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Friday, 25 July 2014

"A properly, fairly, reported court case"*

Hahhh..... laughable
* to quote the BBC fantasist these days pass for reporters.
Now, as the latest several queens, one just about to pod and swarm.....
know
I am great with kids and they are first, always.

And also know how absolutely everything to do with kidlaw otherwise passing for fights between adults whom shouldn't be...

Quite simply it is as rare as a breastfeeding woman in Oglebox land that even a court can make findings that are half sane, never mind that reporters, don't... because they don't even have the budget to follow a court case and all its subtleties.

So, as Jimmy McGovern so wisely lobbies via the reporters, there are hundreds of children in gaol due joint enterprise law being used to blanket ban them...from life. And it is so often that way because they cannot even get a half sober lawyer. As in an occasional bit of actual real life reporting the BBC allow us to hear. So, don't they listen to their own stuff..... which kinda proves that there may be as few fairly anything regarding court cases as links left online by Miss Ogle that haven't had some big self regard fight through the lawcourts....
Or to put it simply for the simple minded reporters: When many a newspaper get so much, just say science, so so wrong as the truth reveals over years.... how on earth could a load of morons like Google Earth figure what is true and not.....
hahhh
I mean one is unlikely to even know the facts about who pressed the button that results in dozens of mashed up Palestinians.... how on earth does one imagine part time shift workers behind their lousy screens can screen fact from fighting about what people say online.....
What a ridiculous phase of humanity.




Thursday, 24 July 2014

Universal Credit

Perhaps will herald the Free Enterprise...... end
Heck I just wish I had had a headcam then...... sat in my little taxi overhead at a thousand feet ITN onboard.....
Then I could sue for moral abuse forever victim statement....
The horrors of that cold Zebrugge scene .... imprinted forever.

But of course no one any more gets it..... that such things are called experience from which to learn.....

Now here is a little punditry for you. I didn't know it was quite that revolutionary.... and believe the man in the white hat as he appears to have bothered unlike the rubbish whom litter our state controlled ogolopoly (i mean come off it..if you sell tanks and bombs to Ruskies.... of course they will use them...andof course it'll attract rather a lot of gunruners to kensington....that was the point.... )

What will be particularly interesting is if they decide to try and rush IDS's mess out before the next poll. The big one. I can report that alogorithed upwards I bet it is a good half a million, I mean just the last few months 100% of those and their mayorress parents reporting young (often) 20 something without a usable degree and concomitant fancy job.... never mind the longterm harassed by Jobseeker + .... have gone free enterprise culture ... entre pon errrr ....
Yet when the new rules come in which do not alow a citizen the same rights as big over even very small biz ... to run a little hatmaking skive as a loss~making operation for a few years....
Whilst establishing.
In other words it will be a requirement of receiving Housing/ Council Tax/ and WTC which probably several million self employed in a minor role, require just to keep enough strength to their arm to fiddle the books daily and fill in the endless attack by the beuroticians beautifying a pile of shit....
Which is not enough real work and there hasnt been for several decades at least

When a million or more are kicked of entitlement to a bit of a top up plan because capitalism hasthe inherent little problem of that waste ten or so percent to work.....
because unless they can show in their monthly accounts a profit from day one in accordance with £6/hr of work (30 hrs one assumes still, minimum per week)

Hell there's gonna be an exciting extra million back on the dole in about 3 days flat......

big big huge smiley thing.....
I mean, just how do they think that they are gonna get around that little election losing issue.....





"marketise"

"how much is from wood that is waste...*."

* c Montagu, S

Gosh what a waste, of a quarter of a century near enough even if it feels so near...still.

Trust you seek; the problem has always really been the same which is a scrappy little Island ruled by bossy urbanites. Arrogance.
Take the chinaman, rather gay, but always accepted nevertheless, because about the only not~too~effete mind I knew late 20s......
but he could never accept the arrogance, conceit, never mind despite several oxford firsts, utter moroninness in... "The markets sort everything out ..."
FF 25 years..... because you see as a countryman knows, and it's getting chillier for many whom no longer can aford just quite so much gas for their burning of .... even Angela a bit worried on that front
There really isn't such a thing as waste" wood.....
As the next arts project shall always celebrate.

never mind that the "markets" of carbon trading, there of course being never again enough cash to inspect, everything..... and heck its gonna get funny when they bring in Universal Credit and everyone has to do online monthly accounts..... you think thats gonna work, when a standard mobile phone takes seven hours just to update ....yer must be as mad as my best mate who couldnt see into the future despite all that Oxford time
when they burn more polluting coal to make up for not enough bad burning ion one sector of the market....
cos the algorithms dont get it so it all goes a bit wonky....

WOW.....it is superb...... at least when it comes to original purpose some 30 odd years ago....

I am now even more free.......

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

exactly....

 junior....

even if the previous typo was greedily twisted into "Americanism"... Miss Ogle is let off..... 
espesh when..

we are going to need a whel equipped god~on~her side.....
wired up
TROJAN....

cos of course junior Oggle is just as bad as dad.....

so there's no hope of ever actually finishing anything














god, very small g, mustv helped him......

So, to be in The High Court a month back....in front of senior judgiepoos...
so so smiley....
" Now the lizards are all dying due lack of sustenance....It's really lovely what you guys try and do...[looking at me he ain't stupid, the laylizard holding mums hand becoming yet another part of the problem... they were given the obvious choice ...to talk, but nio, despite his adherence to charitable organisation manifesto on his CV of soft landing..... put the kid first....but he cant even manage to understand his own manifesto....ohhh god it just ripples down and round....] ... who are you!?... [sincere, you can tell at least when an HCJ has his hionest hat on.....].....
and you parents are such nice people [bit of an assumption there,,,makes an ass out of you and I but anyway... blessem..]
surely you can be mediated like the fine man down there [named] nudges you into.... "

And it is in writing, me not important of course, she, little one is.... yet the dad on exit cannot even take the words in "judgie on YOUR side... ignores her bitterness....standard lies.... that was MIRACULOUS...I thought it was maybe a risk too far but it worked   ... the truth worked.... and absolute openness about the fact that you are an absolutely standard slightly ratraced Southerner....  he wrote the ending for you and it is what we asked for.... never mind what should be yours by right..."

Even the father's who've spent the last week boring you with how demure and nice they are....cannot take it in, that peace will prevail.... by order.
never mind be generous enough such that the request for a copy of that one for the biographer I mean never bnefore sucha  wonderful court moment
Is avariciously ignored....

The hate in these lands is beyond all ever known before.....
Because some hate was divided into crime......lets all the rest off.......

But that is all for me, my very very part time world......just so as one can be Dickens if I ever get my life back. And a few elves trained into the next gen....of me.

Baker, he will...... give me a copy...... for my will.
because he knows how to spell honour....... kinda

So, all that one ~ the bigsmopke, left twenty years ago lookin for a woman never born..... as even Mohamed knew a couple of milennia ago....

Or is raggetty her? probably will never know......

