fake...

so in  a land  - SWestershire ...where ive never seen so so many 'save the bees' NEW things as if all new things dont have yet more new volatile forever chemicals  impregnated into them

infact i shall soon i do bee leave ... rename it the penisula of so preciouss ones they cant go out without a NEW bag on display

And thats before we get to the plastic signage everywhere saving bees

so I do not believe... there is any hope

 even the BBC has ,managed to offend  the stupid 47% percent who's mums never told them make up is so so old hat bimbo

about 30 years ago

yanks need a vpn they are so mean here nowadays scared of being sued

ohh yes lastpost ...blahh blahh the years of a FREE fabulous less on philosophy and psychology..

and the entiled snivvelling little moaning gits the next generation have been brought up Yank and are SUING their universities..

no hope

nobody taught them theres always a silver  skirt hem...

" TOXIC" how even makeup is poisoning your own blood never mind the poor bees never mind dolloping out yet more forever chemicals

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002rdnn

i hacen't bothered listening to other t5than excerpts heralding

as i know the snivvellingf little hypehimselfup

childman too listless to be called a journalist

 wont say, ironicly wryly with poise and grace

 the ONE key thing 

" AS WE KNEW FOURTY YEARS AGO  even in the boondocks of where i was...SO BLAME YOUR PARENTS..."

16_165733  hahhh its just MY diary most incomplete,  

and  every little impossible emotion, replete 

between the words or incomplete refs

or bits n bobs

....but the presses stopped

skipping over this fake - there being no hope

I thought this land was usually The Uttermost arse end of the universe but if JAney doesnt know i caught her that very very polished table top..

and ACTUALLY natural beauty a real corker i knew in 2004 

even if sadly she knew the grape rather well not too long before 

as i was saying to one of my many random disciiples the other day

" i walked into her Northern kitchen about as on tenterhooks as one could ever be

(true love from the previous saturday)

 and whatdyerknow.... mushrooms!

growing in her sink....

'excuse me but ive realised passing forty

lifes too short.... to ever again bother with all that showoff cleaning ocd"

apart from being fine bug food... one sip of her scented polish

another one bites the dust

ohh yes theyre all allergic to thattoo in Phoboland

But serious point indeed the ONLY point

fergal cannot make, Zac too no need to bother listening to him  dresses just like a SWEsterner..

its all gotta be new spick and trendy span

" im saving the environment.... look... i dont waste hyrocarbons any more on being all shiny... "

just like no Caroline Lucas or babyman ZAc may have listened and repeated all you ever needed to know, sadly no American seemingly can ever bother to recall

Less is more...

all you need to know start with end with

... where was i stop the presses.... a miracle (it being IMPOSSIBLE to even listen to a British so called novelist for years especially if male, the 'especially' in there only because Bella Mackie  was the exception

even if her controller we learn at the end was a bloke

thats what her daddy did to her...

...a Yank.... novelist..... who seemed to at LAST GET IT
" i was part of the problem..." and making his statement poignantly gracefull almost in gentle sardonese... i.e. no Tolle or Eisentinian fake emotion for the fare-paying audience  as they self-drive the jumbo into the ground at 500kts
 this is unheard of 

its like a real human being almost the last 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002rdng

George Saunders who the heck is he where did he spring from?!

just when i was thinking of.....

..i wonder if.....

to be cont

 

"under construction ready laterafters.."

 or maybe....to

morrow

now... this channel does not ....what is that smug showoff statement they all use " reposting does not mean you should judge me as having the same Nutzi views as the ...." 

or reposting does not signify this channel condones the worst dress sense in history and why Vivenne Worstwood had to come...

and do something....

 however.....

the way she caught the symbols,  symbol for...

I mean how on earth does one sum up (i forget bits of my audio tangents which dont quite loop back full all the way...

but it is the constant " they...  the big illuminati/world economic forum/Davosinians.... " rather than the true evil enemy them St trinians 

who's useless drunk teachers failed to tell them that all that individuating the uniform and all that expression of myself

is so dull it's daft...

And how to waste a life saying nothing  as they learned not how to say anything even when you get the full Whitehall lanyard and have a minor 'crisis' and a captive audience

such as " enjoy.. the big slowdown and learn more about the self the real one not the fake.."

Back to Pete....  and  random feed, i mean if rather than blaming it all on Palantir, or some other nutty techbro...

If they had any imagination, they would merely styate " go to your doctors every other week with some new undiagnosable complaint, and that'll fuck their plans to adopt "the greatest resource of data in the world upon which to  train Big Sister..." they supposedly crave after

oops errata they already do...poor Big Sister

Anyway yes back to Pete....

Just reminiscing,  but i dodnt think i have encountered anything out there which is the exact copy of almost every second of my particular life, from about midfeb in that year... 

MArch twenty twenty just hit the road on the rusty old  (green Party ruined) bike 

 may....  like Pete switchin from banjo to drum and then some funy old mouth organ

lets get doin some real social work...  even save the dyin junky...

