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Thursday, 2 October 2014

(cart should be capitalised,of course...... but then, if I have one... that means you have one too...so you figure...'ts not beyond... there is no beyond, anyone has ever been givenm the gift of knowing ....

The cart is moveable...!

Of course, sacarafice....fuck you owe me
Now Raymond Tallis if it wasn't for the poetic justicve of my stolen copy being resteeled.... I could dip in
But I recall his slagging off the inability to pinpoint it.... their fMRIs despite their NewNation over excitement and attention seeking of a twelve year old....no thats an insult to even 9 year olds..

A queue for fish, 3/4 of a Homeric unicycle ago...
"bruce [no surnames as I don't drop the biggest tosser ever who isn't worth mentioning his wife two faced tearing at the flesh of the foxes in that expensive attire nmearly as pricey as the hippy chic 99% of the time clad in...] .... just one question, there's this babe.... there's a hell of a lot of Poliakoff innit kinda Perfect Strangers on acid, but I dont do drugs ever so it is all in the mind, what a tory, no better, man gets off with kid at funeral he last met when she was one... and his dads.... and he doesnt like women or anything to do with any of them but ... to get ion there of who you are....is the ultimate erectile enhancer, cant even remeber what its called that one evberyone else needs...
"Bruce, you a man of...well attempt at truth at least even if its not exactly 100%.... I've got this new thing where..... I can do it in my head and it is 99% near as good as the real thing....
 "hahh grasshopper..... [better to do it later after the event.... when in better mood these dreeps put me in just thinking of their silliness... ripper, Jack..who cares...and to think that Hunters corpse could be so chewed...]... me too.."

But the last few years it has gone ~ if there ever was a definition of that soul kinda living in some bubble you are in even if it is in your head and so stark you can almost trail your fingers along its gossamer sheen ... which is just liquid of the Fairies but....
It feels like the soul...it feels like it is its own seperate world that has firmed up for just that one reveisted pleasure.....
But that long held ability....  knew something had gone!
But talk about the busiest year I never a year ago imagibned was even vaguely visible through the mists...

Of course, stood at my rut edge..... out there rut..loads

If there is a spot you can pinpoint the soul.... as.... whatever it is, it has BEEN moved.... you've fuckin nicked it....cos it is somewhere here now, somehow nudged into the limnal region brain/eyes.... maybe even stretches out into the screen i dont actually look at....

What a load of cheapskates... you get the only thing Ive ever known you cant lay your hand on for skin that comforts (if i could... hmmm... just a song....best ever...wimmin and data...and save.... clearly inteligence is just a manthing)

And youve had my soul which was doing pretty damn the best you could get from an older model... pulled into your infotainment possibilities for all this time, and I never even knew.....
And that is no skit
I want it back. or there is a compromise.....


PS

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Still_(Joy_Division_album)
should be in french really

Now, I fight above my weight, as talk about a city of fat slobs. Almost to a man.

Homer was pathetic, talk about a job only half done.... why leave it at just one Odd essay.... ten year long.

the real phase two started now I know in quantum maybe land of course you can't see where the gun is either....
Or when it was fired.

talk about the last place on earth where one would wish to spend a long weekend becomes a week such fun.... and I hate all cities, there cannot be any city which will ever be the architect's dream of ... dot dot
Cities stink.
Smells are manageable, but fear is boring. Ignoring anyone is not what it should be. Everyone is unique and has something as the Pocahuntisisation of humanity is entirely right about, however...
The street corner of a very small theme park in The Marches, hung ourt on as they being welsh dont know about outdoor coffe taking as magnificent France knows key to life...
Anyway back to point if there is one, no there is only that which enters the nasal chambers and is magic carpet in the heavenl;y vaults of the upper levels of what become cathedral in resonance up there above the ordinary masses at prey ... what was the line in the place above the congregation and between their whiff and the beams above.. blah blah Rolling on that carpet, magical... as it barrel rolls the loop up there in the cathedral ~ like the human being 90% not the human bit that scurries around between the pews...
(on life, what pisses me apart from the silly notion man is hunter when actually maybe one small little subspecies developed some arrow firing skills,  that maybe came in handy later on to the other 99% who made their living, life picking seafood from between the rock cleft, those arrows being other than ceremony rather useful little picks...
A fact that the victorian notion of supremacy cannot even now be pulled from Dawkin's tooth... no matter how sharp the needle

Quick version, I know the root canal of the real pain in the neck.... and was born there, even if fortunately escaped its Guantanamo restrictions.....
Manchester, wouldn't need to go there, dull horrid... but laurels to rest on forever being they resisted the tendency to cash in on slavery....
And the PR department of Factory did a gteat job painting in the dots suggesting a morose bunch of weirdos when in fact barring one theres always one who ...[in fill later] Joy Division in real life did actually live up to their name... properly, and the living ones matured to enjoy their garden sheds [sic, we dont do music journalism other than knowing it all from their slaves, and that particular snippet from an uncommon r4 interview we would normally turn off r4 on anything musical which is silly old git fawning over boring Old Sones usually...or even worse Dolly or Daemon [not a typo]

As the other real life oral blog day in and out weulogises upon, Liverpool.... the real problem, their inability to give up selling niggers, when evbefryone else said maybe its time we replanned our economy...
Is just as evident today in..... rather a lot. especially how mean they are to lovely little sweet carol singing buskers, genuionely hungry...unlike the fat bouncer up the street whos actually [sic] clearly got his lad on the factory floor of having to write a new song every night.... or else....
I dont get my beer and chip money from the 16 hr day shift.....
But that is the life of others.... time for some life of those...I know for rteal...soon.
Every single one as needy (fake needy their speciality) ... and still revelling in the wake of the greatest fake of all time.... who couldnt even manage to jet his one boy over stateside just now and again...despite all his billions the Jap didnt get trust over
A whole sity of fakes.... real nasty princesses of the worst kind...dressed up as [infil later after the bomb crater]

Zut allors... (it came at my cliffface I go stand andd gaze over..well little clif) ..

Consommee.....
oui....
Une vaccance
A honeymoon.... (i know it'll be just as bad but I need to find himstill) ...in Hull....

I am going to do it, if the other plan, c, doesnt elicit the any 7 year old Liverpuglyan could figure beween nickin the carthedral lead...
absolute no question about it being there stalking mission..... in the sun
IMAGINE, FIRST TIME, YOU ACC CAP manage third base camp .... and a bit of Phil still lingers.... and somewhere near he will be too... never mind another ....
Consomme on the back seat of a Humber.....

Paradis... I don't lie.


No time to even flirt with the notion of highlight copy paste.... (no, don't mock.. the point still stands, i very much doubt that a shity underclass laptop at probably 500 quid ~ unlike the one aside with her fabulous expensive soundcard... not much else us etho... in its natural state of with~touchpad (that does "work" as in doesnt fuck everythingb else when its working... ) with~touchpad, and with all those dreaded extras that get sent in via the Fuel... nonmeof which you ever need.... the problem them harassing my core being, works even if the touchpad is checked out tip top.... it is that by breaking the little fucker...losing that attachment, that the core is left to fuction a little like it might, notionally, if god existed and was on one's side.....and as we have established being femenine she sure doesnt like Cummin when it suits you...
But if all she can attack with is the notion that it would have been diferent had it been at another time
Well she's rather a sad whizzened old crone whos jokes frankly pall.... because no matter how old, you can close your eyes and that aroma (which does not dull with vintage even 1950s i believe) takes you back there to that one point..... or paradis...and always will....
And with a french accent...will be paradise times two....
Please dont assasinate me...just yet










(this truly is a lifetime event....

