.....eu sou constante
ја сам константан
Or even, I am not you
Ever.
But several years - two and a half really.... though 20 and '21 the fascinatrix years....
The way they were all online ( except Suzi) preaching to the world this performative utterly made up dominatrix ... or dominatrice, image ...
Desperate for actual real ' connection', which means if you live in the ' environment' which only starts around the borderlands of Eng/ Wales.....the wilder places.... someone to fix your motor, or tollerate her stupid father's heavy drinking....
They all ticked the boxes ( greensingles snake oil site the funniest, owned by Californian madmonsters of the transcendental bullshit farming operational con... who was she the 'locolady'...? the train driver... all "I want the Good Life on a small farm"... and yet every word that dribbled from the side of her Southern drawl that night was their dominatrice drawl on demanding some version of "human" that never existed, except in Eckhart's perverted utopianism .... which i know, sadly, perverted pretty much everyone....such that..) " growing our own veg, and [ propper, which is beyond audio range of their machines] countryside walks" was a fantasy and dangerous one, too...
Because they don't actually WANT that deep down....
As, if they did... they would live the way i have for 30 years....
They would have DONE it....
In my case never the money to buy even one acre of my own....but when i thought others may have meant it, there was always an ethical way....
As in early 2021 the " shout out" for others to share - mutual benefit, in writing, crystal clear as once unpolluted waters, no vudu crustals involved. . 5 glorious acres.... i had done a year headbanging work on the compulsion and ' trauma' addled lonely landowner
Forget... waste of several years of time...
Especially when the one with her " twenty free unused acres... land registry says so... up on my mountain [ sic]..." turns out to be ranty breakfast tv addict and the usual melodrama addict.. why no one had previously taken up her... ' offer'
Or if they had... those easily manipulable Latvians she would moan about... it hadn't ended well.
None of my business except in a Voltairean way the 'truth' of the actual ' environment' ( which starts at about Pontrillas or Titley or Clun if heading West from the suburbs- all East and South of those places is) is thevway from 20 years ago the bullshit space cadet talk flooding in from Londonistan then its suburbs of Totness Bath Hay etc.. utterly destroyed actual necessary permanent loyal cooperation... cos the high priestesses of all that crap, cannot even be
constant...
or know... that is surely the purpose of that ' therapeutic' paradigm...
blessem....
Me, i got control of me, decades ago, only by 32 years ago divesting control to little new " humans" ... who ... well.... of course they are in charge if you love 'em
And finding compromise, rhe only key to being " human" is always the one greatest art: theatrix.
Your Eckhatrixes wouldnt even imagine they can do cos ....
ones' 'self obsession' ( i discovered 15 years ago via herthen) is all there is, for them....
Who never got to this level, here
Being constant no matter what..
Pastylandshire's utter lying cunts not paying dues.... just make me poetically laugh....
Bur then i also know all they all think of ... is money...
acres of gold...
And how they can ' manipulate' some old geezer into passing it on to them...
Whilst every word that comes out of their Babel gob [ as i have heard 18+ years.... this nothing new] is ' manipulation' ...
And what do the actual philosophical have left..?.as it hasn't been possible to speak rationally and FACTually with anyone except mountain hillfarmers for years ... in YUK?
...Are we in the mood for Mister Ritter's version of tomorrow, which is nuclear gobbiness ...? so so knowingly broadcast to us all...
Is one in the mood to enjoy a bit of " 60:40 you're all gonna fry or nuclear winter, freeze... within a few weeks.. and here are the Johnny Military minded, inside track reasons, why..."?
Lasternight, i was...
As only one... well two really, voices... do i love, no matter what...
thats not called " unconditional luv", luv, cos i believe no words ever uttered on this sceptic aisle, ever... it just
simply
is
love
( though i do only set my bearings, by actions... to BE, a Double Down fan... is an action... extraordinary...)