Knowledge is far sexier even than her perfect hairline unmadeup or botoxed web of agelines that are branded around her eyeskin....
sign of something ..... symbolising all the rest are wrong

may years I wondered, is it my inadequacy to be unsure about them.... you see in herefordhsire
(oh yes, yest "ok dad..... worry not, because in a way it is easier..... [does she have any hocus pocus nonsense next to your bed rather weighed down by the next generation just about to burst her waters? no, good, fine ok I can do the biz with you]  ... I have learned one thing, which is that take Rachel Smiah even if forget spelling... I have known a few, sadly even the one whom I thought was sceptical and balanced, said she was, no.... the weak are drawn to hocus pocus..... so be not too hard on them..... buit I have seen it in other legal cases Ive helped out on in the background even one two years back as simple as can be but....no, there is only one category of person, ehh wimmin..... whom one will NEVER EVER get any humility, compromise, kind agreement, or even ordinary communication from...... in court matters they will take the stand and lie as if the word were never invented despite living on pretending to be rational worsmith ....  
But it may work to your advantage one day because their absolute inability ever ever to just be a tad circumspect, just back down..... never mind be honest and philosophical..... meaning that one word against their crystal flaws  they will hate and block forever.....
she will make a mistake.....
I have never known one who can even for a millisecond (well, saw a flawed hint once but that was the plot i guess) .... act as if they believe the oft spouted we're all the same stardust in the end...."
Both he and she....smile with agreement

Due the land prices rising, some ten off years ago, the mummies and daddies of Eastish herefordshire could afford to build little woodsheds or set aside land for their second~rate~pubschool daughter's and drugdealer boyfriends to put up their several grands worth of yurt in the paddock....
So they flock back..... having failed to even half survive Notting Hill or Fulham.... via Glasto.... the bit you wont see on Youtube...
And then there is Powys espesh brecon and environs where you get the cheapskate version who arent as good as the elite up NEish.... theyre just nasty....due their lack of esteem not being quite as beautiful as Dorothy....
or as cool drugdealing livinvan chaps.....
But evil .....
true evil......
Is that which the real priestesses of the seventh dimension
The tough ones ~ the mania in thousands of pages handed straight down the spiral escalator right into her newgeneration ipad......

But i never entirely trusted papa H... never mind the stigma of misogyny he was painted with.....

But how could he know? That ...
Even here (silly conceited me ...why did I assume I was wrong and it was more me....)

because there is a line: unpick and carefully peruse some that may be rational from the mad rest of it.. hedgehog delivered.

His clever insight into the thieving cults and brainwashers .....  wasn't even half of it
And this chap, has to go deabduct .....
A little one or two from a whole valley of em......
When the time is right.....
When I am ready...... spring if the gods smile just as that scent of their flower pervades even into the gaol playground....
from where theyve all colonised ....
even if I met the only fine men Ive ever known

Portugal....

God, this is gonna be ....fun!















And I thought Alfie was for real.... (subtitle who says veggies are nice)

hahhh...two whole days left of unbroken sunlight......
Now, when you have a river like mine nearby... you do not need to go away on hols.

And when at last just when you were about to settle down for some me~time doing the one job best of all for the mind, and it does not involve much thinking.... there is the key to the one person who in life did bother you kinda.....

And at the same time it brings to life the fact that Houellebecq really was telling it like it is..... and all along seems the one you did love (even if it became a vicious cult word as soon as Mr Bach goes and perverts it, the other version so so more real ) was so close to all of that unknowable pants


Now, this is really going to be fun: I had not planned on there being a book five innit.... I made my monster, who of course turns on the maker, but I ain't daft I know people....quite well for a near hermit. And am not frightened of any.   And am certainly not frightened of the inevitable failure in the monster~making operation, even if there is one bit I don't get, but...

But for myself, there is one place on this planet having earned my credit footprint wise...
I have longtime wished to return to....
But it is a thousand+ miles away .....

And to discover that ... (it will not be part of the story, indeed is irrelevant other than to say that I had really always kinda felt it was some lacking thing in me... let us put it like this: Now it does not entirely surprise me even if it mifs a bit... I have no interest in your dreadful culture which no longer indeed perhaps never was any attempt to discover some truth never mind healthy state of mind..... because a wise disciple she knows that the therapist knows the therapee.... to pay for the petrol in the tank.... I know no one who lives healthily ~ holistic healthiness despite endless utterences of that stupid word...talking of which it is never ending "execution" "offering" ... all that pants just because a grocer has been caught out selling loadsa crap goods and the punters tending towards the even crapper but a bit cheaper at least you know where you are with Aldi .... which of course you don't when transplanted to YUK as half the goods are a bit cheaper, even if the crackers filled with grit of the undigestible kind never mind unchewable nearly bugger my molars hanging on in there another decade one hopes...the other half utter sky high ripoff .... but to hear that every 30 something analyst and middle manager nowadays defaults to this vicious language of the SAS.... well there really is little hope...because words matter)

Better get out of the brackets, any sense is almost impossible to make even if the next decade is spent in translation.

Ok simple words but I can't give away anything because a good Dickensian diatribe has to have a sequence. Be a cliffhanger, or indeed bungee into the abyss where you are bound to catch the overhang and whack the head so hard the jaw bites down on tongue so hard that it becomes breakfast....
But it would not be divulging too much to say:
In my notepad a week ago, "and I really did think Lilly Allen was a bird from the burbs and painted a fine picture of some actual little brother in some chavvy Presteigne estate well more likely Swindonish....
From real life..... quite jealous actually of the well painted picture. And then we all hear it was concocted...at Beadales.
Which is nothing to do with anything and anyway not researched properly even if it matters a bit because to be sat at the Presteigne Dome saturday and hear yet another poor little young Lilly pretender and it just doesn't fit  ... that one paradise place Ive haunted for many a year to escape exactly that rubbish ... Wentes meadow is a place for light and living in nature and brings people out for just that as theres nothing else around for miles of any note...
Except the best countryside hidden away for miles...

I began to haunt, stalk... the odd babe of Presters years and years ago..... because there were just one or two of the sane ones, the half flower childs... who may just bring their kids up to know that it is ren... and spend the time on the grammar even
Yet at the same  incorporate the nature school and a bit of brown folk are our equals too....

And I thought they were all gone.... even if at last, long long last we've got through to the German that men are not all drunken bastards and arsehole druggies
God when she shines she shines....

And then just like that one has been stalking my lands....... lands that are so fine that you just want to meet someone whom has bothered to explore them. Because there is no shakra or layline that can distract from the peace of it.
But that is running ahead....
Except to say anyoe who escapes up here can only be a quiet becalmed person in a madder world.

If one knew of younger people who needed a good earth mother influence.... one of the ones who humoured the crystal eaters ...kindly.... understood that they were often just weak children damaged.... not to be disdained just carefully tolerated and perhaps gently nudged back from the mail order snakeoil vendresses (they always are..facts are facts...please)

That is indeed why we stalked these lands. hahh hahh.....

Anyway of no real interest being I'm old and couldn't care less much more....

But....

There they are, were?, does daddy pay for their plane fares too?

Perhaps seven or eight years ago over in My Marches.... one would encounter more and more usually wimmin who were on the run (often with a bit of domestic child abduction thrown in just for fun... they usually see it as) .... from the snake pit of all the Charmers and their druid overlords ..thieves one and all, and quite a few clearly rather nasty....

yet remain addicted to that word, well when I was with the thieves of Glastonbury.....
So, never mind rediculous spectacles (said spat out as the wonderful frog once did..... ["hey Mr White suit... don't piss me off with your 2000 gathered at your pleasure for art...I knew this queen once she stood with me in the square at Essouaria so interesting only a few whiteys there amongst the hundreds of young Moroccan men doing the belly dance only for each other.... but that is another reality not mine to explore .... spectacle... everyone addicteeed the specctacuuhhhluhhh {spit} ... me, fifty people gathered or even fewer is the limit to sanity and being human..."