)

That spans all, titles, entitlement, the actual content of real life.... the one aspect to human existence which I simply cannot believe has never been properly explored....

French music, now..... having at last, a lifetime quest, found ....
Even if the .... well not sybarite on one aspect of life..... and knew it too.....

(if you are going to blow up your rather good old cheapish Sony headphones, bought in the days of solid state, control....
then do it with French music..... and the greatest album of all time sans doubte....
Because being French isn't just about the way that in the shadow of Georges' monument....  about the most rediculous carbunkel ever....
She was sighted and
well there is a way that only the young French woman can be when she knows she's been..... seen
Fabienne......
facebook has some uses..........because an image held inside many years is powerful, espesh if you could never beat it....)
Nationalitee.... is the rediculous concept...... because the genes are all mixed.... so it all just comes down to copyright
Which genes get copied.....

And the seed must alway be credited....
Not only do the frogs have by far the best grub (dont believe jealous YUK media I know that the average 19 year olf Fabienne could still rustle up an omellettte [hahh stick in a trebble for making the point] .... avec elan ... in a  way that the average fat slob from Solihul can only sit with his pile of cheap cans and lament....
woe is us for not inventing.... that moment which is better than all of Mozart and Bruch rolled into Einaudi with an Adrian Johnston mix of the paint on the modern art that doesn't need no canvas...



 The perfect side of an album even if a weird hotch potch later....who cares.....
Like a fine wine it may take years to apreciate all the best innit... the fruity new elemsnts so scary at first you can hardly bear the bitter taste of the new twigs

Pure French heritage..... not only do they have the best grub, scrubbers..... but invented what if the British hadnt greedily stolen it as their own may have powered the tractors a bit further than the local service stations...gastronomique.... well by our plastic standards....

But..... (but stated like she did, episode la premiere...... sharp and pokey, that but that says us British wimmin, what we fail to be in the SAC...I shall be in business.... and will cum first... no matter how large your Yankee dick)

Anyway less of the frivolity, because no words can ever pretend and I have only one curuiosity in life...am I the only one and I don't believe anyone is special so why?

Only once have I ever said in my life to a famme fatale ..(irrelevant, go be fatal, none of my biz..)
"you have scent [well, smell, being scent heaven sent a bit on the precious side for me...].... special"
I would not lie about the only thing that to my officially not sic mind... there is in life which is real.... actually ...changes you...changes your day....when you get a whiff of that particular so unique ...

But the truth is I have known the same scent of a woman...(delib skit, scary don't read it... dodgy as hell... sucha disapointment his grubby ointment... never mind the ending.... it anthropocentricises the only pure pleasure there is...that only one real aspect.)

Once along time ago.... though never properly enjoyed due technical reasons of...
It all blows up at stage two lift off,
And the most occasional whiff perhaps glimpsed at a supermarket dorway or till....
(but never on a pongy Frenchie)
Until
.... Not only French...but....
And culture, mores, two kids, bleached hair...... all are quite quite paled into the skintype of someone whom despite their clearly mediterannean olive oil coursing through her veins.... rather palid...

Now, life is about time, brutally taking its time....
timing some fool may say even if it is true except the problem is timing [a plus or negative value]+ time settles into the perfect number, whats it called the one the conch shells have integrated into their very being...

There is no timing, there may be times when what is the best can't be ... given the time they need because other stuff rumpifies that the cucuity prioritise...because theyre made that way
But, gliding back through time... half a decade (thats nowt Ive been backk 1 1/2...and I dont lie, and review every draft so fuckin carefully because NOT being you [you have no idea how many people assume we are they, no I am not].....)
I leave the big things slept on many a night and walk in the hills..... thieving or stalking is so good for the grace...

I shall not even link to of course the greatest song Je ne regette rien.... a tad Hitlerian and one must takle care. nevertheless in the shadowplay of the knowing what the hell words wioll ever really be safe and sound....
A very mature aproach to life

Except one little sacrafice.... like an album that you put on and perhaps takes you years to know that you will never find any other on the same aromatique..level...
That she never actually spoke French....

Until, just as your desk is as clear as it could ever be, every tool sharpened not to OCD perfection (never Guardian Soulamtes one of them,  a toolshed should never be overclean... the sharpened machette never over burnished...)... every Pandora's box of tricks spring tightened and oiled... and far far more important Achiles heel cut away ~ no more tenderness.... because the last sinew ...was just a sinew and its snapped....

You are at the point of absolute total zen mindful balance dancing at the singularity laughing at both Shrodingers maybe cats terrified the other may fall off their seesaw seat and cause the other to plumet into the snake pit below....

And in the scuzziest high street ever.... that, just once every decade hint of parfum {sans le E)...
And then ... confirmation....
And then..... confirmation of the "gosh she looks a bit...la belle France..."
And then.....

 But thats all just life, even if you never Dreamed

Work is far more important now you know what pleasure can only ever be...

And never before in the history of this particular ordinary person have such extraordinary measures to become the perfect ...
What..?? hmmm..... no words suffice.....

(code blue above, so if I have no excuse any more not to say if the silly Google tools don't work as usual, highlight in blue, copy paste over to the always superb stolen word 2003 ...
use the detypo system there NOT updated such as it would get ruinedthinking for itself which is the exact antithesis of thought...
you don't think I'm going to bother then repasting it in fuickin ear do you...you've already had far more of my time than you desrve.... aussi...J'ai un rendz~vous ...or should that be une...
rhymes so well with parfume... even though no E if you're going frog....
But then words are nothing compared to..... reality.








sight that hind....

Now, I don't believe in money for art, especially anonymous, as the person is all it is actually about, and if you have something to scrawl well do it in your own name or at least put the apprentices through the real life version of being human and Montaigne....
but
Good job the scrubbers with no sense of irony ~ ehhh obvious irony.... couldn't see the lack of signature
because if they had auctioned it they may have paid for another party of scrubbers ...for life....

The problem with the world, I bet it's far far more YUK than the world.... is that you cannot rub out words, because there are ways that the Smiths will always get around the rules... in which case, only by bringing back in the New Wave ...
lovely tort there....
We are not allowed (essays on this years ago) to suggest that older people are far far more interesting than the "market" because that is all that the under 40s were several decades ago are to be....
And are, all.... (even if the elders have got more to spend) ...
manipulating (not even vaguely adequate a word, even if one of their defaults) younger people into spending a little more here rather than there because to navigate into thrift, a hobby as old as Ceasar ... is too obscured in complexity and false claim.
And of course the definition of a very right wing governmenmt which makes the Libdem line laughable, is that if you cut the traing standards and similar first then you won't ever even get the complaionts in because no one will be able to verify....
Or the doctors of spin otherwise known as Advertising Standards...
Then you have for those lovely Tory Bully club mates the perfect ecosystem of sell even more crap via AJs, ebay, and just about everywhere else (The Wizard, now he is shy.... on film properly at last even if we  the first bit that is far more human, the preamble, cant be shown for reasons of  control, Princesses with beards wont usually lower themselves to the "not surprising they are all so bleak, if almost everything, even yes i agree the puncture repair kits or retermed systems likely by some youthful adcreep.... dont work..."

