Sunday, 11 December 2016

So, in the lands where, even if he is a true 'friend'....


The absolute honest truth 
is a very very valued and many year educator
of our youth.
I had to tell him 
in one of our many beautiful talks
who the fuck

Voltaire
was 

*

Anyway back to One Day in The life of.....
There was that day ....a few weeks ago, even if I know the exact moment...
Then the next day
Peter's Thieves you couldn't make that up....
Nor that Missus X stood me up ...... but I had a plan.

 And even if the plan never was, hmm running ahead of m

Now, there is a schedule.....

And we still have to deal with a range of ticklish weave ends as yet unturned around back onem... the enemy....
O at least trimmed back into reusable efficiency.....
streamlined....
And why, in the presence of Aphrodite herself ... the only woman I have winked at for years....
On efficiency, asceticism [too big a word for most so usually left out], simplifying, did i forget my favourite word of the time.... write fuckin huge on my huge notepad ~ neigh artists pad, that awaits all entrants to the cave....
'Consolidate....'..
Define, but you will have to wait for the other version
 
Which, of course it does....needs an end date and a knuckle down, having consolidated for near a year....
And there has only ever been one date. Which if one were Solzhenytsen inded one day woukld do, to fuck all those Budhists up the arse, even if their radio appearances prove they can no longer speak English neigh I even heard one of their ilk (always the same well informed yummy voice) so they wont know that arses and upfuckin em, to quote once only ever, him whom is the effect of a hole fuckin generation of lost causes, the so called progressives whos fuckin job was to give him Sir david's bullet.....in a pink envelope giftwrapped with a note: 'environmentalism or just not pissing on your own sandy bunkerism,  means not one atom should ever be wasted, so please pass it on to the recycling bank.... not even you are worth it matey...'

...'should not quite taken literally'





Mister Robinisation, that's all....

no, so, that so called post entitlement has been tattooed on the forrid of one of....
my girls.... (this*) for yonx....
Of course they are; no so called man could be as footstsmpy in allthe lifetimes in 'Modern Day Guernica' to quote the only real man who...lives the other side of the dividing line....
Which to my very well informed opinion, from not neigh a summer of 'Burrow' ing..... neigh~no, a year.... thats started one December the seventeenth.... indeed 'tlastun.... and was never the plan, but......
Is the only line there ever was beteen the sometimes sane, or at least don't take it so personal...unless they're in the sixtythree percentile
puerile a year of talking why....
popularism exists, when as the sermon a good month back, established....it never was...
But at least try to define her.

* but, hell proving of course they are one side of the binary equation, neigh reality.... know that only 'ladies' of such lethal grace ~ indeed the kind that like hungry angels bobbin up and down a raggetty old passageway, unloved, on a rusty old bicycle, loved and wouldn't have it any other way... green glove (20p)in mouth....... between one aisle and t'other just to figure which this week may have the cheaper catfood.... despite their eye to eye twinkle into mine of the promised land of back to economy two kilo bags by the so called fuckin ethical store....
Oh they have grace...lethal grace upon which the whole of Dante's spinning Inferno is weasel wordwrapped around your condom just in case a bit of you...may infect a bit of their certainty that they will of course always be unable to deal with what folks been dealing with since folks were invented....








Thursday, 1 December 2016

so, just to annoy the sisters who disdain the hood....

and as for that old tart, was it madam Bakewell? or a clone....as they are all just as stupid.....
The year.... one hears curtsey Lord Mel, that Mister hardon....did, poor thing getoneon...as he paused at the hanging of some confused babe as she took her last breath.....
And thank the gods this hobbit hole won't have to trouble itself listening to any roundups of the so called year....
Because even its hard to find the word, and what with Lise and her fookin  'scintillating' [swoop upon the previously rebel~held, which is of course no swoop, and certainly nothing scintillating, just a lot of hard work by sweaty and likely most whiffy engineers day in and out for weeks and weeks greasin the caterpillar bolts, and tweakin the carbs, oilin the barrels and french polishin the seats of the head gunners....be they Ruskie or Iraqwistanis too busy to get around to lining the Tanx up on the layklines facin East five timezaday....].there are two versions....

Anyway thats their problem.....
Mine, is, apart from, well.... what a turn up....  I mean, nearly fourteen years I have kept on to that little hard one.... two terms of seven....
ritualistically, significant cymbals too....
Now, as so often preachified.... even if they give one freedom in the smiley Look through the glasses of their marketisation of all, [class divide fixed more than even George may have predicted had he come back and found Wigan the New Age capitol of the world ~ this one and the others along the lay lines of all that connected Universal energy]....






so what did she say yesterearlymorn.....

cos it came true, and truth is a toughie..... there are usually several opposing opposites, just within one grain of it

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

so, hate, define....

