'  - soon to be illegal, as... hmm what, when surely their one most stereo  fundamental fundamentalism that actually makes a real difference...is generalising - yes we know illegal among the Narniacs of  Narnia twinned with Dumbosville, the one styereotype that matters even if a few others went and a bit backwards back into caelands, is  the grape really really does a LOT of damage and collaterally can ripple for generations, arguably even moreso that the dynamite ... so....

 rather than talk 'immo' 

maybe a character should be ehhhh... 

a useful seed for change..? 

a useful influence 

someone to learn from, positivley....

rather a lot of 'them' grape free "

oops lost track at least paid homme..age-too, [thats said...arrge..]   was going to be in there somewhere dont matter the pixie-goddesses know what fun i always have every single now dawn no matter what...merely pondering awaiting what never comes until i just start to vomit what needed to be said always in there as quite simply, us whom have a germline we love and have been close to, are different... real fully human humans no matter what  }}}} 

back to imagined sunnier shores, betented, handwritten note: " ehh up gdday fair dinkum....  my male chaperone here will speak for me now  ... see there's a football in the baggage as evidence... i was wrong I'm only 1%,  and really do know at last why i need to claim asylum...."