(not poss too dangerous to be alone with any "bird" ear and several supposed responsible good burghers

corralled to do what theior badges had said for years, ears and eyes of their fey community

well time to be the arms of it too... or at least av a coração 

(funny how them Poertuguese it's every other word, with gesture too, beating it)

Anyway despite getting thin 

on often a cupboard bare and livin merely on  that teeth skin

And last September ohh woe woe woe IS me

no way i shall get through this upcoming one in the very old jallopy

Almost all the time 

I mean im the m ost relative to incommings "cost of livin' crisis" crucified of you all...

Ultra simplified ultra rationalsed 'food waste' a foreign baby-language

so yes.... social workin

setting up a whole free girlies riding club in the country as bad as yankland for false nooky allegators

just cos she said she wanted to go home and put a placcy  bag over her own nosebag and end it all.... 

at https://illicitgirlsridingclub.blogspot.com/ except it seems that may have gone wonky 

and i don't lie as just for existential non-angst reasons various things i jotted frpom the beginning of that glorious thing

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/my-links.html

95% of the time mojo 110% and the greatest ever philosophical upskirtin', of the silverest  lining in history....

  

and your not even allowed to write the book of every second feeling like a year so much rich nothings that are all everything

cos everyone else got moody

Shoulder-slopey...

just dopey

stupid...

blaming microchips poised to go into their powerlass arms

when the most poised and graceful decade of a whole fairly poisy life

began and continues

despite ...

but at last i can sum it all up who BEGAN the border line...

oops your borderline personality, defivcieny

we have the very words. on tape....

clue, he used his son... made millions from him.... in today's money, billions

Conned you all he cared to give Peace a Chance

When all he cared about was a Jap rumagin' about in his underpants

And that if he left their Liberty.

Eastbound back to sanity

See his lad .... 

unseen many years

No more  will he hear her tears

"John, child,  if you ever give up that childish grape...

maybe it'll do its proper Job  

and i shan't have to plan my escape..."

which would have done the world a great big favour

made room for real artistes, who's dad's 

well, if he had lived .... i know would be number one raver

" well 'twasn't for me....  but it may have been  just a bit of me

not running away..."

until .... dying in the actual arms of his lad

on tour, son and dad..... 

but fuck the only member of the younger generation who out performed..

out souled

outshone'

where them ferkin katydids gone?!

otherwise better

to the letter

but more important purest heart

bullseye with an even sharper dart

because that one evening, that one boondock highway...

to their dark pools ....

time to play

nothing for milers

shot snakes at the styles if they had them which they dont as ...

nobody told The Founders about rights of way...

people died for, the English philosopher, forgot

there is no ocean

no political commotion

decade or century

when your every sense is at peak Southern Belle

and them katydids startin'  dads version

well, heaven, hell

thats all it ever was

chirp chirp buzz buzz

rattle rattle

the one moment you know why you bothered to have been

born

alive

Anyway balls to that even if....

All that matters how on earth can it be communicated: every damn second i mean even lastereve skinning teeth ....

 

never gets me down...

generally jolly happy

(and io think i know now even her ..sssss got one of em Borderline uperselfinurses.... all the way....except there is a sequence and i have a little film from lasterOct that shows, i always....just go with smallest mercies as only their Kush,

 ever seems to have got) 

ok one week to live.... only

"skin of the teeth...."

Under construction ready late afternoon

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

Righty ho despite being as fake as those below....  she still gives me a shiver which is exactly whatnot

required merely to remember myself to not even shiver or breathe..

as for the second time with wonky old wires

never mind tyres

lets get it backed the ferkup .... an hour long of no breath

Never mind having to go back into the sequence, that really makes you breathless with illness

Here he is, cancel all previous pics of Charles Eisenstein and even Tom Paul the Paul one...

As this is the one they wish to be as photogenic as and get a real easy 'tribe' of not so easy ones pimping him out...

"Not Travel" travel is not as good as being stuck nowhere.

even if disastrous audio as my....standby, captured it... i hated it until now but ok it has its place even if awful sound quality

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/not-travel-travel-is-not-as-good?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

" he remembers you..."

 well 'ts a good job one animal has his head screwed on.... 

even if this thing will never have its head out of the clouds with all its hallucinatin' and do what the ferksits told

like the one below is the actual one on top

all that really matters some battery 

for the next new day

Anyway to the point. And no more poetical energetix, 

As yes poetree 

why they branded themselves as  tree 'huggers'

Yet did fuck all, wonky buggers.

In fact 'wonky' is an offence to poetical language

just lazy stream cloggin garbage

But hate the sin never the sinners

Lost in so much effort into the right jostic at their purifying dinners

Anyway forget all that even if i never realised until even encounterin' the one whom should have known, 

having left her vilest ever  once 'Second City', home 

likely to come peddle 

yet more shamaniac and be-WELL! twaddle

from her back room late at night

Too shagged out to get up with the light

and even do a few kilometers in the place 

they come to "hold the space"

But certainly

Not for ALL their made up 'community'

Ahhhahhh but don't be thinkin'

Imoan,  too

i do

And it has BEEN DONE

Righty ho that's that now all that matters - for real, is at last i figured what the flaw is in even great actually modern,  art. About the 'Past'. 