there is no pleasure in the biggest anything, but there is a hell of a lot of pain a whole oilslick upon the latrine spillover that fertilises the famous mud....
They float like oil..... and poison all....
I gradually established....
Alison on the run from them (she very ex civil servant middle class gone fucked up... selling colour therapy at 20 a go)
The Irish one.... with the to die for hippy hair down to her cute arse.... her face, Michelle hahh thats it.... pockmarked not with the silly dietary fad she lives by but by the stress poison of having been kidnapped (that bit one did believe) by the druids....and her benefit stolen for several years of enforced blowjobs
turns out to be a thief steals my campervan oven....
Funny that how a threat of the cops never mind yet another so contemptuous by dint of all those special wisdom of the ancient spirituality and tarot books she carries within her uninsured and no driving license driven ambulance of course far too intelligent and gifted with those special truths they all are connected to....to bother with such technicalities as driving even vaguely legally...
threat of cops gets it back....
But you keep the call log too.....backed up carefully too.....
 just to prove it wasn't you who were "harassing" her following stealing one of ones few usefully prized possessions kindly lent..... as seems one has to by default nowadays

Anyway all that irelevant. Other than to say that one always knew this dreadful Glastonbury thing, and one wanted to associate with some nice earth mum and dads at Rainbow gatherings because there is so much good stuff for their kids congregating round the knocked up pizza oven made of sod ... sincerely wonderful stuff, and curiously they leave their kids alone unindoctrinated with their misc poisons.... because of course usually their heads are so far up their smelly Uranus uprising Saturn's penile ring
...they are actually unaware their own kids are there half the time....

Anyway, one of them... Shakti, lonely and so so confident and earth~mother in chief.... we learned to control.... because she needed so much even if we had nothing other than just good fun friendship and ferrets to play with her boy Corro....
Several; years later one hears "the divine expression of the ultimate being ... a whore.... means i need my parents cash for more travel to search the godhead hidden ion Mordor except Robert ran off with it so poor Jimmy just left with the tapes to bore us with forever....
"... and my dietry fad, not shared by dad..... portuguese [who dont go in for such asbergers and all that other nonsense as in gluten free of rice brings you out in hives.... ] .... means despite my eternal grace upon the man whom ... [not said he no cash left]..... despite my altar in my messy bedroom to man as high priest to the other universe woven into the fabric of  Zoe's ninth dimension.....
he aint ever gonna see his nipper again cos I'm gonna steal him away.... because if he is with dad he wont maintain the same dietary purity aged 4 that will kill him if dad doesnt quite keep to..... i.e. no beast~in~gob.....  "
Shame how often so damaged veggies often are (me a 90% one and ideally beast protein from the seas...cos thats whom we are....
hahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes its back...."coasteering" ... "wild camping"..... so some ordinary holidaymaker decides just like humans have for 100thou years to get on a piece of driftwood, bob round the headland, munch some mussells [90%of human protein the last forever, you can tell by the piles of rubbish... rather belies the still Victorian silly mindset we the hunter no thats just elite occasional sport ]....kip on the sand.... maybe under a bit of hay to keep too much dew off...  )
not only becomes some new fucking wanker version of new~word~sport.... coasteering, wild camping....
(so one thinnest sheet of material elevated a tad the dif wild or domestic....god how pathetic..me i just sleep in the ditch ..often....)
But a whole half hour of nonsense on radio 4 as if the said bum~around~the~coast~a~bit... is some new fucking uberhero for our silly age...
naturally narrated as usual by some dreadful fucking twentysomething Beadales ed no doubt...tart

God I am so glad I am old..... and will soon be far far from reach of this utter intellectual paucity, infantilisation, and sanitised crap....
A non sequiter
and beautiful paradoxical whats that word i always forget cant remember ehh
because crap is crap and always will be
Unless nuclear cleansed perhaps...... there is no hope we need that war.....

poor things... believe their own hype.....

Anyway back to biz...
genuinely sad Shakti (not her real name, course...) yet another thief...
of the soul....and truth
And what a thief.....
(yest: "hahh.... god she was viciously organised, between visits to the manor house [ the one that just got repossessed the local baronet he tells the paper they made a 900k mistake there was no mortgage...laughable.... poor thing....and hes one of the supposedly sane and reasonably businesslike...]... the so called woodland alternative community .... for a go at his cash....
She has everyone;s benefit and tax credit days marked up on her chart on the wall of her yurt, so methodical and Hitlerite final solution.....
for her lust for that one thing they'll all sell their kids for these days.....
And will use ever clever and fanatical means...

As was quite obvious to me even the first time I heard the awful G word....nearly as bad as the ell of L.....

But I really didnt think it was all all that bad.....I thought some of the hate must be inside me..... that self~hate slightly flawed esteem thing we all have most in flagons of Bulmers .. I hope my cupful just a nipper ferret dose...

 until yesterday....
Now, there is ONE of them .... whom I even trusted to be with my child alone some of the time (these arent reprobates by the way indeed they are extremely posh ~ most dress in expensive tie die like Bruce Robinsons fascist hunterwife....her laura Ashley the very VERY expensive variety.....and swarmed to the very expensive Globe of hay when they could be bothered to get around to discovering what ordinary people like me tried out on night one...)
There was one, whom.....
I thought would be reasonably kind and wise ...balanced....counsel...to her best buddy .... stole some kids..... Portugal way....

But to have heard all that....and crosschecked facts...cos i dont do gossip i only do what can be fixed...











I shall give you the seventh dimension.....

Which has a nuance as if the late Rick Mayall (rare for me) spits it out whist prming some Tolstoyan bible into the rocket launcher aimed at Vivian's silly arse....

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

communism (lite?), would have....

ok maybe not driven it all quite as stupidly ...
But perhaps ensured....

hahh in one's late teens a word became ubiquitous....

And of course 30+ years on....... still all you ever needed..........once one has overriden the silly health and safety fiddly control for those too stupid to even imagine they may have a turn the volume down a bit switch.....

Watch out cruel world, government influence has only just begun.....
Which will entirely fail when the goody~goody underdogs state they need a rehearsal for the big one .... (about 50 times) .... yet can't even manage to call in their one Beppeite .... mine..... the only one under 55.... to be rehearsed....
Cos no one can really work together any more...... almost ever.....
No one knows what allies means.....
It means put aside some of the ego..... find the points of generous conversion rather than only of diversion....

And if someone says well since you Mr powerbroker do rightly state "hell, it, society....is so so fucked its untrue..."
surely you understand what authentic means.....so take the white fucking suit off..... cos every parent even the undreclass you so actually do despise ...used to know...... that light stuff shows the dirt of your pissstain far far more than dark... and the concomitant extra washes.....
As the REAL queen gets sat near you.....
Are all just vanity...... if you preach under the label well at least follow the fucking rules.....
My book (about #10 on the list ongoing ... describes how almost every act of environmental vandalism, offshored, as it is racist to assume the ragheads dont all want big fat plasmas and unless they see us cut washing machine use by 75% will sure all lust only after their own too.....
....almost every load of stuff burnt rather than recycled, or left in the black bag cos some emotional crisis comes along to interfere along the lines of "im too abused/unfairly treated/ sad/ unhappy/ wonky/ and all the rest of the fucking excuses for eating too much sugar, too much grape and being a fool... "
Almost all acts of The guardian or (closet Torygraph) reader ignoring eco habits that the even half educated have known for decades should be automatic.... is pure vanity.

But no, of course all of you know dont yahh that it's not really YOU...it's everyone else.... oh there's always an excuse or reason .... not even to bother knowing what the rules (vaguely not~too~fascist but balance tipped towards precautionary principles just for a few decades maybe until ....)  may be....


Unless the brown folk of the world, and all those middleEurope who got rid of 99.9% of theirs.... see the decadent west make a proper "sacrifice" which it isnt cos fuck the fun Ive had the last year .... and no it doesnt include anything to do with wholes...
unless they see we can slash the emissions and coltan grabbing by a lot.... why should they bother....


