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Thursday, 17 April 2014

cont....
that means half-a-one .... back to the last post before this.....moron.

video
( 5 levels, + even if utterly in the moment randomness)


cont.....
silly me, picture the scene:
tro be cont.....




"new post"


Now I need you.....

subtitle: silly "joy" got it in the neck too...(i believe) .... Africans do carry machetes afterall.

'switch that switch luv ....["how dare you call me that every other word, creep, nastiest creeper, and turn it into an artform"] ...you know it is time....'

Maybe it is just the trailer, if it wasn't for fucking Saver...Primus, who were going to get the only real advert for their no nonsense bundle..... which like all else entropises into a dark click, series of, that's all 'll be left of you all as the uni expands into the cold forever....which after a good start, ignoring failure to communicate, means nothing can be done much with the machine fast becoming Microsoft's robot, more updates than dates it works reasonable speed......so don't have the time left to record it: would if I could,  maybe it was just hearing the new trailer....
made me laugh. On the "news"
Being they are back.... tomorrow..... wonder what they will have to say about Vlad?
Now Now....
show us
but they will not of course, despite that moment, there is only one, where it gets so much.... that their turntable is on overdrive and what is only describing magic... the only magic there is...satirical uberresponse....
will be perfect in the paradox you cannot ever truly bring out...
I know you want it, will they be able to describe that too.... nahhh......some moments, the day beforeWW3 pokes it's Rodd into your fat arse despite you beautiful swan..... is of course Taleb's moment of purest triumph...... and all of paradox is present in the 100 odd for him as genius who brought love back into the words when no one else could....., 100 against as height of conceit

If Vladimir has been reading what I have of late, on Christianity ..... he would push that button. Cos it's as bad as his commie fathers had it down in the first place.....me, my cure: take the p..... but never deny that one aspect may be right

The scene (now): (And this has never been any fey attempt at creative writing..... even if it may be a course on what it is because you cannot plan the spirit, what it is; nor any simple performance piece electrical fields in several machines, eyeballs one extremity, fingers this extremity, just naughtssss Jenny ane ones our connection...... because there is a third, always has been, indeed maybe there is something of the quantum madness of only existing in being "observed" no one knowing if the unobserved even exists~ the maths doesn't go there.....
perhaps the mortal must pretend that there is a divine observer, but you gotta mean it! And be brave enough to mean it too, you don't know what it is "for".....good or bad, nor ever will..... it just is...
the doubleslitted gateway (couple of thou quid...hahh those were the days, i would never want back, now i know....) into the place where all the maths fails to even ask the question that cannot be imaginable...yet.
To think....... on arrival at this Pagan Place...last year... there she was....only to be seen the once, by me.
Fuck that's the definition of PEACE if ever there was one.....
Peace...... of course, even if discovered some time back, 't's .... well 't's like this being yourself is not enough...in terms of words....
Peace, it isn't as the lady in the charity shop this fair morn heckles [Heckles that's what we'll call it.... cos you get the second best in that one.... the best one day maybe I'll yell your way..... digits...that's all you are, lost to the noughts and not even ones....just halves....]
Peace....
is like it all, almost all....the sum of horrid pradox, big ones....
No it does not come from just "doing your best" ... and yes they'll fuck you for it, even your totally committed coworker....
perrrrrrraps.[whispered so softly]....Virginie
All, almost...is brutalest paradox.
Anyone, especially those lucky enough to have pacifist mores, in their footballer's gut.... true pacifist...
[hahhh nearly lost it, the juggled xxxs.... no, the extrordinary plethora of birdsong at the cave door doesn't help, Ecclesiastically that time, the last month revelled in.... hell it's extraordinary here..... is over, don't need it now..... don't need you.....it's come back]
needs to discover maybe will discover, the equation, even if ego is the problem, let the ego explode as if the moment of creation itself: singularity, then inflation ...{if you believe it's record low, when 10 years hence in the pockets left the next Monbiot gets to the nub of the almost pure maths of the last few years of a gov fiddling the numbers as if they were Flowers' PR agents ...and that several billlion in cash lost on the deal ...sss Jenny.... were to be denied to oblivion along with the fact COOP charges LESS for staples in Hay-on-Wye than in far far poorer outlying towns [fact, the proper investigative journey done on it all... fairtrade cof 1.69 still in the valley of Tibetan pix valued at several grand in the new shopwindow.... 1.79 my COOP.... ] ...because [it can only be] they have worked out in Scumtown [well known as, and that is the ones whom aren't interbred] folks have less access to wheels....unless its a motability scooter that litter the pavements....
so will not travel for cheaper deals....so squeeze the [us] fuckers.... ethical bank/organisation.....if Monbiot+ wont have much trouble eventually figuring the era of the ultimate cookery show... on coke.... the books on the verge of spontaneous combustion its so daft...}
Anyway where was I?..... paradox:
An ego let loose to superinflate ['twill be fun when the real levels are fed back in to the interest rates on all those new mortgages at 10% on what they were a year ago if bought a year ago....despite the ecobrains 10 years ago begining to say that a society based on one's own castle..... ticks all the boxes, in that, worst of all... ],  multiplied by [or is it to the square root of ] allowing all the "rules" of pleasantness esp in public....esp those that are just the fearsign..... to be cast aside.... i.e. the opposite of how one would wish to be seen....
superego put through the nebuliser could Nebulise for ever and asthma is still a condition in part of the spirit.... let loose x/or somethingelse .... the ultimate in what one doesnt really want to be.....
paradoxically
=peace
indeed counterintuitively....but then "intuitively" is a really rather stupid cultural construct even Twatter would have trouble  getting viral....
esp that the, never forget, really stupid antihuman cos socialism is more human than their inability to even incorporate the word...even a reasonably sane one not on drugs)

Silly me, why bother, all there is is...picture the scene: Middle aged man, never been fitter, or in most ways healthier..... first winter in years no leprosy!?*!...who knows why, no one.... =peace.... that should be in brackets but run out of them,

....    


















Thursday, 10 April 2014

My hill.....

 my view



 and many many an hour sat mystyle....


My home in the hills has been rumbled.......

Of which I am more than glad, as it is a fine place to share........

But you won't find my other place, most peaceful waterworld I have ever known.  

Home calls. 'twill be greener now than two weeks ago and two days...gosh doesn't time fly 



Tuesday, 25 March 2014

revenge, forgive the past.....

.... hahhh ...nothing like proof, though...... poetically a~justice on the self...via being near killed by a nurse..... Welsh one.... (official, on tape....evidence.... wanna make a million, sell headcams to the Welsh....they're sure gonna need them...for years and years to come).
hahhh little Miss Bag
of surprises....
Thomas.....
Imitator. Voice.

best of all, 25%... crap... a great book should still be at least 37% crap.....

