But she lied, too ...

 "ive lived for a longtime nearly everywhere.."

fair dinkum though i am worl expert at stripping out ALL revolting little apps and turning off ALL 'auto' play or think the vile little Al Gorey thing can know me....

as fake as so called green Al Gore whom upon some good day at the polls left his hundreds of bright houselights on all night... enough to require another ferkin windmill despoiling my lands just cos his mummy never taught him to pull the plug out before bedtime....

(as the chronicle states regarding ALL schoolteachers interviewed upon the Path laster year or so....ohh such fun... the best the actual bosslanyardcow  - oops thats rude to cows that have some common good sense....

at her school, paid to be environmental bosslady who admitted she never bothered to MAKE the teachers tell the kids to turn off lights ever in fact even the watertaps in the bogs often left running for hours as she too fat to bother doing her...round.....she is paid to and has on her CV so as to brightly outshine the next applicant for yet another third sector conjob.... NIGE wouldnt dare go for as Nige is a baby never grew up neither...you need BATTLEAXES [f] on board for that as just with them Mullahs no point Jimmyin' ion outside punishment, 'sgotta come from next door...even if she is being hung drawn and quartered as we speak.... ..... )  

anyway yes distracted by her smile somehow a youtube 'playlist' gets through my fine defences based on a  whole life of RAlph teachin' me never ever ever trust any fool.... to know what's good

anyway SAndy come sack to mind via auto-chroincleate 

i mean yes...but no you realise of course no Londoner can ever tell any truth they just project what sounds so Laurel Canyon cool and hip....even then. Even if Laurel wouldnt let them within 100 miles.... not hip enough basically one story of London how mean it is in its fakery 

which is a kind of power ..... 

even if all fantasy dream 

I don't waste a minimoment pondering as its only about what next

And anyway i didn't know til Terre Roache clearly ran out of cash and doin' the rounds i always thought they were from Amishlands the way they alone seem to have got the perfect wonkiness of a genuine bein' none nowhere, rural life in their sublimest songs about their hometown of NYC life    bloody liars but still better than Sandy with her faked unphilosophical take on her life so short cos of her....

BUt the thing i must remember and will likely forget as they make you forget your real identity they suck your differentness out of you and try to turn you into a commission, selling you a job lot of Eckheart course material as you aren't them....

Anyway this is quite serious, and ten times better than any rubbish the alcoholic Alan Watts (they so so all love as of course they're in love with even more 'divinely' painful wounds he basically tells them all of life is just a wound that doesnt really exist as nothing really exists- video about that later ) ... 

Thing is that weird equation of 'time speeding up' as you get older.... well yes.... 

but i have certainly discovered in the last 1/4 of a decade ....ehhh....no

In fact just a year of three supremely interesting gibbers i don't give a second thought to except for how they are amateurs compared to the three in the year before...

and all are irrelevant even if worthy of several operas CenterStage Glyndebourne ... and all are irrelevant as i only do the odd JOB only ever to attempt to leave interestingish things behind  in writing i may get to one day - well in a more elegant way

But that equation how does one even put it? 

even if gibbed by her and at least 500 of them listens mine....

you have to beat them.... as they all die young or wanly age far sooner than they should

Thing is in 1/4 decade in a vile so polluted so hateful place and that's not just her little fakeplace..

(in fact  basically as shabby as a Laurel Canyon  too pretentious to live in Foulmouth full of obviously dangerous loons up the coast.....  and as we knew the real worse loons ended up doin another first Charlie there.... [ i mustnt forget the one whom tried to metoo Polanski a truly useful genius with his Pianist  as of course she had no real talent so thought she may get some clicks via him... when surely he'd had enough for a lifetime and her 'evidence' was her friend a drunk from Kensington...but that's HAy for you..a long time ago...]....  yes it wouldn't surprise me one day to turn on the wireless to hear of  some berserk person goin'

 berserk there.... especially as i saw several bein' half berserk at breakfast time in front of their own kids on Gweek common....)

Anyway not that irrelevant incident or so in a place of no interest.... as grown ups saw through performative bohemianism by trustifarian boys and girls... like.... 20 years ago....as they invaded wealthy West Herefs on daddy's cash - there the mother usually was kept in the coal cellar if she was lucky...

thing is in the most boring place on the whole planet,  

(and me not subject to tourist lies and sad little incomers who dont want to clean tourist's toilets to pay her rent ,  so lie about how lovely their 'community' is...i see through before i've even ventured there )

it's well understood when life is so ridiculously boring and utterly good for nothing meaningful at all just a waste of 1/4 a decade on standby like a fool...

" ohh moan moan who knows where the time goes it feels like i came here just yesterday.... 1/4 decade ago" 

but the way to beat them, unintendedly, the most empty hollow echochambers of the whole planet  - The generally ex Londonish incame Horatio and his drug dealin' brother who we wont talk about unless he does a MAnsontoo.... and she set up a yurt hire operation ONLY wanting to get a council grant from them,  when theyve run out of funday ideas to 'bond' their teams bonded to their compulsory waterbottles and lanyards, to set them up for a day in the local noisy park  200m from the A30, so they can pretend they bonded in 'nature' too... 

(ohh i havent even started wait til we get to 'retreats' Monty would say Id rather be ina pit of hungry Pythons quieter than this ripoff 'sanctuary'...) 

anyway ...  thing is all everyone wants to do is live longer or FEEL like they have at least....

and 1/4 decade of nothing but (oops 99.9%) charades facades two faces and rip off wage thieves...

nobody has read a good book...( except the first sexy librarian but she squashed by the hidden total dinosaur a-woman-her-does-the-shoppin-me-i-do-nowtbutwatchtv...  as she told meabout her hubby and he's not even born PAsty but becoming Pasty well that dinosaurory becomes 'licensed' )

thing is....even three months ago seems like thirty years ago  my utterly empty nonlife in the worst place in the world.... is weirdly so absurdly cup overfloweth.... time has not just slowed down its almost stopped....

but of course it hasnt

and the equation always was that life and 'time', it seems longer if you have a VERY very fullest daily existence...

you figure....