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

J'ai besoin d'un assistant qui parle Francais....
Le package des inducements inclus la programme: Je promi (oui?, Je ne utiliser pas la Ogle parce'gue la madamoiselee du spelling elle est est la premier example de....... ) Je suis prendera ton soul.... et ce-retourner ...la vie*.... et aussi moins vingt kilos....
(en rose..)
Hahhh....my ...well I was going to say fave....
Cuntry....
(up there in the Pyrenees yes away from all the rest.... looking North
top of the pops today....

I would sue...ECHR whilst you still can.... right to be credited with all the copyright the dreadful thieves across the pond stole....
They say invented no not in YUK.....
But pure seditious French pissed off with the powers for real even if never have the guts to go further than parking the tractors in the highways....

(i deserve...am entitled to.... a holiday..... now all our summer has been to the very last ray soaked up and ....
tbc

So why so fuckin kowtow some 20 odd years ago i did a bit of proper non fawning and no avoiding it all with a bit of taller la pipe .... research.... too enthral to the ponces of la Sorbonne.....
to even publish one Pilger......

Please Theresa can we jave even more really great ideas on how to shut everyone up....cos the various vox pops of Jenkins et Al the last few days have had me too much in stitches to manage to get to any of the publishing work.....
And it sounds like it is going to get so easy to be had up for treason... that everyone elses'll get in on the act too........



..." agghh... lets leave the thieving for another night.....you know it will come good... except good is bad...."
For the princesses....

Be firm......
Probably... that's luv.......
But you'll never glimpse it .... but you can photo it tho....


Cats and ferrets... same place wrong time..... whats the probability you'll end up in gaol.... but then if we ever get back there I'm quite sure the same unscreened from their own faeces...at lunchtime
So against the ECHR.....
will be quite a high probability as we quantum sail off into Norway... except they say oii matey you gotta pay ..lots to land here.....
(can't possibly have up here that old fave... never knew such a load of teens not avvin any of that ear.... In my earworm he was always,,,hmm.... a bit more grown up.....
Such a timeles sense of all there ever is.....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPAEFnVZVOs


meat...yours...... pumelled ... by your self regard....
Into a princess or two



can i remember where left off...hmmm....near ...knee....arr...

lets see if it comes back...a long day of knocking in the last nail.....  

hioppos...oh yes cats,



can't do it MAN ually.....
so there you are you have the clearest desk, ever......
The discs are as if lubricated by baby angel's milk....

And the boggest standard "Windows live picture viewer" never knew what was wrong with pix...that you never had the speed of light to bother with viewing anything in ... other than if you really did have all the time in the world to stare...
It now opens up just by thinking of it, so fast....
And they've nicked the button that lets you turn it around, self......
That's a button of course you need to use quite often under normal circs....
But of course you now have to go into blogger to get it to auto flip around by itself...
There is a heck of a lesson in that, it is called....
The Kurds used to be able to fight their own battles..... until several tribes went and thought they knew better. But that is trite and said elsewhere... my tribe of warrior blogs,
Only deal in new ways of it all....
And if you are going to try and entrap a Tory with dickhead problems..... at least use a real girly as bait...and at least get the real enemy.....
Because Tory hippo stuff is as old hat as their Whigs are smelly......

And I have had....enough

(what a nuke, absolute latest generation, your enemy..... offer him "rustic honour" out of the blue.... "how about we share...."
And I never even needed to tell you about it.....

And then slash his writst with back several years..." I discovered wisdom was making a point of asking the one most revengeful person I could see at my gate..... as all knew.... what he thought about revenge and knew he would give the most uncomfortably not what i wanted to hear answer...."
"Until he didn't.....
"SO I am asking you.... under the same bilateral bloodlust treaty of what should never be.....
"How do you cure, Princessitis.....
"and don't tel;l me you don't know whjat it is.....

And in my world, you only ever do things when there's a ....dual...purpose
It is called why waste ones time on just one parallel universe
Shrodinger's ferret may well....
oops forgot the pic whilst enjoyiong self so as always.....
plus a second of probability I shan't find the way around the back of the screen (fuckoff i know my mechanix....

 hmm looks more arty no flash...just a bit of starlight mixed with his nightlight....on all night of course...
Why he is ill. Which he isnt but......
You have to pay a hell of a lot for him pretending he must be.....

(fabulous discource me and my Tory grandee old lady chum we dealt with it..... bilaterally) 









"aww thank you..."

"For what? [scowl through the wall between my safe space and the hell of the inferno nowt to do with me.... I don't make princesses..]"

Hahh back to a rejoinder earlier, had it not been for it running low on Fuel... I wouldn't have had the truly revelatory moment turning back on radio three...
To (it may well as with all else have so noticeably dummed down and sold out to the crass madness that has infected all their children ...
But at least it can still deliver something real for once

 Ive done the work for you.... the version really does count...

"But these nice puzzles..."
"Don't you ever fuckin listen..... thats your WORK[front few pages] ..there will never ever be any pleasure in those  quarters... because I provide work that is a pleasure as you damn well know...all else is decadence and waste, and there will be no other pleasure ever....I get no one a present ever and be grateful the one you did get last birthday, hot water.... for a nice decadent shower to wash away the last 3 or 4 days sweat.... 
And thats only as it coincided with a holiday..... mine"


 The penn...points backwards, rather sharpened.... because at last 18 mths.... all is complete...all.
And all is finished. Which of course is the beginning



"you stupid?!"

...and to think the only viable green candidate for miles...and miles.

 hahh you can't see it, the byproduct of the only consumption that is not 48 hrs in advance assessed for necessity of breaking the ascetic absolute....
But if you could it may make you [throw]...
thing is all fuel is fuel... that should be added to the burn as you cook....not as after thought (the issue...) 
The Green cannot even get, that failure to think due all the vanity, is the only problem.... emissions are a sinch... without hardly any of the hair shirt I thoroughly enjoy...for the right reasons
If people just re thoughty a little of what until only very recently was standard thought...

That simplified almost to the sharp point of time and her arrow stuck up your bum if my fanatical orders are not now followed ...to the letter

 gosh, clever little thing got it the right way up, too
Oh well binary guess zero or one can't be wrong all the time...

Excerpt of course it didn't.... I had it pointing, from the East....into the West....to represent several things...










"and make sure you note down the chain,,ges!!"

video
"bugger off leave me alone...I've a job to do"
with utmost pleasure, thats what the lessons were on  a year ago......

Now, if I am assassinated as I ride off into the sunset.... the next photo, a level 10, is the one before this irrelevant little vidclip which is actually just to rub your itchy ones in the fact that it no longer takes half an hour to click thru....
to what you want

next photo, times arrow, barbed....

(those changes... endless...deotcom)
one very last little symbolic going away ~ as far away as i can be, job...

("hahh.... time for my tools [of course places like the Wye valley the rustic code of aritragiste honour is ignored and even the farmer's sons steal another man's tools...] ")

bin...fuckin GO!


hahhh.... you see the sublime has an element, that thing off your silly broadband that is even rebranded "Fuel" ...not kiddin
Fuels the real stuff of life as it has become so crap
Even if it is official now, the silly tart did the greatest favour ever (i.e. it must know that i WON...that is called authority.... elders must always win, that is the example they must set, and when they lose have something wise and philosophical to say a bit Churchillian...)

