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 "them" Bun's version just another dimension provin' you can build all the cathedrals and so called Christendom and fill it full of penguin-suited, stuckup straights never mind all the bling in Their rather fey, empire of dust to borrow from another moanin' self pityin' junkie...
(no i did NOT hahh hahhh)
"them" poor Sourcines.... could never understand: that actual art that causes actual change and officially one of the most 'subversive' dances on THE "Tightrope" of all that's "human" usually does come from the most warped and regressive so called Institutions of all....
And if "them" Chelterladies could actually let go and dollop out their real selves all the way, they would be richer than the Cresus they still bob around like Magpies... bein' jealous of (or reserving the right to maybe one day have the same fancy car as which is indeed what it's all really about..)
But sanctity, was only ever one thing:
even if the ferksquirts removed for some reason the full record of the best of all versions...
That i know was predictin' with actual real shamaniacal second sight that a time would arise around the time of the hollowcast....
when the phenotype no longer was extant.
of a womantoo
Whom with no fuss no showing off, not making any thing of what is merely a time immemorial necessitant...who .can put the tools away in lovely organised sane and rationalised methodical regions always afterjob.... no matter what..
I mean if you are probably the greatest fiddler of all time first equal with Scarlet oops nearly forgot showing my Miss Ohh Jenny creds (so entertainingly the fancy pants fiddlers gathered for show
on Wentes Meadow post their pandemique 21 didnt seem to know of ...either.. said ither)
Then you are allowed to break the odd tool of your trade by exerting actual artistic passion in three dimensions..
but think ahead.... set up the job FIRST.... as all hobbies are mere jobs, big or small.... have a box back home of part-bust fiddles, NEXT to the nicely labelled box in thick felt tip of part-worn bows and on a sliding scale along the shelves, to really worn bows, and beyond hope bows and then strings snapped short beyond all hope unless ukuleles suddenly inexplicably become fashionable and thus they could be repurposed on an instrument smaller than 'normal' (i think that sums up the small mindedness of the last fifteen years as i recall when i saw my first)
(i hear we have a further dumbin' down in so called 'gen AI'..)
(i havent even began on that topic yet and the ONLY thing in the so called infosphere of Harris and still their dodgy Dawkins with his 'Selfish' one which is not how naturee works as i read very very assiduously and philosophically all his peers and less sexy Gould Stephen, Lewontin and KAmin and especially Rose..one and all wrote actually good books about its all a bit more Vudu that Dicky's dodgy binary off or on and no in between, but no you can't tell Unherd Freddie or indeed ANY of his guests and collaborators - who will be running social policy in respect of your future oldfolx concentration camps, folklore, and politity, baying to be herd, that its ALL a bit subtler than black white off on and what is 'inherited' ... As was made crystal clear by fabulous halfbreed Hans at least fifty years ago.... who did more than most to attempt to query the 'theory' of IQ as immutable when its NOT and anyway the tests are a cultural construct around only a certain culture and as human is pretty much only what came out out of their gobs even in the womb one can be [ errata IS] culturally conned ....)
I knew fifteen years ago as the usual spotty subjects started to harp on about 'AI' - which needs a name or its bein' dehumanised oops it can't ever be anything but ONE dimensional as there's all these other dimensions that even the worst poet (of The Sourceites) in history, Wendell, so called eco poet who when on Start The week five or six years ago set a great example by being on at about 3am histime likely like Gorey Al, and Eden Tim with his ecoparadise lights blazing all night disturbing not only the few "birds" left, wasting electrons, and also damaging his own biome (the "human" being officially to the few who can actually speak in two dimensions "a human shaped sac" of various bugs and whatknots all in symbiosis.... and i am rather proud of my summer essay on this - elsewhere - you can seesoon... about how in fact we are also symbiotic with UV and Infra Red... oops wrong word as its two organisms are one, hmmm...
i guess its back to that far-too-nerdy word, phenotype, meaning, my toes evolved in the presence of cute little clever bugs who like to live between them, and ok they 'take' from my overall hsc by eating bits now and again but they pay back also by supplying a pleasure in the form of scratching that is indeed as good as the other ultimate pleasure... and certainly safer... however a phenotype would be i guess an organism of the future that has evolved in the presence of these fancy creams peeps use to allay that so certain pleasure and thus the xenobiotics of the creams end up in the fishies and thus in ones fishfingers and a new breed is bred ...
Anyway a phenotype is humans spent ALL their history lapping up sunrays and fireside rays of UV and IR brt we do NOT know exactly what wavelengths are doing what.... you try living 8 years in THE coldest dampest 400 year old buildings without any dampcourse, built ON a swamp, until four years ago, and then the first tincan winter in minus ten at times. No heating. And you start to notice every single sunray - what time it is where ... and facing which direction sat upon which treetrunk gives best radiation, and you realise VERY quickly that the last 100 years of hiding indoors is a statistical blip that is insignificant in what "human" IS... indivisible from that sunstuff... (oohhh my ohh my even Princess DI when i got there at last ... once down to earth and fine nononsense lass of the hills... had her ten grand upstairs inside 'red light' silly thing ...she couldnt afford... gobbling all those drugs still as senior nurse at The Countess of .... and shouting at me as being unhealthy as as i didn't do their 'herb' which of course nowadays is peri-fentanyl or some such extra kick...
Anyway Wendell famous enough to have said even to the one worthy Lordship, his Bragginess... " you will change your program recording time to fit in with my time, stateside, to set example to the world..... that unless its emergency
raising with the light and dozin' off after tea....
is ACTUAL 'environmental' poetry
never mind SO much better for you and me
never mind saving on the big bill, for 'them' sparks....
might keep alive a few more larks
too
in action "
gets a free pass in that he at least did write or say one wiseish thing once:
" what the poet [meaning any creative, or arty fartitite, or even tad transcendental, as long as you dont mention chem trails or shamania - i now see is really really THE thing its compulsory so strrytime soon to save humanity, or ANYone knowing ANY metafizzin cause or effect ] needs is to suffer the worst headfuckery known to man.... and survive..it...". which of course in reality
is only ever
s/he....