Now, all a frosty mornin' does is sometimes slow me down...

Even if last 48 hrs talk about Mister efficiency

thanks to the lord who ain't divine and certainly doesn't exist the way they sexistly say 'he' does, as for now all it is is a ferrit...

who helps me when i start writing! i near forgot the pattern

So, as i don't ponder but allow things to precipitate when they will, yes near 20 years, but especially 7 years of the landowners going wonky; all that " yes wow great stage one of THE JOB"  - tending to their rotten wood, and without any obvious cause and effect they spin out of control get all weird and then just like that cancel... when i know full well they really did want their job doing...and probably had some money left after their hidden alcoholism or Xanax addiction to pay for it to continue....

why?

And I always knew what the pattern was but having a truly lovely few days even if hard work (i told my fave librarian she 'won' yesters)  reviewing or beginning to ten years of chronicle with all sorts of bits of fantastic aides to a fabulous memory - most pictures taken so i can locate the audio that was being recorded at the time so it will take a lot longer, yes the pattern is so obvious: if one is as a true fringeland rural person of the land must be, always, and was taught well by oldman mentor Ralph, always methodical...always. No matter what or which psychodrama they are addicted to around you, you tune them out and forward plan THE JOB in your head even when off paid duty  so they are in fact getting you at about 2/3 of minimum wage as their job inhabits your head even when not being paid to do it, or getting ripped off for the last chunk of wages so often they need to as they need to... live in their psychodramas, yes methodical means  that irrespective of the waffle they're waffling to fill in the time between their next pill or drink or session sat all day watching their telly any good rural worker battling the weather and aas always wanting best bang for buck, meaning a great job at reduced cost one thinks ahead such as ponder how one may get wood as dry as possible before creosoting or the necessary two coats of thick bitumern if a gatepost  - the way gatesposts just rot away within a few years nowadays as they are designed to, when ye olde gateposts lasted thirty or forty

anyway just drying wood properly in the sun may require considerable guile plotting where to put them out to dry getting best sun and how to quickly put them under shelter ikf there was a rainy one..

etc

a constant tangoish dance and flow of real actual energy to harness that solar energy as if one paints creosote onto dam wood its far less penetrative 

And then the tools getting out what you need, and knowing what you will need again the next day and leaving them out close to the job or its some neurotic palaver just to restart the next day and you have some madman or woman who cant be bothered to do their job themselves making comments about leaving her tools out when its her ferkin wages you are saving and anyway you are way up in the hills and youve already checked for dodgy dogs off leads that may take a hammer to play in the yonder field...

Anyway yes methodical ... pride is an awful word and always was the end of sane society but one does have a certain amount of it when figuring that the application of that days methodical plotting saved her money and also gets the long job done just a tad more quickly...

the4 only true pleasure for some years... 

now this is a real life version i am afraid of one of my few hero's Primo Levi's books like Other Peoples Trades where he taught us by making gently wry observations of others he would encounter as he travelled far and wide on his jobs....  (oh yes of course that's the other thing they HATE..i mean really really hatefully decry in you)  if they see a few intellectualish real  novels out on your dashboard  that arent some murder mystery or KAtie FForde bimbo towers thing...  so one should always leave visible  - they will spy! a Turgenev... or even better a Yevgenia Ginsburg which has the added bucvketful of glass splinters chucked into their safe spaciness factor of "yes a peasant woman Russian who survived many years in Stalin's gulags ALSO wrote the best book ever on persisting a gulag and finding the silver linings and a far deeper humanity via her real life experiences...... "  when all they can do is be addicted to breakfast reality tv or moaning...

that will cement  the hilarious opprobrium  which initially was based upon their utter hate of ones methodical approach to their job...  it will cement it, as usual with that useful product, that they could have mixed and laid themselves in the base of the wobbly post...  turning their disdain at someone methodical ... often reorganising their chaotic  toolshed  on day one of a new JOB, so as to be more efficient in the rest of THE JOB.... which of course they whine at and know immediately this is being done on THEIR time and money!!  how dare he....

never ever actually later admitting that the methodical requirement on day one to organise the tools for simplest efficient access the rest of the days on their JOB....  actually saved them money  - i.e. my time working on their job... methodically

And therein lies another 'equation' (there are a few discovered mid waffle in the audio series ) a ruralJOBperson must be methodical - especially when as usual there are no helpers ever to even help keep posts upright when cementing them  as all the women ran away to live nearer Harvey's Nicks... or emotionally blackmail you they are Mother Theresa working every hour god gave ion 'care' when if they did care for their oldfolk they are paid to care for they would wheel them out into the sunshine ...(they never do i have DOZENS of audio and  film explorations of this fact over a decade )    or not forcefeed them cake so as to remain as fat as they almost always are when even the BBC knew sugar was amn actual pukka  poison 35 years ago...

so the amount of being methodical is a constant for all my adult life in fact despite being a bit wonky as a teen thentoo as it was fully taught by loving old man without a CRB check...

my methodicality [the constant] x  their level of chaos [or if less than average their level of inner guilt or angst at a VERY useless meaningless life]  = the amount of wages ripped off,or false promises of future work that never transpires  

.....which is a breach of contract in any faith

but espesh so called Chriostian... but then as many also went 'pagan' as that became trendy 15 years ago, and latterly shamaniacas that followed a meaningless word that the romans used merely to describe the not-cives who lived in the countryside, no voodoo intended... i hope the hexes get stuck in their crossbows and hurt their fingers when they backfire...

