'now' - the real version of now, and 'power' - no such thing...
Even if for several years - especially dealing with the sweetiepies of Chretianity..
I concluded all - at a personal small regional level of one's personal 'space' bubble..of froth, is about power - me I've just never been like that I am so off in my own quite content bubble..
Via good books and knowing - especially when discovering Pilger age about 26 or 7... I am nothing, no hope ever of being such as scholar as he was... and actually having real reverence for those whom do...did... the WORK...
The hard work of chronicling reality... you essay and her little lapdog..a mere chiwowa..
i can't spell that silly creation nor can Oggle (the internal version here)
Anyway all god's creations are for some 'reason' ..maybe..
All i know is if there is some actual 'god' or disembodied 'intelligence' rather than a maybe hologram, absolutely no one knows what the 'deal' is..
And this do works ear on this plot of land...
Meaning universally...
And ..above all ... the language the use of words in the 'English' speaking chunk..
Has in my last twenty years especially in that place meant to BE about the 'word' ..become only ever some episode of that thing used to be on TV as a kid with the music out of twin Peaks way before TP was... (their awful OVER THE LINE 'bible'.. )
Ah yes DAhl..Tales of The Unexpected - prostituting the rational mind into something all a bit warped...for no reason, the moment the British so called 'cultural' gatekeepers all clearly lost it..
As real life - no maybe surreal othernesses, we can never understand, is TEN times more interesting ...
Anyway.. the walkers yesteraft on The Track it is as if ... hmmm...it was like the last episode of a dreadful Dahl ( i never watched as i knew it was the day the ..musac..died) and he had grown up...
She kindof said " why don't you just write all..anyway.... online.. " words to that effect.
The best word 'splurge'...
Just as Montaigne the first Rennaissance..
You see there we are even tagging him Rennaissance man is a duff terminology about nothing..
Maybe all there ever was is letting go..
As he did so magnificently as the first (i believe ), ' blogger' via his paper pamphlets just rolled out... because he could.
Even if i hate and never use the word blog, or vlog..
Just let go and splurge ..chronicle, reflect..
As close to the 'truth' as you can be..
But of course it always comes down to a real force rather than her imagined 'energy'... love.
Some silly man using their Instagram - never mine, to " ehh up your allowance ends in 38 days" .. i do not believe in one paragraph sufficing in any kind of communication ever...
And anyway Montaigne guided many over the centuries into something slightly more grown up...
I can never ever find in any latterday self regarding 'writer' or online communicator - and that i discovered fifteen years ago so nothing new...
So....
All i know is... that for four wonderful years i really did let go..nearly all the way... (once more)
But this time it is better
than before.
Fifteen ago.
But the even better thing is simply npo one ever actually can deal with "HUMAN" ...SIMPLE.. words.. that Montaigne invented undreds of bloody years ago...
such as if you VALUE someone - for whatever 'mystical' reason.. i don't understand, rationally...
Then write to them the actual truth of the sad bunch of thieves you met her among...
That is not 'love' so much as simple Montaignian Renaissance values...
i.e... ehh satan
small s wasn't booked into her 'healing' festival
of chalatans
as satan doesn't exist... but simplest cant and vanity
always ends in tears
all one ever finds ever since
ehhh.. they neglected the simplest message within Mister Perrin
(i have the audio made also which goes to my new walking only site today i guess)
set out you table of 'wares' for sale
(even if one saw that trend 'by donation' tricky lot they are)
And without any actual latter day trestle table turnover specialists they realised many centuries ago, is part of a healthy 'democracy'..of sorts
You're in trouble and it ends in crocodile tears
everywhere
All they can sell you.. literally
So.. long time i have been awaiting the period of life to just settle into
As she didnt say but meant
splurge gracefully..
walkers on Tracks know what grace is...
Especially as subtle simple universal wording seems to have been forgotten
You wait until SHE is back from holidays back home with her stump for a hand..! a woman of total grace..
As we stood 'pausing' outside her 'community' centre and i thrust forward my right hand to hers that.. had been left behind in the wreckage of her ..(by her own admission) rather bourgeois, once abode..
And she laughed...
" come with me....
let me show.. the pictures..inside in the darker light so i can laugh with you at the bomb craters in our once front room.."
which isnt fucking funny as she can never hold her lovely child's hand again as she needs two one to hold the fag one the mobile and...
But they all seem to think it is deep down we knew decades ago...
fake 'concern' is the enemy
( i am rather impresed with few except Mister Ritter his recent letting go i have to say, bravo.. but i doubt there will be an 'encore' as talk about making yourself public enemy #1... unless the 'public' are trained to remember what "human" was... SELF critique actually considered godly!.. he is toast.. brave man as he has the intelligence to know that....even if he didnt have the intelligence to watch Deer hunter and be well educated that ALL war drives everyone nuts even fabulous walken... and the mothers of Kington forgot to tell their blown up children that...instead they parade their bereavement ..on the pavement... as if it were some new invention just because... [ of what exactly i have no idea! if you actually DID 'love' your kid you force feed them Deerhuntin'.... and put them on the naughty step for not listenin'... " i wont mourn you if you are STUPID enough to run off and join up yet more silly dynamite fandome clubs.." .. nope the exact opposite.. THAT chronicle yet to be fully retrieved but i will soon... to think i used to fancy her ... divorced.. rather sprightly in the Isles of the Ooop.. until i saw her actual ..as if she had been waiting all her life to perform... what they all adored as if Susskind had drugged em all...which in fact is what happened...)
Which is for me to dot-join and weave into something one day....soon
That... stands alone as .. life affirming Montaignian pamphlet on .. bully for me i survived..
So.. here are some maybe tips on how i did...
And then somehow the next phase would be ..if you LOVE someone .. truth hurts..lies damage... " but of course the snowflakes - even if they are too middle aged to be sweetwater anymore... sulk even suggesting truth may be good for YOU...no one else - the rest the British ones were ALL thieves).. maybe not you...
And i have her diary.. and all was recorded always for my own safety... and is simply superb chronicle of a reality no one even stops to ponder..
Anyway Miss.. or Missus..Track.. yes splurge..
But thuis far it aint ytoo graceful..
and i only been vagabondin' as the weather is ok...and one must use good weather for being out... prior to bad