........

so, Thomas........ that's all that matters (never mind 1%....o.       )

Sunday, 23 March 2014

' watch...... in a moment.... something I have been wanting to do for months...... ["blah blah " various bad guesses] .... nearly, any moment...... here, observe: ........ shut the door'


Saturday, 22 March 2014

then complexities of giving and receiving...gifts
but it is the recycling which is who we are.......
hahhh... forgot the punchy one....
but.....
there is the moment: "she should never show her teeth"... her tongue should....[paraph=]stay, still,  in gob....
just as I would wish....

Hardy would be singing and dancing a whole book in aisles......just in that one moment. ...really really not called for.

gosh I am looking forward to the next ride.....down to Lower Paradise inabit..... I know how to spell satisfaction


hahhh of course! James Oliver..... of course the ref would be  a bit wonky...err go...

hahh... comma, balance... never mind signs.[in itsy bitsy talics]...

balanced upon a ^ (hahh what's the opposite of superscript? underscript? ....)
and she has nearly finished it......one sitting, it, too...cripes....
I guess that balances out the absolute fucking rebellion.... not even the animals seen to. ...as per fucking orders....religious ones too as she well well does understand...something.  

Golly this year to come is only going to be rather nice..... which shall not in any way be referred to here. Ever.

...of course, (a yesterday snap) .... she wouldn't need this sign
points to me and mine....
him just two days old .... and di'n't need any state help....

 the public, welcome.... should you know where...

And it truly is the most wonderful place to live.... any walk in the grounds you feel as if suspended above the rest...'tis magic... 
never mind the rest









over the nanas**, too.....

simply magnificent. I need to think, well that isn't true because I am beyond the need to think ~ the happiness being me....  the thing is, I do ...addendum, they (and one of them is very very special, someone will make a small fortune ourt of, addendum: with her... some interesting picture of her, say, flying through the woodland, like she does, yetis have nothing on her.... the simple fact is she is the real thing, of the future...
..... she needs an interesting woman (there was only ever one, in truth)   .... been on the lookout for her yonx....
she needs someone who: pretends she is even more brutal than her..... only a 45 to, say, 50something, but not much more... thief...of the hairy one; the hardest bitch this side of the Milstone (one l, i recall...) around my neck..... ; I don't recognise  the term artist....

She needs her only true rival.....

who may just be stupid enough to think she can steal.... a second of my time working out.... or even talking with...
The only time I have, is for laughter.... at the smallboned scamper like a mouse up towards us chuckling at the door....never knew he would be THAT bad.....
she would laugh with me.....
That I do know...

** £1.08 the highstreet place...I saw...waited.... down to the otherplace~ far cheaper rates being not kerbside.. £1.15....
waited, the obvious test ...via the well trod circuit....

there are silly pictures of people horizontal, and there is something much more guaranteed to pile up mountains of cash..... and neither I or the subject wish any of it....


I think ...hmmm..... Oxford, 18.30..today....but only for the shortest time, about a half, will I wait.... no woman is worth it. Especially the one who I could never trust..... that is the whole point.  
Because there is one who knows that she doesn't have to ever be trusted. Because she has it....that magic it..... Queen of the town, should be jobshare...... never mind we need some brutal driven bitches, real ones..... because theres a great pot of gold..just down the road......should be mined...for the RIGHT reasons..
Because authenticity isn't far from being back in fashion... the pendulum can only swing in two directions.

So sad when any human being wanders the aisles ... eyes not meeting when they may....  we are all only flickers of MissUnderstanding and a failure to enjoy the smallest things of all.

*^*^*

(that's really artfully the end ~ you don't get silly~arse graphics in this writing........  not because of intermarket stalking, but because of far far more fun things.... real things..... impossible things..... impossible endings....someone else's beginings....  
what a journey....what a bit of life...real life, a dayback...'all I've been wanting to do for weeks, months..... I shall show you...here [ear grabbed, violating all the rules] .... god I shall be happy in a way no Tory can measure....my wellbeing is off the meter...the wellness overfloweth..... watch.....me......shut these......doors..'

no horses changed in midstream here.....ever.
All that matters is the like everything flawed binoculars    see     noticed   revisit dear Ed   everything.
fuck me..... Ogle, don't you just hate her...... but when she spits that out at you...... must save before the copyright thieves...thieve it back.


I had to tell you babe....you were armed..... with all you need.....

fucking victims.....
even Helena Kennedy QC...can see.

when real men were real men ....

hahh hahh fuckers, Dead.... see nothing.....
I see..... (soundtrack Sammy..... I can't tell you, but....)

'so, is it readable...?'
[expecting the usual hanging tree nonsense...]
'very'
No.......dots.

Time to be incognito.
Do the very very opposite. Always. when you've gone the very most opposite.

when real men were real men......


hahhhh.....so, the question, I know the answer......can she...help? (soundtrack = Alessia ..... she won't, sadly)
that was a big...leapfrog.
nearly..... son of Simon
says....


Saturday, 15 March 2014

home.....

And there is nothing more fun, than to the greenwash Queen (never to be named, because even if absolute archetype, known of years ...and yee arrss...[you don't know what the theme tune is...on earworm, hahhh..] I wandered on to the only place for miles where you will at least find some humanity, being the place, being of course the county town that is by far the  home of the weird, alcy, disposessed, junky, convicted....poor.... who are quite able to utterly slag to bits, name the names frauds on 100k.. the doctors up the road, via their facebooks ~ and that is just the elderly, talking, about their recent hobies, in the shop... ) .....