Now..it has to be confessed slightly buoyed on by a smiley librarian  two days indoors a lot tolerated...  and its time to drip-drip Chinese torture start to get really into the chronicle and for all those addicted to the 'dopamine' of it must be about NOW! or its no good i shall mix in things from the very recent past.... that are still ongoing... 

and thus still 'live' issues....

sdo as my Youtube stalkers know (its astounding some literally are onto anything new i upload within seconds i do not exagerate.. the 'views' thing does work i know as sometimes i try to lure in the lost one with a  fun video set to private only she can see it as only she knows  of it and it remains mercilessly unviewed...) anything can pop up ... 

but my real genuine lament is ONLY that so few listen to the substack audios... infact i dont really 'get' it. why bother putting your mean noses in here so often where you arent getting anything other than the quick version usually splurged at superfast rates as  laptops being typed drain battery far faster  than audios being on for hours and all sorts of naughty lines may even be crossed in the audio format...  where one has time to truly surf a creative wave os something i know not what but i almost never put on pause as my recorder is so buggered its a longer job to put on pause than if ever absolutely necessary bleep some guest appearance i natter to as i am recording them....

anyway ... even if images can't yet be sorted for the best image of a series as that takes too much time, too...

and anyway images are auides memoirs to come back to films or audios made concurrently 

2020

a whole series on this over half a decade first a small shoot of a new sapling that had come from the old tunk blahh blahh...

captured over all seasons as i would walk past it most days at the lasterregion.. 

ohh yes wonderful...now this will be part of a major retrospective... (subseq    uent ones far more revealing and carefully taken) of a British famous landlord woman who has a large holding and even revved up the whole operation to get GOVCASH as an ECO place...

who had for many years a delightful habit of burning close to her tennants homes  all sorts of quite reusable furniture...all sorts of plastic and rubber tyres... and even their furniture when she had promised it was ok in storage for a short time after  keys returned ... this all in my Woodlanders spot where there was so much unused and empty storage its daft so 'twasn't an issue...

nope mere performastive RAchmanism to allay her...very very troubled soul...

i so enjoyed over the years exploring....

but then it was so so much more interesting  spring '21 when i am hired to fix up a totally destroyed and glass strewn large walled plot of land she hired out as allotments ...   nobody else had even picked up one slither of glass for years (a countryman can tell) ... and i think was it four chunks of wages - sort of a week at a time...(blazing sun, no hat, no knee  protectors some Londoner would think are mandatory just for weeding a path,  kneeling down half the day just in shorts going through the stone looking for all the junky's glass..)   and my 'protection' device has recorded every " well done ok i didnt think that area could ever be used again i see all the glass is gone ... 

 [hmm well as i write good job SHE didnt answer my note MS Bolivia... i saw her stop at the side of the road ands STEAL someones flowers off the bush aside the road thats what a 4 ring does to your moral fibre i guess..]

... anyway she knew i was a 'rights' fighter i know she used to Google stalk me poor old hag.... what a waste of a life...

but the performative grand finale even surprised me the way the last 3ish days ... she 'forgot' to pay....

(these things my treble backed up chronicle never forgets even if i NEVER need to return to it...its a splendid way to weirdly bolster your memory infact to know the real full true version is recorded day in and out....)

 not my furniture THAT time (but only fools sue or get em arrested for crtiminal damage there's no art in that...nor justice...justice is only by making something ugly, beautiful.... i will be spending the rest of my last third of life upon.... i won!) 

anyway 

202 the year of Lord is a ferrit and a happy one too the amount of new exploring all my lasterregion hidden pathways and streams and riverbanks...

back tyhere soon

ahhhahhh but a new self pitying lanyardist we saw arrived in town...well high up on my hill ... " it represents my successful fight against decades of depression even if a still get it most of the time" 

(later)

ehh ...along the lines of so in this extremely wild remote place you want us all to be reminded of your failure to grow up ....  funny thing is it took some doing to get it all the way up here to show off your pain and suffering....  when i had genuine real '

depression in my early twenties i couldnt have lifted a hammer to numb my own inner pain in the neck...at people like you....  who must show off everything when there is a line... the common good... is to be left JUST with nature in some places..." 

 

right so interesting looks so inauspicious  an extremely controlly chained off ultra manicured little plot along one of my otherwise wild byways... i had no idea that he was one of the 97% who went to live in the SW ....

ahh hahhh more soon

back to Madam Environmental grant  recipient....

this large pile of wood whilst in a sublime old rotting old estate only peasants inhabiting for 100 years various caves and huts...

she knew many were 'fuel povertied' and all had woodburners...

but fascists can't of course add two plus two

two of thousands but they must be beautiful one day soonish

 one of thousands just representing 2020 total bliss

but, one of thousands representing or rather being within something else: so interesting....  May 2020 .. endless sunshine for weeks..

living in a region (15 peeps per sq km as against 125ish all the SW)  with lots of nothing.... loads of rundown little hamlets a few houses even more rundown due alcohol or wars over who owns them....

one small village Staunton-on_Arrow ... of sort of entirely incomers fgairly elderly

You are cycling for many km not a car or even tractor in the lanes...

paradise

" but hark what is that racket ahead sounds like a swarm of very very fierce large Beas.... ?!?" 

 literally the whole village had gone into daily lawnmowering obsessive compulsive disorder ...  " we will not be beaten by this little bug!! as long as all our lawns look like Wimbledon even if the blighters will cancel that too blighters how dare they.... it represents that we beat it..in the trenches too.."

But this isn't in PAstyshire where its ONLY about showing off... this is in almost the middle of nowhere..

There's a real Turner just in all my video and film and audio of course of that... sickness.

Ahh yes in the same village my my the way their curtains twitched.... a film photo series of that too..

