to be maybe finished by 1200ish ?
"Aware" .. even his brother - the only sane one's bro..
SO smug as if he caused some effect
(i didn't know that only two countries in the world allow pharmaceuticals to be advertorialised on their telly)
Even if she is far more viscous (as past episodes of at least useful rantin' against this and that mixed in with her useful biology info...) i persisted in fact found them the day i decided to 'research' what can never really be known but STILL defines oh woe is us the amount of supposedly good minds whom when one mentions the only 'hope' Mister Junior basically committ Mick-o'cide..." ohh him with the eccentric viewpoints" like fuck
And no one can ever accept that...2020 did in fact change 99% into.. even more hypocondrian stuff obsessives (essay soon)...
And still dominates everywhere except Elon's silly manosphere....of a child set to playing spacemen forever rather than grow up
But Britain is far more interesting (when five years ago: " when there is no one to vote for any more, then it is time to.. [be cont] ..")
British
"aware" - as popularised by the so called man who dyes his hair and just when it suits him - and his mate with sillier suits...finds 'god'.
"aware" of what?
All i know for a future generation, even if yes there are larger wars and even more children vaporised (daily inhaling, or just playing with, some lovely chemicals that belong, in an American's 'med' cabinet..or worse)
All i know is... well, Mahsa Amini..even if her demise just may have been over egged.. the way her SISTERS tried to stand up against the dinosaurs knowing they would be eaten alive...
And NO..body... not one from my 'sold out' generation even gave them a metaphorical high five over a half or on a walk...
And NO... body even remembers
I do... last time i had a great track passed over
Even if it took me a while to internalise the fact, it's just boys bein' boys and harmony still reigns
And just perhaps something that may stir the 'soul'...
(you have to be in the undercover dept to know the story of this)
If i had the electricity and computing power to even fix a few clips into one..i would mix
her last words...
The last words of Hind Rajab were "Come take me. Please, will you come?". Rajab was a five-year-old Palestinian girl who was killed by Israeli forces in the Gaza Strip on January 29, 2024. She was on the phone with paramedics for three hours, begging them to rescue her from the car where her family members were killed
into her great number
I wonder if it's still on her playlist....she put it on mine..
Even if just to remember that those Gulfstreams even the silly young men of rock are deep down all addicted to..
fuelled by Hind's last words as she became... stone... dead...as stone
out of which they seek the fuel to power their sillyboy Ayn RAndian jetpower.. despite.
Not even to spite - they wouldn't know how to...
But whom among all these last eighteen months deeply eye to eyed me into mine more than any..?
I think it just may be her .. Adventisting her way around but... in her heart unable to even now understand why a so many year school friend and adult friend... can cut her dead, just like that...
Well, i have many years experience of you essay...and that is the only essay worth writing - how indeed deep friendship or even love (i am not sure they know how to) ... the very bestest buddies... just a few years later can be as if it never
was....
And thus indeed challenging the whole project of what on earth it is to Bee..
"human"
I don't think it is an accident her Tolle ended up there.. preaching nothing, about anything, except " now... shall i run away and hide from the last supposed ..friend... until i maybe one day learn how to grow up.."
SUBSTACK AUDIO
Forget 'The Wall'. To quote RFK part 1, "quarantine" ['nice word for blockade'] is what you need...
about ..him.... all you need to know about where you actually live
(cameo performance within audio... others, to come..have dozens of alive ones...
(5 tonnes? 5 grands worth of steel ..left to rot... by another Rand-child so called man.... ) ++++++++++++
organising my clips..
and then
to do list
FIND MY NEW TERM
for those merms
a few weeks ago or was it 7 or 8 days?
get out the little film of him - allegorically him... and his poor bandaged patinated knee
remember the imagery of the stern tall serious man and the silly little pooch in a bomber jacket or whatever yet another load of prissy hydrocarbons is called
that really does sum IT...all up...
But yes ... Lottie asked can I, if i could,
what would i paint?
The image that came to mind's eye yesteraft
Joni's Parking Lot...
Filled up with bumper cars.
And every single supposed good 'influence' for sixty years - from Springsteen, to...
Streisand Fonda and ...almost Clooney...
(and many i forgot for now even if they just became history... not deserving even as large a footnote as Hind's hind paw..)
All frenetically foot on the metal... careering (yes right word - the angels do help) around on someone else's electricity...
glaring fanatical eyed..(not one ever having sat down with Primo Levi or Amos Oz the truest peacewriter of them all who spun it into its us too... so delicately - modern day Israeli's cannot even take a compliment i know ive been pimpin' my british passport most activistly the last six months... even if its expired... for the simple reason that only those who know a TRUE moral quandary from living in it...are worth being friends with... benefits or not...but even they cannot read ... )
All of them.. SAm HArris in lead bumper car having forgotten that hydrocarbons fuel his highly charged right foot...
Not one are able to say one sane or simple decent thing..
Just stop and think...
(and 'tell stories' - ok UK takes world record there in fake story tellers pimpin outdated rubbish to kids in fancy dress and a county council grant)
Not one... has one bit of grace
or actual dimension other than
their smiling face
And thus all one can say of several decades of nothing
At least Mrs Z... (i didn't know hahh hahh..)
did something i KNEW was impossible... many a yearnago.... actually like ...
rather a lot
rap musac
even if proving all modern artists simply have no brain at all almost ever.. that knows how to spell consistent
as long as it is a dual effort...
(" you really boobooed there babe.. no next billion for ustoo
methinks..")
But i wonder what "history in the making, part two" a line straight out of Bob Dylan poeticality, part two in
fabulous Rimbaud esque...
Does
NEXT....
I know nothing... except i have a reason to get to work properly fashioning some readable bits, watchable bits and my favourite medium, listenable bits...
soon.
Because anyway there is no one to speak with or even go for a walk with in Ayn-on-Sea..
A noncie..
Ayn....ancie
nope she was a fake too.. The Skunky one..
To be cont
... but i have to show profane
I live endlessly in profane unplanned moments, never ever sought i AM ferkin Siddartha as i will soon show in fact i beat him AND was ripped off my wages doin' somethin' even below El Sid...
but...
How to show!? ! ...ohh yes.. interviews from the last year may help
And many many photos but like the one great artist PeterJAchapman.com he writes poems that sort of explain his magnificent pictures..
as i too must do...as no one would believe whats behind them and i dont believe in this lazy Harrisian 'Budhuist' bullshit of things will be transmitted by some higher consciousness let the viewer decide for herself...
ehh thats why NO ONE cares about Palestinian five year olds blood running in the gutters of may as well be Hellstoned...