And yes  - well...  i wonder if she will even have a look. 

(and still remembers the yes 'MYTH' in that great book)

But here is indeed the thing.

A great song or no not poem only one was ever any good

and in fact accurate

the best is yet to be, the last of life for which... 

here's the thing though

memory

poignancy

..... thing is there's only one actual truly developmental moment, 

A mish mash of being discontent

Knowing nothing in that moaning old man could in any way

positively energise the day

But walking back across the Woodlanders yard

That was hard. 

Especially as i knew one hundred percent

Not one smallest personal advantage or even moment  content

can or could ever or will

come from 

a cuppa with a Brit who's 'ill'

Impossible angry entitled

to what? 

Just melodramatic pissing in a pot

addicted, steam, of subconsciousness

that's as constructed as their currency 

The bank of moan moan 

poor me and now all alone 

when they had a chance....

oooh what was that dance?

so, 'now'  - ohh my god even once-ok, Elizabeth is now quoting him.

Some kind of eureka in her shower, 

there is only one Power

I am only about now infact later today

And who would have thought the best ones are rainy

(but then what twaddle "wettest January this forever and a day"

bullshit there was that proper monsoon January

Twenty twenty " ohh my what are we to do

no work for six actually non stop wet weeks,

thats it, she'll be poised over her eviction notice, 

the one richwoman lostwoman hobby she's so thrilled   to do

And then...  nearly two years later

Of only Black Swans bobbin around

it's impossible to even lament her

As without her inner little girl without any little girl of her own

she must of course wreck someone else's home)

But that's not even interesting

ONLY one thing is...

So... the truly great song, you have to take the two versions up out onto a hill

these ones so underwhelming almost makes you ill

When you are at the simply perfect moment

Of always inner content

At every gib, illusionista even HIM!!
Chairman of a ton of cash, but i've not the slightest notion

if he means his promuklgated promotion

In writing, on  his door, into the book

may as well be  the usdual selfrevential 

 four thousand years of 

"light unto the nations,"

oops Im drowning in the cellar

"could we ehhh... package her nicely and sell her.."

yes i get it, but we do have actual progression

thing is ....

(i realise its all every one addicted to the next 'new' fashion - thats it a truly turgid tale of fourty dullest years) 

Misses THE whole point of life and having an emotional curcuitry

Those katydids... chirpin from Southern swamp and tree

Yes, upon the hill, there is only truth, the sons version outdoes dad

but why fiddle!!

with the most poignant of all ....

scene setting, little knob twiddle

That takes you back exactly there then, and now

Is more than any other moment

who you are, and will always be.

And that's the damn thing.

It's not a saudade, 

out at sea

Maybe ebbin' back

if one hangs around watin til the end of time

It's merely a moral matrix

maturing  in one moment, 

especially that one before

" don't stop, dont respond...

 just a redneck gotta make his point...

poor little snake never did him any harm

he's just waiting for one day when some chief redneck will  

tell him to really take up arms..."

even if i added in a line,

near fourty years later, because it's the right one

Anyway thus endless recreate yourself and  the most arrogant people in the universe

Definition: they never stood and stared at what was once worth staring at

in themselves. Too busy showing off what they are going to be in some next moment in their sick heads.

May as well in my opinion be dead.

Because there are certain moments

if you have them forced inside

and nothing new can help you hide

Away from the very very few

that helped just ratchet up to a slightly better 'you'

And all of listening, smelling,  even speeding

Along a certain Southern highway one  evening

FM radio hunting  around

" what on EARTH is that!!??!! ......... wow thats my kind of sound..."

Which is irrelevant even if the only question is

is can the English variant

Ever even stop....

and know her own past moments truly poignant

Are the gifts last so much longer than their magpine pretty things

fads, vuuduu zealotry, pretending to hug some poor tree

fashion, until the unsayable heresy "i'm so bored of ME!"

Merely because some (damaged)  Maddison  Avenue yank

went and hijacked a bit of Freud 

turned it into what may just do him some good

when he couldnt ever know what it will feel like to have the world at his feet

As he's still at the gallows pole of his wonky mothers bloodstained sheet

twisted into a rope around his neck

 may as well have been .... 

or stayed at .... the war he ran from,  always in his head 

Indeed what's the exact opposite of ... her song

All i know is that  there is a joy in using a pen and writing

lifelong my medium, even if my writing tedium

windbag death and rarely much zing

But infact more of an 'in the trenches 

fuck them fake healer wenches

do nobody any good, head or body' 

thing....

is alive and kicking 

with this damn thing

thats killed stone dead  any real communication

Likely even back to my half, or at least a third,  weirdo home  nation

So, the first and lifechanging booklist....

 https://www.ralphschism.com/p/cest-un-spectacle.html

oops that was the big one, but there was that very very first list of one; which still i blame for every foolery... even if  i shall still believe in it forever..