MORE CLIPS TP PUT IN AT SOME TIME LATER indeed such a quicjk first clipgrab of thousands i know the far better ones yet to even find 

but this for now will be the perraps more urgent matter to attempt to make it philosophical - i mean 'living philosophy'

 about real life... then... and i know its nowtoo...as nowt has changed it just got worse...so i got even more creatively thrilled  bigsmile

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/the-job-butters-gibbers-if-pastine.html

Righty ho....

 so the mean readerate compared to, him... Mister Walker (bet its a fake name too) 

i haven't even looked to see how much of a coffee i was 'bought'

but i bet on buymeacoffee dotcom or whatever it is  there's a gibber button! " ive changed my mind  despite it being a firm commitment to ongoing jobs... for weeks n weeks just so you couldnt get OTHER bookings so starve cunt........and as for that coffee give it back i dont care if it's gone cold.... in fact i'll piss innit as well just to make sure you dont even get a sip .... and i don't drink coffee so the gib is merely to spite you.."

along to the tune herein

anyway so yes pondering

(don't tell this new page here its indeed tri-pupose or maybe even quadruple as it'll get very upset and take out an unlawful  manipulation and being used, for more purposes tjan it could ever imagine,  case...as have every single scoundrelous defraudin' lovely landowner babe ive ever worked for..... i wouldnt have one second any other way.... even if the CONsequences are yet to even be tallied..... : the splendid fables within, every second on tape...thanks to that doodgy yank 10 years ago.... infact thinking of just how much gleeful  truly energising fun will soon commence ...well i should tell her one day.. thanks.. which is all 'justice' is  ) 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/the-job-butters-gibbers-if-pastine.html

anyway yes pondering just in case i forget as you would have no idea how much hard work this is never mind drowning out the screams and 'entitled'  yumminess of the mummies who know that 'be the fuck quiet here' doesbt apply to them and their phone calls and calls to their liw b'luvveds..

whom they cannot as if they did they would teach them to be human....

and respect just one other...like me forex whos got so much chronicle to get rte-enjoying to share with my meanest ever undreadership of fools as you would have it far quicker if you bought me a fuckin house instead or just a shed with a socket....instead of a meagre coffee...

gone cold by now its not a REAL one very stong and very very black...

#dran straight out of the kettle on bpoil

(not a lie i was observed at length..only pansies and writers and artists with NOTHING to say  have time to let their coffee cool even just a little, out the in fact one pan-for-all water pan...  )

ohh yes the pondering.... well i rarely ponder anything i merely deliberately a decade ago made some 'space' nfor me to 'hold' always as the whole land's just full of Spacehoppers...

BIN fiucking go

'Teletubbies' is a tad too difficult for the Narniacs to two dimensionally think: you may be very very dangerous behind your fluffy costume...

Space hoppers hopping between their 'held' spaces! its ferkin genius  even i am laughing at that which just came as typing i never plan owt...

especially as it implies i know they would have to think, but they by definition cant DO anything in the  places 

between their 'spaces'

like even train the dogs not to let their owners chuck plastic bags all over the hills

ohh we have a series on themtoo but that's an obvious jab at the shit

im far far more copyright original of thought

i know as i .... tried to find some sanity somewhere in the culture and 'spaces' ....but it don't exist..

so, moan moan will continue and be distilled infact what's their word...

 .. ehh  ohh yes "alchemised" except alchemy is part deep frying reality - i.e.  ehh real stuff like up quarks, down quarks through a whole host of other stuff we can't see like muon neutrinos, and even tau neutrinos  which sound like the fundamental building blocks of the narniac race, but  at least there's a probability they exist whereas much of the alchemic process is ...well it sounds good on their Instagram of even smaller stuff they love to sell for clicks... [thats the part that will never be reality or i shall eat all my million happy-ferrets with kids  videos 

.....ehh notforgetting they are brutal carnivores who sniff up them kidslegs  legs for smellier potentially tasty  bits first ....and not one ever even nibbled any of the many dozens of  Pied Pipered kids... thats called actually being 'at one' with nacher and dumb animals....  which indeed requires years of WORK breeding zen into the official young breeder of them and them themselves... and being 'bulletproof' when in the past they viciously fanged you as viciously as any (incame) Swesterner babe  does you in her dreams.... for not visibly bleedin' in front of err when she '"butt"s you.... ]

Anyway it needs to be smashed in the large hardon collider of all that showoff noisy hard hatted arrogant and emotionless southerner's norm ...  into something so bitesize that even the hardest hatted Southerner can taste it and feel the profoundest conceivable wound in her gob.. wounding her soul body and lost mind so deeply that she may just stop for one millisecond and...think...

Which will be hard

But i know how furthermore i now know i am right, even if i knew twenty years ago....

As, even if the real palliative chronicle has stopped  in that theres no point speaking with them i now know  (on PC duty once removed yesters at 09.50 exactly..)

 " my my in the most privileged little ghetto of Biba scarves - thought thats a bit old hat, retired High Court Ladyships have a certain look i can smell at 100m  that's whatever catalogue the Torygraph features in their Colour Supplements....  and as for his adventure gear, its laughable....  i don't understand so so many,  though so so alone ive never been to an evening event so so many alone oldering away in terrified smiley loneliness, the painted-ons just in case they  meet their only future only last paid friend, the nurse in charge of their morphine drip..... anyway ehhh.... if they hadnt all so so hoisted themselves on Eckharts lonesome pedestal of fussiness they may have someone ....nice, tried tested and a bit true, to be bring them back'n forth the morphine shop when they decrepitate. but nohh...  they all knew better.... that 'celebration' of solitude would last all the rest of their lives once they saw that one dire article in  The Guadian manifesting exactly what they are, too fussy... into something that ceremonially celebrates a long long older age of nobody to share the heating bill with....  "

I now have officially on the record, as the truth, Hilary Lore....son, of post truth tosspots as he hasnt the originality to discover by his own fabulous Don Quixottery tiltin a decade at wet-rotten windmills as nobody teams up to fix em together rural bird n bloke in tandem....as that's the only 'sustainable' way of cost efficiency

 and not quite so lonely 

making the land....work

...

and the boss ladies (they all are) say 

" yes two days a week yes working here on my rot...yea[ thats the biblical version of let your 'yea' be one even they cant keep to] ...." and its all an illusion especially if they have a pic of the dodgy longhair lookin out....

 seconded by the sweariest, in her own words " im foorkin sweary. they dont fooorkin...like me..." chief NAzi lanyardist in the land of them....

and she is the chief

even if with her three not very wisewomen

fuck me nobody has had the guts to go into their fabulous very small cave..... alone, as a mere man... and take over

" look im far more brutal than you,.... i fucked Jack straw up his ass 2009, and that slithering so called New Labour extraordinary renditioner [of course you loose them at that point  - simple geopolitics too difficult for the Telly Tubbine...so one would never say such one as to speak their lingo i cantoo] and he slyly took revenge on me though i would never for a second ever be able to confirm with every CIA agent in the world bugging every email account in the world as they are good at some things... doin em on a nod in the public bogs round the corner from Whitehall,  usually the cubicle  'a deux' if they went to private school so you have to LET GO one million percent of any outdated notion of JUST ICE... you just have to surf babes.....but not on Pastine plastic.... you surf via 'spirit... of cruse...aid'

sugar free... subtlest fuck some of them up the arse before they even know what hit them.... and if there are three of us conspirin' in this ear cave well thats a defo Crusade.....

not a cause as i don't care....