'Dear Queenie..... oh yes I know Benham too.......fucking thief, years and years....  I watched him, get bit by bit slightly more professional at producing his signs.... [concurrent with 2 years ago as was said by all harassing a new market stall owner, his democratically positioned opposition.. bombarding  online anyone he could with lies about them to try ang get them shut down...~two witnesses~.. within such is something of an ironic little ...joke.... I can dine out on for decades...] .... years he advertised his grantfunded credentials...the way those thieves do [just like all your mates] ... disalowing dissent by "your energy is so so bad   " ....just like all your mates.... as his venue isn't even open when promulgated, that the kids may visit...as promulgated, the kids so disappointed to find it was all just ..lies.... .....him not yet recovered from the foreign trip he is just back from....on that grant cash.... driving through the hedgerows so strewn with litter ... the environment so cynically slapdash unprotected from Florence's tourists and all the blow ins building Milton~on~Wye upon Keynes~on~Wye... and environs
just down the road from him....
.... he is far far far more interesting than you.....
you, even a not very bright next up the power structure from you.... can work out..... "gosh, what a load of wankers, but then Ive known that all along...and talk about obstructing her with their bad energy bureaucratic crap...and fraud...obstructing her, when they said they wanted her, oh well so stupid shouldbe easy to nuke...[hence nonames]....." ....nohhhh...I'm not telling who.... but there were two witnesses to his words...nahhh ... not telling....it isn't my show after all..... nahh....stump luv.....  nahh, no clues.... no comment ... and as for a superbly red~lining experience at dear PBs.... wouldnt have missed it for the world, so so obvious the average 20 something Woofer.... continental and home grown... same backgrounds, in fact none of the Spaniards travelling on inheretances, half the home grown privately educated on a stipend......it was as if two diferent ages.... mature interesting brave and up to date age...and stuck in the nursery age.... and ....dot dot.....I know who is to blame for all that stunted growth.... "



Panorama ~ even the Khmer Rouge had a certain elan about them.....no, all EE has done...is to race to the bottom. Fat thugs, skinEds.... thuggery.... vulgar thuggery who will never be beaten, so easy to say to a generation of  those the mucky resdue of poison off that curtain of iron deeply lodged in the cracks of their skin "be our thugs and you get discount leather jackets and porn movies forever, maybe even a knockoff Beemer.... [all so cheap now massmarket in the East] .... "  democracy has come full circle.
Now, what is really intreresting is the stupid new intake of female Ladies ~Upperhouse..... they simply are too busy pretending to be ecogoddesses whilst unable to see that it is all fraud and the environment has been trashed under their leadership at FOE and other Londoncentric false organistaions or othersuch which they only joined to look good themselves and get a peerage....
just like Birgit...
1/3 female in the dictatorship populated House of Lords and nearly half Ladies.... 1/5 only in the suposedly democrATIC House....
doesn't sound to me like democracy has for a moment kept up with what was meant to have been sorted out 35 years ago....
never mind they are too thick to have figured that one out.....

how.....interesting....

know the enemy and her "gosh LOOK at me..... now I am famous for backstabbing Huhne Missus into washing her private anguish in the prison cell...." she justy about sums up this nasty land.....

except.
Magic.... yoo may not beleieve in it, but i do...... nothing works out as you plan, except now it, it it, is freee.... let us see..

I know it deserves to be on earworm..... and how interesting that the OWW (even if war declared ) is big enough to just like me admit can't stand any of the modern shallow nonsense.....but can't stop it living a life of its own....

Right, now it is time.....
THE deed is done....

Worth watching Question Time for the complete lack of any intelectual analysis of the only game in town, the oral blog getting a jolly good nod yesterday " silly.... 'twill be THEIR choice, they have three....  either bring in euthenasia by the back door via embargo on anyone over about 65 getting almost any treatment, or you could just kill them all...accept 60 or 70% tax burden for a generation to pay for PFI of the past and all the present mistakes....or figure out a way for the teens ~ them, the their,  of today to help out with all the old smelly ones in the huge range of non expert assistence they need that we can't even aford to pay the Ukrainian refugees to perform....because we never could...really..."
no the NHS isn't broken...nor will it ever be because it is quite afoprdable, was longtime and remains so plenty of other Euriopean states...... but it does need honesty about what it is for....



Friday, 14 March 2014

hahh forgot to punch

so many other punchlines too lost the last few days....just so busy. Except they aren't.  Proof perhaps of the true rot in this fey land.... that possibly about as authentic and respected example of a person never mind the energy.... cannot manage to  pass it on to his son....
Oh well.......

(decisions, big big ones...... so much time to glide along... mulling....of course, so much is yes the opposite, crowdfunding has become exactkly the antithesis of the was demopcratic internet being it is just a method for the haves to be sorted from the have lesses so easily via buy~a~privelaged~VIP~ticket~speak....indeed munitises everything.... that shouldn't be, in the hands of a fraudulent generation who default to the offering, presenting it withy all their might,  yet unable to present simple manifestos, simple pledges.... about meaning what they say.... or it seems these days default to video  ... the race to the bottom really is almost complete.... the devaluation of the word....
so it is time to make sure every word from many years...is properly available.... now I know really, no one knows what friend means in this dumb land.....but I am lucky, i knew that a long time ago...had a fabulous training ground..... it is time to make sure is presented exactly how ..... the truth is... )

proof ....x 10

So, the day that Sir Anthony Wedgwood Benn ... about the only man in this land worthy of being called Sir.... that he be described top of the News at five...having spent the half an hour in apriori proof that the Welsh especially (ecven if they don't exist genes esp round my way so mixed up and weird juist like the facts)  are really stupid Mr J Humphries unable to work out that with fair criticism of the voices of the dispossessed being unheard through his radio 4 never mind half an hour later Mister Benn ... being described as in the leader line not only dead but "divisive" is absolute proof that far from being "liberal" leaning (as already fouind in this journalism) the BBC esp radio 4 is a fascist organisation so far on the right that it is unavble to send a reporter in to COOP and checkout the prices of the ten cheappies, many have to live on... 7 or 8 up at least 50% in 2 or 3  years....

Or indeed work out that if tghe BBC has been trying to lean to the left whilst Britain has shifted a good 50 fucking degrees to the right... they sure have failed..
How dare a load of London homosexuals and superinjuncting journalists term the man who not only has a billion facebook likes, but drew thousands to talks at £10 a pop....many many thousands ...... who laughed at all his twinkling and not much at his trying to sing folk songs, real ones ...about neighbours destroying neighbours...and little people who just wanted to remain little, becoming famous through the loop of the hangman's rope.... for being innocent.
(dodgy woman usually involved).
And a man who on Any Questions hardly anyone ever spat at him.... from across the half~moon desk....

How dare they........

Now, on a day like this..... she laughed: (" no man has ever stuck one in me so so gently, taking such care that one hardly even notices .... ['twas better live, earlier, such that she nearly laughed her dentures out]")
Except that was the nice bit.....
Far far more interesting conversations with.... the one who's fault it is.....
It really is....time....to fill in.

An evening of silence, just when it is time..... because reflect in respect..... if that is what divisive is, well, lets have  alot more of it....

relatively scrumptious Sir Tony.....some signs query the soul

... the stewed Groundhogs continue to throw themselves over the cliff .....