But then, even if it became about boys in girly dresses, ON public cash...

long after she the writer laughed with me about her three kids "fragile x" syndrome... 

there is only one best ever book she needs for them...

Hahh hahh i got the flowery one third time lucky.

And at last, i remembered, as it takes quite someone to make me forget the mission

Job done propper job.. just a leftovers2022.blogspot.com job and now the three year oral version face to face MAKE em take it in with so many stories and examples of how all the preachers with their piety and earnestry..

only spread witchdoctry...

 as they dont swear on their children's life

most too cowardly

to have bothered

" luv...on her life luv... it's the way they used the word picture, THREE dimensional of them moths drawn in to nasty two-legs' fiery homes....  

candle driven.... best intention  

but once inside, no comprehension

why they slash and burn

' the world we MUST warn!'

so they send out in little flutterby pachkages  

the only thing  that can save the world from human ravages

the stories..... 

my my it still brings me a tear... 

look drip drip standing here

and just because the authors (real human plural - 2 of actually them)

 well i dont agree with them's politics...

don't mean that when i read it i couldnt stop

' this is the only one i wish i had had 

all those evenings reading the lass and dad

.... politics mere politics

 against the actual next generation

doesnt mean  you dont always hand true rare  genious

 her  well earned celebration... "

 

" and no...like all zea-loots and rather tragic meemeemeeites

i don't get a commission despite hundreds of hours tryin to sell their rights

indeed as per usual in this dead

 and undivided land, merely unable to decide what can and cannot be said 

one cheeky word to them and ghosted as if ....

i'd butted them with a horney head"

Definitely the only half decent British book this whole century

https://mossycrow.co.uk/

 

I now really do retire from any moment and the next as to get something sane for her and them...

... and one who is true, deserves only all that, truth

oops haven't finished in constructive-insult mode

todays 15 km .... i GOT it!

The REAL difference between the ones here oops ninety nine percent

and the rest of them...

why indeed they taste liked poor Alexei's rather last-meal ..toad 

tomnorrow

In fact definate endtimes of the sequence even if it began twenty year'nago ...

Thistermorn..(same age as moi) .,,." you got married there four years back, wow ....and nobody tried to shoot you.... so would he still today  stand infront of you and shout 'no take ME instead my  life wont equal 3 if one of the 1+1 is no longer around.'.....[the only key, to it,  there is] ?" 

But it's the really old wheelchair bound you really need to eye to eye with.... knees long  gone mind still BATTLING on....

" they said it was a rather unsophisticated book... a bit clunky, not racey enough.... but when i watched the 76 again of late ....wow...deep...she even pretended to play cold,  after a rather a hot start.....  cliff edge...and lots of i'm a pacifist ..no you can't say THAT!.... but he did .." 

" no sir i always thought it was a magnificent book... and yes remember well that BBC... superb ...edge of the seat week in and out..."

what is revenge.. or even justice?

only fools even think they know what it is.... never mind it's random which side you pick. 

 And only because one has to spend the most excruciating hour in history nown again sat under their hippo roof topping up the batteries... every minute feels like a lifetime....tic toc body clock im dying....  when one meets the miracle, an English woman paid to  educate the little ones... who actually speaks the TRUTH...an hour flies by as if a minute and you only wished for her husband to have gone and gone to the pub and forgot she exists .... such true pleasure.... true one hundred percent saudade human being...

impossible

But she exists...poor thing i do hope theyre as tight as Missus and Master Ridd...

As its going to be a very very lonely life

as an almost impossible  minority, of a one off

if you love it... get it to Europe! that lucky  kid

 

Anyway live camera-action....

In a society-place

(ohh yes  I'm in the 'wrong'... as according to official stats of late - reference another day,  rather than The Russians... even Georgie Orwell...never mind The Kush.. all 'non fiction' except E$ckeart [typo but it fits!]  Tolle and other such controlly wank, and all fiction except Nariac bullshit insanity

  " ohh Tolkein still is popular...  the bookman yesteraft said..

maybe the poor people are hiding from reality..innit" 

fantasy your sop and tragedy

when even OUP senior management grisellda said to me " real life is so much more interesting my lass is banned from that Potty potty-trainin nonsense...and their fey Lord too "

ohh yes in Lorna's church i met thistermorn whist charging... THE ANSWER at last the only one whio didn't immediately 'embody' with a violent forward lurch..." but.... [i am going to save the world from all the mad kids who arent as i alone am going to save tbhem..] ..."

what a woman! who knows there is no hope

Unless she writes it for her three year old... as thats how long it will take for her generation to recover from mine, the most effete and decadent precious self important in history....indeed the DEFINITION

of acedie..

