So, five good ones in a fortnight

 

Well, at least I am a splendid half breed....*

 A few days ago

...  dancing to the JOBvibe....

Pondering: "i needed jokes about that lot but really the best one is,  my god two of....them....a purebred! .... that's something to have righteous indignation,   self pity about... ! that's a true bit of genetic maladaptation, by design or not...."

Even if I know who is the latterday spawn, 'devil' too big a word for such a ridiculous failed so called 'activist'.  one of them...i spied. Indeed even frogspawn would be  an insult to fine frogs...in his case. And why the Waters are fucked, too...

* nothing can ever be as funny as when the funnies just come - as if in three dimensions. Infact four when you stick in the 'emotion' the likes of fatty McGilchrist could never understand whichever right bit of his left-behind brain he may attempt to sell you for hundreds of quid....Unlike anything in their three dimensions ever having any simplest lines, of wots right and wrong or at least telling the truth....eventually. Indeed bring back not crime hatecrime word crimes  - not for the words, but the smugness, never mind that hubris  self pitying scotch addled I'mrightiness....

That even err got munched up by... but then i needed to know just how utterly needy they are....

Anyway  ... now all i know is that there are some patterns that one might just about manage to have left behind in your right brain.... 

Which knows exactly where the line is - and that's all there ever was, living up to that god only knows why.

And classical music should be banned. too.

 Was to be entitled ...The rebel.

But no, no point, even her fine back whitewashed by the pastel chalk of the DeBottites ......

Fool me to think that even one had any nuance or even comprehension that they could slow down, and actually include the 'community' they overran.  Often in an expensive designer joggin' top. With marshalls around to make sure they didnt slip in a cow pat.

And getta black eye..or face

Who by five years ago had made their stand.

Sitting

In THEIR stockade.

His little bandstand. 

Even if it was paid for by 45 grand of PUBLIC money.

Some yokel wanders up and tells a story.

Yokels know that a bit of real story is the key to cutting through their one dimensional terror of their real stories.

Who they really were before they came and pushed in to hinterland. saidelands gov dosh....

With their Paperchase and Powerpointy paper habits.

so innocuous but when they got onto lanyards, well of course there was no stopping the cuts

to their other dimension 

" .... forty years ago i pinched an LP from someone...

"look....this exact one here look modern technology does little but at least i can show you the exact performance and opus or whatever showoff nomenaclatter you want to shoo the plebs away with...

 

" now, he, the victim of my pinchin, always troubled me.....  in fact he had even defaced it with his name in his most flouncy handwriting on the front cover... [RC] 

" but over the decades i have road tested it.... 

" thirty years ago  when the only one of you ever worthy of the term natural woman arrived one day for tea, Mrs 'Thinking Man's crumpet'  Francine of the Money Program... [ wow i never imagined that, thank god for having to look up her military Industrial complex roots -  she's a HALF BREED  - that's why she enjoyed a jolly good flirt that day at the COOP  twenty year back, even if a bit thick due her Oxbridge other half, and didnt actually know what my word of the day that day 'lacuna', meant:  basically something between the sheets   ... and there was me uneducated pleb i could reel off a story to even describe it.. her trying to be prescriptive which is always so dull.] ....to see her worst racist bigot endlessly 'anti gyppo' mother in law, my landlady ....   i chose him this exact version as THE only one which would do, for the just possible meeting with an actual goddess... full volume blaring out of my bedroom window just above the front door she would have to arrive, via ....

" which if nothing more proves truly great art can transcend the sad problem, who once owned it...

" so prey tell me.....we now have TIME space  you can't run off to the next cliquey gathering of ex city people who have moved here  reading The Guardian on the way up and going on during their drive to see the estate agent about 'ooohhhh look at this article about how the city folk have bought everything in the stix, even the ones so full of mould they near half kill you.... so the poorer stix folk are now  unable to afford to even eat....   its terrible. truly truly awful.... ohh what time did you say we are meeting the first one today mustnt be late as were the first in the queue for this one an absolute steal we'll have enough leftover to buy one of those shepherds hut assets, too, in the colour supplement it says  theyve already doubled in  price. too, now that every Southerner is starting up a start up to charge hundreds of quid for a weekend in one of them now travel abroad is a bit less attractive..'.

" i am an innocent, rather Candide actually - just a wandering fool, i listened to your rehearsal just then you're all quite good even if the sun and fresh air is clearly bothering you all, and you have to make SUCH a performance about hiding from it in the Presteigne community 'barn' you only get to use if you've sucked HIS knob...

"so let me ask you, quite neutrally.... I am not an expert even if i have listened to it hundreds of times.... i suspect it is but i shall bow to your wielding of the bow...I a non player a mere consumer defer to your years of expertise and living the string instruments you love to show off with.... i need to know.... is the Ivry, like right there... top of the pops,  top rated by you insiders.. THE sublime.. .. the  crème de la crème ?