And talk of sacrifice, the meaning of sacrifice is only one, being, when some time ago you were 100% sure the mission well underway, and loads a fun and interesting essays underway too.... a fair few Montaigne may wink his hooded lid at....
To have the last month essentially put it largely aside such that I have lost great lines to be used from elsewhere, magnificent characters, well one or two, need noting down and corresponding with, too have lost the track of all that  just for some bimbo who can't even spell experience .... and some failed venture (it will unless real voices can sing...)
Is just education..... which is far far more important than my vain attempts at being regarded well....
But the last laugh on yoo..... I don't need that..... that stuff only gets in the way of your own internal map... the one where you just cant lie or you are daft....
But then there's no money in that for the shrinks so .....
 











Things you will never [innix, now we have all the time in the world, having innix succeeded there will be time to decode..in italics... cos you cant on a title

that second innix is after success....which of course doesn't make you happy unless you are a jerk

Things you will never hear me say, NEVER...
Along with my 3 or 4 billion cousins, despite the same DNA (evolution hasnt had time yet!) ....
hahh what a BORE the next fifty years is going to be, all those new maybe~genes for the schitzo explorers to attempt to decode....
cos you so so hate the different

(the key to any swinger of the moods [not me but I have studied, furthermore everyone's does...'ts called being human..]
Is develop two kinda "identities" for political persuasion ~ cos...... as Mr Z sung its all political, and when you're like me a turncoat from one persuasion.... age 16 and retained integrity....as the REAL new queen met Sunday laughed....fuck they can smell you a mile away....

It is all very simple, yes you have to have a few simple identities for expediency.... and my dwarfs as theyre too small to jump to the highest for joy at that impossible turn of events.... do at least begin to get it....

Things you will never ever in a million years even after planetary psoriasis causes bubbles of scratchy hot earth blah blah ...

Like any even half respectable Afghan or Pakistani ... same DNA so why should they..... "it is too hot...
Hahhh now...if we did have the severa weapons of ultimate destruction primed and ready to let loose....and influence the government for which I didnt know you can be dun for!
This would be time to launch..... when Evan Davies is just preparing his first babywords for Newsnight (youre finished, all journalism now ceases....the woolly condom party have just won the next election...)

All sat there complaining about the at last real real summer day reminiscent of the very best of 76.... and as for the corn....
All putting your feet in buckets of cold soup cos some silly mindfulness guru on daytime telly told you it works.....
Me, Ive done 50 degrees in the Midnight Express cell....and force fed hot soup for lunch......
And every second was called the best experience ever
As the NEW forever queen gets.....

Heat turns me on, and only makes me want some more to marry my baby .. who may indeed be as blase about a little thing which is the seed of life....

And then...... at long long last...... (how beautiful he bore the torture device...."dont tell them Rob..... I hide....[just for effect indeed exact opposite..] ..... "
"hey mate... they..... they're getting even sillyarsier than ever...[and he should know, he knows what is stuck in many of their boxes, as he does the sticking..."

It may be the perfect temperature to work, writing, as now, full sun.... but one has earned at last just a bit of time to....
do what is the only real thing in life...


"Not in my name....."

"Excommunicated...[one just needs a few allies, and what you want is the key, dont confuse it.... I am boss of my world]"

Hahhh.... I did not even know that one can be done for big sedition.....

Mira, she knows.

Monday, 21 July 2014

"The Line of Death..."

well all I know, if I were the wonderful only Welshman at the burial grounds up there in Englandshire~ the only one amongst the gathered clans, most of whom  could hardly even manage a scowl at one another, never mind his convivial make as much light as he could of it....
I would declare war on Mr Cameron. Because a good laugh is certainly the best palliative care and inoculation .... he saving our impoverished nation many a mil

Sunday, 20 July 2014

God "likes" us....

How extraordinary, peter Williams, although a civvie of course can be named as in the Welsh so unimaginative they're all so commonly named (its about her, really, chief young beautiful person god how fucking beautiful ... too beautiful to .... understand that the labels she wishes to ignore because everyone will fuck her boy or girl also cause silly things to happen which is in Scotland there being no actual real Scots even James McN of radio 4 isnt one..
 will cause in their silliness wanting a new label so much money just like her town as the sticker on the wall a big one says shhh... dont tell anyone, will all the libraries be closing....

How extraordinary "so, what you are saying is that they are decadent...."
So sharp, justa  shitty little Welshman from the Marches.....so sharp... for his age not even much more than mid 20s....

hahh... now, a bit like him, if you, that is my reader, could read ALL my identities.....(full time op even if I have also cycled 1000 miles the last month, half the time screaming into dictaphone which is what you have to do commuting to work..)

even a top broadcaster "liked" the utterly genius " they said we were as useful as a knitted condom.... but now we're THE big swingers... (dix..........copyright ME, and EE as muse~ always ~ you see the near dead cant see that the nightnare can make you new, remarkable things can begin from nowhere~ i couldnt do sounbytes EVER til 3 yrs ago....).., how sad, you see dealing with lower orders ~ generations, we have so few words left in common, they must fiddle with so many of them.... no yoof even knows that standard phrase of a decade or so back...)

Anyway,God, who weve stalked a long time, in person, the ultra beautiful person because he is so ugly it is untrue... curates the BPs (beautiful people, they dont even know THAT one any more)
yet in his several locations of very well viewed online stuf I DO love him because he always puts "i care cos I am dad to two and step to two others.." ... and for such an uber chateratti curator of the BP pounds...and pounds ... they all spend on houses round here... that puts him 9as hes been told) in ultra~god squad category...
caring for kids, simply changes you......
Indeed IS civilisation..
As the ex con on Wimmins hr bleated a year back or more....
(find him)

But you could say, to have broken through into that world..... .. (the tribe, mine, knows, pipeman for sure briefing against... were not daft...we've seen him..... and her)
Is quite amazing ~ i was giving it at least another year before their hate dissolves....

** if that bit above is in yellow its only cos silly blogger auto altered it and i havent the time [vomit] to read my own load of seed....
never mind edit it... the other stuff begining to go oprbital.....  and haven't even started yet....
And then there is the list of footstampers....
the sour ones....
(hahhh .... the not so sour Kraut..... she is so lovely, but all these years didnt know how not that smart she is..... my absolute number one bikeriding local goddess .... however she's on side.... I mean the nastiness hasnt even started yet.....
"hey luv, you maybe need to care.... I mean, your 5 kids... if Nige has his way will have to get a visa go see their cousins back in the fatherland..."







Saturday, 19 July 2014

hahhh hahhhh........
"so pathetic these days, all their parents lusting after the Jones's plasma screen football pitch of a thing..... they can't even manage to teach their kids how to keep their trousers out of the oil....."

 

There is always however a  solution
deliberately out of focus.....
because I have ten very good fun years ahead just drawing the chart to the at least 3 levels (many half a doz...) in each of my rather dreadful snaps never have time to edit crop sharpen smudge or ......

"sexy!!!"

dressed by...Rita at 10p an item.....
Face the audience and god how they HATE .... my creation

indeed the rules.....

blood, guts, nukes, swinging.....

never ever ever.... even if it is all about the stuff......you all covet.....throw anything away
because all assuming is vanity as is every lesson,
 30 inches.... 
almost a gift from Rita.....
But, if younger people are brought up with the notion that .... virtually everything will fall to bits in your hand..... 
well then they're never going to value even their own lives....
We've had a few smiles from that on some Central European doorsteps the last few weeks ~ all the way.

But how did I come to break my own rule, the ONE bit of stuff above all I needed..... ish had I kept its predecessor....it could have been ....fixed....
Or maybe I did......so much garbage ego to till through the last few mths....
But certainly not mine.