 at least twenty years )

the younger woman from THE number one place of vat thieves and con artists and famous Beatle-wifebeaters, Liverpool...

they are so brainwashed by a period here that one cannot even constructively critique " ehhh that accent .... technically born up the road from you lass....  99.999% the least trustworthy peeps on the planet....  and why...well, never ever trust a people, say Poland forex, who have LOST their 'empire' or second city status....as they'll do ANYthing to try and get it back .... even  crreate a whole 'culture' around themselves of lies and deceit  that they are somehow the sweet innocents and best poets...... "

nope all even sane insider chat in Sourcelands...banned

so fixing, only

live, camera-action.... she's the SECOND choice, i know who is the best subject for a vanwoman sticks a finger up at it all and learns that Nomadland is the worst self pitying false and parisitising a false constructed indeed paedo-filepast and get your dicks out spunking off at weak sad nonwomen moany girlchilds , as Frances Mc D was a child innit, not an adult vanwoman,  view of vanbabes,  load of bullshit ever as ALL real VANPEEPS no matter hhow cruel and ghostly even ones own blood can be .... ALWAYS...ALLWEATHERS... indeed the more hairshirt the better .... wake up with a smile on their face, every day a new in the 'moment' day...

thats the movie i have in my can....

even if wrong season... would have been much better if the evening tears had frozen into icicles.... more all-men-are-abusive-bastards appeal...

even if it had nowt to do with me...

Im just the artist and whats that word ehhh.... licenseer...

i know how to let them be who they REALLY need to be

the audio chronicles will show one day

 

now ...the ultimate

 in self deprecating

defecate upon the selfzen

is to ruin ones own offering, lifeforce

being

in all sorts of FAR wiser deep,  and even Getty-worthy clips 'n snaps which last ten years or more

i have in my filestore

but just because i can

and cannot them

put this load of performative 

and not that informative

nonsense .  ... but there's no riddle

nor method behind the piddle...

merely.... a sequence, long long long ago obvious

no need for dictionary or thesaurus

and love is the only human in all of history

to have rhymed

serbia

with labia

( 4 or 5 months ago,here) 

quite sensibly

They LOVE their 'victimhood' even victims of a benign winter

 THE most benign for years and years....

so yes....99%

" dad where DO those naughty one percents come from..."
when it was the other way around in times of sanity and simple common sense 

thing is theyve NOTHING to be sad about

except someone told them they all have 'S. A. D.'

me never even when i make the most tom Foolery

 Miss Take in history

right all there is and was yesterday at last even if Alvin's dad was complaining about it, too.... walk 50km a week and loads of just perfect sleep

now.... all i care about, online' is i havent had the battery or data left to get back to the SUNSHINE tapes...

 the sunniest summer of THINGS ever

bet that wouldnt even cheer up this lot the ones above all whom have NOTHING to moan about according to the lifestyle catalogues... 

wow i didn't know even if the then electrix makes you wince....

'twas in that greatest ever  year

just bees and...THINGS.... and flowers

talk about the greatest subtle so what 'things' may the cheeky old thing 

be referring

to

you're not erven allowed to refer to in YUK on loveday for fux sake they have  A YANKEE NUN 

at nine aclock 

on the wireless

i got one on luv... from a few days ago....dare i?

errata whats the point

back on course soon so many still in the pipeline

even if at last i REALLY know whom it's for...

As stated wow.... she must be near 70...

but talk about suer super duper ranty old bag, super sexy...

only that "bodily" 

"embodied"

setting

lets you get away lookin maybe even less than sixty 

And she agrees, the world must see a LOT more of her

AS 

still the best of em all in history

the only one who proves

let go all the way and still lookin pretty youngman even today

even.....got better

how can i get that in a letter?

but i wonder if its so in her land

from This Land

The Source

of every other remedy and its dog

and im sure far far too above any mere catalogue

merely, made them even more in need of the only real ferkin remedy there's ever been

that, to themselves

yet there can be none

to my hypocrisy

from yonder far off 

"wow what a feline figure ! lets go and see what brand ..of welly..."

fill in charmy hippo stuff

" awww what a truly happy little cutie... 

and tell me where you bought that haute couture fabulous Vivienne

i must have one when i  get another of them ... "

the biggest lie ever in history

yes, but...

 so, a reprise...

but talk about exact kairos moment, as if the Cave man was proven a rongun and theres an Interventionist Goddess    

afterall

If so, her ... 

both united 

the greatest ever performative art in history   

in the place of generally the most ripoff heartless art in an overpriced dumptown even if just over the road the most romantic gravestone in herstory....

ever..

so as one yank maybe knew " shared oppression" is all there is  to humanity

" hahhhh hahhh we heard the same clip.....  your mate Muzz Westwood, exactly

supreme ' activist' based on only quality

of mind and materielle....

me i would say my dad wore Yaeger for man, me i saw through that fancypants and my label only ever Burton

.... you at the kinkclubs with your sec change bruvvainlaw ..or is that sister... we would give Stewie his turn at pickin the club and i put in my bumprotector and toodled off to Heaven...

where they had ten times more fun than any ole hetro    

and the National Front too busy  fartin around with their tarton socks to come and bovva 

rufin up some bumboys ....