" who... never even heard of it.... ?"

" well i can play it for you let me have a quick search and here we go.."

Which sounds a ridiculous non-point. 

What was the point is  not just the ignorance as the years since i know i am right.

But the arrogance, the inability to actually take the time and space May '21 my my there was still lots of that... to talk through any kind of process to educate another not in the same club, not in the same clique, of fearful little moaners just about a few flies...

Just hubris. 

Mere hubris.

Exactly the same kind of hubris that added to the eradication of Ivry's kind...

Except ..... 

Nobody bothered much in them fairly sane eighties to go back forty years

knowing that .... subtle nuance, 

rather than some fiery dance

Primo..... in all his books, even on nasty chemical engineerin'

 

Somehow managed

no fireworks, no confected performative 

EUREKA i got it!

In the Wasteland of the Worst Journey in the even Pashley [ thats a private one me and my non existant so called fake god] Gerard's World....

If Primo were alive and tweeting today, I'm quite sure he would have on auto-meme

Even if in the wrong order but to be all Inclusivite:

Amos and his 

not one word of any made up sky faeirie....

merely an actually grown up nuanced word picture utterly perfect about how its all a bit of a big bowl  of cherries...

And you ignore the godly

Never mind his perfect little Fanatic

about how even the shmaniacs could be Cured

If they read some real books, by "humans" with their feet on the ground and caring about who owned it too.

But top of the list surely 

Who any younger prejudiced cunt will leave to the bottom of his great movies list as absolutely no way an ANYone make anything vaguely interesting never mind deep and meaningful out of her Yentil stew...  

To be proven not just wrong but a complete prejudiced cunt

So deep and meaningful it was far too intelligent to get its rightful propper big gong in all their "controversy"

Rightly having a dig at the way all so called Abrahamic religions are sex starved pigs at the trough of some very samesexual stew

And babes aren't allowed in unless they steal a cassok  with a jock pouch, when nobody is looking 

And then we fill in hundreds of others especially Poliakoff everything he ever did utterly modern real actual modern Enlightenment no mere gentile could have come up with....

Even the movie that proved Kubrik was the greatest genius of ALL time, and did have shamaniac powers of real second sight.....

predicting how the "stone agesssss" gave rise to a bolshy prammy baby man coated in orange plastic

Heller and his Catchy number

Kafka for gods sake!

TOP Peep of The Book named forever.

It being hardly likely that Jojomoyesesque is going to enter the English language even if it should....

And even HArvey's great one 

despite abhorring ALL fast or showoff motors 

Just about the greatest movie ever from which lastersummer we got the very to Driss, which isn't in any of their awful bibles or other  instruments of taking everyone back to the Stone Age, as rather than do what WILL quite likely make one unpopular and have some lanyard clad bossyboots saying " no you can't do that there may be some risk..."

Driss knows that if he can pull it off even if his boss or best buddy or two fer, would have said "NO WAY EVER..it wont work and if you try it i'll end up even more shameful " 

So he just Drisses - he DOes what obviously needs DOing despite all the scaredy cats and arrogant pricks.... for the obvious benefit of someone else.

DESPITE someone else.

And if it backfired or didnt work at least he was aiming for the stars...

Ohh that reminds me ... 

Even if i have a Zimmerbabe in mind - nobody makes me cry

she did yesteraft 

And her girlfriend i do wish they would keep sex, or the way you swing - no fucker gave a fig leaf for in them finest eighties,  out of it 

when the ferkin Apocolypse is so intelligently under investigation by the ONLY hope....

Back to them later.

And theres this one.... even if a bit lost sheep going religious for a while

Never mind his actually even greater song 

where the NOT wonky wanker sugar addicted not exactly nuanced and thoughtful

Dickens  name came from

 

the so sheepish 

of places like Gweekish 

wouldnt know about as they're so one dimensional too when it comes to their playlists

just copyists

to be cont

 

Well, compare and contrast...

 A great writer, irrespective of her sex or persuasion

And which tribe at any particular time was in Jenny Cidere... domination.

And one who had even me conned for so many years, 

assuming it was some deeper double entendre for something more than his pained little brain.

And even worse truly pity-me; whoop whoop look at me and my pained  performative countenance

Counting the clicks to nothing

And especially no  great rhetoric

That said, it made sense. As soon as i took that slightly deeper dive, into who were the dads and what persuasion did he take up...

As it's always one dimensional, even if supposedly working in three.

Problem is, having taken it for a run around the block

at an always slow walkin' pace,

roam in them hills,

and  test on the job.

A month.

Even if one must never ever for one millisecond take any notice of the commendations,

recommendations, and especially words of little pinprick musicians - as they always are

That's the 'take' from life.

It is indeed the best one ever....

 

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