Now we know what she was for, not often but sometimes there are no words
that's cute, lady in Red.... almost the last time we finger her [vomit] ... never thought of that  "ohh yeahhh!" of the sandman mixed into..... 


editor: the old twat can't it a~hack "you still OUT there...."

"no, toryboy*....[vomit]"

Hadn't even had time to enjoy.....
sleep with one eye open....
having imagined a story...... that begins something like, after all these years the father sees the teeny bopper....stage front a bop
on the Tube
But at last now do..... have time to enjoy....... especially knowing the monster lives
do sleep wityh onme eye open, now....

stories for later but, (never mind of course the fact that Amis was right so many years ago..... just too much information ever to get any real attention...so what....)

Several years ago, just a couple actually seems like yesterday on the wander up the Brecon alleyway up to see Donna now privatised~ do em for fraud pretending they would be out on strike, send them to their privatised successors for probation, cos they promised....

"hey toryboy..... come lets share some stories...... bout that creep you wish to unseat.... and a few others..."

ff few years..... two...

" well, you see you get some bad press and some good....life ehhh... balance.... but too much of a pain in the ass fielding the twatterati and their assumptions...."
which had been proceeded by "look you twat... YOU must stand...you are worthy enemy.... "

Which was not afterworded by ..... " plans have long been afoot to sidetrack all that nonsense matey.... we are going much much further than that..... I understand that there must be only one primary manifesto aim of any organisation ... which of course only the true intellectual can bear to accept.... to put itself beyond any need, for itself.... "

* ten years on the job too..... wonder if they'll let him keep the black rangerover




"you still there...?"

[in bold puple itix]

"it is as if maybe nature knows something, has been given prior warning.... ripe blackberries in July dark as his blood sprinkled on the flowers at the roadside..... they cant be bothered even to clear the glass.... properly ..... that this season must end one last chance..... over "

Which is all melodramatic pants...
As are oaths, OMDL....
omdl
omdl
Ok it's like this..... some 7 or 8 years ago we put a chart on the wall, a few hundred feet above where 7 or 8 years later you watch the final journey 7 or 8 feet down....
On that chart it laid out (only as arts project ... hmm...wonder which rat ate that?...) how there would be a series of masterclasses first in how to handle the little fucker, pick up some second hand stuff, work on borrowing a bit of field.... and within a certain period get ones kiddie a pony.... well, it took a little longer than charted....
But eventually.....

Even if it may well be, and I live only by the season, the first day of afterharvest frolicking in the mud and, even, summer holiday.....
which may require a short intermission.....
But do come back..... I meant I would get my kid that pony.....
And mean it there is the real thing to come.

 never mind that the new phase of ultimate hypocrisy is now to start.... today. After all these years....

coughin....

you simply have no idea......
the "gift".

so, rather a lot to cover..... which is personified in fat middle aged hasbeens flooding My Marches .... whom state their aim is to pas on the chalice to the young storm troopers (fuck you should have seen em..... but thats her world) .... but their chief fucking bitch cheerleader hits the town.... and they never even remember to chirp the only one who isnt under fucking fifty....never mind did half the work.....
that coffin didnt have in it a twisted and torn carcass of some young Innocent

It contained the remains of nothing...... your whole project came to nothing, even the nice ones... cough cough, just for now....
But talk about the perfect last paragraph to the masterclass.....

But then, just yest..... there is the deadest soul at her coffee .... and the other side of the same street you have to push your way through the legions of scooters..of the Motability brand..... there she is, sixty odd....
having gone through the year of wondering who the hell she really is....
even takes my arm
" .... I shall get out my brasso...... make sure the lead one .... reflects true...... into their eyes.... the sunshine..."

hahhh...courtesy of little Miss Ogle.... this post was to begin so does it have two fs or one.... and I had said silly me of course its only one.... just being forever unable to spell certain words correctly doesnt mean you are a dyslexic gunrunner.... things just come in shades of plastic ...and no one knows what they are, nor will they ever.

fuckin ell Stormin' Norman....

...worthy of the name Lord....
even if the enemy of all mankind some time ago....

"[just as like vultures all this gen have left is the carcass of what may have been spirit from which to feast tearing at each other for every click of the like page and think that data and what you like can sustain them via the algorithms... i.e. in simple language, race to the bum of all that matters is what they can pick out of your profile and clicks] .... trust me, they'll figure a way of making a buck..... off your early death.....[see hansard for his drunken slur last eve]"

just remember you cannot ever even begin to imagine the future ~ you can never picture in advance tomorrow. No silly contemporary artiste who may steal boyfriends sat there mocking can see herself in intensive care that same evening some loony who sells guns for a living, despite the sweetest ever Sladdish country upbringing.... hits 130 just for kicks on the byeways....
One simply could not see that body, the box looks from the eagle's view in the gallery so small and as almost illusory twisted there suspended on its unseen frame, as his body within.....
in that place.... had one tried to imagine the end of such a week.




Nothing eslse ever did matter........

Every picture tells a story. Cliche of the century, being.....
All electronics so worn out, the Dawn explosions ~ rather timely, they deserve every ...
hahhh it's back! the shiver down the spine.... never forget that picture from the gallery on high.... why didn't I?
Never mind breaking my own rules ... you have to have some.
They deserve every torrent, every soggy float.... there will be no picture here of Dawn and her pyrotechnics, perhaps a fitting end ~ to the week, he will never see ending from his rotting eye sockets.

can the father ever be forgiven..............

Has the ancient vaulted ceiling ever looked down on such a weird and motley crew..... and perhaps greater tragedy....

I may have never even seen his facebook profile, but I cried his death.....
And my own was just up there timeless on that green hill above the sorry gathering half don't even know who the father was ~ hills are never Black... that's just a Welsh thing....


piss on their carnival that's all I say......

Now we really know what it's all about............   and every single word of it..... will be brought to life for his ....
("you can keep a secret can't you.... well then, whisper in his ear: leave...try save yourself.... despite........ [the longest dots in history]"

people of The Black Mountains have always been a trifle.... unusual..... well, I doubt there will be a more unusual graveside gathering for some years, even decades... and a sadder one
But what a spot to rest.....
never mind that even with the big swingers, I cannot see how any earthquake will make it for decades worth being around bothering to have lived




that'll wake the "bastards" up.....

Friday, 18 July 2014

Toryboy [how I watched him inveigle... even taking posh wine as gifts into the Blue Boar to chat up the barmaids

... so curious these ten years who the hell he was...looking like just a developer's agent]:

To the old bag on the radio or wasit telly news ... "i want to live every click...through my Hawkingesque machine.... even if i can only manage a click a min....because I'm so curious..what happens next!."

TB: "... but you look so young and super fit....."
LD: "yeah mate.... you see your matron was so wrong, due you guys you cannot even aford the buses.... so the several hundred miles a week the last few ....
all I can say is thanks....it is indeed all down to you...."


***
This piece of underclass nonce... 
"you can't even watch 13 sex of video MVI file withoput it jamming.... so can't check oout which is best for my dreadful mean reader....so stick them both up..... you do the work"




video

("hahhh that'll serve him right for being a fucking gunrunner...[even Gandhi may have allowed himself one not so nice quip]")

(whilst it uploads and i have to wait.... please NEVER resort to "built in obsocescence" otherwise I'll fucking shoot you........ ever.... 
just to prove you've been listening in lessons....
it is called ripping people off....it always was and always should be....... and just because a younger even sillier generation comes along pretending to be so smart ....doesn't mean they are....nor ever will be)


video



"size eight...! hay i can fit into a ..."