Anyway no 'AI' which in fact maybe should be called Eric as it will only EVER half Bee
(i know she the truest gift of all in time)
Eric hasn't got a hope in hell of even beginning to program itself for that most astonishing quid-pro-quo in all of time.....
I know as i was smarter and more self assured than Eric could ever be
And knew i hadn't a fully let-goish creative bone in my body...
Until at the dawn of the naughties ... La cravasse.... nobody could have seen so covered by her iciness even if deeper down HIS....
Anyway, soon... there is a way i could get back my butterfly brained readers but i don't cheat EVER! i hardly ever in fact i think only did one hashtag ... and hardly ever meaning 99% of the time dont ever put links to my extraordinarily well read Light Materials anywhere...
So Eric/a if it were generating a critique of "them" Saltpathin'.... well as it is a book 98% consumed by female ""humans" one cannot know their thoughts, not because I am culturally constructed to be not female in thought but because of onion skins - layers, and the fact that almost all human behavious is SO 'meme' or social mores defined, and i of course didnt go to Cheltenham.... and all that, but i bet at least a few of them thought, secretly as my ohh my the Big Siterness i had no idea is so total thoughtpolice as one gets nearer the source ... (thats from an audio yet to put up made a week back) : " so as he 'recovered' from some years of unknowable illness as most is so the'yre not guilty of that con at least.... did they get back onto the proverbial ' saddle' ..all those deserted coves and nights in the bracken .?" .. real countrymen brought up Heathcliffin' all over the high Heaths... errata not 'brought up' just Beeing... morally ferral.... knowing what bracken is ...for..
Anyway Eric/a... there is no way in all of history, to Bee
s/he could know or predict
that when one sticks in The Cheltenham babe's little 'borrowed' buds....
it didn't really swirl....
but as both of em left behind a trail
of discarded earpieces....
And the one i respect my ohh my she bartered and emotionally blackmailed
the man at the pawn shop
(soup kitchen to pawn shop the only tourism that actually gives true cultural investigation and gets under the skin or likely fake smile of actual humanity)
Anyway take one set of not brilliant and as she haggled and fought him.... worth perhaps 25 of the 25 quid she flattered him down to...
But there's no way they can catch - do even half caste-justice to, the flutterin' up at 1 minutes ten...
but then add in the ....
ORIGINAL 'first generation' one of these ...
(DO NOT listen as as usual YAnks are too lazy to actually communicate a little deeper down than whats in front of them....history DOES matter in some instances)
... and i even wasted MY precious time looking one up for him and stabbing his builder's blubber, back " look cos i love you and we alone are in oneness during this hysterical hilarity [2020]..please LISTEN ...get one of these look there is only one left in the world on ebay .... there's an ACTUAL 'alchemy' that happens that the updated uprated generation two entirely omits and they WORK! .. the only tech thing ever i know just works.... even though you have to have a mind and remember to remove the batteries after use as theres no off switch [ and even now five years later my AAA batteries are still working especially as knowing i would be nomadic i bought a second set and kept the two sets separate - one part used one fresh]... best tip ever buddy..."
Anyway the long and short there simply is no way of predicting even if one had a Phd in all the combined Phds on the planet which headphones work better with my gen1 little booster ..nor which combos give the richer deeper sound (my ONE luxury purchase in 30 years a pair of B+O 150 quid headphones...oops errata bought with a so called 'business' loany thing... until all that lovely business of 2020 rather wiped certain slates rather clean...in reality
But combine these particular two i had no idea..
1+1 = 4.... and my ohh my the swirlies....
(my god i hope i die before he does as the shit versions of everything they will put on the wireless all while having on every fake 'cognoscenti' ever who also only knows "them" shit versions.... i shan't be able to listen for the tears...at what a thick culturally uncritical peeps
there is...
indeed that's the moral of the story - even so called Jesus was one if my memory serves me well....
the art of being a wise critic
The most important art of all...
And at The Source....
Never mind "woke mind virus" bad descriptors ..
That is exactly what first was disallowed....
And i don't mean anything intersectional or lookatmemoanin'too ....
Just ... simply... there's some good art....and just occasionally, some even greater.....
And it's not in the ear of the 'beholder'
Unless your phenotype happens to be the one madwo/man stuck up in the High Mountains of Serbia thinking a gunshot eighty years ago can still be ringin' in ones 'intergenerationally' traumatised ears...
As i always rejoinder unquerrulously to that latterday form of fascism...
" ...every single human ever knows exactly what Munch's Scream is and what it's about and thinks it's rather good..."
I think next time - ...
there is a word missing, and an evolution that needs to Bee.... exchange 'what' for 'who' and add on one small word.... " you..."
And a nice human facial gesture to make the crystals worthit....
" well i never TWO of you in two weeks... as a very methodical person I would keep my dream lists, and forty years ago i had on my main one: if only ... but i could never find someone doing what you do... [as even then they would fall to bits] ... it's like I have died and gone to heaven, but ...too late.... no point, now.... kairos as a big joke on me, as they would outlive me.... ohh well... but prey fair maiden can i watch your elves for five minutes in their 'making' ..?"
" well maybe two..."
" hmmm funny round here where i did my Waldenning for 30 years its a privilege to be asked if one can LEARNED from by observation... and even if they were to have said fuck off i don't like the brand of boots you wear they would have said just fuck off later in the day when you've had your fill....."
And then as i egressed not caring about what is behind the artisanal smile only ever aggro ..in their heads, as only real hill dwellers and walkers just go with even her cytoplastic flow... yes i saw her ..... rather expensive poster.... who lured me here via them whacky electrix in the first place...rather circuitously it has to be said.
all those summer many-a-thousand browsers per day, back...