The most important word in  the language apart from hedgehog quite clearly is relative. Quite simply, relative to his blueblood stewed plum in the mouth, the man who sits in front of Estelle, and says ....with a twinkle in his eyes..."  in one of the changing rooms in The House there is a cupboard~ wardrobe of sorts... which backs onto the plaster ~ has no wood backing, backing straight onto the plaster.... it has a notice affixed to the plaster saying it is against the law to chip away at said wall within this Alicean wardrobe with your querulous rejoinders....   many laws... are for chipping away at, no matter what they would have done to me had they caught me....[twinkle twinkle little star.... in the eyes have it..... he said all just with one"

There will never be  a greater politician.... after all he had no need to be who he ....was

Thursday, 13 March 2014

some Mark Tully type ~ the utterly holier type.... the type some moron at hay fest would pay a tenner to hear.... said the other evening so even~the~most~progressive yet lethal intelectual couldnt help parroting....'t'snot the unglamorous nay rather tawdry mode of attacking the highways and byeways that matters...it is the final score....
There is only one gift or privelage in life,and that is to impart on young ish minds the facts, and despite how absolutely you know that it is just a tawdry scrap that if the top ten percent wion, and carry on winning.... at the expense of the rest...'twill end in tears....
but to not include that bit, to say, you, having the facts....now empowered ...

I take no credit but Killing Fields to oliver James via loadsa cock a snoop at bad science and badder pharma....
all of which doesnt matter but that a whole generation think they know how to interpret medical science for themselves via faceboomk is even bigger laugh....
cos Ive done 25 years hard enjoyable work and still know nop one REALLY knows what's going on esp in the mind....
...empowered to be at least sceptical, you must make your own mind up..... but don't do what by default this that then facebook ensured which ios you no longer tell your own simple stories ...because your own inmdividual stories, the real bits, the small things of daily existence....
  the silly dole woman to madness of the bicycle lights that no longer do....
are what becomes...
that which makes up
the
political world.....
we live in a....

And anyone who cannopt accept that nay pretends they are not.....is the problem.
All problems can be ....turned around
you wanna see where ive gotten to....without even trying....never mind on fresh air....

I am begining to believe that the divine troublemaker, is indeed very very very clever.... nothing is ever 100% on target, but in every arrow flashing past the Straw and Burrowing itself in the backside of some chap just about to last bit of treeclimbing, rope in arm....
something once of course was only joy....
But I am cleverer...because I know we can never ever know ....what is the plan.
Til it happens.
And anything can.
Except aliens eat hairyplanes b ecause all that never mind angels fluttering bye bye every time the sunshines or a floor actually gets brushed with the pole unused so long.....
tjat would all make it far far too easy..... 'twhich point you no longer get the joy..... fun always a word just for kids...

end, fucking end.......
but then, that word was always the problem wasn't it.......






hahhh....young Estelle, your dad won! .... 40 ~ 44....  loada blokes top emselves.... and we know why...
even if 'twill take a lifetime for you to understand..

(oh yes, cripes really hope i dont die soon, the utter FUn it is all going to be mixed with joy~ 'tis utterly evil days like yesterday sweating oil all day in the cold to achieve absolutely nothing....
juxtaposed against maybe today the job will at last get done.... and the joy will smother the pain of yesterday as if applying euthenasia via the pillow to Melanie Philips ..NONE of them even GOT! ... youi get OLDER and tywas ever thus that as you get older ....you get wiser and learn how to live ...in hell....
no, no one should ever be helped on even a few weeks early..... cos miracles never mind magic, happen nown again anyway...
despite the angels

NURSES! bring them down.....
(race to the bottom, you simply have no idea how dreadful Aldi stuff is..... perfect cheap shit country for the EEs to colonise....just their ticket....)
 ...and then stay on strike because we could never afford a nation of hypocondriacs run off to the doc the moment a bit of weird water makes you a bit zany....
Groundhogs....all eaten here, how tasty....

(silly Giles... even top smurf who worships him on Youtube admits "he really isn't all that bright...for all his self bigamy... [hahh ex theoretical suicidere hey...].... and refusal to answer my tweet or facebook for that matter.... it won't be forgotten..."
wouldn't get, as the dreadful "i was official carer* 28 years of the famously spaz woman who wanted to die... but was too much of a fraud to acvtually tell the bossy ones that after years of hell, the pain actuaLLY GETTING WORSE ACC CAP... she realises... that just listening to the radio the next year as the shit and Nigel really do hit the fan and see 30% to farish rightish politics..... gosh it's going to be fun.... I am not a happy person, but there is a right to live to listen to every second of this to come .... ..."

*croipes, even here.... i am her carer...on 150 a week no doubt for doing what should be done for free, or for some simple agreement for a chunk of the house on death....
madness
you think your society ios for a moment sustaINABLE THE LAST LAUGH REALLY REALLY IS ON YOU...
TUBES.... GONNA BE BUSY THE NEXT FEW YEARS...CLEARING THE BLOOD OFF THE TRACKS....
ACCIE CAPPIE ...

(they won....but we know that ...77%! ...bridges and rope another two words that seem latterly to go together. .....so stop complaining wimminkind.... and get the fuck up and do the housework ...EFFICIENTLY.... like a man would do...)

hahhh.....

Now, all great fiction, or even fact ual ...stories are local......
thing is, I am a politician in the best best hippy sense....
being all must be critic if you believe in the hairy one longago...
but you also know, USE.... the words of others if they may appeal to others even if the name hurts to utter....which will be the first lione in, the first masjor political speech...
quoting as ...story...local story....
in name the fattish young one one who went on to sing all those songs which got her a grammy wasit....

Estelle, the following year is going to be a HELL of a long time in politics...talk about the most interesting possible Euro in the East meets fracking from the West meets youth services slashed and burnt just round the corner meeting Nigel v Nick....
what a superconjunmction....
and there is the local....
 what a pure bit of Machiavelli ... the local Greens, frauds of the Primrose, never mind councillors... are so going to HATE me....
what a beautiful move....truly elan...
that no one can deny...
because it is what all the bossy ones cannot criticise....

War...
funstyle....

sorry i know the promise keeps being broken but any moment now ...
ands as for official seal of aproval, even I had to steady myself.... I have never seen a set of tyre levers in a CHARITY SHOP....
acc cap....
but then we never needed them, old tyres as loose and easy to tickle off with just the little finger as the pants of your average Hay-on-Wye curator of old curiosities'  (hmm does that belong there, lifes 2 short ... not that you will ever get a poem by twatter from my whores.... sssss Jenni..... you think for a second I lost the magnificent Modlet?! no way..... esp when she is a useful witness.... never mind true poetwess and the lessonsw need subcontracting..)
until.....

nohhh Googler Blogger spell check still off on her hols.... forget you, much more important things to do, now...I can.....hence must...





