"now.."

 my writing is appalling.. i never have a second to spell check 

'simple' =  and in fact standing up to appalling Yank predictive devisification of all, which kills all nuance and artistic occasional playing with words......  with their 'autocorrect' which cannot handle REAL words like liminal or acedia or even  pseudeia (the Frog loved that word) or riffing poetically twirling words around ....as their absurd circus acts they show off with by default ( i forget the word for..One of the more exciting forms of fire performance, fire spinning/twirling combines both rhythmic gymnastics and different fire apparatus' to create an amazing display of both athleticism and art. Grab some fire poi, and twirl an aerial pattern for your audience. )

  so i always turn off all auto everything and strip out all apps except  the real basic few... 

But for now must stay appalling especially as autumn mornings  slow down the finger jabbing

However... this - my line, take.. always given freely...

Is only a last chapter part of something far more fun..

And worthy of publication, soonish..

Four years of fully chronicled, book within a book...almost .. podcast worthy - REAL podcast that is...

Ongoing very difficult "Art of relating" to one of these fraudsters except i think she saw the light.. the real one.. 

from our first chats ( several years as i told her i needed to carefully protect myself from potential co conspiracy charges to money launder or whatever her game was.. as i initially acted spring glorious spring 2020 as her land scout regarding her fantasy of ' i shall save the world with an environmental seed experimentation centre..' had even me fooled.. through 2 years later our hilarious public  holding to account in front of her many year visiting friend ' ehh.. right...you said boxes of books to be donated to my kids last year who couldnt get stuff out of libraries.. then there was that promise then i put you in touch with Mrs Pilates to deal with your chubbiness and wheeziness issues.. that was a real friend i ...you let down... ..stop love.. you are a train wreck..'..) 

Through to the ultimate bridge (the toughest rantiest "bird" you will ever meet.. single daughter if a Surrey Major... )

where we still chat an hour most fortnights on exactly all this... or rather she has had Socratically wedged into her new woodburner .. every hilarious word already, of  infact why even her friends and even her sort of on that con..... " ohh i go to my Gurdjieff workshops  in Hay" .. she saw one amage himself and nearly her for a while...so not only has she been rescued (though of course would never admit it) ...  but she laughs ..near pees her pants

at my humanist rants

on the dog and bone

and as she knows but curiously never refers to..

every word recorded..

for me, for posterity (so my daughter knows the truth of what happened in her region of birth)

But i can quite assure..its TEN times more laughs than even lovely Sarah H.. 

And the amount of times the toughest "bird"  in Britain (as she well knows) .. especially the last year, i really let go ALLL the way..laughs out loud and  says " you really really nailed that  - perfectly... i knew so many just like  that... " all utterly unrehearsed..all pure tension in that a few years ago the phone would often go dead... 

All, a master class on the most  perfect form of socratic or ..?? 

1. relating to the logical discussion of ideas and opinions.

   "dialectical ingenuity"
2. 2.

   concerned with or acting through opposing forces.

   "a dialectical opposition between artistic translation and transcription"

i dont know how to describe - a battle to the end... a truest ever vicious war.. 

of real 'spirit' 

that ended in a hilarious

draw

well, not really cos i never change my opinions ever just... lean in to the enemy and .. find they are real "humans"  too... even if it takes nerves of steel

And help from the goddesses as its not 'ME'... i could never make anyone always laugh every chat we have... 

But i still can't get her to DO..anything 

It is all however worth sharing... one day soon..maybe the odd beep needs putting in...

As she never actually despite being Jenny Come Lately [2020 to The MArches due MAYBE 'inherited' dosh or maybe Oligarch washing machine.. i still dont know i often joke to her face or nowadays ear only]

undercover spiritual Queenie.. conjob

Never made it her  job nor took money for her even more 'special'... 'elite'  hocus pocus... 

And never even got around to having a Fakebook -  a bit too drunk, and ranting against the EU, in her pub of Farrages... most evenings... to bother

(there are no enemies or other side..merely those we may just possibly  find common ground with... on some solid mother earth at least...in that particular case shetoo knows that the way the so called 'spiritual' tribes also colonised ALL 'green' initiatives and then did nothing ...but vudu to make sure they were ruined by " i do a different more special kind of yoga WITH added vibrational big words, to you...so i shall not be offering you a liftshare to the planning meeting to block the next CArgill megga sheds.. and anyway at the last minute i couldnt make it as Moonschild had a  beautiful emotional expressionist evening where i didnt want to interrupt his her their spiritual outpouring of wholsesomeness  and three year old divine insight into the harms we do out of spiritual vibrational unipolarity with indigenous  nature...which i will turn into a clicky  poem for the Fakebook...[clique]" )

And i know EXACTLY where the line is that the 'mortal compass' is aligned to

Any fool did decades ago