"the bill's in the post, tart....so get earning a living...you won't even get expenses from that load of thieves...."
(but, subtitle, if....nahh it's impossible ....if it worked..... Ive been plotting it in my sick mind and even sicker blog..... over four years.............. but when even the councillors...on tape, state..... "what a fine thing, do it.... that creature ....would look fine, lead chariot...." .... subtitle, how curious that ....
Well, next bit.

All I know, aim for the flightpath 35000 odd feet..... and if you can even work out who is firing the nukes, well you may just end up shagging the commoners that inhabit the evening bus drunk on the way back from the city pubs....  except you have to save it first....
Which has nothing to do with me..... my dreams are only ever even more grandiose than Julians.....

crash and...fucking burn....

subtitle: Toryboy, you couldn't make it up and as it's a taped interview : ['c'mon mate..... say it...say the words..... !! that come with a handshake...I mean it's not like there's much doubt.... '] "... all this ridiculous o'fence.... you should stand..... "

So, I live high high up.... and it takes a hell of lot to disturb my sleep.... the flashes, one I thought may be from the Kingstone area far off yonder, the place they'll go for first all those aerials....
indeed I was actually frightened....
only for five seconds.....
What a perfect storm of a night....at the perfect time....




  

The Big Swung Dick....

... even waking up one....
won't make you happy....(ever) ...even having founded ]vomit] the "socialist" republic of the ugly and cider addled interbreds.......
of course they cannot even bring themselves to utter that truth, being it is taboo~word.... bad for the branding iron...
get it, got it, good..... (at a scream)


And the poor little plebs (no caps)... don't even know... still exhausted and in their sacs... assuming yet anothert fuck up and failure...
Poles don't have the chance to lie in, all at it since dawn in the adjoining strawbery fields.... they need those big fat slimmer plasma screens to absuse their children bringing them up via.
In our lands no one can ever mean what they say because they no longer know what they really want

there's no success like failure..... but what do you do when you win like THAT!!!

And fuck those up the arse whom .... dot dot dot
But it won't save the 200 acres of strawberies to be ploughed into the soil today just because they are too large and juicy...for the nasties of the supermarkets.

That is Herefordshire, even..... never mind the poor man who as good as killed his own son.
But he must be left with his own conscience.

Is that the biggest swing party in history? Even if it is as the tapes one day will show, is entirely undeserve Ed...

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

you can be the captain...and i will draw the chart

loud
" I can't have a fag in my shower..." theres always a solution and silly elves don't even begin to get it that the revolution even an itzy bitsy one requires always three things done at the same time...just to begin to get through a bit of their miserable little  day and actually do what they said they mean to do....

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

The Grey Haired baby.....*

...had to sell her eggs on ebay (19:15)....

* not mine, but the q is the babies..... who can indeed write, will they ever get their scuzzy little acts together such that they will catch up with their utterly standard to~do lists....

hahhh....don't ask me what it**'s for

** just to seek revenge, i shall die before writing it up carefully..... "holiday to Auschwitz?, me never been..."

Nothing matter's except that yes indeed, a partly cloudy day ~ but the problem with you all, bahh one, met randomly the other day now SHE has her priorities right....: take your work outside, or your phone or your goddam shitty laptop or even if you must smartie.... and sit working in the sun; and if there is a grey sky I work far far more multitask all those tasks for months been lagging behind on...too much fun elsewhere~on the orals...
And as for any poor soul whop is around.... they would only get it if they had read the bit in the dreadful but in places Bach book.... where they find a way of saving the trees or whatever it was....a moment never properly replicated, until the overcast skies of today..... allow a catch up....

hahh silly Tories, seeded the revolution ...poor Boris won't have enough cash for water cannons when they start to scratch their silly bald heads on the little inevitable issue of the 60% of unpaid bedroom tax....
bring it on ~ even my mayor is getting uppity.... to me....even if said bechained one will never know it is me because ... I am never rthere anywhere by name...only here.

Several years ago I really did have the beautiful moment of the silly Beds veg grower so demonstrating his precious and ego fuelled kind the problem....
Never mind his unpleasantness when disconnected kids were offered as bridge Across... his fucking nasty ego ditch
Mutual pain.....
No use with that lot, lets put it simply: the VERY type who would bragg of Green credentials.... the very last ones to seed and fertilise chariot led revolution as .... the buses which his customers use.... never mind my whorehouse~on~wheels.... cut....
As sure as his overpriced produce...
But my mayor, is on side...in writing too....

All of which is irrelevant and just a distraction....
To the mound of lovely words still to have a ponder of and play with....
I haven't even got, yet, to Moral Maze on silly wankers bleating o'fence ... just cos of some words...
Anyone with any sense has got far more real a life ever to bother with.... unless of course its about that national YUK sport not even very good at, even if every other thought...I can read them....cash.

the more lovely phase is getting back into the compost heap of my draft posts, now possible, desks...nearly...cleared....
(and peace treaties torn up to use as firelighters)

So, when one may be assisting some ex~Southerner but fairly long time p.t. farmer ...incomer.... loadsadosh.... miles away from anywhere ~ at least an hour.... and there you are your gardening gloves giving out and even if organisation means plan for all eventualities. sewing kit not on board that day....
And noticing pairs of gardening gloves ~ not particularly new, noticed by dint of wear....
and the cunt is so mean they arent even offered as temporary fix, the hands blistering at the need to move 16 tons of stone ... to fashion the new pathway....
You simply have no society left whatsoever...nor community....nor anything else ever bothering to get up for in the morn...
But i do.... always.
And it has absolutely nothing ever to do with anyone else.....
And anyway, my moster upbrought are all entirely free as pre~programmed drones: here's the target, suggested bearings, and alt.... likely flak.... now its up to you how you get there....all i know you've had the finest of careful all the way engineering...

In the meantime, for all nasty farmers....
it didn't affect my noticing and smiling....



there was even a phrase for it.... "rustic chivalry" ... doubtless The Guardian with their fraudulent tourist guides will not manage to actually get to the facts....due in some part quite a few people Ive known ...rustics and pretend~o~ones.... I can quite assure it no longer applies..

 























child~rearing technique.... (subtitle: caring...)

subtitle: YOUR egos....

All photos till soon, just a bit of infil....
 

And today
well I never, 17th June, the above prepared, even if timeless, never mind 150 posts back ~ this above being then
set aside just a moment left in drafts....
and a whole month passes by.
But it is all timeless....
Even if will have to scratch the patch to remember why.... child rearing matters because no one else seems to get it

hmm...too many philosophical investigative journalism pursuits ongoing... to even remember what this one was leading to and hell i's the absolute rotten apple core (pear actually) of the whole damn projects...sss.
But it may come back....
But the grey skies have.... so what is only up to the gods is will they persist today too, (and humorously as in fact despite 1000 miles and many a harassing and being told just that, it's necessary...by the fabulous young black woman... may as well be back under the exact same cloudy skies a month ago...
Should it remain cloudy....today.... some mists may be cleared for a little light next stage...
we shall see...