However their butterflyitis will be their own chagrinning downfall.
Because there are indeed impossible tales to tell.
And if things "come up" in Micawberese, not that life is good when life gets good,
- in fact it's far more like living when nothing EVER works, including the millennia long compact between upland Woodlander landorker ... and his wages....
Well at last I feel like telling the real stories of the recent and not so recent past. Which will keep me busy for the rest of life and that alone is a kind of paradise, but for now
(though it is a personal as usual failure-tragédie
THis is FUNNY* and if you don't think so bugger off to an Island called Nigel, ohh yes you're already there as proven by the onewayness, taking mine effort and givin' nowt back...
Indeed as said to the Kraut turned out to be ubusually fraudulenttoo.. last day on that path... " [story told most fulsomely] ... and that's the difference between us now and you.... we cannot laugh at ourselves any more as your countryman proved with his perfect timing to my fine tourist advice, weatherman perfect " that cove - Priests, wind from this quarter you want to go to exactly that quarter of it down that path... or if up at the ;aradise beach well whatever you do grab the Southern end, where you will have sun til way after seven...... as i know every eddy along every foot of that ONland bit of the coast and when you will get them and when not..and since [2004] sucha disatrous summer i care about every lovely warm sunny even half 'n hour you may get" ...and : "ahhahh fine long accurate trustworthy information HONOURING the traveller unlike your fake lady bishop doesnt know first rule of her fake religion.... ahhahhh....but we are German we have to keep to the plan" . everyone laughs espesh his kids......
"... Brits cant do that any more...please reconsider letting me marry your passport..." she HONOURABLY laughs as she's a serious walker too and they know TRUTH only must only ever be spoke of on paths especially if hilly... unlike the liar brand .... in fact withoit being asked i had a full rundown on quality of orgasm vs her emotional issues, and wish to run away from her towny life....
And there is a REAL book in ALL of them... so many gorgeous lovely open honest not snarly, never spitting and never tattooed, Europeans....
And they know it too.
where was i ohh yes actual paradise interuptus is at least to get PART of the way, training... To beat Down and Out in Paris and London...into a witness.
And even take her to a lanyardist conference where they dish out the tramp-food...
No point bothering going on a shop-heisting spree, with her as she already did M&S regularly...on your taxpayer sovereign..
Me i never ever would do that....
But if you would like to know why your national debt carries on climbing at half a tril a year... (YUK having by far the largest external creditor ratio OWNING that debt, in the world ... by far..... funny that for such an 'independent' country..)... five years undercover slightly....
You wouldnt believe the real version behind their sloganeers
Soon
*So yes i laughed...."... In Britain you would be off to the tower for a hatecrime ." ..En France apparently they're all ... se pisser de rire
when in UK that would be also considered rather drole indeed old hat as there ain't any actual 'sexual' pissing, seemingly almost compulsory these days according to the latest 'must watch' binge-load of bad tv
Makers of lift used by Louvre thieves reveal tongue-in-cheek advert
I have to sit through half a bloody hour of THE man who made a difference and captured REALity bein' babes can do a 'man's work thank you very much (even if the gun will have to be about 10% lighter optimised for the cultural ...oops "BODILY" fact that is a woman chops logs all her life alongside her bloke or even dad - see the axebabes vid about 6 mths back but i haven't started yet so its all PENding... then over decades as thats how long it takes, bodily strength will be about 90% and in respect of them axebabes all are far stronger than me even if no woman to share that burden ever dunno why, nail issues or needing to not be a cleanin' lady which requires all night up femeninly making up stuff to sell)
Anyway Don.. i am no cynic nor monger of anythingm but he showed us true humanity and DID "change" things if one "paid attention" to be all Sam Harrisy...
.
I mean he had "second sight" and so magnificently predicted just how barren and bleak never mind a bit frowny one looks if ...errata when the voodoo stops paying up.... or the next yoga trend makes one obsolete...
I mean...i can sit and stare at inscrutable her forever as a thing of real beauty .... a true question via art. Even in a swamp of the most sodden art in history all of which DEMANDS especially if Kurt that there is no Heart of Darkness within their whole sceptic tank trap of a militarised madhouse..
For the second time i must care for poor Don - i bet he has three sugars in his fat latte...
Moaning he never made a difference, when i know one thing especially having found a self confessed "normal" man... at last. All normal people were once deeply affected by his actual "award"-worth life's work...
And he just moans.
Probably as he didn't bag the biggie.
Actual art that asks the ultimate question, inscrutably beyond all of AI put together never mind all so-called Patyart, ever, in all futures imaginable, as they don't know what imagination is, "what on earth may he have been thinking...?":
Anyway how dare she public school babe and even worse make up babe
(all of which is mere traumatic tragedy me sat there two year ago as usual on standby - "i wonder what happened to her, the one who started it..? ... her private school and makeup artiste career... ok ask her brother"
"mnany years now she no longer here"
Anyway how DARE she.... bimbos arent allowed opinions on REAL art...
Which is the ultra headfuck why are they there and .....
Excepterratti... there's one GREAT thing about "them" Cheltenham ladies....
Nanny or mummy on her drugs
So handcuffed them to that brass about age five to keep err from botherin anyone til she's of barterin' age....
They still so holler just to make themselves heard above the clink of chains
even eleder age....
She wouldn't even think to look...and "listen"
And if they ever shut up and actually zen-o-persist..... may discover better versions .....
where it starts to musically upswirl once it gets goin'.....
and
in fact is THE artform that so perfectly pictures "them" butterflies that day.....
One perfect picture that i cannot even know how to
say....