Lousy cleaner (nothing to do with my world( knocks laptop ~ wonderful proof the training hasn''t worked, then you turn it into parable of i should blame it on you especially as you didnt notice i knocked it too....
however god always wins in that no computer fixer in this and next universe would have figured that the not that long ago reformatted and reloaded with win 7 ...
blah blah
would be slowed up by some unknowable malfunction between touchpad and motherboard...
(in my training touchpads are banned ~ ruler smashed down on knuckles [see the bruises!] as mice or yes rats i prefer....are MUCH quicker in the medium term
Ans ALL legal attack or just defence please do assume it will be medium term...
Which means loadsa paperwork.... just processing
Dont ever take it personally

So it is official this machine now faster than your expensive win 8 1/2 .. just because the touchpad somehow broke its neck in a fall...

which isn't quite that sublime....
But what is....
There I am, I am clearing out of a part shared office space.... barking now at last just you will keep it clean...
And this is how we indeed clean!
(they dont teach that any more of course - top to bottom... simple stuff like that no theres some new product that usurps that forever need....
And part of it all (all, Ive come to see is just processing...grief, rumpus, ego, success (harder than failure of course) .. a whole year or more of shared office "fuckin process it.... all always is just to be processed... things to fix.. things that need a lawsuit attached within the 6 year limit...prosecutions to seed... rubbish songs to write and then have rewritten by someone with a spirit..."
And on completeing the very last nail into the wall.... my life trimmed back to just 6 by 40 ...inches
"right!!! if I ever happen to be back in here ...and see anything left in this area here which is for things to be PROCESSED not left....ever... and notice them there longer than 48 hrs.....in the fuckin fire...and that includes stolen smarties.... pure acetic austerity in the clean OCD surface.... "
(a bit of zennish sublime, give up on hairy rockers, "Fuel" is rather like the chipfat they sell to suckers on the way up to Brilley....
splattery....
And no money back if it wrecks your engine.... (doubt that will be included in the revised criminality figures either)

evolution, is just processing, [[weird and ultimately irrelevant,] [unless something happens]] differences....

(though any computor allegory must be avided dawkins really fucks it up there as base pair... lala and he..):
The processor rather breaks down and gets arsey if  diferent programs are stuck in more  than usual


noh.... even the smarter icon is incapable with its simpler processing of the bytes suposedly into my headphones without stop and start....
or is that the clue, which has been far more eruditely described in punctuated theories...
A bit too much goin on and quite a few get stuck.....



evolution.....
In other words lets say i was a normal jobseeker and in a few weeks (I am not) was told no online jobsearch no busmoney you depend on because the food in the suburbs is so dear you have to go to Aldi 15 mile away cos the whole economic system has been rejigged such that the masses can only be because of the existence of 30% lower nutrient sludge at 25% of the nett worth....

But I couldnt really do it at home because the smartphone screen was never practicable for actually doing anything real, no ones got working real computers...and


no...not thinking, i can only think when theres a soundtrack and of course broadband with all that recent Mossad activity on the slow once more ....
You see when a whole generaion havent been instructed in even the finer art of repairing a  puncture .......
(being as cycle capes seem to have been disinvented unless you have access to a mortgage..)

not my ticket, broke free of buses long ago when figured that in truth it's faster now one is fitter than ever at 30...(no KIT! very old bike) .... it is quicker to cycle if within a 15 mile radius

There is one little issue though, like evolution things take a long time... well not true really, creatures just have a random aspect which means they dont die out....
often just chance that way

Loads of enforced changes by their mates dying out they used to live in colony with and only occasionally much
tends to kill them off too.
rate of change, always....

Evolution which may actually be better thought of as...hmmm... thinkiong cap because reterming the big word just like that...tread water
we still have far less of than usual why I'm in such a good mood makes for great dry cycling....
But, not quite there yet even if I have a bit more gumption than IDS such that Ive done the work to actually ascertain what his system will mean in real life....


This isn't imaginary

  it did it again....

bet there's a way to confuse it.... 
Cos I want my contempt to be unbowdlerised thank you very much....

So maybe it really is the moment to go to the next level which it can't fiddle with (thats been on the tabble for over 3 years.....

Anyway silly thing couldn't possibly connect them all..... you see there is a photo or maybe more than one....
Which describes how I am chief buscampaigner in the region....
Fine, so what
But it is that nottiness, when you subcontract the public face into those of a gorgeous young sex~appeal thing looking so sweet and angry, and her mayor....
Get that round and about
And in the rags
Yet the boss of saidco ...

WHo is called and written to about taking the matter forward, only ever communicates with hios local paper a few months later saying (not to those of course he ighnored, the only ones who tried) thanks for the support maintaining services, when we full know he is sat there at his desk stating the exact opposite
who cares if the ticket is up from £5.40 to £6.20 just like that.... or if the late afternoon and great evening buses are gone now... too much trouble for me anyway and never made as much from them as I will if we guarantee full busses by all the ones we now have to kick off the ten to five and six....
And ... well of course I couldnt reply to something saying in public that mybusco is the greatest....cos i knew it wasnt going to be ...true

Capitalism is fine when you are in the decadent times of the 80s and 90s with all that first stage funny money, and a whole busload on the fiddle all that money swilling around as the ordinary person who cant meet mortgage is used for 10k profit overnight as repoman at the bank sells it to his mate for an overnight tenner k...
ut when the middle is a tad squeezed and theres less of all that... 

And your busboss knows his model never really worked....

And the little people on their below inflation benefits squeez... 

Except of course it's all aout the "basket"... Those on their 70 quid which includes back n forth the towns three times a week to get to interviews at the CAB to get their benefits that in certain cases may be actually needed say as alowance to seek the jobs .... or get to now the comoputer to seek the jobs they haven't got at home....
Does take a long time.... when the seeker has to wade through even on IDS's system a load of conjobs ~ actaul fraudsters with their pay 50 quid to apply jobs....
That arent and never were

Now I'm not a wefarist in fact thinking... several decades ago we just never thought of many a year fiddling the disability...
Like just about everyone in poorer Herefs defaults to...and they do

But if you are going to target them all with overnight price increases of rather a lot more than inflation, on their most basic basics....

Well..... I would be very very careful that ...

dot dot




Yes...indiference

Even if I know it's contempt...
Art is at its best no question when ... the artist's quarters have a shelf built so the very very last scraps of paper can be kept well away from actually having to bother to fill in your tax return.....

cos when you aint got nowt then youve all the real clout

Indiference yes is indeed the opposite of love....
But to even contemplate that awful word I would be hypocritical and not retain within the paradise ... that can only be gained never mind regained from aways putting into place your ethos... (big word principles, cut it back to small ones for the ones who can't read...)

Even the help meet (or helpmeet if you stay authenitic) .... or is it other wayround....

Must have as primary manifesto point, to put your project beyond need of projecting ... the daily bile. Its way to be helpmet....





"ready to at last get the tools out........**



here's fuckin America for you... you see they;ve got to fiddle, neurotically of course, because they were never brought up not to be goddam princess

And there's me thinking just maybe I'm going nuts (of late the interesting thing with the glue ~ and why didn't I photo that, can be recreated at about £20....proof one of three is a bit nuts...or maybe it is the seventh dimension fiddling about in the background)

The above picture (all from now on is time non~specific, could be any time the last few years.... its all the same rubbish....
is entitled something like stop moaning about wanting to put your head through the noose... when the action of lugging them up from the Lugg ...is proof you have a plan

to live


So, the day starts, with a bit of a high point not really as in oh my gawdd....so we are going to have months of Americans on my wireless moaning about Ebola....
(after an initial bit of elation, sadly it isn't as fatal as it was oncce supposed)

And then the enemy is heard again, the medical man who and this is the prob I mean great old fashioned simple communication like 





at full volume when in a good mood.... which is pretty much all of DSM is....