(hhah hahh all yuou youth.... you owe about a quarter of GDP ...just to the spivs, for our hospitals as the queue too long to let you through into A+E skateboard cuts and bruises with your rediculous attention spans..........  when youve spent half of it on the oldies, just keeping them alive.... or rather the legal fights whether or  not to.... you wont have much left for your skateparks.... never mind your own pensions...I bet that really really deep down is depressing....I am only depressed a reread will show so many typos you wont even figure hjalf of my common sense... but that doesnt really matter..... cos it was only ever for one .... and she long long gone)
so, if ....
if

hmmm..... the ultimate free wheeling off the state.....

soon.....

except I take nothing...... ever.

For the lesson, of the day..... cos that's all it ever is

(tit added in as the ;post developed, bully, even nastier than alec fishfinger, me...must be)

however....Edward would...turn in his sweaty sheets missed the only bit worth targeting
(oh yes lost post... the OWW, me to: "next time you go in, take my recordinmg device...secret.... and get her to say again how her whole day is based on targets ...despite IDS and co denying they even exist any more..."...but i think is did that one...)

Now, I do not not have for a long time had anything to do with the DWP...in my own aparition... (DWP = welfare owners for the stupid overseas reader) ...
gonna forget a bit zem

(phone dropped on keyboard forgotten what bit has been lost..) ....and the madness continues, the silly people like the youtube professor who says he is goping to revolutionise humanity via the screen.... well, mine has had on it all morning since Dawn how something called Windows live essentials ALSO requires independent opf ordinary w7 update, updating sepergtaely...so we click that new ...(sp clever .layer of wrapping) button.... it sits there half an hr doing its do....
 fine,
 then whist using up all my spare bytes it starts to say need to resign kin this of course is just to get my email from outlook express as ive been doing 15 years plus....
but no, now it wants to entirely reinstall a new version of the whiole shooting match even thoughh it has just spent TWO fucking hrs updating it.....
now if you, the majority, in the big debate...think that your education (tis yours, education is perpetual and your future depends onnit) .... will be enhanced by going over top these tablets of salt.... perpetually
Youzze...mad

Anyway back to the point, which is that no one...ever....seems to be able to beat me any more.... the definition being, that when as has happened in years past, one of these female things (adult) bites at yer ankles as no one trained her what is real food and whatnot.... hungry, for authenticity.... except she must spit it out as untutored young people, by some respected elder, decades ago.... don;'t know what tastes real and not...
wastes so much ovf your time several months now....such that one does not have the time even to sit down in the sun a few days running, catch up on the paperwork, and make the few calls planned using the lasts~a~month~only babyname freedom freebie....
two fucking months running.....
(i never, having donated several hundred quid to Vodaphone in 2010 it being a waste of time but you have to try...and no one else benefited even from knowing i had never spent a penny on calling a bird before, well no more than a few crumbs...)

And out of the blue, the blackmail, otherwise known as authentically writing hard hitting nasty letters... which have facts in, such as "starving" .... out of the blue, not even i had demanded .... a present of two months call vouchers courtesy of HMG.....

FF a day. that was only a few days after a letter (you must hand write and post....always works now all the moprons cant do it any more...) .... blackmailing them by dint of threatening to do my citizenly duty being expose how they too have become fraud ...
I only have to listen to 30 seconds of her fucking crap ".... we at t~mobile ..now baby named eeeee k.... are going to give you 200 mins a month free all year [except it isnt free as their text last year said they would give 2014 free NO conditions.... just pay one £10... they turn into magically later when youve paid yert tenner "per month" thank you Hans...the lovely hun..... for the blackmail material..."dont tell em or Ill losse my job"....= fraud, take a stand, you too are driving everyone nuts.... ]

of course she never said sorry..... but the extra 500 mins i never even asked for....
well, do they make up for the several hrs wasted (fill in later)

well, such Reardon or is it Rearden esque delights (darent hop over to Ogle to research as this page is doubtless any second to be closed down  the whole machine thats it deciding it must yupdate  itself despite me telling it no...
are simply practice, compared to the pure symphony....
of what unplanned emotional blackmail was done on them....
the day before.....
it is too good to waste on you Dead Saw...nothing
of the god I became....

So back to more fun things like a diatribe on saws....
(balance Mr Icke.... balance.... being there, getting there.... but having the time to do big books on ....oh yes that reminds me rthe only reason computer opened this morn.... when you have the perfect treatise on how to battle through every drain on the purse, live so well on 75 quid a weeks for 3 years .... and it is real...alive...
andf ready for crowdfunding months ago.....
and cannot possibly fail to be number 1 in the charts esp as there is not one single moment of doubt that the figures have been so fiddled such that clause 139 or whatever was passed in the hopuse night b4 last .... yet what they failed to emphasise is that £69 BILLION of PFI fees to be repaid over the next decade....
that had PFI never been invented by Sir barry aqnd his mates with a bit of help from my own devilish dad.... even if he too stupid to be able to spell it...
we wouldnt even have to somehow get back into the unbalanced books cos it would have been paid off by now...
tripple dip...... as sure as Hague wont ever be dragged off to the Hague, where Blair et Al should be never mind politicians who never grew up...for setting example  for generations to Vlad and co....

hahhh what a week, fatwa on the eco terrorists....
well, takes all sorts i guess....

Anyway back to, hmmm... there is something big, Ive forgotten.....now what could it be.....
wonkiness, cured, tick...
"as long as you always profit from all their madness" tick... (cash not only kudos is a bonus)

but I am no fascist.... "you, politicians of the future....you must decide.... now at LAST it is categorically proven that all the bigamists ...bigging up privatisation the last 20 years.... katrina Hall Tipping perfect example of their faiklure even to understand Katrina killed so many more than would have been had the council styayed in charge of it all...and accountable...
... all this complexity, a huirricane of it...they designed, grandly.... a whole economy based on sheets of iron flying in and out of the storm, DUCK... never mind unable to recycle any of it before it turns to rust....
 The bankers and Simon Fry are "the 1%..." except when you add in all the PFI purchase managers and their wives and kids hungry for plasma....
the Syrian children caiught in Milton Keynes flack will die from lack of
All sat at their plasmas watching the Dow and now about ten other indeces up and down faster than even a Microsoft upgrade can track how to fuck you off, all was nicely levelled out ....

the ten %.... bankers accountants, opposing courier companies moving one pile of pills from one hospital to the next except that next has just been shut by the politicians in charge of the last
in the neighbouring county...
builders who will bnuild the next when the l;ast was just fine
so in fact its got to be at least 20%...

that rejigging of the whole economy such that 25% on top profit from the fraud of our tax at 35% odd compared to the scandanavian 60ish... those on 60 get more for their money and it is much simpler, so less to worry about....
nevert mind the human condition is based upon truth...of knowing WHO the fuck is responsible...tinker with that and maybe you really are genetically perverse...


anyway, your choice.... but let us be quite clear what Maggie's model truly...IS
and if you think you can work out whether or not the spittle, never mind old food...trickles down king Richard's filthy jumper ..onto your plate....well, you are a bbetter economist and media analist than I...and i know I am damn good at those two at least.... cos Ive done the work....

talking of which..... there is one job which is truly satisfying....