...god SIX kids! 

well dont moan to me they invented contraception about 1963..! 

..... exactly .. god, you knew hertoo! 

second we saw her on top of them pops

blew us out of both our sox   

 that's it a true genius we cant understand

higher orbit ...shut the fuckup

i got the magyc wand

thatl have you all Spellbound  ...

as we were,  and knew no more just sweaty rock gods...

but pute equality

metoo well maybe not as i raised myself on Muzz Baez..

but if some rock goddess had said ill give you a legup if you ave it iff with me....

well if it had been Siouxsi ....

t would have been the end   .. 

anyway yes your simply England in one life how it used to be

and early 80s we did have about ten years advance in proppa progression

even over Italy... never mind  every other European ex catholic concatanation

you agree!

but as you say my ohh my today

they laugh at us, and deride ..

all six of your kids just want yo hide

their passport from his pisspot

of sour tea and the end of history

problem is when you remeet THE answer to all the cant vanity and  rong turn in history

Henry or rather Ralph Waldo

rather than mere cartoon cutie Bilbo....

They did create something new

And you had to be there ... at least in those mid eighties ...

and even if not her song......

and they wouldv got shot fortakin iff their titty tops ..

when Europe... " monsieur...look at me titties free...! ..."

why is ai stuck in the past rejiggin into ones feed... 

one dead old breed

rather than tomorrow, the two could mate back into  perfect harmony

siouxsi and some fat n skinny old blokes

would have solved  all of it forever ....unfortunately

cos all i know is the greatest ever REAL Queen of sedition

a one off perfect edition

my my yestermorn. ...  we ripped

riffed

into " well .... you cant say THIS any more ...  but i will.."

" no ...i can beat you you really cant say THIS.... no one would ever dare .. '

" thats ZnOTHING...you wanna hear what my first ever in Britolin  sexchange sister in lore said after her first ever choppin off its balsls........."

"Thats NUTHIN...  ..ive ben sayin for a decade....where are the TAPES?! ... every vulture angin round your famous celeb mates .. 

came equipped rto capture every dribble if DNA..... and every loose word ....

i say

you need to be prime Mistress....

youve even got on the right dress ..

made of see through hems as you are me...we know only total transparency

despite our true innate quiet humble  private  dignity 

can save

humanity

well at least up this  particular junction

of as every european now says    total fuckwit dysfunction..... for our daughters

one day we ..willl......"

so fuck me u the back'un with a bottle full of ..

 Dark Waters....

Yes a truly great man.....

and film

yestereve going back there ...

and i always go back  'there' too ..

The most atmospheric ponds up in them boondock hills that night .... the Southern swelter 

causing my head to helter skelter...

for reasons only of actual feminine purity

.... and out of the dark deep blue

even if teflon coated abd dead meet bloated

a miracle

but does she still recall our GREAT book.... fourty years ago

back n forth her to me and back again over that larger  pond

and.....

his feeling..... about already knowing... maybe even having met

there"s only one song..... today

Poor Nigel, on the wireless as i speak (08.47)

 Now....generally, 99% of the time, it is such a 100% pleasure, to as i do often

such as yestermorn speak for at least an hour with even a halfbreed

half Iti.. half a nearBritolin land that grew up

woman

exactly lets get some life into this dead place

all of them endlessly warding it off

with wellness in an elitist space

(not her the halfy and her bloke)

" luv.... leave there's NO art left here.... 

take it from me .... La GRANDE... 

no British film director would even know as Paulo for all his sexist piggery never featuring any babe as the one who does the piggery rather she only ever has it done to her....  but is given a free pass when theyre gathered on the Roman veranda and Jep does his greatest ever speech  to him and his tribe, about how 'we're - thats me and you, no one else us intelligentsseers....  ALL so disgustin'ly decadent fuck off to the beach....

no British director could even dream of that scene rather blamin Kier, some longgone pa*do... or someone else.... 

even if this one in his greatest ever soundtrack, is me

as remedy

 to all their  Vespa nonsense

 and high bourgeois fussymummy'sboy, pretence

and even them Yanks well... add this to the list too

they chuck mum down the bog good riddance to wonky rubbish... with love

and laughter

just not allowed in this land a performative infirmary.."

" yes so please let me write down... what was that first film again ohh about Beautiful.... ME !!!  i love ...we need....your education...!"

the difference between a younger European and younger Brit

the latter would be taping you for the inevitable complaint and 

some other shit

for brains long gone to Furbie heaven

so i dont care about the default conspiracy theorising

if it were in any way accurate, but everything became " ohh those loony Europeans theyre lost to woke insanity....  we must never again be friend or even ally" copyright poor Nigel... and his swivelleyed family

(and even my once schooldays sanest best friend...talk about tragedy) 

Nobody told Nige

Last week Macron wrote a letter to every single twenty nine year old Froglet, no exceptions 

no bothering to have safe spaces between the lines - lacunas, for certain feelings...