(or i think its thaterone sat listenin' on the "borrowed" Cheltenham Lady's rather good i have to say
and whatdyerknow hmmm a little portmanteau possibility:
zenfolded, nohh not really
Anyway long ago having decided poetical prattin' around is for fat brown builders with no standards of solidarity never mind humanity helpin' me move my old sofa, even if it ended up on her holocosts less to set it fire.... (soon)
I'm sure he bribed the buildin' inspector to pass the houses shitpipe cracked, spillin' d'recly into her Shitcreek.
what i do know is that there isn't a word for spending splendid 'down' time summer thisterlast
four thousand pageviews a dayhere,
But no electrons so as to capitalise at last
Now, soon a deal done to use a socket
And most have gone, buggered back off to some leaky cesspit from whence they came
Now - with actual power
rather than Yuckheart's made up mealy, mouthed fabricate
All the zenned centred mindful would be full of hidden hate
Me i think it's rather cute
sort of Musely trickery,
Pied Piper with inversely attuned backward marchin' flute.
Too cold now - only the not so bright get up at 7.30 as it is quite extraordinary how the warmest hour is indeed just before the dawn
Most of The time
yawn yawn
So much more 'authentic' somehow .. real?... all the nosey parkers ran away
Back to a handful of diehards (you'll be jealous soon!)
Likely in their own dull lives nothing much to say
Big Sis's fave buzzword of the zzzzeitgeist and .... what?
Funny that almost bang on cue.
But i do seem to be the one who operates it.
So, being inadvertently due a snippet of overheard chat - a tad hubrist as usual, whilst charging, i found the actual second source...
Even if it was the first - it actually created my silly hillbilly inner setting of stick up for the generally besmirched small person.
Her family 'abused' and thought 'other'; beyond the milkmaid's pail...
There's no point using 'ancestor' words like 'shibboleth' as i guess it's been 'twas ever thus, though I'm not so sure, just how needy the Britolites are such that they so desperately need to find new words before understanding the earthmum tongue...
(exactly, in that the saddest thing i ever heard was " i refugeed off from my tongue of birth just when i was reaching my intellectual prime and so never developed intellectually within that language and this adopted one even after thirty years i feel i am not as proficient as if i was hereborn.." )
The English language ( remember that snippet yestermorn that so beautifully demonstrates what i heard goin' through Gotham 2017 an American senator no less, very white and as usual chubby it sounded, could no longer speak his own language in such a way it made sense), so what does that even mean? Nope that's the wrong way of putting it... basically i guess decades of Muppetry and other bad tv segwaying into Fakebookese..
....define being centred: type segway into this now restored squigglebox
which highlights dodgy ritein' and it has always - fifteen years ive used this actually fair dinkum simple system that hasnt changed much thank god, always it has objected to that word and i never understood why... when it's working of course in this world of almost everything has an intermittent fault espesh the humanoids....
... anyway one rather good word it would never leave be and i never had the ultracentredness to bother looking up exactly what's the problem, as it's always felt that segway was in fact the right spelling, but one sees that Segway inc nicked that way of writing it, and infact having a lookup on OED.com for free as almost all the chatteratti are so so up themselves they can't even keep their gated "community" locked up propper
.. but the really interesting aspect is segue is only 75 years old .... golly gosh i never had the ultra centredness to sit and enjoy at last getting that English-foreigner word figured.... so what hope is there for any immo i think they should all sue under the HRA whilst it still is here before we join Belaruss and Russia as the only footstampers in the European region - much larger than just the EU... errata 'we' ive never considered myself of this land ...oops nearly Miss Put that - )
Anyway ...hmm though far too confabulated that could be the term for "them" even if a perfect example of just how much effort they've put into showing off their hobby of having more complex in-voodoo than the next gal...
(at least their arch mumbogod Mister Pullman who perverted the inscrutable, AND the dads, with his rather immutably madness-inculcating, Serafina, in a way does agree that this cannot go on..... that's for another day)
The Sourcerers, spawned a whole army of (atomised, sharper elbows than Serafina's actual pointedly one rain d'etre ...) Sourceresses - the source discovered.. blahh blahh no one cares but i know knowing sure makes adapting a far more centred a matter - know how and why Goebbels got his jackboots wedged in the open door and you know why you were gassed or 'gaslighted' not that i have ever used THAT madword ever in any setting even if it became the default insult for almost every argy bargy...
Anyway.... 'progress' it really is quite extraordinary how you get one utterly irrelevant mad Samsung 'update' - oops two in six months and one discovers six months later at last that the first decided that your standard 15 years in use, Mp4 bits of film dont want to play on the standard windows media player became film and tv or whatever stupid rebranding they give it ... and it means that it has taken for six months at least three times more clicks and battery to look at an absurdist filmclip before uploading it to Tube or even here (if below 100mb - Google bein' meanies like my readers) which is exhausting and without a socket basically almost impossible to keep the train of thought going and my thoughts here are ALL i do for some years all other digital having become fake some years ago sadly..
But now.... the latest 'update' (if one is a REAL 'dancer' as i became age 18 or maybe 20 ..... due FARMING! not showing off .... my first ever off-MY-farm job was for an aerial cropsprayer driving his van between jobs and loading up the vile poison in the days before we knew it was all vile poison,
in fact even in 198meetwos this was not about showing off in that there are plenty of places in the world where bobbing around in an old banger - most of them here were Yankeeland's
handmedowns well used
was the only way one could fairly reliably get between islands etc and do REAL 'humanitarian' work etc...
Anyway in the days of actual real "bodily" WORKING aviation - that sounds perverse, but if you are being paid to bob around in these things - not very well asit appens kindof for the love of it, and hardly anyone ever bothered with girly sunglasses me ive never owned a pair which means i am now alien to all so called modern "humanity" as the eyes are the windows of being not for sale, when all else sold out to mere vulgarity...