(superfast typing, 5 feet from the router....even if through a window me in the sun.... Ogle not working this morn ....you think you can TRUST go ogle dox and the cloud..... and educate our children via it..... what a joke....  give up..or maybe i shall look back and happily detype...ohh)








time. of course ....doesn't matter

... this could have been any time, it is only the price.... of course there was never any hope


Now, back to business...the show must go on....especially when the absolutes are indeed established.... especially when no shareholder nor any media moron would hold the cunt to account for what really matters,
(cant remember, the lost post...had bits about talk about schizophrenia, lotsafilm the last year of COOP shelfshifting disease ~ virtually every time the busy parent goes in for years....they've moved around the location of the orange label section, so only the lovely wimmin know where it is .....cos only the lovely ones use it...
by default....
and then they move every other thing ....
And to tghink (gosh how sad this wasn't got into the infotainment... a few months ago they go top pricing all their veg and fruit items...individually...I mean what a metaphor for their madness never mind atomisation....
when a few months later they change it all back to per kilo....

But that is just children in charge of
work
(loadsa filming of them all)

Grown ups would shut them down on one simple bit of proof that years and years their PR that they are the ethical anything never mind drug crazed chief bankers sharing his lines with the chief of hedgegfunding....

twenty, that is two ohh....years ago
'twas stated throughout the land, nay decreed, that we will do something about the sickness that requires (or it isn't food, protected, presented in the "offering"  that all business has suddenly become....)

that food packaging, never mind sugar and salt would be cut back.... in fact I distinctly remember some twat tweeting 19 years ago as it seems all eco people all they too could ever manage was sounbyte...
that we will remove and dump at the till all the unnecessary layers....

So,for the children of Britain, in other words ALL the poor creeps below about 50 years of age...especially those whom would click a Friends of The Earth like button.... but whom cannot connect, fact and fiction
When you are one of the 900thousand who get yer dole stopped, unlawfully as there are no jobs and the whole DWP is now designed to baffle and defuddle you their letters hjave reached a new level in Alice...and you have no recourse ... and have nothing coming in as the Food Bank movement too is just fake ~ limiting you to 3 visits to get a very small oad of economy rice pudding and white bread neither of which have any food in them...
you will find that the best deal at COOP calorie/protein atoms per p is the 100g fishstick thingies...
old supplier (for years) may have put a bit of chemical in....but you can't have everything..... that would be fascist like the always~veggy...Most of The Time is just fine...

but of course the frauds who pretended to be ethical as USP...(unique selling point, they have been around decades too, there was never any need to change that either)  sold such items one outside plastic wrapper and the twenty sticks within also individually plastic wrapped....
That was always bad enough
But to find that the last week new supplier, on the label "no preservatives or chemicals" ...
actually ads in a new third layer of plastic ... (methinks about 1 part plastic now for every 3 parts just~about~food.... )

and then that the whole thing is crammed full of even more sugar.....
dot dot dot dot (performance art in those dots tribute to the whole shebang which years was bad enough but COOP metaphor for you never had one iota of hope..... a whole life, wasted, in fraud...of a whole generation x2...












one should only ever hope for the impossible (I so nearly never use words of others..... nor research their words..
So....
to the smurfs of the future as I shall not be around, murdered....

zen is go back to Virginie 1 monday 3rd march 1944 
and 5 mins later
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03whrkz

but not needing to prove yourself to anyone, so not even bothering with spygiz  (hahh only one knows what that means..)

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Better suntan than if had been in "'Bados"

(the astute will perhaps notice, my love of noticing, [that phrase could be read two ways ~and the poem still applies...] ....I mean if it had an "O" in front of it maybe you would get the real meaning.... the "  '  "  between the two "  "  "s.... now you will have to take t on trust, there will be one pout there who knows that sometimes every detail is left due to the poeterry of it all, sometimes every apostrophe must be perfectly placed in honour of it all...

that 'bados is no mistake....honouring the first evil Christiasn i knew James of the Windies (white).... musrt remeber to list his sins....
come the next nine volumes.

Now had I one scintyilla of doubt, I haqve no more....
Ed Reardon who is obviously  letting the side down imensely by not even bothering to stalk just once the only truly erotic moment in the history of the screen being Jenny's white dovelike crotch just peeking below the gymn slip.... up the tree...
so ed must go...as example, nevertheless would be fuming.... irtate beyonmd all words..... at the genius of how to get one opver on the governement....even that department...

hahh....the Belles......

maybe that is what we could call it....the Belles.....
after all it was all there all the time....all the answers.....

shit...comes out in the wash..

...blood too

Now, the endless "diatribe".....
which always has in it the rejoinder viz my whole cohort "its the fucking hippo's fault..... and mine....my gen thought we could all be pleasure eaters..... be clear as her crystal...at  £19.99.... there will be no pretence ever, here..it is ALL so fucked up, there is your hanging tree....you chose...."

you have to EARN your "joy" he said!..."fun is one thing, but only by shitting blood...and the satisfactionj from sometimes success....do you know joy"
(ok i said it or maybe the aliens who ate the plane said it because my diatribes i wonder if he knows arent as goos as through the finger tips here...... but he said a BIT of it...)

resurect ...but death comes first...in the back

And when the facts are that ...actions, Greening her name isn't even worth remembering.... the long list of those who just spikily spin....

(hahh ....Mr County Seat,,,[would have to find a sturdy one top take his weight].... yesterday, sat and chewing the cud....

"masterclass on how to suck up to power..... even if planning to backstab one day.....your recommendation for the blog of how to be human [even if the reason the kids are sulking is the way you lot have performed the last 30 years and we arent talking about in the chambers].... is truly magnificent

....   the last 20 mins anyway.....

even if I am not sure it is the truth.....

and i am a fine critic, esp of music....

but there is one LotF truth....when a young person cannot even buy a red light....for her bicycle, new the rare time one pays out for new, it being not possible to get these out of the skip....
And it works, out of the plastic packet....
Well, i hope the car that screamed round the bend and seeing me in the road last night rarely in neon with the internmittent light working unusually yet still blasts it's horn.... does hit someone the lighht turned itself off again the software don't work...from new, no rain or even dew to dampen it....