Allah! we need your sheltering wing.... come again.....
even if they're only whooping for the larger necklace they get to hustle out of the state of play

nahh yer av to be here

Back to the local, that's always far far more fun...
never mind that near half a decade all is proven...locally

so, if (inix)

I did have ... a load of monkeys working away under my control never mind coercive and slaverous fatherhood....
(you don't think I was joking do you about "Faginesque" has been redifined..)

dawn: the setting is the Woodlanders all hunched over their German~made bbqs (last for years) havina  cuppa good sourkraut...
"roiit u ugly loadsa treasonous lewdites... orders....jokes, create.....walk the lands Byron even feared to tread.... with your notepads.... and create.... hmm, now the theme of course of late [remember the tune, rhythm... daa daa daaa daaa daaa daaa da a daahhh dahhh bolocks cant get it onto your screen then there is so much one cannot..] ... small little rockets, many sponsored by the YUKs of Beds.....
wonder whom will be first to knock an fbish's pointy one off with their pump rocket....
"well a few last night on the wireless you could hear it in the vitriol protruding out as a little bump the front of their cassock....
"And they don't wish it used for fine procreative means,....
"bit like gay marriage ...
Bishjokes..."



until further note ice...

all generous wordifying, jotted, never mind all other words uttered from my treasonous gob, perfect Unison with
.....  song of the muvvaland.....

and i do not lie.....

just mean.......http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b0496bgc

"The End of the Pay Rise"
the above deliberately put up in the silly entitlement.....
As skit, being it may not there be clickable, upon the just about everyone who cannot appreciate that the British economic model is simply copied by all the silly people at the top in love with America as they get their jolly old a bit betterhospitality at the bulimic hooker houses of DC and the rest of the dreadful place based on even their meds being made of cheaper bottom lines...

And in tribute to a really rather dreadful BBC who at last even if it sticks in their mouths hence not being able to use the clearest language (mine, copy, right!): the privatised postman delivering ebay stuff all day and night, on a self employed, no holiday pay or sometimes contractual coverage of his petrol money on his round, i.e. no reasonable employment terms whatsoever, is a choice....
Ours copied from America, yet our far nearer cousins and happier nation, Germany, just one of quite a few examples across the short hop to the continent, who last time we looked apart from being far better at snooker ~ reliable, are still one of the world's top ten economies, yet manage just such whilst retaining their posties on proper jobs~for~life, ish, nice long holidays, sick pay.... i.e. not much turbo capitalistic change....
And they work....better.

So, logically the alien sat at her streetcorner cafe up above pondering .....may just be saying, that lot, us lot....why on earth would they want to decouple from a gathering which generally has a rather more healthy setup....
ever looking enviously over to a rather longer hop to a people whom really by almost every measure quite simply have a far less satisfying life experience...never mind being rather despised so much of the planet...
Beggars belief.
But, this portal, just laughs..... several.in fact quite a few little ditties on what may as well be almost all the time nowadays as crap as PBS, history says that when you squeeze middles never mind starve the bottom..... as said program yet again bores us with ~ multipliers top to bottom multiplying as quickly as mean incomers my neck of....
history says doesnt work in the medium time at least....
Germany deserves to remain boss, perhaps they read their history a little more carefully, with their various laws on restricting greed at the top..... and of the usurers....
As example that it doesnt all have to be silly American versions of it all

But this portal just laughs at the quite a few headscratching analyses on why has British productivity crashed and burned as the drone running out of gas as it passes the collateral coral....?? " WHY!? what may we have missed?! "   dont get it its as if some new economic paradigm which Evan or the other one forget his name can invent some new term as stagflatory as their pathetic intellects...
Peter Day....

hahhh.. (remember that one, all rocks are flawed.... remembering that does away with all the drama, all the regret.... all the negative energy....tbc that bit)
  
if your workers/slaves.... not only receive cleverly smaller portions of gruel ....(hahh didnt know it was quite that bad...relatively... wage contractions espesh at the fatty bottom 40 yrs)
never mind you treat them like shit....
Of course they scowl deep down, away from the CCTV cameras webcammed to the Bosses smartphone via his golf course...
Of course underneath the mask they hate....
And of course when they have that daily choice of whether or not to steal back

their dignity.....

At the quite unnecessary unfairness....

Their productivity will continue the endless battle towards the bottom ...

I am learning german, perhaps they have a radio four nil that may actually be powered by a little simple common sense....














Sunday, 13 July 2014

how did that happen.....

hooker number one..... comes over ere....
left her twatter open.....
(how did that happen far too pleasant a dawn for such loud infantile screams).. "wool against weapons"... never mind if we all have dyed blond hair like good old Teresa May someone may just take us seriously on The Tube...
as almost all their profiles nowadays nuclear glow
fucking criminal genes once its in the blood forever a thief....
Their grating queen Natalie all she can twatter about is pots of #jamtastic which of course is yet another pile of rotten teeth....
never mind silly old women and their knitting ...about as effective as a knitted condom....

Go ask number 101 ...'ssss relatives....
addendum 1001... likely before end of the month
And my local green Page can't even muster 100 likes....

All too busy sucking up at his Court.....
hmm wonder if we could sneek in...... you can tell, some silly old aristos are just begging for a challenge..... he thinks I havent forgot..... sins of his father 15 years back.....
Never mind the poison flooding the aisles of COOP even more prominently than ever....



After a little thieving ...

that is.... no one even able to spell riparian rights....
And the bother just sat at the bank with your woodsmoke arising
... never mind the brummies not quite getting the fact that there is one little strip of land they can never own because the people own it....
and it isn't their to strim
the very last place that you should let me trespass round....because its always just about the land....
is the.... I really do mean the....place which more than any....
with its loganberry bushes overgrown the courts where once just once in a blink of a godhead's weary latenight eyelids.....
could be heard over the then~money hahh no wrong way round now~monet several million quids worth of walls
surround the squash nowatime protect from the winds and rain the berries fruiting endless bowls of squash....
(hahhh another sacred cow all that pants listening to years on dental improvement..rather belies the record mounds of extracted gnashers, just the five year olds..)

When one spends many a dawn foraging the ruins.... of the one place above all (and it nearly is) ... which represents the fact that all civilisations, especially the richest by far for miles and miles....

One day, no one even can remember why and it wasn't that long ago.... crumble, rot, decay....
Not even his glamour could keep the wolf from the door...
Indeed all left the crumbling protected hole to what used to be whole.....
And a hell of a lot of flowery
Flora....

And I have been told...... young foxes gambol the doorway.... just about now
Which is a considerable surprise .... for reasons tbc





hahh reasons not to take the final sting in the arse....

now this may seem an inane quibble, but as previously featured blogger is the flyswatter of choice by dint of a many many year known fact, unscientifically proven in a theory germinated 15 or more years back....as the swarm of nonsense you get from the gobs of the commentariat only clouds any simple reality....that a whole generation has been drained of all sorts of philosophical innateness by the constant drain of all creativity from fiddling with the gizmos.... the doctrine of simplification requires Hitlerite solutions in ruthless pruning back (often after quickest glance at options all thousands of them) ... cos try anything fancy like Wordpress never mind the rest you'll be struggling forever just to figure.... and show off to everyone else how damn clever you are at her mastry
Blogger in theory simplest way in ... I mean same company own it all so one would have thought that "insert video from youtube" words/effect button may actually work...I mean its been around a long time...
But no, or rather sometimes...
In that little box where one may paste in the exact title deemed by the author of that up on The Tube...
no it gives you a long long list of every other video on said Tube, but the one you actually want.... that's when it gives more than three and gets stuck... which its been doing several years at least all the weirdos wanking at their hotdesks too busy to even bother check it works....
But of course there's always a solution...
If one has all the time in several lifetimes just to figure them, which may seem a gripe but
there you go you set up liesdamage nice n simple some several years back....
rarther good at PR me... you've only seen the smallest last kink in the stingy needle....

But then the silly OCD lot go change the whole architecture such that appears cant use ones own account in name cos it isnt a name becomes a page or some such other pants....
which decouples itself the accounts were married....
Then of course the silly robots behind their screens cant answer simplest plain language about what next despite all their footnotes to their spam which bigs up their own lardarses sat there sending out their meaningless autoreplies all day....
at Ogle not very supportive whatsoever....
goodjob they're so fucked up they can't even get around to charging the 10 quid annual domain fee....
they send out 10 spams demanding or you get life no parole....

which of course you spend so much time failing to get in the far corner of the box across the net you just give up and die cos yer girlfriends been watching telly without yer....