(we did ponder "snobby tramps" maybe that needs using, now..)
anyway THE most interesting moment of life was sitting next to a Master of The Universe in his old banger Baron and as we enterred a truly lethal grumbler over the hills North of Their Riviera - occupational hazzard, no way of knowing the nasty ones from the lesser sos ...
and despite him being President of Bankers Trust my ohh my under pressure from above the whole universe conspiring to pull us up into the heavens in more ways than one into a stalled condition which guarantees death below one learned in lesson one of how to dance in a winged thing, that even if Mont Blank may be poking its nose through the clouds into your cockpit you PUSH DOWN .... as thats the only way you don't stall - something of a compromise....
splendid thing on ones cv i wrecked a rather fancy flying machine being the wings got bent... so as to save HIS life fighting with him to do what it says on the can, lesson one...
Anyway a preamble to yes it is a dance to not only fly the thing - the easy bit, but make sure ones coffee flask and notebooks and sometimes work paperwork or domestic electricity bill are kept up with and then all "them" switches are kept shipshape - it was the most wonderful unlearnable usage of the "human" body to optimise every smallest movement such that one obtained maximum efficiency - not in any man-and-machine bullshit way no just to make sure one pee bottle never spills nor coffee and pens dont drop down the side if writing ones memoirs en-route and then theres the planey stuff like all the levers got to be pulled at just the right moment to minimise every centilitre of fuel as usually ones employer is a scoundrel who underfuels you to save on their bottom line and no you dont put the wheels down to last second as that uses a millicentiliter blahh blahh.. mind and body totally one, every movement calculated by the real magic of the dancin' bod so as to segue perfectly into the next with minimum exertion....
so as to stay alive and well caffeinated ...so as to stay alive... rather than all other dancin' which is merely dilettante
anyway... talk about a Kushneresque zen of the oppressed... truly gpoing with the inscrutable 'flow' of the slower dance of 'other people'... a masterclass, of late.
All that matters is thirty to ideally 50 km a week up hilly tracks... past fiftty three ohh my how they procrastinate, a big word for fib....
theytoo are of that ilk
Ididn't think i would get the big one in thisterweek - bobbing bwteen maybes.
And sat here surviving... listening to the "survivors" just like that everything flows into place when i knew theres no way it would...
which sounds VERY 'positive vibes only' fuck off that talk kills people for real as when you PERSIST this long knowing 95% of vibes are there to rattle your cage, even if mine like the other door, once in use, is fairly well oiled ...
sometimes its as if the divine oilcan strapped aback Serrafina's ticklin' stick is on side..
ohh yes as i was saying a samsung 'update' - and i have live jotted to embarrass myself with typos bad spelling and nonsense with ease... quite contentedly for fifteen years
which is one aspect of 'centredness' especially as i now know why this whole PP aint in that everything has to look perfect if its just a hobby - i mean all of it... all, every moment of non farmer or fisherman i guess, existence even if its mainly builders of more bling palaces is designed....well first its designed when true 'land' peeps dont they go with nature at some more earthy layer
of the soil oh yes i meet nobody of the land... nobody...
the land is nothing to do with Nige's flags or those rediculous little black ones thank god no longer seen...
the land is the same pretty much anywhere on the Mothership... we will never get off
just different loam levels different volcanic ash rates blahh blahh blahh and the 'indigenous' have been trashing it JUST as much as the so called whitey colonist in fancy places for just as long as ... well, everyone, especially the last fiftyish years
you wanna stand on the deserted land of the windward facing Caribbean shores 35 years ago as i did livin there a while flying some puddle-jumper and all the 'indigenous' trash was a foot deep for many a mile and it was 'indigenous' as there were only about 3 white trash on that particular island... "Paradise" ...
All of which no interest to me as the Big Sisters have gone and....
(audio to be put up one day if i dare)
But what i know as ultimate 'survivor' - in a stealth way, nobody knows way... it is entirely the wrong look-at-me word, for merely, persisting
Which is a far far far better word for ones daily dancin' with the duplicity,
despite, them...
and far better for being 'centred' or even if one must your 'mental health'
persister...
to be cont very soon
except this is merely treading water whilst i attempt to rev up to fully concentrate on a splendid few summers to bring to the world
ohh yes where was i - to put one photo here from the samsung was in the past maybe about 3 clicks maybe four.... (the clicks take the electrons obviously)... one 'update' a few weeks ago and now it has gone up to eight....maybe even nine! and the need to open the thing when previously left unlocked for i-trust-reasons it could be just plugged in....
nope not any more... got to go into phone settings each time just to load one photo from it to here...
And then we have the bbc.... a decade ago as one may have started to lisiten to a bit of wireless on the phone through the web, two clicks to get them to talk...
five or six years ago an 'upgrade' three clicks...
and their (just like Mickeysoft no doubt) recent "last ever final upgrade to BBC Sounds.... " means some snotty little git has redesigned it now to require four or i think five clicks = stop look at controls and figure what they now mean.... to play what one used to be able to play in ones sleep it was so simple...
no actual new benefit of course...
anyone thinks that ANY kind of computer 'enhances' human daily existence is insane...
even if it ever does ACTUALLY cure proper real disease its not really worth living the way life has become just so ...
hence i ONLY do 'this' even if all its cousins need fixing nowtoo
so just whilst i am awaiting a few non sequitur gobbledygook snippets to upload to interweave badly into a story.... someone knows was good...... its time to go all the way...
I mean all, now
see there we go i trust NOone as i am sane and thats wot a wife's for....
But now even i am trusting AI as it "saves time" no it doesnt unless you are actually on the battery Tightrope of every dodgy 'a' eats at my magnificent energy and i fizzle...
But AI will never know why his Brownsville Girls
Primary backing vocalists: Carolyn Dennis, Peggi Blu, Madelyn Quebec, and Annette May Thomas provide the prominent backing vocals on the track.
Other backing vocalists: Eisecia Wright, Esther Marrow, and Muffy Hendrix are also credited with background vocals.
...just got 'it'
And why TL's Youth for Christ Choir haven't yet found some way of cashing in and claimin' they were somehow not 'included' or
equitably fiddled with, historically, i mean 'abused' is in his words so i'm sure someone got ideas....
or maybe they just thought about how they could never be bettered not even by his Bronsvilles...