How can we expect young people to respect anythiong if the whole con of a country is simply crap..... and they try to keep up with the laws but swecond bike light in 6 mths ....addendum 3rd...from new.... simply is Rai Enterprises crap....
exceprt there is no alternative....




Invade...and string 'em up in the Hague

.....William, the crime of conspiracy to waste court time....
Now, what a laugh (there will be only restricted service during periods of high pressure, cos ontological proof~ the simpler souls at any rate, one will never get through to the neurotic city types,  a bit of sunshine ....dor dot
(most of last summer "you are pathetic, you can't even do getting depression properly...)

what a laugh, over the bearings and petrol,  "ehh, I thought that was the whole point..." and that is coming from a VERY cossetted and badly brought up young pleb who knows so little..." when we get a bit of radio entertainment... "witness x [anonofcourse] stated she entered a car with him, he brought out is photo album [remeber to cross refer with the evidence in tryinmg the directors of who to blame and 'im revelling in making the nation laugh in 58 wasit with his sexy pix album of all those schoolgirls ...for sale...and the nation laughed....good old youtube, ehh no it wasnt the other one dailymotion] ..of all the popstars...and said i can arrange you to have tea and crumpets with any one you want.... all you have to do is play with my gearstick..."
To think that one would ever be feeling sorry for Max, and on his side..... I think so perfectly demonstrates ....thata week is a long long time in politics...

 But how, anyone, never mind some girl daft enough to get into a motor with a pop promoter or the like who even cossetted me knew thats why they are in the biz... may, juxtaposed with a non drinking (hardly ever) perfect sleeping (almost always) person with a 85% truly fab memory, ....but whom admits "I am so so sure about gaynor and her kiddy fiddling, I remember the bed, the window, the feel of the room ... the scene so so vividly of my brother and sister being taken to the trunk to be locked within dad n Gaynor left undisturbed...it is so vivid as if yestertday [even if I forgot it for a good decade or so in truth]  . but the simple truth is I can only be 99% sure....it is a real memory.."

1966....is a long long time ago.....
And that YUK should care...(the proof being it didnt kill her) ..is truly mindblowing

However, there is and always has been one way to bring the poor downtrodden abused whipped and generally fucked over..... back up to ones own level,  which is when they are moaning about something in the past, make sure their moans are based on a slightly larger truth in the bigger picture...

Gosh was it two years ago? nearly.... now this dad has had an extraordinary journey since then,  frankly not pleasant and definitely not a picture book of scenes that may turn one on in any way.... with a decidedly unpleasant back door entry hole into the escape hatch that is the daily reality of youth.... what REALLY is their evolutionary and escape witha  bit of environment thrown in.....and I'm sadly an optimist but it aint good... I would lay bets, all I have, on a Lord of The Flies outcome, except nothing is outcome, it is all just part of the politics.... red in truth and whore...
except the majority are so stuck it is untrue, they cannot tell their stories,never mind keep to them....
I have spent a fair bit of time the last few years with loose or tourniquet hangman leashes on the daily dealings of one youth or the other....
and it isn't good... the anger, desperation,passive digression from being human is truly scary....
Excvept in one respect, two or three in fact, following the  free shopping expeditions of the  autumn sales+
I heard only one cool, collected, wonderful, inspiring communicator....
hahh there you go it has come back..... remember their names...
Jay Simons is etched in my brain forever and despite being if i recall one of only about 3 facebook friends but then i never look kin....Sheldon Thomas...(he was avoiding me the last half hr..just sat staring....at the trees around and about)

Both one way or other one will assume (i know it is nasty I mean they could have been children of Scottish missionaries blagh blah...its cold, i sit outside..... frosty ish)  ...they are a few generations down from slave blood~ even if they are from a quiet little corner of the Cameroon the traders never made it, bet one relation or another profited from it... and slept with some genuine slave descendent....
That the ONLY wise and balanced voices in a whole country of prurient melodramatic liars, especially that they care about the planet, or each other....
even if they dont quite come originally from St Vincent...sorry, tarred with same brush....
Is evidence for my prosecution, that the fat cow from the Windies they have as spokescow....  should be made an example of...just cos you were a victim 200 years ago doesnt let you off ..... knowing...the truth... that somehow, the artistic response, in Jay and Sheldon....
made them, better............





Monday, 10 March 2014

clever little sneaky Mr Milliband.... he doesn't mention the fact that it is almost impossible for the youth to register as unemployed, never mind stay registered a year....
And that when they are sadistically toyed with and sanctioned ...
(oh yes a bit is still there, OWW ... she has proof ...[twas better write before] ... targets, the Libdems deny .... next time she pops in to the office must remember to wire her up and have repeated to her face how the whole thing is defined by targets, no longer any attendance to the rules.... )


Anyway, 'twasn't mentioned to the Chubby County Seat...."ehhmm...politics, you help the monster [pl~the corportate behemoth] and mean it, and I shan't mention again the you came third to Elvis and co...."
I don't think we need to listen to hookers moaning at 830am..... the people spoke, there is indeed hope, when .... tranched into third medal, ahh if I had a signal that I could rely on.... I would become internet PR guru and lifelong trench digger in the warfare of daft words....
even if I disagree with key manifesto points....at least subsidised brothels for OAPS .... is simple, clear, and gets the juices flowing

which takes me back (it is really hard when you lose posts because as soon as it is out it lives in that space between dirty fingernails and the recipient assuming that what is available via the screen is other than justa  xchallenge to be human etc ad inf ... it does live there....stuck in limbo, forever one must assume.... it is easy to recall what has been sent to that "space" ...(c the dreadful Brabaras etc) ... but hard to recall what has been jabbed out and what gets wherever ....because that isn't my job...

ehhmmm....did I cover Alistair... preparing for war, and now we know where it started " unlike the moron on thought for the day 60 years hence,  there is little difference.... x and y... blah do blah...[except what the culture informs...]"

wow....so this is how 'tis....

(surely they should be banned on health and safety grounds....bet the guide has a great little headcam one of those expensive super hyped ones, would catch the baby~voices of these types as splat into a tree...)

One arrives in the only woodlands left almost left alone... many acres, even square miles.... and the warm winter builds up the whoremoans.... earlier than usual, and every atom of it which isn't atomised, me the only one who's electrons are buzzing arounds full speed at dawn... the only one who gets to hear the incredible energy in the bill of the woodpeckers... justy outside...

Gosh, RUN ..Est.... "the coastal defences of S wales may no longer be viable..."