The enemy, god he is so deeply burrowed like tapeworm into the upper colon...
"And we are working through policies of giving the patient all possible assitance..... [used to be called he is being treated] ....and then we have the king of all Queenly crap... "symptomology..[sic,vomit,spew the Ebola virii all over his white arse...]" yes...for real.... 
simply 
The (yes I do have Wheen's book when mumbojumbo took over the world but of course Wheen misses the point as do almost all English intelectuals, that by spending all their time dreaming up new terms and tricks they miss the point like the poor chap in the tennessee State...Penn..... getting several up the arse every day against his wishes, because everyone is too busy getting classes in the latest officiospeak....and technique....
to do their job...I mean it really isnt that farfetched that a bit of segregation may work...US rather good at that in the past....)
Lets hope the same may apply to the medicos...


Yes I wondered, did I imagine.... but paradise regained is always having the sublime time, to notice....
No, it ain't me... it's them...as usual

 my folder... raw data...unfiddled with by man or beast...or slaves certainly as theyre so badly brought up, paradise would be just being able to trust one person with your data.... so trebble fuckin backup and burry it in a bottle in tennessee as they'll survive the holocaust with lungs like that....

what big data thief does, of its own fuckin accord..... and I thought I really was imagining...
If its fucked with the rest of this artform I shall be very very angry 



Tuesday, 30 September 2014

But, but... (silly me, I forget not so much the punchline rather the whole ecosystem [I only ever use that word full of spite for those who bring it into their bored rooms when the last 40 years despite the frauds of Friends of The earth ... despite silly me, because of... we've slashed half of it inexorably...]..

I am distracted by you, the reader, there are several profound insights many a day bounced about in the playroom of my in~ferry playden...otherwise termed, mind
That is the whole point: This is indeed the prefect form, because... perhaps it is impossible to put into a phrase, and then we have trite words like "comments" which could be from anyone ..in disguise, but that isn't the point, they are only open because you must never close any door of that nature, there is only open or closed like a pregnancy....
You, I do not know that there is not one disdainfully tracking every link or game listed in the daily schedule... and vibrating with ridicule at my every word and wish and ....

Which takes away from my viewing experience....
And makes me question... what really was this that sat so long inside as some notion of greatness....
How embarassing....
But that is you, you there.... and if you say anything I shall never know because I wouldn't dream of reading a comment...
That's almost the whole point, not of the game.... life is no game...
(but in passing.... how extraordinary, I thought I had heard this Einaudi chappie before.... and there he is almost note perfect..even if his name was Adrian Johnstone then...so if poliakoff picked him, well thats gold seal even iof the music professionals wouldnt answer my entirely innocent question with other than silent contempt...he is on loop, it is perfect, utterly as good as the ghost scene in Tous les Matins...and thats saying everything)
Your imagined disdain, watching a box set from 15 years ago... takes away from the knowing it was special... "but can you find a picture that captures at its moment of creation.... a lie....[words effect very near I shall montage at some later point dont you worry... ]"
I mean what a magnificent perfect thought.....
How beautiful.
Gosh .... what a new business we have in that very reinforcement of what the business is.....
Except isn't.....

And her "but"....

But it is because of disdain that one enjoys every day. It is the subliminal fuel...

hahhh.... "fuck off and go figure how XXX .... [the pile of legal cases that'll never get finished because no one knows the key, that there's just one simple red line on the pregnancy tester ...time... however the time has to be packaged, whether airmail or  in a food parcel into the jail.... time.... time with your children face to face is all..... anyway XXX is fill in later in the loadsa letters legal cases whatever that'll never be finished as no one can see any wood for the magma which has turned it all to lungfulls of tree vapour..."
And good press ~ any press, that causes that to happen is all that matters. Or time.. with some who may be on side in that simplest battle...

 Simply, disdain, is the force that makes you...think.
hahh lots of profound stuff, doesn't matter if no one reads, because all that matters is action, the one action that will turn me off is if anyone ever called me up and said "you are right...."
And the gorgeous paradox is that you can't do that because you've been conned into thinking the other forms are...communication.







DONT LOOK AT HE PIC ~ ITS NO ABOUT ANY OF THEM ~

"As Oswald would say:      
[just a bar, one bar....astonishing how it can repeat into your very DNA...has been hidden in there all these years, as some silly R4 tart may say...]  



".. people disengage particularly when... they feel....guilt.."
And I hope you closed your eyes to hear that line too, because the most damaging of all notions in society, which we don't have any more .. is of course guilt....and fear that people cannot understand. And cannot forgive absolutely everything....

bourgeois

bourgeois, define, and pity.
(it only appears in this line ear as well as title as you can't spell check the post title words and heroic me, in fact just ordinary me wouldn't dream of having troubled the state for benefit payments due fluctuating spelling disease, because thank the gods 25 years back they hadn't been invented, and a few words go through phases of being unspellable to my completely normal mind),

of course, even if with time, (the actual only really interesting thing is how if you stay up after midnight watching the box set freed  by the copyright jugglers, you wake up the following day a tad wasted, which proves the point, almost an experimental business being the clock so set to drift off at 9 and you've no idea how exhilarating it is but then you've all been programmed into knowing the exact opposite), two commas there but as a certain copper once knew, I twist it round here and there because that is life. even iof the last few years I have honed (via  preaching, daily, and we better keep them off the line for the time being as they really do undermine almost everything you know and we don't want to upset the apple cart...yet)
that word bourgeois, that so obviously has spread down to the lower squeezed middle, petit, or haute, doesn't really natter other than it's the haute you really have to pity, because Mr poliakoff perhaps showed what is the most lasting, seductive, thrilling, simply mesmerising aspect of humanity, over three hours which aren't as thrilling as you remember them, but that doesn't matter because by dint of stripping out all the distraction of .. the rest that may or may not be that entertaining, you simply cannot strip out what is absolutely so simply the one force which the poor bourgeoisie by definition cannot enjoy, that simple sexier than everything notion, theme, maybe foundation of bothering to live...someone about ten years ago said to me you have all the magic ingredients, movement, ehh travel, ehh... I forget ...
But he omitted the only ingredient which really is a thrill, that the spirit, whatever that is, that what we have become, can, under certain circs, change.....  
But we're talking real deep fundamental change... change ~ propelled towards that gatepost left in the middle of the field all else rotted away, hurtling into it.... but somehow the hand catches hold and even if your fingers end up full of splinters...
You are by centrifugal force catapulted back into volte face... hair tussled, no not dramatic enough somehow the sweat has caused the hairdye to run...(made in Poland) ...
Yes your face is reearthed  into that of  of the valleys of hurt.....
But it is the beginning of what you never may be.


Of course, perhaps that truly seductive ingredient

Or is ingredient too inadequate a word, there is sustenance via ingredients, (ahh poor Tories and all you ever care about, bit of a dip in the values...)
That swath of ...
There are really no words: money is almost as artificial as the ingredients that have been palliative to the true squeezed middle, decades, a lifetime nearly of real wages and real prices rejoining each other in community of something or other whereby every penny of diference is squeezed ... only possible by dint of scooping out much of the goodness in the ingredients. Goodness costs.

