The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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Even if blessem' they tried.... the whole lost-their-way three hundred and fifty million fatties...
(wow she was amazing for SEVEN " mongrels, mum, are the best.... wow your dad from Grenada i used to wander their old spice market ... in the days before it became compulsory to use a bottle of Old Spice just to walk 3 km of the path....mine..... i think that's now official..."
"my new daddy he is from Grenada too but he's ok... he is actually present.."
"when i was vagrant hobo vagabond pilot bobbin between your West Indian Isles even late 80s there was a law: pickup any West Indian Isle and the Islander samelot you could assume it would get airborne or was it a Trislander max 18 seats i forget ,,.anyway if it were maximum passenger numbers ten if we popped up to the US Islands Puerto Rico or US virgin Aisles... we were actually limited to eight passengers as it was assumed they would all be big blobby Teletubbies even back then...and that was the law ...you are so svelte yes i believe you a marathon runner, rather than eater...".)
Bet that was the only time she was almost an artist....
On OUR Old Grey....
Whereas our lass....
Well if she won't write 'it' i will imagine it....
The look on their faces as her posh clientele who cannot even manage to do their own cookin' at Easter... writhe in pain at the either food poisonin' or maybe just... culling
The last bite with their platinum plated old fake teeth
Anyway, here, now... well actually the morn before yestermorn...
(my tans just grown and grow more territorial in response to... the WAY the snotteratti are round here is
...not in the tourist guides...)
Now, apart from, as my fellow Banshee
apreciatorix agrees, " i never even imagined in all my artistic dreams how many yoga togged up babes you may see ... even if many are well past the 'yummy mummy' phase of Holford's evil Empire of supplements and drinking your own piss, decanted into fabulously Conran Shop Styled piss jars ... to stay 'forever young', pullin' into the more rural or coastal car parks, in 75 grand monster trucks... i bet just fresh from a bitchin' session on the 'environment' at Yoga central.... and this in a county where there are no farms as all the retreat operators bought them up to con more YMs they are 'feminine' just cos they bought the fatcat priced ticket.... on Rupert's Monsanto 'redundancy' payoff when they sacked him for being to fey.... this in a county where there are no hills, no ice no snow not even much mud.... no farms except yogamamma farms mainly farming bitter twisted babes too bitter and twisted to have been mammas.... it is pure DIVINE COMEDY.... [i need to read that as he started it all!now i have all the time in the world i can] ..."
" yes i agree ONLY true Joan Osborne rit ultra sedition and irreverent Rick Mayalese can....save us ..now"
ehhm yes... but still a BIT hamster wheeled and unsure of who to be...
But i am not stupid unlike Little Miss "DM me for change"... they dont... cannot....you have to work with what you have and facts
The best ever a week ago was it now, wandering so sincerely and inncocently ..on owl day the reprise...
" ...ehhhmmm i think she has realised it is a place full of so much HATE ...."
Which sadly whilst fact is in lacking immo language copied from FAkebook - my ohh my the one dimensional swamp they inhabit
Firstly you have to give Monty Pythonesque loving names (that hate the sin never ever the sinners as there aren't any, only lost stuck sheep) to even 'hate' fille places
In that Shitcreek became Hatesville...
PURELY as her art was magnificent despite not growing up so she had learned that by 52, 11 months if you still dont sleep like a perfect spring lamb..
CHANGE something... quite probably everything
Especially who you are
And furthermiore fuck the back off to the lands where my ohh my the 35ish year old new cohort of shaman conartsists.... who got as far as Glastonbury having crawled out of a once noble place of actual SOLIDarnoshisness...
Every gorgeous dark haired snake oil-enhanced, Estonian who learned the Tarot when her drunk dad had spent all the factory cash on vod.... so theres only candles and cards
Thinks with a bit of extra spesh PR and lamination she....
wont have to join the cleanin' lady
queue...
too
wow thats fun it wasn't upside down on Oggle... but i was when being a prejudiced cunt meeting my second Moldovan )number one i had LIVED with him a month in a six foot cell) in the most witchrafty compliant setting in history...
And any ordinary spould would have got hios stake out ready for burnin.... bbq time for 'personal hygeine' 'personal safety' inddeed hygeinifyin the whole planet she looked so utterly THE actual real deal - BBQ worthy...
her fabulous hooknose silhouetted against nothing but...
three thousands miles of sea
til you get to the next Mad house along...
her posture fuck you would have thought she was BORN .. kicked out ("i cannot take that hooky n ose any more protruding into my mammies wall, and keep it sheathed down the gunk hole too..) onto the tango floor... eatin her own placenta
which without a doubt DID work and made her by far the most intelligent intellectual auto wise woman in history...
