"van" "nomad"

 Two words i truly decry (the actual word for 'hate' as i really haven't ever met anyone who actually hates anyone or anything despite that being made up the last 15 years... even the lost bomber boys of the mid 10s supposedly all had terrible sad daddy-issue childhoods.... and were largely seeking attention even if with big trajibombing bombs.... thats what one GOOD journalist felt he uncovered looking at life stories, nothing to do with me other than dadattachments were my life's work,  once...no point in UK the bluehairs won...) 

.. "van" - i have for several decades decried ALL machinery, indeed was not lying 2020 or was it 21... " looking for an Amish" 

I mean talk about a cruel irony...when there you are mid 2020ish... having thought what the hell ( licensed by Suzi at the river me reading Tolstoy...sadly in English...) .. " suzi you dont care about this hysteria... anyway all these truly sublime quiet forgotten lands around here....   even if Mark said and i trust him a fishin' man how even The Arrow is 97% down on LIFE... he had measured over 40 years his missus owning their cottage on its banks...  right im going to see if these pretenders on the modernday FAkebook actually mean it only because its free to join now closing 'Soulmates' from the Guardian...  

jihad... " here here little Amish...  we live in 1000s of sq acres of real Secret Garden parklands forgotten and overgrown...  you stuck in your cities..maybe its time you actually do want to relocate to actual nature rather than just stick it in your fake profile.... pukka Amish needed, but run away from the bibletoo...  and i hooked one last attempt...went through dozens of total frauds... compulsory profiling themselves as loving nature... not one wanted to come and even visit it for a  cuppa...  anyway this one the most Amish of all in fat i icebroke with ' wow you really do look 100% Amish in that lovely cotton smock and natural hair..' Suzi i got my first zoom date ever ... but talk about the last laugh being on me... turns out its this famous

Tammy

" real curiosity i have found in life thopugh.. from these awful eppelin coterie types...whist no one who EVER EVER has been connected to the world of reating music EVER can think outside of a really horrid box... basically ALL of music is set to the lowest common denominator of  the really dull Discworld kind of conversation, or rather grunts.. that the road crew are set to and all musicians have to be in tune with them or they dont get their drums tuned by the tuner... or even get plugged in i guess.. the 'crew'  of being On THe Road are so awfully cliche dumbed down in this cartoon comic-book way i found when i flew around Maiden or other such fakes...  they really are, were the first kiddults...  and it dumbed down the whole industry from grass roots smokin grass all day rather than growing up...  and reading little but comics... you would encounter the occasional one who found he could make it through a real book  while on the tourbus, or plane... say.. a Dickens and the whole world would know about it it became his bFDDGDFDFGDD     

(tearing out Gweek =) 

(RIGHT I HAD ENOUGH..i think that is an 'update' AI... that was taken in LANDSCAPPE...but now auto puts it on its fuckin side so i have to go and spend 15 minutes remembering how to edit it back to the way i fuckin took it....  this digital (as one knew 20 years ago is all made by fatherless syndrome absolute lost impossible to concenytrate distracted children)

brand ... name... ' he read one propper book..' and my my the whole bus knows about it, forever... all his insights ' i read in Dickens..' .. a not that good writer compared to Stendhal...or Elliot... 

And they all think the famously 'drug fulled' On The Road is good....  sadly, because 'road trip' or  even nomadding is a state of mind about the quiet NON moments..or hours..or days... when you move nowehere, have no plan.. go nowhere 

AND ABOVE ALL.. is free of being IN or associated with any machinery... it is about quiet contemplative times just having a chair at the sea edge..like Louise... if ones chair must be on wheels so be it...  but it is NEVER about the wheels..

or van

how could that ever be explained to a non English mothertonguer..??!! I am not sure if it is even possible, as it is also based on decades of subtle culture such as Sidartha or other stuff about simply living on...persisting... 

And anyway the PURPOSE of 'contemplation' or mindful actual ness is to realise if you have a child do NOT be nomad...stay put years... 25 even ... no matter what...to be available to them... always..no matter what... without an expensive ticket to the other side of the world between you...   

But...someone...knows, maybe....just aweek ago... .i gave up..forever... cannot be bothered... 

Did my bit...all the way... and need to kidnap a Louise or even two...  and we go make a REAL 'road movie' cos... i never met one so perfectly fabulously of the actual road trip to nowhere ...mentality... 

Certainly not the rather good drummer...and superb songwriter...

who, a whole year  her and I at least agreed on one thing Minnie is our Queen... 

" luv...  you cute little not-actually-Amish... first your walking for miles song became my meaderlope my hill song in mine ears.... and has superb exact meanderon momentum ion it.... and then  i listened to YOU at least 1 million times... [ in fact it was 10,000 views  2020...]  ... comparing you with our lifelong total goddess.... i mean i bought ALL her albums age about 23 i have no idea why but...

"in fact i educated myself BY our goddess... no interest ever in sweaty men and instruments but Minnie i studied every nuance every lacuna for years... and without a doubt her words guided me more than any fancy George Elliot even if she the best writer of the 1800s by far... except maybe Stendhal..i discovered only in 2023 on evil beach ... otherwise known as surfers paradise... here... 

" but TAmmy... stuk....at about the 1000th listen.... i concuded, not to get in yer nicks firmly planted behind ypu sad screen down there in your sad city... 

" you... were in fact better than our most in-common thing of all... 

" and.. its cos.. i really hate sort of drum 'n bass kind of melody ..pathetic...artless.. but if i tune that out..... theres akind of just slightly slutty real woman in there ... from Luton or wherever...i knew many of you in Watford suburbs and you were all great you were free...of pretension and fake politeness all of London seemingly dehumanised by....  you were... still are really... better than Minnie...  dont care if you get me ferkin blockeresterated even you seem intent on .... 

" the truth is all that matters ...one can only see 

if ones mind, is actually free.. you knock her off her rightful perch..."

no point saying anything to any "bird" in this country they think you  are like them (definition of a narcissist i would guess) and  are just making up words to please... 

except my... (even more hatecrime of a word) posse...of  fiveish sort of ... but very real...vanwimmin....  

really tiz a responsibility to GREAT real art...to somehow do something... even 'with' them....

One is even an actual 'indigenous' which is even more miraculous...