Wealth is as imaginary as the bourgeois remaining above change. (not profound, not much is) But does one get sent to extremistan (c The Swanman I only rarely use other folks words) for being aware that if I were 35 I am quite sure then knowing what 35 year olds know that you still have years to function in the big game, and that legions of other gamers and their (the moment the world changed) Nordic sticks costing so much to look a dick, but those above timsecale are on a far larger slice of the imaginary fruitcake that you're lead to know is all there is really to the game...
They're going to grab it back one way or other.

None of which is interesting but I wouldn't much fancy being one of those in their inevitable sights, because it's so so boring having to ~ presuming one has to, grip tight every last patch of expensive curtain material as it is sized up by the next generation of re tailors.

So what is bourgeois, that word so easy to band about. We know inside it isn't really that brilliant even if it often seems, especially with their pricey gear ssss Jenni....






Monday, 29 September 2014

Oh yes part two....
(now the great thing about blogger stats ie the page that says reader numbers...you simply cannot believe anything: do not let for one moment the steadily rising steep mountain that says 4000 this month or something like that...could all be bots...you just dont know... could I even be bothered to put up a photo of you for you....no chance.
hahh just settling down (what was that i heard the other day something vaguely intelligent on the analogue ways...yes its coming back... a musician maybe... something about just a simple tape player yes no coming back  afucking YANK Bryan Adams talking about how he only ever had a good old fashioned typewriter out ... all digital just disturbs (not in the way the silly ones who are allergic to it a recent fad state) ... no the notion that...
No something like.... well yes we all know about the distractions unless like me you never ever go off page....
No point reading my email just loveletters J and I (shall I send him a  provocative selfie not that i know where that button is)... nowt else...
Nor any point reading the various other email accounts...
VERY well cloaked in autonomy

far more real life, yes as Brian said so well as did these brace of blogs some long long ago... it is that pacing around the room, or shed, or awning (the latter just works better, promise, especially if it is placed on the front line... there is something about the edge that of course causes limnal real digging the trenches...
looking for gold

 You potter about with no buzzing, no need to look at anything else in fact its better of you know all interactions are bleak....
(only look for good results from yer press, actions..all else is just distraction )
And the ideas and imagination just lives its own life

But there are more real earthy matters. The creaking rabble of Green riders... not their bikes of course they're all new.....cept for a couple of  less showroom versions...

cannot see what is before their eyes, perhaps its the liverspots
So busy bragging about who joined the Ecology party before their first wank even
None can see, that, they (it can only be them, I mean its what they joined for) ... have abjectly failed to foster an organisation, party, call it what you want, to me Britain far far more than any other society or tribe is just a load of clubs. And how they like their AGMS... even if there is nothing in the annus to ever report on except who paid the insurance...

But they cannot see, there is no one else joining their merry band, in the age band which they spend all day bragging on they came in ....
Nor any subsequent bands....
In other words, they failed.

And perhaps in some ways must be part of the problem their very old selves
Which is a big complex issue.... unless you have a lovely series of all sorts of stuff ... On how almost every older generation public official for miles, has almost pleaded that in accordance with their manifested aims they wish to recruit and encourage younger people to be part...
Then do the very opposite than that required to see the younger people are part...

just remember (should be in q marks really but you too...) things are rarely as they are by accident...law may be random but local scenarios... are usually the way they are because the older generations want them the way they are... cos it takes time to get them to be the way they are

(If I am politically assassinated any time soon, just a quickie from drafts many a time in the sewerage channel thats become, rather blocked up too.... Why does no one say, espesh if Shakey so many of them still harp on ab out just about overdoses on the theme..of younger generations tricking, generally manipulating, often bumping off...their elders for the cash and castle and lands...
Why does no one say (just as no one says and I knew a few ..by accident.... that EVERY single person who gets in the so called public eye had a very very clear choice on day 1 of something maybe interesting... people knew.... once you peek above the parapet...someone'll be there to stick their fingers up yer noze sooner or later... cos thats the deal....)
why do no Analysis programmes or anything else vaguely sane ever bring up the undoubted fact that grandees, and all associated got~lucky~housebuying
cyclewise, or maybe the odd few that earned their million or so...

That the time of passing on the reins, company directors, chairmen ~ and many household names are still private cos, farms... big agra farms...
has far far increased beyond anything we have ever known in all of human history
Not because of supposed sudden boom in longevity which lewontin spoke of two decades and a bit ago as largely fallacy, indeed definitely was then.
But because of other things just as dubious if you really do think about them.....
law.... I mean, anyone of late that has anything to do with it knows that the gulf between the Press releases of the organ
And the actualitee are ...
Well lets just say that things which ten years ago you'd get a jolly automatic slapped across your ear...
These days theyre left topless sunbathing forever if they want....
Without any "official" change in policy....
All many thousands that is  this journalist has uncovered......

But it really is interesting if you think about it..... all those old folks poor things who must be Rupert for so so long....I am not sure even if it serves me not so well and my life has really rather suffered from bad timing...especially love...
even if helpmeet is much much better............
And dad is even better

I very much doubt that younger generations will not figure this little blip, sooner or later....


(course it can't...know helpmeet a fine word, or blog, or blogger or even the highly popular these days selfie....I hope they update the roadworks ongoing a bit quicker than the fuckin words ....all my many readers wont someone email me to remember to go back and spell check now shes back and I cant be bothered too late ... buit then you are all only ghosts really and ghosts cant ever do anything useful can they...or be part of anything...how I pity you....)






(live off the wires though I shall give a little away, I fight my own size...as in rather a lot of last year videod chatting with yanks ~ visitirs..one would think have a brain.... adroit travelled worldly all that stuff that doesnt apply to Yanks who read the books on how to be just that
"so what do you think of the Basque question...."
"like ehh having just given you the 5 min potted history of their surfing the wave of economic readjustment just a tad... better than all the rest..."
No they cannot say the word...
Nor of course just like every Green politician who are preaching the policies (if i wasnt a lazy hypocrite yes i would bid to take over... real socilist policied need real men bellowing them out...not those whom cant even label their own words under the correct heading....for fear of the Pinikerties and mail...
Michael Pollen food writer having just eulogised on exactly it, to great female interviewer whom wouldnt know how even to spell it so busy fluttering her eyelashes when its her job to fuckin baste im......
...cannot of course bring himself to spit out the aftertaste of what it is he eulogises upon...Socialism.... nay stirr fried in a nice friccassee of wholesome communism soup....
wow...at last.....
been internet stalking it loads and loads....
never yet glimpsed
even if some jerkoff cant file it under the genius and beauty of Poliakoff
Now it's time for winter in the woodshed
...goodbye
something far better to do
And i never pay for nowt.... all art should be state sponsored as if it's any good it's state inspired...
And only the pure artist can perceive it all out of the nasties which are not just necessary theyre vitamin to the vitriol....
theyre protein to the prose
theyre suplement....to the sedition
Always have been always will..... nothing good can ever come from haute bourgeoisie living and ... only good is living

Emilia Fox - Shooting the Past Episode 1

The Time Lords.... (subtitle ... lost in space

 p1 of 3

p 3 of 3

Nice "James" trying to waste my time just cos he cant manage to take a short phrase out of my initial email...or maybe he is in on the game too...being there is a fascinating new dimension that has opened up in short seems they now stream most reports on children taken abroad by very dodgy mums, not that you'd see that from their facebook,  on UK public cash..on very long foreign hols in cheap places in the sun... 
added in. 
Ohh it would be such fun.

the enemy, doesn't even demand capitalising, just tyhe gentle boiling away in a simmering pan upon the woodburner ... of a dish called any attempt to keep it all together, and the BeeBC wasting billions on legal opinion on which of the legion of law no one else can figure and even lord laws himself said chuck away much of it (or some other who doesnt deserve to be named, retiree...)  