(i mean....
little Miss Sleepless in Porthscatty .... wouldnt understand...
THE reason she dragged herself off the factory floors and tossed her side her charbabes rags....
to the lands of about the greatest culture ever in history despite me bein a BAez 'superfan'of quiet sweet super hippy...
i mean...
there you are (i do have the photos if there is a ever a paid-for inner circle of elite creeps nothing to do with their sick lives...
imagine THE most romantic setting ever ...
near one of the toes of thios fetid Aisle
perfect dusking light
In the full knowledge that every so called adventurer in hiking gear or boho wear
is a fake
performing only nothing as actual performers are made artists, eventually
And there she is like a pilar of proper salt i am sure comes from DEEP in mother earth rather than this needy fake sea...
cross an actual witch with ACTUAL powers...
A PROPPER dancer
And MisterGoth before he became a fat slob, too
Anyway....where was i as i only like writing so much it just autotangates automatically forever into
eternity
yes... Moldova
" my people..... i had my DNA tested a few years ago as a gift..... my precious...[ she glints without any teeth theyre in for a service, her Croney smile has more art in it than all of Poor Poland put together, cos its real...not just crony capitalism... of the worst kind: cowardly...]... and it came out i was in fact .. seventy percent of The book..... [ useless racist cunt Moldovans not as effective as Yoocranians according TO ANNIE in her THE biblebook: Borderland... only 4 cjhockies left of the 40% who lived there turn of the last century thats the 1900 one.... nope 99.99999% Aryan by the turn of the last one....and ut wasnt ONLY Adolf..]... anyway diod you know MY people invented riocket fuel... a few hundred years ago WE.. decided to try and get the Aristo Russians and fancy pants Poles who entirely fucked their own peasants up the bum too.... we Book Peeps.. figured if we got them all hoocked on 200&% proof vod... we ,may kill them off and end up with all their bling... so as 200% stuff doesnt exist, we better invent it..."
poor thing of course unable still, quite to stick in a line: my poor Book Peeps took rather a long time to learn, less is more...ALWAYS.... as i have now found here nowhere bein' no one...
Anyway depite one minor inability to self critique herpeeps...
The one genius who earned it in THIS fuckin culture..i have ever met
Cos she knew: go ALL the way... tell ALL....all about her inner most deep seabed fiery molten fissures
kept under her perfect KAte thinkgumy
Bushy skirt
and vents...
All
Always......
All the way....
Until the retinas mine... three hours into the duskin dusktime and dewtime dew..
Are burned by the only actual sunshine i have ever seen
Born and bred in just one of her SEVEN fuckin' geniusly fluent languages
The uvva being that of the one place on earth i knew for an absolute fact was Taylor Swift addicted one dimensional ...
factory floor
where they'll steal the grease of the soles of your plastic boots so mean and poor
The only RICH "bioird" i ever met
(but don't tell the .... well, i know Christmas Day beforelast...she's not well - a total contradiction - 100% volte face, on an important fact within 24 hrs..is the definition of not bein' well... probelm is the ONLY remedy is facing up to the evil pollution everywhere, here...and that's before you even drop out of inner sanctuary and are born....)
Anyway all immaterial
BUt...
I was slightly bullshitting...well not really but i knew .. for a 100% fact a whole rather Oscar worthy film outline could never possibly just be born virginally birthin' itself in Hell-Atch...
abeam the asbestos sheeted DEAD FACTORY
I LIKE DEAD PLACES SO IN FACT THE HELL IS SOMETHING ELSE (accidental cap cant be bothered to decap)
despite
Mere me...
And what dyer' know....
It just ....did
Anyway yes... there is no 'art'ever possible when the sad little Sleepless in Flatland (a more one dimensional place i have never known and ive known almost every place)
cannot understand....
'art' comes out of.... hmmm.... well, you are being really nice and thoughtful and rather sacrificial indeed, sacrificing ones always enjoyed mental hertime; and pondering hertime..unable to even sleep
i call that spoiled princesses.... they came to the right country.. that invented them... five odd hundred years ago, and they...bred...
cos no brave Lech, nor fine old ...
whatever back to the point.
Any sane person knew many decades ago all of S America a repressive load of dinosaurs about the only time they allowed their women out of the kitchen to do their stupid artless made up fake 'arty' dancin'
Here is a picture of REAL women who stood up against Argie certain-death squads...