Oh yes, if there is just ONE cultural skimming stone with which to educate the next generations properly....
bureautocracy.....how interesting.... wordmashing with elan...so so long ago

Sunday, 9 March 2014

"where there is death there is hope...."1


from a post or so back, seems like long ago but 26th Feb.... 
now, apart from anyway the only point of living in my neck of the woods is if you truly appreciate a bit of the wilds, because there is absolutely nothing else to do.... the locals are also meant to be able to deal with a bit of the wilds.... and February here, average amount of fallen trees even if most of them my neck of the woods... and absolutely no floods whatsoever for 10 or more miles.... and hardly any puddles, I don't have mudguards on my bicycle...and I haven't changed my habits in any way whatsoever... in fact been out much more than "normal" being balmy days by and large, certainly not one cold and damp day and only two sligthtly frosty starts to any day this whole winter....  




1  hmmm not many get the privilege of a proper footnote even if it is too much of a fag to go over to word and jack it up and then copy over here because it won't do superscript... oh well cheap rubbish, cheap results.... c Anne Applebaum's Polish stepmother
...meaning, the failed and weird disaster of this generation of 40 or 50 somethings die off...there may be hope from the next....
except I promise it is going to take rather more than a rocket up their arse.... FF 75 years.... it is not our problem even if your real history of EE and a bit Easter is the propaganda.... every truly dreadful film you could imagine boring a little stuff addiction into their brains...Pretty Woman to a bit of Dallas (edited highlights, just the shopping and shoulders and hairdos) ... nicely curated, i really do wonder who by..?
I have no interest in the absolute certainty that silly young EE wimmin, so poorly educated, even the silly ones at the LSE last Friday night, pretending to be Phds...will never get it, peace, means fairness, sharing.... compromise...
pretending to be victims....
... except they will have the last laugh.... what an interesting history they will have,  watching US... cut each other to pieces one day and I bet not far away....
There was a test today, the big test...I gave it 2:1 in favour...of sanity prevailing....
amongst extremely well educated people who every other word is community and fairness..
hahhh ever the optimist
 Sadly, now the plebs/elves*
are baying for books to read..... and will be tested to discover if they are in the 50% who are fakes...never read whats on the shelves...
great books...real books....
it got through....
the nasty cynic (and they hate me! thats the plan)
wasn't after all....
But sadly, if maybe realist, it is 2:1 against.... Draculic They Would Never Hurt a Fly.... not being relevant here

*don't know all habits of a new recruit


and as for lawsuits, hahh that reminds...... someone said they r suing
"here is your evidence for the boss makes slave work in dangerous conditions " headline.....  guess what, learn to do it properly, understand what the danger is..... and you don't need h+s.... its called understanding


you really don't want to be sticking your white one in here, when I am in a good mood...... which is of course the point of the dark cloudy months....
to put in relief... the whole damn thing....


of course {very small exclamation mark, because all human emphasis is lacking)

cant be bothered to go change the first bracket....
what a perfect metaphor, there I am (plus miscellaneous slaves coercively threatened) months and months..... "there simply is no way to get this off"
And there we are a month ago, the very best people we have met round here have been on the actual chaingang...even Alice's modern Britain is one where the monitor is discussing skunk growing technique with his lieges....
chains...
links....

it will work!
it is the perfect metaphor...(even if i can't fill in the broken links) ...
the most wonderful unplanned experiment nine months....
... 97.63% simply never ever respond, especially when they beam they are ready and willing....(not to me)....
the link between words and meaning them has entirely gone....
(which makes past o'fences dissolve into just.... a poem...that has as positive an effect as What is life if full of care....)

Anyway, sorry there will be a slight delay, the moron on Broadcasting House this fine morn planning shopping expeditions for loads a neon kit .... (gosh it is so expensive nowadays too...)
doesn't get kit.... there is one pleasure of cycling you cannot buy.... the real pleasure.... the one that takes you all the way back to Innocent small things....
so pleasurable....






One of the several in power..... hahh what is the line? ....blah di blah from the county seats....

Now the lucky chap gets to 50 something and hasn't for years taken any meds, in fact has only done so for all of a few weeks in whole life and had one known then how much better for you it is to laugh at iot all, would not have then....
It is however extremely good fun to investigate the local medical facilities for the sake of posterity  - ten days ago, that is near the end of |Feb, a feb which has been much much much warmer than average, and bang on exactly the normal amount of precipitation, and I havent seen any fallen trees on the byeways and the hyways can look after themselves....
and over the course of three months several entreaties be told that to see the witchdoctor it is five weeks, in fact usually six a wait...
fat county seatman little Mis Quote "three"....
But fine gossiper.... (local detail remains just that, detail...said in that ironic manner, he wouldn't have got the "laissez faire...I would call them, hence innocent.... one only names names where they pretend to be something else..."
Thing is there is this rather interesting unreported (ok probably I missed it) absolutely Italianate new development... many of the politicians are regrouping in to loads of little pretend parties. Which is a con because their websites make out they are something substantial when in fact they aren't even registered...
Buit what is REALLY interesting..... is Mr County seat ...(I truly do live in near Paradise, a little bubbl;e of glutinous gravy, which at least they dont stab you when you wink that you know they're licking of it for lunch) ....
"the few greens, are gathered under the shadow of the gravy boat, under that particular banner its my county.. except it isn't even their not~really~paty.... it is sponsored by the main property developer in the area Maylords!"
Alice really did overdose on the gravy and end up in the life support ward.... doubtless the queue is as long to get in there as into the....
hahh yes its come back.......
COOP.... some time ago I ascertained apart from filmed schizophrenia of moving the orange label shelves quite literally every 3 months.... and that is in between moving all the other shelves so as to hide everything from the busy parent or civilian every 4.....
have become the perfect metaphor for the whole con.....
And never mind the tenner i wasted there a month ago on the con....dont think we havent forgotten about that...

When you go to your local nurse....(wait a mere week) .... and see ten days ago the following sign ....

tbc...
it doesn't quite work...yet

(going backwards: dropping the apostrophes.... no younger generation person in education courtesy of Coke Britain knows what they are anyway anyway..or cares....me i have nightmares over the fact that yest i deliberately used "'" when the form has become """....but i did it in solidaruty .....not sure who with but there must be some purpose )






So, quickly, the lost post: He, silly man he, asks to speak with my monster....
Oh yes that's sort of a bit of it, I definately have some clinicam condition whereby sat out in the sunshine (it also works in the hole) even if they have to be whacked, having entirely balanced things with in otherlife, relaxing entirely such that all agros get switched off, touch the keys and tyhings just drift back without any bothering to recall them for you, which i wouldn't...