" .. please remember before its too late..its maybe even your duty....  never mind how you keep the reaper from your front gate...BREED... l'amour. comme les cheins even if you must...get it the fuck ON....breeding is best "

In Britolin on the wireless half the morning

"every single  schoolkid, even nine year old

must be given a 'safe'  secret space away from mum and dad

where... they will be safely supported to change

into what they never were, and can never be...

maybe even  furrie 

and if they need support with the chemical castration, one day we'll be there for thattoo"

now which people went conspiracy theory Big sister; into only ever inhumanity ?

And poor Nige his hands rhetorically tied, by his eyes swivelling wrong way, even married to one from Germany

Exactly, there was only ever one good verse of poesie

 Grow old along with me...

But even that one hadn't a hope

when one sees that even middlin' age, woman or bloke

despite every other word about health or wellbeing

They're terrified of it, can't even say 'ageing'

never mind for one millisecond believe

the best, mind, posture, embodied or even magyc thinkin',  memory

is yet to be 

I'm so so bored of all their really boring 'wounds' 1 of many

righty ho now even if the worst performative presentation in history all i know is one thing that apart from the fact that i only VERY rarely give my website (the other one, first ) to anyone - like i have to really think they are sound and sane and also WISE, and that's  very rare! is that i have never known or spent time among a 'people' who are so utterly lost to every single person has something wrong with them or defines themselves NEGATIVELY by something they say negative was in their past... its all performative

 poor poor me...

thats the ubiquitous identity

Excepting Ms Special hat

so there's no point in any polemic

or i can TRUMP your epidemic

of... well its just cant and vanity

 A kid who breeds her own ferrits and ends up 2009 as JUDGE in underclasses at the supreme ferret championships after winning it

and then never even SEES her animals ever again including massive zoo of rescued hedgies, ducks hens loadsa buns....

her own hard trained pony

 (oh yes they all get the proper job  even the lying mad illusionistas rip off thieves,  this one fifty years ago " look at that gate done proper by dad and old man Ralph who taught me well...")

 

every single horsey woman knew a truly  zenned and amazingly calm yet strong young girl  who may meet their from time to time, and always say so (you cant fake being at ease with nags youve never met before especially age 10)

ahh yes one day

doubt we'll have a saudade on that one: when the paid lanyardist at child's events actually looked the children they were paid to look in the eye, in the eye

And then hundreds more to come of kid teaching so many other kids about her animals and always only ever the fun way.. knowing they would learn that way, too

that takes 100% sanity and maturity

And doesnt come miraculously, but by hard work

no made up ADHD

but thats one thing its just the endless misery in absolutely everybody

now i KNOW why 2020 happened.... 

why it was as it was which never made any sense until....

marooned in a county of only performative

ex South eastern

misery

when so few have anything much to be sad about REALLY

So that Black Swan......

 

Now i know, the very best way to describe it.

Ugghh  that sounds portentous, and so of this region.  At least one of them has been trained " so do you gather there weekly as i notice you do, all trundling up  in your one-woman-per vans... in some local sex cult i haven't been invited to..?"

And no...i do not ever compromise, no more.... 

If The Queen of Sedition " my middle name" having said in first pong of the ping pong i made her laugh, and that's very foreward.... can't take a joke, that wasn't even at her expense... she ain't getting my very hard occasionally earned cash...

But it's the assuming... assuming makes an ass out of you, and me;  even if me i couldn't care less but it wastes time as they just assume... all they have to do. 

(lots more on that soon, no names no places as not one are worth placenaming, furthermore i do make myself pretty clear " all i attempt to be a bit fruitly seditious about is the far more interestingly-hypocritical lasterregion... this one of absolutely no interest whatsoever just some good quiet no-traffic byways up in the hills to meander pondering lasteregion.....anyway showoff  old bags addicted to yoga thinking it makes them still look like 25 year old faeries ehh  that what Americans do .. and not one would understand ' fighting... put your finger up authentically... thats the only thing that makes even a 72 year old Huppert a pukka sex kitten, most desirably.... [ i believe Ms Q o S has balked at..funny that she calls herself a sex therapist..of course the usual problem she can't make any cash out of telling them to be only themselves their wild woman within and you alone take responsibility for not making YOURSELF laugh, as everyone else just pretends to like you as part of an only transactional 'community' of transactors.. ].. '  )  

so now it's safe to look at the interweb of lies n deceit once again

and THE poet proved

what wet blankets they always are

mustv been the rare headshakin' affective disorder

turned im into such a disaffected board

hoarder of the worst songs since Babylan begannit

not able to stand up to is usin

 snivvellin little record company

"Dave soften it..... cmon just try....