But i do care about comedy.....

and if she chief ferkin wanna-be-pointy hat told you that.... they can look after their 'poor'....

when i know they don't 

and also i adore you for your rant

[' ferkin who the ferk does she the fuck think she is tendin' to her 'POOR' and she don't need mine be-lanyarded elp with a trunk of taxpayer dosh........ that language went out in 1979 when the whole world saw religion equals thousands of brave martyrs to come over the next 47 years  just to go out in public wearing hotpants on a sunshiney day.... ferkin homos one 'n all.... but i ainty avin some toffee nosed ferkin  queen of The CAstle  tellin me  what not to do as she wants brony points with her 'poor'..... ive gee-had, enough of this crap... right so... orders girls" ]

   ... in public.... but less of the past all i hear is waffle even from you..... you only actually ever DO owt by being ruder than you sorry, no swearywords the real rudeness ehh can you just listen, i know what to DO..... her already a very small to DO list....

and i know whom to recruit.... to be inner sanctum Judy.... she rather hates themtoo....  give us your number, and one week...." 

and there can be no more of a reason to ehh..... just one hundred percent emotionless ponder the most profound tune ... updated no point believeing anything any yanky computer tells you even Getty Images a few weeks ago " we're looking for your old business contact [he lied]   Margret among our staff records we'll be back to you within the blink of my all seeing eye.."

 

which is actual 

"spiritual refreshment" i heard on the wireless yesters live, from...here....

anyway all i care about is not to appear 150% gobbledygook, but there's a sequence...

and the first step - all day yesters, is 'securing' the data.... twice

even if it should be thrice

strip 'toff each silly 'device'

as even ICE

more than owt became 'lore enforcement'

by let's have their.....

indeed even The Don i'm quite sure will have had his LAngley

" get me the messages between those criminal context-warpin, producers at the BBC!

and we'll context-warp em back their way

in court day after day"  

only because mine is pure

all context shows to be sure

righty ho....now there's only one smallest little issue left

Only once, really 'fooled'...

only once not paying fullest attention, as i did learn fairly well...

Even '93 or four....

" never again, ever.... does one darken, the even darker Englishwomans' door [ the positioning of the apostrophe  is as precise 

as the nuclear device

blunt instrument 

on high, divine instrument

to stop the worldwide, rot

(can even be seen in hundereds of Pieden vids.....  not one of them actually just sits down with ustoo and..laughs....  except for Sally i guess but she was snuffed out by him..... one day we shall come to him, David Tom-Paul-Charlie (yes they got the wrong one..its the hidden away behind closed doors ..'I'm such an in demand special-people's guide and facilitator 

 to my [parents inherited be-towered PAstine] penthouse there'll never be an elevator

only back door

and fuck off if you're poor')

...anyway....even i couldn't make her up in a dream....

Many a year wonderin' 

"whom should be in lead charriot....if there were just one who meant her.. 

projected  sincerity....

butyears of learning their language 

all an Alice-looked-at herself in the glass, illusion 

with cakes and tea

at night

 she always can only take fright

at the very words she so so her thaterafters

meant"

until......

right so so much to do

some tattoos are 

neither ugly nor meaningless

and i'm quite sure below his compulsory Northern pied-addicted  countryman clobber ...his, hidden from sight,  had propper reality - fangs drippin with freshly lapped up....blood

and REAL women you don't have to ask them " would it be pleasing for you if i invaded your space and got real close and snapped your fine meaningful art..."

shame on you!

Even if shame is a biggie previously covered a year or so ago...I had assumed the buymeacoffee at  https://www.ralphschism.com/p/funding.html clearly didn't work the way it has never been used by any freeloader i see even Meghan is using as strategy https://www.theunspeakablepodcast.com/p/how-to-fight-bari-weiss-derangement

" released (in slightly rougher form) shortly thereafter to paying subscribers. Now it’s available to freeloaders people with different commitments, too"

which of course is just as much the issue as here a land of ONLY (99.99%) two faces... in that Yanks have an inner curcuit breaker whereby deep down they are so used to someone pulling out a gun and doing the ,melodramatic easy version of life - running away.... why so so many ran away and bought golden visas here and now seem to have half the third sector roles be very afraid i know how their minds work....  even if they hide behind have-a-nice-day smiles...

there is no hope when a land who cannot even allow themselves to think 'less is more' have any kind of purchase..or purchase their way even deeper into our once ok Woodlanders... 

Jesus H ...read Ethan Frome  Edith knew of the acedia bleakness in the American, even rural Yank,  soul even 1911 

And it certainly hasn't changed if one is close enough to see YAnkism up close...