And never have the time to notice that other button....which says share on yer blog
which yer press with such trepidation cos you don't know what other little settlement it'll nudge up to the wall of your patience all but holding out to the hand of the disabled lady who was next to you....but all that is left of her is just her hand
In your hand....

half a century of the grumpy ones take it all rather too personal.... and protection is only endless forever revenge....

I daren't even look..... is she even there, below?.....if so, click on her or else ...cos in any event your curtain of iron, temple of candyfloss, iron hammer of the leatherjacket,  sunset of the zombies....
swarm of drones programmed forever with the rippling  shadows of the shoah

is about to be....dissolved



Lies (by Stan Rogers, cover by Mick and Andrea)

What a shame the whole North is just too

... five degrees cooler....
no Southern downsizwer swarming to my Marches with their pot of housprice gold
Will ever be able to emulate even by a lifetime of elocution
what the Northerner can do with the word ...dancin....

wow.....

she's getting a bit of traffic....
And... hmm ... so many balls of fluff to juggle can't even recall if this one got a link

But no little gizmo could ever capture, in the flickering wonderland backdrop of a hundred shattered mirrors of false promise
her face hardly visible but by the afterburners of the sparks flying high into the midsummer night
Shoulders hunched ~ she doesn't even need to tits~out give it everything you ever need...

Out of nowhere, left field, like the rabbit that fleeing the fright takes a wrong turn and ends up below the Tourists cycle wheels and sends him spinning into the crowd...
the fabulously trimmed down version so many years couldn't make it the layers of flab
hiding beneath the folds....
What must become the new blogsong..... if I could work out what its about but
some things you don't need to know

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wq60IMgFIOA





the project....

...paradoxically must not succeed...
even if it is worth every few days now using her weapon, be up way way before the dawns....

When one has discovered the closest there can conceivably be to The way To Live.... in the form of dynamic hermitage disorder meaning taking one's solitude up Dale and down his silly byways...

packed a~back the rickety old girly bicycle.... rewriting the failure that was all dreamlike in the acts of fantasy called all the books with a happy ending especially the one with the clever trick which foreshadows any settlement Jerusalem and suburbs as that foreswears the big final bang...

Anyway forget words, they did little good.... but the first perfect summer for several.....
After even if the silly doctors, whom need to watch a bit of Heathcliff ages back...
"look yer silly bint, best cure for your neurosis...get out the hospice pretending you ever cared for the nutter of the moors....and bathe yourself in what nature intended best disingectant never mind strength giver.... that ol sun...."

wouldn't get it with their signs symbolic of what a load of bollox....
No it was the mildest winter for years which isnt that fab a thing but has given the birds bees and a few other stingy creatures...like me...
The earliest possible start...for years....

With even time to spare...what is life is full of care no bloody time to hare and tear...
no lycra and no falling off
(watch the space as anysusch damn hairtrgigger surely gotta be at some point
and as for elves or even plebs being taught the basics such as signal before a turn)

Up those hills and hurtle down dale
Mouth closed pregnant lanes lines of bugs
recovered... look, the criss cross ..... the alien from her street corner sees
Addendum must be a he the other lot would only sneer

Up and down her hedgerows throught the lands ...
blah blah too easy, another day....
But theres a hell of a lot of bugs... and chief zombie despite a rather healthy appetite ... couldn't keep up with that particular source of the great forage ....
Which one has never had the slightest bit of interest in....
But ...

I want no readers especially not lots of them.... because I know that you silly little speeding bullets of self regard will never backtrack on that one habit which I never forget revolting me over three decades ago... the dayglo.... on my hills

And thus certainly do not wish anyone to know any little smallest lockpicking device ...
It was certainly never in her dreadful 20/7 society her whole project designed to destroy any society there ever was....

addicted to lycra.....

Now, the one ultimate paradox, and no skit or sardonique glance over the shoulder to the beautiful people ... who've come full circle.....
But they wouldn't know how to join the two ends of the line if

what.....just spin it on three hours sleep in deference to
the last two weeks the amount of times the Socialist* front have uttered
the bitch
know all a bit old hat because it was never her she too one dimensional
to have created the shades of sadness

The Witch's legacy

The ultimate paradox is that one does not want one's actual true life's work to succeed

Never having really had the time to get on a pushbike for years ... save that spare for wandering the hills
And having found some new region where they see so few of the two wheelers excepting the ridiculously colourful, or those on windturbine power
Well perhaps that thye Britishers can't even manage not to crash and burn come the first raincloud....
I can hear the headlines you need ringing from Naughty's tower months hence "Major retailers have today announced in alliance as they always were to fix the prices.... the triple dipper's here because it wasn't really much more than a bit of jappo stagflation the wonks so clever at fiddling the figures ...
and it is a definite ebay sell off Peter off due... the summer of horrific English sporting failures...

And the historian of 200 leagues into the future will footnote:  that set off Ms Draculic's predicted fly swatting....

hahhh... put in a pic, Estelle I wonder if you will recall these...
XXX
so much to do
too much to do to just yet add in all the pictures for yoo........

* poor lambs too petrified of the mad cow's pile of dung may smother such that they cannot even use the right word.....


Saturday, 12 July 2014

but the true revolutionary.... knew they would cos that was plan about N.....
And had bags packed to all three maybe destinations....
ready....for just what if'n maybe....
Always.........
Hull~man knew that

Now all that remains is to get the Kraut where she should be.....

A few weeks with Mr CBT.... a magnificent grin and in writing acolade from

 yet Mr CBT cannot even hear "that was utterly fucking amazing and never heard before magic.....
we may well have lost the battle but he said we won the war...."

It is worth it Estelle....
But you gotta have nerves of steel.....or at least the right songs playin in the walkerman as you wander down their aisle...

stage left

but all the CBT in thw world fails to make the human human....
pretend~o~therapy works though....

well, in all but one litle lost lamb to the slaughter



never mind three buses all turnin up at once.....


hahh....what was that? indeed...five years to even rev up and be any good.... my aprenticeship
near complete...
Ain't even started yet.....
nedver mind the absolute fun of it...../
All the way...til the wheels~a spin off a burnin....


so, a bitta sex...birds bees....and all those utterly positive side effects of cuts...only just beginning to bed in.... as they will next year too having not this
been cut

except of course the brummie incomers who must cut and cut givem some sense of control and Joneses kept up with....
And you spend your days (fastback to pinkbike....[hahhh yopu see your brainwashing didnt work....LOOK MAMMY THERESTHAT WEIRD BLOKE ON THE PINK BIKE.....
men dont wear pink....
except pinktie...

wait til i do get his name.....
Butler Sloss would be proud of him..... the whole generation of Judases she spawned ...

pinkbikes never mind chariots being forged...
swarms of them....
yet the morons I have to guide through the most off piste bits of the borderlands dont for a second get it
"that 1/4 of the wildflowers your jaw dropped at heading for extinction on the wireless over custard tarts this morn you silly tart..... they arent committing suicide.....no you dont fucking be nice to cheery farmers....
cos the only people that kill off stuff are people...
god when will you EVER learn....
you don't take it so personal...but you have to make it personal......
There are principals...only principles..."
Me, i would rather spray them... the lot of em.... with that which they were told years ago to leave off by a ten m strip free from surrounding their greedily every fucking billionth of a bitacoin
years...of nothing but, cant.......
that should be inix too but then there are many such.....time

Now, I have all ... back....even better.....
and beet that bitch......
time to go see the Queen..........................................