I only mention in that as a total zen-purist (yuck i touched it the other day of course in the most
clichéd ... (i think the formattin's already fucked so in for a penny which would be too much for this overpriced piece of blokey showoff bullshit
in that in THE most 'artless' place in the whole universe - of course they only know about certain ..i am not even going to bother copypasting the whole clich word just to throw out the formattin' again....
Pastyshire and environs they actually think this is a book.... probably kept on the shelf next to The Power of Now thinking that's how to tune their revolting noisy death machines up and gettem to go even faster...
Anyway i only mention this as there i am a true zennite which requires hard work turning OFF every auto-this-that-and-the-other...especially the other with the recent accidental find left on a tab as its revving me up to think of how she at last is gonna be impaled on her chalice as enough is enough and she did harm another .....
And there's nothing like some actually good use of a church choir ...
but i turn OFF autoplay precisely so this disturbing sort of traumatising thing CANNOT happen that IT
thinks I may wish to .listen to the worst jelly-babe
which may be a play on the first word of that port -mantoo
sick, spotty (not immutable, nor is the jelly as it happens, the science of Bonobos doth say)
excuse for how not to do journalism and make it about you....
so cleverly of course conning the world he actually cares about anything other than every click
And that if you are an actual Pally-luvva and real internationalist egalitarian student of
écologie politique (much less traumatising in Gren as every Green Party email out to members i saw over some years mentoring a younger one years was about sex...that isnt actually sex...as sex is for getting actual dancers hips, which are ...i forgot my train now shame i was going to piss on everyone suggesting only the child-borne can ever be sexy or something like that which will come back sure as ferrets are ferrets ) then as stated already on Oct 9 2023 here i think we can now claim copyright tradeing mark if you care do tell them to leave
(do you know 10,000 actually did bribe their way - rather expensively, through the tunnel monetiser gateways and emerge quite dusty but now able to sleep well in the nice rather deserted Sinai camping grounds.... .... bet you haven't seen THAT in your Owen Jones moanathon... nor did many utter Ohh my we gone and got Nakbad, woe is us.....nor how even the arch Jen-oh-cidere did actually offer them Egyptians about 5 billion in camping pitch fees up front if they would help and he doubled it a little later in reality ...
...... and no Palestinian is ever going to be able to rely on many a good night's sleep as we all know that as soon as someone finds a forgotten box of rockets hidden behind the bombed out Al JAzeera no-longer-needed journomobile as all of em got whacked....
it'll start all over again
so the 'kind' thing ...ooooh gosh my initial back of fag pouch calculation 9 oct 2023 was about right
i have second sight known in sane lands as a mind
60 or 70 bil spent on 'executing' the war rough guesstimate
and then plus 75 - which will go to 100 as sure as ferrets are on rebuilding
thats best part of 100 grand for each Palestinian... all 2 mil.... to go and stay in a nice holiday resort for a few years as i had earlier suggested may be a tad more 'human rights' international or not
but no the Owens bay for....something... I have no idea what any more.... other than attention.
At least pilger would have put it all in context etc...
(now this actually hurts as i thought one may have seen through the 'in times like these' endless ...well in fact it IS 'martyrdom' even if i have never heard anyone quite so fiercely anti that word....
i have a last long audio still to do... with a list, and i hate war so much that i deliberately put my fingers in my ears at the mention of all of them such as Laos Vietnam much of africa especially
at least THEN even if he started it - the pricey hat habit i see that is now compulsory ... it was cheap rags
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anyway yes tangent this crap was auto next on when i LAWAYS tell all apps to not ever do anything or you'll be stripped out...
but of course they wank their way back as soon as you're not on top of them...and you get this trauma
so did i say.... chich
i touched it.
I had no idea just how one way street to clich central the whole M5 A30 thing is....
But i needed to see just howso to understand...(well a few things, job done thanks very much is the only
zen there is..)
Never mind understand just how chich he wastoo
Spending a whole few years attempting to goad me into saying that word which HIS free speech,
speaks so repetitively merely for attention
I.e. "you can't say this word but me and me 'homies' we can "
Anyway all incitement to ball kicking is frankly evil... and actually i believe that incitement to violence is
rirightfully indictable even if the problem has always been is everyone on earth incited the Arabs in their
Spring ... not that it got them anywhere either
how....ever.....
i still dont understand how words written in another country could conceivably be
indictable in another country
which our thick journalists seem not to have...prioritised as the issue...
How....ever.... that unindictable non 'hate' or is it 'hate' criminality is now uninvestigable as they dont
think its a good idea to investigate any more, even if i still know that nobody REALLY knows if 'hate' really
exists, other than hating how there is just no sane journalism left
But yes as i was listing... oops format back to original
Laos Vietnam loads of Africa Rwanada but one tragic example...
A lot of S America a deathcamp in the 70s to 90s especially Central regions
Yugoslavia
i forgot, Georgia - maybe not so many deaths but brutal
and everyone forgets many many thou killed in recent Afghan wars
Syria 2 prob 300 thou truly gruesomes...
All this " ohh woe is us in times like these " that i have pinpointed over 7 years that i had thought just one may be immune to, and which is factually incorrect, said as a left-of-Titoist, though eco xenobiotic and prozac piss apocalypse i do think is worse than ever, ask the 65% of "birds" who didnt get to be alive in the last 50 years getting worse....
BUt really....spend all day looking into a silly small screen and as the true scientist Susan Grenfeld quite unequivocally stated fine woman in the late 90s.. you feel shit
so of course you 'woe is us' to business as usual
And DO nothing to cause actual DM me for change
give up
Just like anyone who ever used their word 'zen' also did so despite being the king of it one cannot use that word, and still 15 years after establishing this issue - nothing i do is new...
i need to find a better word!
oops this really has gone wonky - this was first paragraph:
But (insert older imagery of pasty stickers and even big plastic pasties in windscreens ) nobody can beat me up for saying " it's a biggotted racist dump " as a brown man said that, of his pastry addicted home county ...