Meghan still the only one with at least a selfp-depricating sense of humourous cheekiness....she projects

anyway new word learned yestereve " discovery"  - apparently thats what it's all about. ..nobody will ever find my wisdom... indeed nothing new in any of that if ONLY they would say (as someone did say ohh yes the wonderful recent artist i need her )...  she alone understood a few days ago  my main line shared with so many the last decadfe " hope...is defined by if you ACTUALLY know how younger/older people work kn the West UK especially....if someone can describe to them by great book or pondcast even   that is 'discovered' just how disastrous their mum and dad's generation, and gran and grand too, on the environment and explain ythe total Alice Through The Looking Glass behaviour  of so called greens or The Guardian writers  even Feral Sharkman who wont dare to mention his mates overpopulating the rural places and using too much chemicals down drains the drains werent ever imagined to be for.... as his mates property prices in The LAkes or other NAtional Park regions would collapse if anyone showed the real film of shitty streams  day after day (still!)...anyway  there is a wonderful definition of 'hope'  - young people knowing just how disastrous all people except them as they havent had their day in the sun yet...have been at destroying the environment and jiust how narcissistically insane all before them have been... that's hope  - no "affirmations" required as they may figure it wouldnt be that hard to be ten times more eco-positive than every fake that's come before them... " only one person has fully taken that in and not done the "butt" thing as video described yesterday and infacty seemed to have rural-philosophised her way to that obvious simple moral philosophy, too...

and her art goes for a bomb...hmmmm.....

 free substack audio

(part of the fix yourself series there are quite a few but not enough coffees bought to even keep a laptop charged to redraft the intro to these pages as PAperchasing everything making it all pretty-production,  and even indexes, rather than actual content, never mind doing both.... takes so so much more time... plugged in ...  cheers to the one coffeebuyer i hadnt thought theres unlikely to be a 'buy him a rhubarb latte with sprinklies on top, knob... why nobody else ever has thus far)

"wound"😱🙏 - only as it 'works' in that one person was tricked into a pitiful purchase of a coffee. On LIVED real 'self restraint' - part of kicking your compulsions! And more.

How the lanyard addicted middle class suburbanites ruined REAL moral philosophy our civilisation is based upon.

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/wound-only-as-it-works-in-that-one?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

"wound"😱🙏

nice short title for the url to spread needed.....(ooooh i didn't know you could do that - put their emojis in a title, i say 'their' even if theyre not the problem as despite every nonce speaking of   him - gosh he looks like every so called a bit-more-middle-class emigree here, bingo...

and his dire book that blames the 2014 algorithm change for all the kiddies and their one way journey up into a placcy bag...

Nope started a fair while before, and thats what my chronicle is about, only, even if the same parents then whom effetely couldnt even organise a day in the country for their kids, living innit, on stolen snake oil reserves, made down south,  inevitably precisely the same parents who colonised all the rural 'green' organisations and invented about ten more per person so they may be Missiah... and of course just the same complete lack of focus or even love for their kids, means that the rivers are even more ferked over the twenty years that gradually they rose to the top of the scummy pond only scummy as they rose to the top...

none will admit to this one as (god it heard it 'live' on stage lastereve "affirmations" ...now i really get it..... )😱 as it doesnt fit in with their "abundance" of  everything except their inability to admit their ways have...failed. Indeed wrong word, as to have 'failed' pone has had to have tried to DO something real in the first place. 

🙏  ...so of course that one is the ultimate first aid kit: dont dare even think about my ACTS ... or i will clap and the coppers come a runnin.... as you're not "nice"...

we shall come back to nice inabit  - splendid example this morning in good old USA at 6am the two 'sides' no not divided as they all need the same big fat SUV's just to commute back n forth to kindergarten in a city ..

" the lesbian was stalking ICE..."..... 

"  our caring official response  is in our official slogan! 'Minneapolis nice' "   )

so yes of course nobody ever does anything i had no idea when 150% of the lanyard class (see audio with 3rd sector or lanyardists in the title  5 or 6 mths ago)  - the extra 50% their imaginary faery friends whom are going to DO it - what's necessary,  instead of them... and anyway too bust writing poems for the 'community' and inevitably on your taxpayer cash, 

trickle down to the children, unable to make a dash...

(so dire

moreso than the eponymous very old out of tune choir)

"a poem called scared wound" 

gradually all one has heard for five years this self pitying claptrap. Projection.  So, because always performed by someone who has clearly plenty cash to eat well

and appropriately show-dress.

But the previous fifteen i have chronicled its development....and net effect 

And it may seem like i care ... given up except one last moneymaking scheme

Because its ALL everyone seems to want, healing (after the necessary project-their-wound, very very long intro)

and thats the point.

Ive never needed not only no healing,

 but to not even speak at all about any  wound or even REAl fatal lance in the side

so a logical rationalisation as i am quite normal

is at least, their 'methods' fail.

Nope NOT as every single one has now been trained to repeat until they are Monty's Dead PAarrot

"resilience"

if one must 'persistence' is my end of the ten year road, final word

Now, the POINT of this page is merely to add 

to this

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/01/revenge-not-word-i-use.html

this

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/01/illness-fatness-and-modern-day-stoneage.html

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/01/so-moan-moan-moannnnnn.html

maybe this 

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/01/the-problem-and-only-identity-that.html

our own chess club started and failed...for weeks... kid saw dad had so failed it's daft and embarrassing. .... and then....

in a substack audio 3ish weeks ago its all linked 

right... the point

over a decade ... our operation obviously mine... total 100% ped pipering many kids always solo

all sorts of waifs 'n stray collected and always 100% success...

self interest - kids need buddies and some stuck as that over time

On no money ever 

My total 100% only identity -it takes rather a lot of time and energy to be master of actual noncermonies,  just doing a village to raise a fucking child, not to go fucking mad....

especially as without any doubt a fair bit of real (not via paid friends screwing the council for the contract, to - and i knew them.....  rarely meeting their paid for kiddies in woodland or festival  skills school, in the eye...and certainly NEVER  having a joke and laugh with them as its against health 'n safety and too real for their Instagram - their one dimensional parents may not understand, its how to raise a child in 3d...) 

nobody has ever heard me moan or claim hurt about my total 100% loss a kid who never even rode her 4 year old pony above properly - that we had spent 4 years in excruciating battle with just to get him not to ave an endless high spirited thoroughbred [£80]  laugh and maybe keep still sometimes....  in that she was stolen coinciding with its balls bein' chopped off, at which point theyre maybe  a tad easier to ride....

nor in fact ever even state i would like any harm to come to the two who did the nickin and 5 or 6 whom were there on the periphery in one way or other (not 'state' they wouldnt dare... nope, the others, far more dangerous when theyre jealous, : ordinary people, even my own awful Biba-addicted dodgy Judas of a mother) 

but the thing that few would even understand is that i knew full well 100% scientifically fact that loads of  working and wandering outdoors in youth, as i had, IS the best prophylactic, period. Especially for fucked up parents as i had always at war who always screw up their kids more...just as her 'other household' did as sure as ferrits are ferrits...