If you think that you would be safe in the clutches of The Law when it can't even manage to factcheck which year it may have to hit the tardis levers back to..report.....
You are fool.

 And why bother.... only if you have reached that lovely age where it doesnt really matter.... hence just the right age to actually make it matter
When all other my age are wasting everyone elses time with endless next building.... and decorating

it is sad though when as one does and I do a lot, in the aisles of COOP (better investigative journalism: the contracts have been rejigged so that say a 35hr a week contract is laid out 3 days 7 hrs shifts, 1 of 6 and one of 8... you only get a lunch hour if more than 7.... when they used to be nice, otherise known as in keeping with progressive employment law.... as it was intended...
and by default generally givem a lunchhour just out of being human...no more
You think that will last..... without trouble...you fool.
When you meet even him in the aisles and all he cares about (being offered local CC possibility...
".. I need to know local elderly artists... theyve generally inherited a little pot
they can spend on my interior design services
"And they do... my lovely Herefordshire homespun beard charm... [couldnt give a shit about big ag never mind the buisses going up 20%....]"
Anyway where were we til that unscheduled rain came along and sent one off scampering away....
yes, apart from the fact that really....really i mean really.... when will people ever learn, or even just settle down with a nice folksong and peruse....
Which isn't the tone we want to set, because the energy, movement, all that stuff which we know all acts of literary entertainment almost require as part of it... at least this one is real...
That even the act of blocking one, if one has achieved master zen status, even if there'll never be any certificates or  shall ever be alowed into any Buddhist temple....
All fights are understood, and somehow there is a force ~ that which makes one think, when people act against what one would hope.... of them.
It is like the librarian, who's job above all apart from keeping her fat gob shut in a small space...hahh did I really read a few weeks back the copshop is to be moved in there with her too....I mean, ligterary perusal, quietly plodding their shortened aisles....I do believe that the q word is the key word...but no, get her in your sights and you get a banning letter....
Which simply goes into the proof of concept box. It is big.
(please do believe things of beauty and real joy to come...)

Indeed it isnt til you get a footstamping where you know in that parrallel sane universe where people knew their actual place in it... you are brought back to the living the purpose...

FF back to runnin up that hill (vomit and she dont get straight brax theyre for real people)

The imaginary Greens .. all posing or just boring you to death with their "now I have these extra gears at £99 a chainlink.... I can zoom up without getting off....
"But why exactly do you wish to avoid what I consider part of it. the pleasure of pushing the bicycle quietly up the odd hill ~punctuates the thing... an enforced few minutes of wandering .... prey tell why do you need not to have that in your life? ehh...ain't it all a bit exactly why we're riding up this fuckin hill in the first place... ehh that endless need for better stuff....when this load of rusty stuff under my arse same as it was 100 years back does almost exactly the same job with added bonus of extra little bits you get to scratch your arse got all ticht from the saddle"

(we shant mention the 100 poems all day to the hundred quid rebeka saddle ~ WE SHALL COME BACK TO THIS LATER MIND...)
ACC CAP

And then there is the little old fella..... 76, and doesnt look a day over 56... true
Simply by dint of his last 30 years even if he can afford several; dumping the motor...
Great so far,
tbc




BBC wrong as usual.... my whole goddam plan screwed never mind will have to listen to more moaning, oh yes that reminds me, parklife (please, no, i didnt write that, i so rarely glance at a paper indeed generally just for cover sat in my cafe aside the road, and always turn off at the arts show... couldnt get there fast enough

poor DLT taint over til its over...and you can watch the documentary years on from the confort of your cave.... and dont trust the law..yers
 
to hear them dreadful fat middle aged lot bouncing around and splashing photos in the Gorniad making em look like young rockstarts still even if theres one person more guaranteed than any to makle me feel like getting my anti~heritage machine gun out...blur...


Even if we are in the warmest driest September for many a year I can recall, it was forecasty to be dry all day and you will be glad to hear that my very dry sticks are stacked all around and about ..now wet.
But what a curious year. father nature woke up far earlier than normal after almost no frost and Portuguese march.... and has it's longest growing season surely for many many years that combining with this...
But it feels so still. Surely there are extra generations that wouldn't normally exist... unscheduled growths. At last he has a chance to get a bit off ground back... but obe cannot perceive any of it ...yet.
Hmm... and then some arsehole comes along and states proof of climate change.....
No
 Global warming is certain. Global warming at higher than some "background" fluctuation also near certain.
How it will affect weather in particular regions as certain as how much "good" antibiotics do given to littleuns by child abusers

All that is certain, and serious, very, is that there is a great big almost unimafginable community. There is no nature red in tooth and claw thats just some silly vioctorian melodramatisation of bits of it; most of nature, is, because of other creatures, that are. And would not be, if they aren't also.

And it changes, but "it" is used to changing at rather caterpilar rates, up the rate.... many systems may have trouble rebalancing. Crash.

Pollutants ~ the traditional,  cause probably more rate of changeiness prblem than all else.  
You cannot really call Co2 or methane etc polutants as they occurred from time imemoriam... but their rate of change ...  thats the prob.

So perhaps after all it all just comes back to, that weirdest stuff.... but of course we have it all sussed dont we...
Even if every single adult Ive played with pretending to care for yonks by absolute default poor them what a life if full of ..dot dot...
none have any...

of that stuff thats all its ever rteally about.....time.

(no spwell check today, so obvious wonky bitys like iot - work it out self what key is next to which other....




good Karma

(you neither need to listen to Beyond Belief in the background quietly nor buy any rediculous £9.99 ebook of the hardback)
is... your slaves don'ty react to the daily whippings (actually only rarely just being in their presence is such a bore nowadays I freecycle as far off as poss as long as poss... so having been delivered as if manna from heaven the chief keeper of the parables is so incapable of noticing anything, like your laptop in the way, knocks the parable machhine over..smash bang... then doesnt notice that you do it self 5 min later...   so didnt need to fess up to ones own failures rather use its as LESSON FOR THE DAY...
that becomes the lesson, that one should always confess all or it#ll fuckin come round and tug at your drainpipes sooner or later
And thus god devilvers unto so righteous thee..(me) ... a rat that doesnt work any more (name for squeeker, internal joke) ... despite it having perhaps a far superior imune system than mere us

And by not even being present on the mother bored any more... the rest of the beast now at last flies as if the wicked witch of the seventh dimension was indeed  blowin uparse with all the steam of ten burning planets

or just of course as everything is a bit of an amusing coincidence

King james!! my hero...how forward too....!!

Sent: Monday, September 29, 2014 4:36 PM
Subject: RE: Submission to the House of Lords Extradition Committee
 
Dear Mr Clayton,

Thank you for your response. I do understand your point but having submissions that are clearly produced directly for the Committee ensures that no issues arise on publication and there is no room for confusion about whether Parliamentary privilege applies to the submission.