Though just like a so called 'man' - one forgets where we are with this, i saw standing at a urinal with high heels on a couple of months ago - bang on cue, well he doesn't actually have to be here... as in that instance there was i am sure a far cleaner and more sweetsmelling multisex disabled one next door and no one ever gave a damn anyway they have their 'not all disabilities are visible badges well and truly in the public perception these days so its not like anyone is going to do a stop-check.....
Anyway where were we ohh yes the summer....
I had no idea just how stautus-infantalised they all are.... were
The height of look-at-me wandering around a certain small sick dumptown...
(of her atrocious overpriced artshop
i shall chronicle at some point if i can think of how one can possibly say anything useful about her but i know she set the drunk German against ... my friend... lovely people these sharp elbowed sleepless women who i trusted with my truths....)
Anyway she can keep her shithole of childmen clichs
ahhahh but there is a far deeper aide memoir therein
Now any sane person figured that sadly ALL 'performers' are sad narcissists even if that's a word should be banned
But really....marry a Muppet, Mister Muppet and of course you are unable to even understand a truly great human compliment, that really does matter
Justin case i forget
(later even if i have a superb memory such as how he put a false extremely besmirching medical report into a court that REALLY hurt someone... a child..... funny that, from another country, too.. but then certain names are unique and very Ogglable and maybe thats all one can say about modern life...some are lost in the crowd...some maybe may have to live with actual sins if theyre not so commoner disguised .)
Anyway back to actual business.
The laziest place i have ever known and i have lived in bongo bongo land
Ahh yes now one of a series.
Funny thing is a FEW of the ones with a bit of a mind left not fried with their 'mushrooms' sprinkled on everything knew two decades ago that these things really are kindof bad for nature...
And thus when one New Years eve well it was hard....tongue biting time....what do you say when someone who had even written a big fat fairly expensive book in praise of Birds.. .
But what do i call 'them'?
The Sourceites... ?
someone said to me yesteraft "hypocrites" but hypocrite is a strangely inadequate word ..
well for BPD, really, sadly thus far just a label
rather than cultural shortcut everyoneknows such as Judas
well its Hippo+ at least, like when for example The Eden Project
from wiki i cannot verify.....To counter criticism from environmental groups, the Eden Project committed to investigate a rail link to the site.[10] The rail link was never built, and car parking on the site is still funded from revenue generated from general admission ticket sales...
It can verify that Tim leaves his meggawats of car park lights on all night even in the winter when no one else is in said megga car parks ...but me....
So what it is is this thing of certain folk - errata rather a lot, them who patinate their campers and all that so they look comme il faut at the right kind of patinated 'bohemian' gatherings in Hatesville for example .... 'n who ACTIVELY preach their goodness and econess and caring about natureness
even write books on Birdy stuff of course hinting at Mother Theresa credentials, yet still these things are on sale and of course nobody ever ever says I shall curb my appetite for "abundance" of "wonder" at "magical" .... things done outside at parties because they not only make a mess but may make rather a mess of say a birds nest or event owl's barn - the one that's left not being gentrified into a coffee table book shelf for 'nature' books
(two weeks ago small cut out due the inability to understand free speech means youtoo)
Anyway back to the summer.
Soon.
Except every Miss Spelled word and bit forgot - indeed many segments still to do, is/are (even i have lost track of the grammar) only a 'vehicle' to somehow tell the tale of "them" universal fakes. Whom, over two decades allowed a whole far less densely populated region become a polluted swamp and now their big moment arrived.
'Twas all the same deep down, the same Esisentsein types though Presteigne's was rather fatter, and worked for the BBC as their groovy man-of-the people, part comedian, part of him still stuck in the mud of some festival down South masquerading as 'arts' or the gathering of the elite puppeteers and coolest hat wearers at Kelmarsh Hall, where on actually good authortity rather than some Yank trying to get more payout, there is rather a lot of late night sodomy as initiation and 'rite on' actual behaviour, none of my business, except what was always astonishing is as these peeps spread out into the ruraler lands not able to afford Stroud, or Glastonbury or some SWestern doppleganger they never NOTICED the real life stories around them...
This one a 'real' one as the shitstain must be so terribly smelly and impossible to launder out that these were on the border line all summer - i mean six months of it...
The extreme behaviours of a minority of the extremely damaged of course is never really interesting...
But the real behaviours of the performative Mother Theresas is far moreso as they would wander around in the company vehicle performing just like at Kelmarsh .. screwing someone en masse pretending just because they have the best trendy gear and hats and even of course frilly 'burlesque' style costumes, they actually give a shit about "community" ....
Righty ho ... did i start to snake around the word? (unusually up speed-o-jotting much later than my cast iron rule allows - no more keys after lunchtime)
the problem with the word 'hypocrite' in the hardest language in the world there being declensions for class (a far too prosaic example lunch / dinner) and even INTENDED class I guess (Toggi / ehhh... Fedora maybe a bit old hat... but such consumer items, materialist goods, that must NEVER be referred to as just more of them, or 'stuff'... are designed for ONE cause and effect only: not to end up in housing association 'gated community' ... there being other kinds of far more comme, 'gated community' ....
'Hypocrite' i suppose implies a sort of 'intentionality' (like her, at the weekend, newword warning ! .. "community" is no longer adequate, "intentional community" somehow adds panache and fuck-offery to mere ordinary drug munchin' "community" ....