And the healing as described. It works... but i couldnt even ensure that ten year plan, ever worked.

And all i ever hear is cleverer and cleverer versions of moan moan moan...

Now...if you drink too much and you know you do, as punishment for being so so self pityingly MEAN and never buyin me a coffee ... listen to this BBCapproved  extremely THE Sourcetoo approach to your ills....

Radio 4,·

06 Jan 2026,·

Should we be turning over a new leaf in January?

What's Up Docs?

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002pj2c

asd i guarantee you for a 100% fact as only real heterosexual parents know is what civilisation used to be based on.... facts that maytoo also effect your own child's future, no matter what has happened...

you won't....stop

i told you why not in one of them above long boring waffles.... as if i don't know anything at all...

i know how to over a  decade spend thousands of hours with all sorts of random kids as we pied piper meandered.... 

 and not one ever didnt go away 100% happy...and thats their random lazy parents...

and if i had had one slightest accusation in this land of almost compulsory false allegations ask and of the other actual teachers...

it certainly would be there on an OLggle search of yours truly...

That took quite some doing....

But i wouldnt ever risk it again .... (as the lovely teacher a few weeks ago did hear from me ... 'exclusive' .. the land where nobody even values a true confidence... ) 

Now, why does Sally need to avenged...

Sally from Pstyshire left due wifebeatin dinosaurs, her folks...

decades ago and the only one as real role model up in the hills rain snow making her hectare of veggies grow

chickens too though not our ridiculous ever expanding Durrelesque menagerie..

Because having used and absused as friend with 'benefits' for some time, knowing she needed a husband for the rest of life...

i ,made the mistake of ...  looking for one for her and found...him

He an ammalgum of Esienstein, those blokes up above... but handsomer and funnier.... and with as he told the two of us over the weeks it took for my matchmade

 

he was a wellness lifecoach guru in ... guess where

a place i had no interest in or knowledge of other than their buckets and spade

PAstyshire

ands Sally was my one real trusted friend, ally.. and toughest country person, tougher than  many a so called man

Pathetic Tortoise Media with their pathetic Miss Ohh Jenny

The Hampstead shamaniac witch screwing the upper middles who could afford to lose their many a hundred thousand to child-like absurdest trusting a madwoman

and her male Osteopath enabler

had nothing...

on him....

To be cont

yes... they all look the same ... DE Botty upgraded to have some hair to detract from their ....well there is something far worse than even Ashram  smiles

And i don't get it, even she.... doesn't get it

now all the recent nonrantings as i certainly couldnt care and you have to care to rant..and one shouldn't care in Brito-lite as nobody actually likes you if they smell you REALLY do rather than merely project of course you do.....need amalgamating at some point into... one...as its all connected...

Righty ho "EVERYthing is conspiring against me me me methe last 24 hrs!!"

In that it is MY fault that i have twice been careless and firstly plugged in to a parish hall socket for an evening, and secondly now in a house of ill repute i didn't/haven't kept checking if the wobbly adaptor plug is soundly where it should be and thus my laptop hasnt got to the blissful assumption of 100%

and i'm not going through another hour here!

Anyway

it has been such a pleasure who would have thought

Right now for the last four years - well, three and a half really, all this has i thought got a bit worse but i never knew that at The Source it has been embodied in their noncespeak for even more years, everywhere, and ....

well the poor children if they ARE taken out into the 'public spaces' have to put up with .. " and now we have a poem called Sacred Wound...." 

 

to be cont inamin

in the best poise sat high up, ever... so as to max out on 38% left

Well, I am an 'artist' too then if he self identifies as that

 even if i decry the word art unless it truly does have The Sublime innit and lifts your soul to want to just ... be .....Malala's dad

Now one has to distance onesself from "North WAles" even if i only like sweltering heat where i never swelter its just the weather

as.... in the late 70s it was crystal clear... the genuinely rural gentle and kind peeps all lived in my poorest quarter of the country....

and went to my comprehensive school where ONLY extremely mild grass was available for a few of us in the bogs....as an ALTERNATIVE to beery boring beer bores...

and being a happy shepherd atop actually proper hills (diggin' out real sheeps from snowdrifts not for a few hundred quids fleecing of the tourists who'll keep it in their garage mouldering away til its ready to go in the bin - never the compost as thats un 'hygienic' (it astonishes me  - photo series one day of so much compostables left out for the council to collect when theyve acres of back garden)

Anyway... Oswestry is where the really nasty drugs started - literally that was the borderline .... like the humble real North Wales english genes ones never went there... dangerous bleak nihilistic and rubbish pubs full of nasty drug dealers even then....

None of which interests me but when one hears over some years every single BBC woman who has just done 20 minute compulsory pieces on saying nasty things about women or anyone except them  with such utter earnest solidarity with the insultee ...

and then a few years ago the grand finale of his Succession is to be aired every single one utterly gushing at the gusset with total 100% solidarity with all those sat on the edge of their fancy London flat gushin at it....

..... and now their god, him,  who wrote it, from Oswestry, has his Desert Island....of only fawns awaiting his stone age bow and arrow 

because sorry even if 'well written' indeed superbly written.....

what however did he write: nothing but the worst sometimes funny but generally sick toilet-humour filth ever.... 

someone should start a 'case' ....  conspiracy to send every woman in the world 'dick picks'  as i had no idea it was a thing until every other scene has some mad young man sending an ok older woman dick pix.... 

and thats what the women of the BBC actually enjoy - the facts of their always-nuance and giggles do evidence.... sorry, you can't have it both ways...

Anyway end of polemic (film made yesters one is daft if one thinks ANYone 'cares' about anything  - that was my final onion skin layer i needed to tear off and eat in front of you as self flagellation, job done) nobody cares about anything  other than themselves and their joining in with uncomunal truly awful projections ....in fact over the line smut....

so if he says "art is mainly about creating tone".... mine is perfect. And at least consistent. 