 that cleverdick poetic stuff

just makes the bimbos cry

and not get out their lighters and stand around like

sundazzled  zombies on

Robbie Williams on Hospital food

  

pukin it up

at their devil's dark material, in a poisoned cup

poisoned chalice

of perfromative malice...."

so as proof at least one of em's therapy perapps worked

Even if a real man doesnt wait two decades 

to learn to get back to spittin' it out 

propper passionate truth-spatter

into their daily breakfast marmalde

I mean where children and Rotweillers play

Mumford and sons given a billion suns

worth of notebooks

 couldnt write real poetics

or know it stuck up their bums

still on fire from Mister Gray's 

rejected bits.... 

thrown out Chinese fire lantern

greatest hits

left out as not great enough

anyway twenty years of  Babylonic bile and vomit

the man who could once sign his way onto the speediest passing commet

i would demand a refund!

never mind proof poetry

even the greatest this and last century

doesn't work

And  i bet he'll blame it on the ...

or the  only tambourine player in history

with his tambo-tourettitis, disability

at four minutes in

which cause and effects you

as if he's Mister Page with his angel-assited axe

and  actually means it, the best of music music makes you free

Anyway fuck that now.... it being safe once more to occasionally look back at 

what WAS great and was gone, but just maybe....

Assume...

so there i was in an undentifiable fairly crap artspace

i know NOBODY in this pagan place

(the real definition well thats hard

all it meant according to them Roman tourists 

two thousand years ago, us special city folk the 'demos'

the rest, you woolybacks, 'pagan'

nothing more nothing else no magic no cauldrons

And the '

'druids' were faked out of one smallest piece of Ceasars doubtless dogy poetry

And...

that ecvening.

"Tube man lastereve,,,did you see IT.?!?!... ferk me  the electricshock of a  scottie 

you know you can trust err rather than that self-placcybaggin' Paula, our symbolic tragedy "

the two-face song

all about the SW

but not...hers

of the great hat

   Mike Scott didn’t write lyrics, he wrote Russian novels.

The point, the word 'pagan' 

every single one, of us, then, in times gone

knew had an invisible question mark after it

 maybe

And thus was what it should always be

for free

cos no-one knows why 

or what or how and when

Except every shabby 'shaman'

faery mermaid selkie

never mind con artist

'constellation therapist'

with higher than national average rent

 to pay

And some lousy rip off Coop every day

desperate to smarmy rip off every cent

The answer, your solution they bay

("by donation",  ehhhhh  that much.. phhhh ...sorry no way..... )

when all it ever is was can be

some weird maybe-magic

like today, thistermorn i nearly sent a poetical pong

waiting too long for your response luv

here's my offertory back in a song

words to the effect: my sedition 

the limited edition

only to the pasterregion where army mothers 

cried tears for kids killed 

may as well have been by the local  alcoholic crocodiles

performing mournin' 

down the local aisles

when not one had had the gumption or taken responsibility

"no son,  I watched The deerhunter, it even got onto bimbo ITV 

real art real life all war causes everyone, only insanity

your stayin' here! even if i gotta kidnap you an keep you in captivity"

But i didnt send it

bored, their perfromative haribo fizz

And then in the last place in the world one would find a great work of art

i met her, or at least immediately she told me her own story

 of a parent -  never before heard of in real face-to-face life,

wise enough to run away 

her sons lived to see another day

but only of days more of her cruelest possible damaging lunacy

ohh well thats the human condition in one 

paragraph, rather dichotomous story

never mind the truth is you find it in the last place ever imagined

and when you've stopped looking for anything wise to hear, ever.

Thing is i think its about the best little story of what is one of em cheeky little 'sublimes'

Even Oxford Fellow truly awful fellow so called friend

Mister Babb, writing his OUP commissioned bible onnit

" i can't get to the last grand finale, volume three 

naughty sublime ...its just too damn slippery..

ohh woe is me "

and JB CERTAINLY the exact opposite of some hippie

 But a few years later

" Jeffery any more thoughts onnit  ?... can you speak of it in some simpler way..?"

" im still damn stuck... but i do know one thing,  it recreates itself every day.."

 

but methinks 

only if you have the 'space'

(to notice cheeky ole it) 

and, know it can't be there, in that dull place

 Black Swans are far simpler, not that there's any point down here where unless you go to every fixing workshop ever invented,

acupuncture to doubtless shamanian dog therapy

 for doggies discontented

( dog homeopathy  - at 100 quid a sip,

even in not quite so neurotix, Hay, 

for their bought-bohemian  'hip')

A. you can never ever get your fixing from some menu, ever, never, not in all of past present and future history

B. 

its impossible to know how you will feel, after any next action, or event

ever, never whatever your wisdom ort intent

and knowing how you will, is what's caused all their insanity 

that BS theory the only actual remedy

Righty ho now some sense to attempt to make of....  best winter almost ever, even if only to get around to writing up a few a fair few years ago