'Hypocrite' also implies some subtle 'agency' or could have not been so hypocriticalness, when the sad truth is just an inability to ever join certain dots, in fact it should be in DSM 5... even if i guess it is
ahhahhh now i get it and dotjoin, as fair dinkum ..... a great tune, and a great disguise even i fully actual nomadist around the globe quite well atuned to the cultural construct thought she was from Portobello Road and had a stall there so they could get the best props...
oooh that may be it the proppists....
this a work in progress merely about the stopping of all of it
Maybe the clue was there all along as actual progressives - the old version when any red blooded bloke would celebrate and raise a glass to every bloke who was taken out of the meat market by doing a Mars Room (lady writer so immune from being hateful) and cutting off his own competitive, meat .. thus far more meat of the other sex available for dinner..or is it luncheonmeat
which should have always been a matter of great celebration! talk about real failure to have been born when the ratio was roughly one all.... which is for an 'evolutionary' reason - is an ESS, but if quite a few boys will no longer be boys then what a truly wonderful new age for those still wanting to be boys and finding that one day it may even go to two each.. (indeed those naughty Iranians i bet they figured that first actively allowing certain bits to be chopped off rather than the whole head may of course rebalance the tendency to chuck female foetuses in the bin even if child-borne ...)
and just adopt the continental attitudes to pissoirs - all innit together, and no problem...
yes of course the 2/3 of m on f argy bargy sanctuary homes and lockups exempt
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So where did we get to apart from hell? A parallel universe to that of reality.
Not quite 'hypocrisy'.
And certainly not any kind of 'intended' conspiracy by the neocon / turbo capitalists as they're too thick to even get updates to work propper or cover their tracks brokering arms into whatever kerfuffle they need to be ongoing to pay for the Anabel's drinks bill..
It was all in Huxley of course, the 'soma' ..
And note to self all i really care about is how in 2019 after putting some effort into non Bojo votes in my past region (strategically - the way they sneer at that perfectly ancient 'ancestral' method of getting power around even the stone age camp fire as if they are too pure and just bay singing at the top of their voices " i PRAY for revolution" it will magically 'manifest' itself into 2 billion votes...and nobody 'prayed' for anything in the fairly fine language of the 80s thats for the dodgy TV mad Evangelina's of Yankee land ) the cowboy hatted man who was the touchstone for the whole region and 'good egg' - all that "he's a great guy" stuff so he got to even unofficially mentor the youngers who had their own goodish minds... still swaggering along the smallest shithole little High St in The MArches as if he is still 18 when he is well into his 60s ... and should have read at least one Huxley as it wasn't hard in even the 70s to eavesdrop a good conversation then about it all....
The Soma.... but without 'intention' to actively eat anyone ... nope you can't even rely on the local hipster 'politico' even if rather old pretending to still be 18 to know the word 'soma' ( "dont lament too much it was merely the soma thats what they voted for ... " nope over his cowboy hatted head )
But i didn't know how total it was.... and bless them as one mustn't "them" anyone or one is called a "seperatist" on a bench by one of THEM the perfect personification, indeed... just for in a celebratory tone observing how so many clearly wealthy non-menists would promenade the polluted Toe hand in hand as if they had indeed just come 'out'... for the day, when its obvious they were paying the several grand for an tourist cottage as clearly that is the 'brand' in that particular destination... all always being merely tourism for decades and bless her on her lusting for, what ... I wonder ..... as it's not there any more...
Indeed THE most interesting destination is the whole PP as even I didn't know just how 'new' age it was ... but what age exactly?
Apart from about three.
Nineteen ninety three, Portobellese perhaps...
Uggh this is so dreadfully uncreative its impossible to be alive in any way pondering even a word for 'them'...
suburban folk who adopted the right "costume" and stance and hobbies... some or other trendy dance or 'ethnic' fantasy ... (when every ethnic i ever knew of many just wanted a half decent motor car and they entirely miss this in even The Mayor.... of Ramala how in fact the bling is everywhere especially in his glittering town hall palace when his mayoralty is the same size as Horrorford - a deceptively wealthy region, out East at least, and all the municipal buildings have peeling paint and smell of piss...
really just trendy hobbyists from their compulsory nod to Buddhist siting around cross legged and doing nothing to signal to the others 'present' holding 'presence' in the same 'space' that an invite for a cuppa later isn't any kind of meat-market advance... or worse
I suppose in one sentence to preach all sorts of fine sounding concepts, then to hide the fact that not one actually abides by concepts such as give succour to the traveller even them Crets managed to pretend to be built upon, and still do.... and as for living arrangements not only would not one ever consider selling up their living space at half the 'going rate' whilst preaching care for the 'homeless' or otherwise bedroom-stressed ...
They actually don't KNOW that they became the problem and do nothing ever in real life about anything such as using less, lifsharing lots... etc...
because they are dressed in such a way that of course they don't need to ... and anyway all those hobbies to keep them occupied and ... gain attention to their 'identity'
to be continued maybe even if its so painful to ponder how to describe....
Never mind describe how not one ever actually looks for and speaks of solutions - real ones...
nope just endless new words.
"connect" often i think is the very worse and most painful
And this won't connect with anyone even if you "lean in" so far you hurt your nose on the screen as ...
well the brainwashing is so total as one can see at The Source that nobody can ever think it may be metoo ... so it's not really 'hypocrisy' it's far more 100% Animal Farm
ohh thats a point objectification - all is evil... as was known decades ago...
And yet it seems - long known but turbo charged in Somasville ... its so funny that look up any communitarian attempt at shared land use and all that my ohh my one would think that every 25 year old sunworshipping ssupersmiley upermodel with her just a little dewy a cleavage from all that hard outdoor work toiling in the earth, was here...
And ready to make "community" with anyone dumb enough to believe their brochures.....
Thing is not one - the rules of the Hobbyists ... is never actually reflect upon reality and playfully duel with the only one there is, that's scrutable... not one actually seems to know that a bit of truth-based DOing a bit of a fight ... actually makes you happy... even when you inevitably lose as it takes at least a real community of committed elves to tango... and actually get real 'revolution' (lite )
£1.60 and still too much when no die hard here pays EVER for their infotainment - i have expenses and do nothing else digitally
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