Better make it just a tad less obscurist, soon

 

 

"DEATH TO THE i TOLLE HER.."

 now i am a pacifist or walkawayist, as you almost always can... 

And now at last perhaps who knows because what's the reality? a rare example of a European people pleaser (or gibber, or smiley fake) the seemingly perfect and fabulously televisual Alexandra, owner  - said she built her charitable refugee centre  with her own hands; guru of the charity sector in Brussels - 'empowering' beggar refugees via workshops they could hire for free and 'empowering' themselves via a career in fashion, though i gradually realised infected by spending so much time in London fundraising ...

But you 'invest' about five years believing she was the one true ultimate whitey Malala  - in fact Malala and Malala's passionate and brave father in one person....

100% "save the brown women  from having to dodge the traffic ..begging or running from those who would cut off their clits so they might not ever know the power of a bit of navel fun.."

 So a few years ago when the bravest people ever to have existed the young Iranian women get ranty about their limited fashion choices... 

(uwww i rit a poem in 2010 that is more than good its the one good thing i wrote and is about the bravest person ever extant the Egyptian  - hmmm thats a coincidence better not say! woman i imagined was being killed for her brave action and even her state goon killer knew as he was putting the bullet in her head through 'The Ring' of his gun he knew he would never meet another female person worth wanting to marry she was so perfect but he would have been shot by his boss,  had he not dead parroted her ... .... and even had to successfully defend it in court against a fat journalist who was jealous .. so dobbed me in, accusing me of wanting to shoot her myself! and it didnt come by autotyping it arose in my head one night fully formed ina  freezing winter of 10/11 at about minus 15 infact for weeks.......  but to find it is a whole day operation!) 

LAst time: "Alexandra .. you know the Queen.. you are queen of divine goodness in the third sector all based on empowering young brown women.... GET YOUR [big FAkebook, but not the usual Brit 1000 a modest 500] 'NETWORK' on the streets of Brussels in solidarity ...at least as they are being hung drawn and quartered by those pesky  Gasht-e Ershads [another good example of 'morality' even if rather in the inverse, fpor the GWerkians who don't know what an actual hatecrime is]   they may just have as their last thought in thios one and only reality we can ever know of.... maybe someone will have put my name on a placard in the streets of Brussels.." 

 And to my amazement hence i schismed even back then in truth ... ghosted or rather simply blanked by someone in a  society which doesnt use that as default setting as soon as something not in their playboook is said or emailed...(Europeans never block you though which is so interesting..)

Anyway  (note to self ultyra reminder, not only his awful line about " in evil times like these there ios only love" which is incorrect as theres pretty much exactly the same amount of blood and baddiness today as 20 or 30 years ago....  they (them like him) merely ......project.. thats all they do, project some fake care for the fancy hat passed around for 'donations' or to get a job in the BBC...

which is even more evil as the world was indeed on a trajectory mid 80s to a far more progressive [ good meaning] intl human rights egalitarianism and even greenism.... until my whole generation forgot to grow up beyond being about 25 when we are naturally self obsessed and feel shit iof we are not quite coming up to the program (which i now realise IS what they love - the feeling shit... perpetual masochism in love with their projected fake 'pain' .... ...and REALLY take part.... so as to have kept that positive momentum

Anyway thats of course not scientifically provable, but the amount of wan and strained faced single middle aged people is... 

its extraordinary!

Ok one could allow that maybe  even 25%  are the seemingly compulsory lesbians even if the census said its only 2.5% of either sex...

None of my business but the aloneness is so rediculously stark... i never imagined it could be like this....

and i know who is the guilty party, even if it was PAulo Coehlo way before even Eckhart Tolle revved up his horrid little trafficking operation via his so so subtly prostitutional books such as By The River P... I sat down and wept. (undoubtedly at least 90% female readership, just like Power..and The Salt Path, too - by THEM) . knowing secretly that ".....some far more perfect guru man with sexy South American Inca good looks  and far more clever wordiage like 'relationality' instead of muck and soil=veg in nouveau Charlotte Churchspeak ,  will come and fix my weeping of course so lets weep at the useless gurus around me who i never listened to as i knew there was a fabulously perfect guru up over the other side of the hill so its all their fault these local gurus who tolerated me for years blessme......as long as the traffic isnt too bad ..."

 ...i mean at least if brave Iranians are crushed to death by bulldozers or hung by cranes in groups they are dying ...kindof, a bit, in real 'community' ... knowing there is some solidarity....

but along came PAulo and then even worse 'MAster' Tolle... and the fates sealed every fate forever ...  total loneliness knowing there's a bloke over the other side of the hill who 'listens' like Tolle's imaginary version his imaginary friends probably preach at himtoo while he can never sleep...

But even for the true baddies, like Paulo and Eckhart one must never hurt them...  ever.... though for the baddies some kind of punishment' or inconvenience musrt be used to make ones point to everyone else..

perhaps an experiment: kidnap Tolletoo ... tie him up on a chair and set up a video camera as he loves that...lots of nice yogi tea and incense candles -- the 100 quid ones even he's earned them, and smoothees too tghese peeps need their need for the gentlest of baby food fully self individuated........  and play on a big screen at reasonably loud volume, but not torture-painfully loud,  endless Eckhart Tolle videos to him for him....  for eternity if necessary as his perfect poise and grace and projectile vomit will of course mean he is going to liove forever...

And lets see or let the world see, just how long he lasts, as a human being....  

And what of the so so many human beings he leaves in his wake...i see them everywhere in Doonshire  all walking alone.... so much aloneness and i can smell by sixth sense what's been on their bookshelves....

of course displacing it all to " the world is full of so much new evil out THERE... 

" 

means your real domestic terrorists  who have indeed hollowed out so many once humans into hollow shells, the gem of their pearly youthful self long stolen , ghosts even....will walk scott free ... its known as ....well i believe a certain Orangeman is very good at diversionary tactics