No little fancy pants can divert me from my schism-task... even if perfect holiday weekends are necessary...after all you - you i mean... ...are so exhausting with your assumptions, and judgements and knowing you are on the path to perfect ferkin whatever....when in fact you are just too thick to read HER hemi, God's, book and take it in...it is not about economics...
"It is the best genius of this century. Demi Leb as you....
" it is THE weapon with which to take down the whole towering ponzi scheme of wellness, fancy healing, silly counselling, utter bodily obsession that has taken over the last few decades... thirty years ago people got stuff wrong with their bods and didnt make t all they ever ferkin talked about...and the sane ones who actually WANTED to live... walked the hills, built their fitness back up under the SUN! so their immune systems themselves at £0 a treatment... treated the nasties that always come along... the body being a SYMBIOSIS of many a parasite and dodgy little invader...
"rather the £50 a jar of ferkin fancy snake oil with a pretty label... [all photographed yesterday ...even here - the one place used to be sort of earthy and ok...turned into a wonky self pity fest of expensive bullshit...]
"Talebs Black swan is ALL you ever need to know.... ALL... of curse they cannot read it and extend his genius metaphor into their lives too, that when an ACTION happens... a change in ones life, environment, lover, sexual position.... getting the fuck up at dawn... HAPPENS...is DONE.. which is the past tense tense of 'DO'
it is humanly IMpossible...to know how one 'feels' after that DOing...
IMpossible...
NOT possible..
'NEVERRRRR..'
Which is precisely the opposite of what these control freak neurotic little pipsqueeks of the 'wellness' or similar 'workshopping' worlds preach...
I preach
'THERE ..is...NO ...MENU..'
which of curse means their menu....and i have lived a life...fairly wisely and definitely aware of my emotions and mode of BEing.... the worst fuckin nuclear bomb to your soul....several times.... even my whole identity of 15 years ripped from my heart and face... worse than being gang raped by a load of lost badly brought up Serbian loons, cant find and mossies to have their fun with..[EVEN IF CROATIA STARTED IT!!!!!!...and according to some good historical texts i read this winter, Serbia was in fact known for centuries as the PEACE making people more than not].... that no one would wish on their worst enemy... may be the thing that cures you of...yourself... but GOD-Taleb showed us in beautiful metaphor... you can never ever know what it will be...
if you wish to be proud, i know you do not need...
indeed, you do have something real to be proud of in your heritage...
Now try to..learn from his words.... no Brit can understand them as there is no money in actually being no ferkin guru...
nor self regard... nor instagram likes....
you know when it works...medium, long term.... but you can never ever know...yes we know except for having a babba...i see you doodled long before we met....so i know you do not lie...
... that is what will truly change ...you..us, did me....and how..
hairy little monster lazy lunchtime sleeping slob....you gone and disturbed my flow.... but because i believe in MYself...trials of burning coals... generally in this region of the supposed goddesses but they are lethal and so dull....
every word, and little video planned for upload from now or in fact from Friday...
is still in my head...
i care
about my purpose, this here...now
because i know that my purpose is fine... even if my reader will be too wonky to take it in...but i did do the WORK...over may years, for no purpose.other than to search for good words from the best minds... in LITerature...stories...
How to live...via Leo T
How to live, via Georgie E and her Silas the best...
How to live or nowadays just tolerate the ...well everyone...stuck... not alive...
No guts backbone or even belief in themselves...
I believed yesterday and told that 21 year old lass in front of her mum and stepdad him much taller than me
" shut the fuck up... your first few sentences to me were sparky, gutsy...you wann'ed a scrap....you are different you will remain different no not Lgee bloody tea
no one gives a fuck about...
really...
you actually see through the cant and vanity and want to find some genuine identity that is correctly counterpoised tothe fuckup your mum and me
made
of your society...
fight...is good... but read some good books to for gods sake...you mean your school and uni let you get THIS far without making you read just ONE book that isnt 'How to be a ..load of cool fancypants' rubbish manual... that is just wanking....
living is going into someone elses head TOO...only literature, and the few great songs who take you there briefly... can start to train you to...DO!!!!!!!!!!!! ...i was world champ atomised little git, but you can only DO when
too
you somehow find true alliance...and that means being in them, their mind
too...
a bit at least..
i saw GREAT writing five months ago... a woman took me to her quayside, as a 'bird'... her mind, inside it i saw... so vividly... she just told me what she IS ..or was then, her raw being...she didnt tell me WHY..or how...just WHAT...and thus ...i learned...and also questioned - MYSELF... what was she, how..i thought FOR myself...and for a moment was inside her... or maybe.... but that is a start to being real...human....modern ones that is...not zealots stuck in the stone age"
"man... ehhh... hey shake my hand.....i get you..... wow...... she will be ok her blush only minor....I am ...
your
friend "