Kind regards,

James


***

(only looking at email so often as some silly creep owes me cash.... 
(on Horizon, never mind all other goddam attempts at popularising science and thought..it is this endless sneaky little whisp of smoke .. the fire, hidden in the depths of what you all really know... that human imunity is best [ advanced, of course ours will be better than say a ferret]  ... and that it developed ... that wonderfully complex clever factory farm of the good antibodies, then some nasty bugs decided we were cosy little hobbit holes to live in much of the time so "it" was changed...by "them"...yet again so interlectually anthropocrazy.... there is no one and other even, really.... all tghese plethora of things going on developed in tandem.... father nature is change, a constant dance of unplanned tangent... but at a relatively to our timespans slowish pace... ... All just IS... far more complicated than we will maybe ever know but there is no discernable process.... certainly that we will ever know for sure it all being so so long ago....and there are no records of maybe  aplethora of other beasts that have been part of the community at some stage and for some entirely natural reason no longer even live...anywhere)
the tempo...is that song...and if you haven't had it on several times since it was advertised here oh yes the best quality one has a pic of an old couple and only 113 views...
Though the sublime says, that, with a very cheap old pair of speakers.... almost no furniture just a desk and old sofa loadsa shaggins been done on over the drunken years...so they say....
small hole (office not hobbit hole.... no one ever sees my hole) ...
cool stone floor...
The acoustics are truly astonishing....
However that may be a bit mor eof that imagination factor.... one m,ay emphasise, but indeed it is not imaginary.... even if days gone yore (not really) sounds even finer with the sublime in all her authoratitive glory ...
being
it winds its way round.....
perfectly balanced perfectly I dunno its just a tune but
If you havent had several frissons well..... I shall sell you my listening spot....
the slave quarters
[vomit]
Anyway if it doesnt do anything for you yoo have always been in the wrong blog go read some fuckin artificial thing about doin yoga whilst at the stove cooking raw food
Because those people are evil..... and so are clearly as my window was peered from by some poor young boy master~whipped and shivvering both withy cold and fear, some day gone yore,

are you.



Anyway, tone, theme tunes...pace.... energy always, don't look back, no off switch, but gently... however in that very thing, just sit'ntype.... there is change. For the age where not only has Pinikertitis spread so has far too much thinking, prepapration...
And notion abnove all that change comes from planning a mission with military precision through the counsellors and their rubbish and books that litter your society...
No, 'tis the very opposite even if it is truly astonioshing the amount of folk who know that we've built and designed with Aristotle and Plato as foundation way way beyond anything they couild ever I Have a Dream of
But it is astonishing the amount of people who know that human behavioour i.e. beings don't change....
(park post earlier back onto the bnoring subject of all tghose saddos I know because I was destined to be one even if 25 years ago ... realised they were wrong.....
we can never have a drinky/ and all that other stuff...again because it will be five....
No.... me I have two and would never for a moment dream I shall be bothered to treat self to another two for months if not years....
But other change is far more interesting..... ten years ago or was it more? I put a first blog up there before the days of redaer stats.... no idea if anyone even found it.... a poem to a Lord it began, but.... was a serious and brave heckle.
Except as with every other piece of paper ive evber processed in my life.... days and days.... thinking, rethinking the draft
drafting a thoughtful
and
Then came something you don't want
times two

And before you know and can say Teddy the Troll....
There you are
there's a diferent you
that maybe is the real you
Except there's no such thing
We just go...with the flow
If you are lucky enough I guess not to cross too far over that red one
that line between the lines that ebb and flow
limits of the tidal reach
the out and in

hahh lost it, theres a fuckin line.

All I know is not only was I right acording to our Lordly speaker this morn so pathetic can't be bothered to look up, Pinker was wrong... but no one has managed the treal critique in that it's the latency thats perhaps more germane
I know that whereas five years ago some of those whom I encountered warring over children (cash) access (WTC cash) and behaviour and cash would often be able to internalise peace is possible eventually. Now no one can "But my ex is the worst of all of them" "yes but everyone says that so like the one true religion hypothesis it's just as flawed" no response other than contempt usually via booking one for loads more time then never paying up....

Except I have  atake. Indeed several, Soon all will be revealed.

"There are two Stephen Pinker's"

Now, imaginary, that is...well it is like this, our sanitised youth ~ from birth their biota attacked by frenzied fiddlers with their pills, far far worse death and leprosy~for~life rates than any civil war... aren't taught, just listen to a few of these speeches, and take in just one smallest notion from them perhaps... (the only enemy I have is the dreadful Green ~ capital G, no name too young to mature out of her inorance yet,... "I hate him.."... ehh.... oratory even if wrong is poetry of just taking one word and making it live.."dream" and who whould have imagined "imaginary" only a real man could do that! ...(every other word I've been inspired in real the last week is "imaginary" ... hunger/period/misery/ehh too tired to think of some funnier ones like ability to write.

We are not doing a deconstruction of today's Start the Week unless of course all ones imaginary allies fail to keep up with their absurdist artistic response.
In an imagined converstaion (a real actual imagined one) hahhh one question, do you really just open the lid and type without any preparation whatsoever?
we shall leave off the quotations as conversations that can never be don't get reifeid by dint
No, not quite true, I sit in the park, or wander alongside my not~very~posh pushbike up the hills and have whole new pages and pages planned, much better, then sit at the keys and go off on a tandem with no idea of what to say next but just say what's next no without a moment of thought.
Claim nothing, no claims can ever be verified.
But far more important know that you can never really know even the tone because it is only the moment at the keyboard that is anything, and unlike the dreadful bourgeoisie pretenders who may for instance draw an afternoon glass off the barrel of Bonzeau... and decide they have earned a moment of melodrama for show hoping someone down the corridor may be curious, back to some old folk song, shoes kicked off as they sip...
Like siesta, and food, and especially walks.... some days using a quiet old folksong to power you along... is part, certainly. the pace


My enemy is say one was on a Green bicycle gathering a few weeks ago... (refusing the neon, thank you) A load of octagenarians, all "I was one of the founder members of The Ecology Party back then don't you know.." Cannot for a moment even glimpse two rather obvious matters:
1. There we are meandering down dale and up some steepish hills, every single one, at some point of the afternoon, me in an uncommonly socialble mood so chatting to most: "This thing, [generally £499 from Halfords, and up]... I found when I got older that I could have it adjusted [at £199 more

or it's like this:
(live so level 3 or below only, gosh it's so dark in this woodshed I can't see the keys)
 even if there's something in here very very special, not telling!
Old lilo~ in fact sums it all up, in fact some near 50 year old model, (being clear, item, as in this exact one has existed 50 odd years) that has seen its fair share of relatively expensive Mediterannean holidays on the back of some pretence at humanitarian work... upcycled [deliberately put that word in that all summer Ive been going round spitting at the signage] good old fashioned word, used nowadays as it is the perfect old fashioned weight for when the unpredicted shower comes along and sendsone inside...

As it just has, to give the whole thing the pace....  because I only have the possibility of the outdoors as god
Curious that, router installed in woodshed ~ I wish not to have any human contact, Spellchecker doesnt like my proximity to her.... 
so all the weird transpositions will show

hange... (i.e. c you really do have to slam/jab, good job i noticed that little failure i don't normally look