even if it was always only really a mix of 'envy', whatever that is...feelings you need personal experience of as no writer can really make much sense of em for you...self~despair, auto~exasperation at one's own inability to get up in the morning.... too much shit telly, a mix of Rambo going around shooting all the Eastenders... fraud: knowing that others are much better at it than your lazy ownself.... all those chirpy things that lead to when the time comes, one or other will be marked out as deserving bits lopped off...
And I know why I will need to scarper ~ have for years now.... which is that the one thing the lumpen proletariat really can't stand, is someone who cheekily teases em with a bit of seditious truth, and god forbid well argued truth, such as hahh hahh hahhhh you think your psycho will cure you, when in fact they will not even tell you that your so called seasonal affected disorder of ignoring the alarm clock or telephone, or knocked door because you are too grumpy, is entirely in your own head, it having been planted there by the radio~psychos who neglect to mention that if you get the fuck up even earlier in the winter then it is in fact warmer between the hours of four and seven, so you save the planet by reducing wood consumption by a few degrees, plus the broadband may work a bit at that time, plus, staring into the fire for an hour seems to have some undiscovered compensatory effect for all the control mongers who really do inhabit the airwaves at that time o'tday before even they have stubbed out their preshow fag
And that love or some near equivalent is experimenting on the self, just once ~ no one is worth more than one sleepless night...and  in fact a month ago discovering that if you are up, close, to the screen either twiddling with the webcam knobs [i don't have, mine is covered up as I don't mind GCHQ hearing everything, but pictures would distract them from the oft poetry in the lilt of the voice, and as I always state the only thing I am exasperated by for some years is being Miss Quoted]... anyway there is no point thinking, in a society where coppers do not come on the wireless and explain, ehh if you are dumb enough to show your dick to someone you have never met in person, at least three times, as the first cuppa will always be a bit weird, as humans are, and a conversation doesn't begin until you have been eye to eye chatting up or down or around the back of the mask, at least an hour, well your folly should be held up as an example to others of what....
I thought there used to be a reasonably useful law called wasting  copper~time..I mean even they have a human right to it not being entirely nicked fromem...  

gone * 'an all got spoiled



* even if an inter~word one, which is nuthin like as interesting aqs inter~lwetter, because in a mere hour, two of em, whole pair, en~brace...go and communicate....

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

hmm, i have just realised I am a snob...

even if it is complex, but the short version is so if every other word I hear some days it seems~ never directed at me, they kinda know better... genuinely saddens me: 'next time I see Mr Ex he will get beaten to death..'  I take it seriously, get a tad sad at the state of the not~63%er class .... but in fact as one doesn't see any more black eyes or plaster casts as neighboring posher places well of course it is all my snobbish little gitterisms and if i really did love the 'people' i would just fall in and use their language too....
And go to the cheap pubs and enjoy a bit of so called rough, properly..rather than hide away at expensive marketplaces where the so called ';nice' congregate....sometimes..
Which, although of no interest to me whatsoever as I am only interested in the actual actions of the so called progressive environmentally aware.... will sadly for certain be the downfall of the only decentish a bit,  well slightly informed [i know as i took note and did the homework] potential administration the country has ever had....  why it is all most Voltairian and historical..... so its nice to understand exactly why each lump of coal at thrown  the face is targeted at whatever so called target... the real key to life is knowing that true freedom is if no one actually takes any wise words seriously ~ it even feels nice, when you figure it out..... why it does. It is, indeed, the return to that once free place when you were not to be taken serious...cos you were not old enough to count...
And its jolly wonderful.... mercy buckets.

Anyway, must catch up with reality.

Which comprises, in the last seven years only a few things have gone and truly surprised me and caused me to wonder...... It is worth a list, in fact if I didnt spend half my time mending holes in old buckets as you have to live recycling down to the very last atom of her being, and enjoy every failure in the mending.... never mind hearts ruthlessly butchered and sold off to Canada  (if I die today I think that was the best chatup line/ lovely bit of prose of late~last few months, to The fabulous Doppers,  on that Friday, the one where quite deliberately I have my green glove in my teeth ~ a prop, a diversion.... ~ who asked me, a little later that day; she knows what I am like, well a bit, she has stood with her gob open quite a lot the last six months as she notices me chatting ~ i notice.... 'send me an email on it..'  ...
email immediately, i do what I am told, unquestioningly,  by a beautiful woman older than me ' blah blah actual reason why Europe is good, and America hahh hahh last laugh on you,  i didn't know til i read that a few days ago, but i haven't had time yet to dig back to primary sources, Lewontin taught us that we always must though clearly the BBC don't listen to anyone even great minds blah blah..... I shall take myself off to the nearest abattoir [oooh there are levels in that "nearest" ] and set the head chopper to auto mode...')

(and if i actually did, the only true lament, from a  few years ago but i got a heads up on it recently from an old dear at the bookshelves as usual nothing but Fifty Shades... ' you know from what i have leaned about here, well..... I have never known anywhere as truly lovely in respect of one thing and if YOU could monetise it well you need a break....   fuckin ethnic cleansers down the alleyway et Al...  if you declared yourselves officially Offence Free Zone.... you know, sticksd and stones... 'Don't take it so personal' to quote one ignobel bit of false poetry; etc... I think society knows deep down it is ready for such a zone to be set up.... or indeed real Republic....  I mean where else can you make jokes with women of a certain age about their girths and not get a slap..... and when i once a week make my usual jokes about " none of your business whats in my parcel, but if you must know its my list or reasons for comitting suicide tomorrow I'm sending in to the Daily mail and you lot are top of it.... but not alone why it's so heavy..." the querulous rejoinder is, hmm i forget exact words but as good as  " Do you think if you did anyone would even bother noticing/ attending your funeral..."
' which if only poor Claudia of The Four knew is exactly the proper correct successful therapy, far cheaper than the impossible doubling of the nutter budget espesh as the 35 year olds were all talking of ALL their kids being in and out of The Bin ..either looking for scraps to bulimicate my hamster or slashin their arms or other such Affluenzan niceties... ending same place The Strongbow as we call it I discovered I am not alone in this theres me thinkin i was original in my jokes.......
'anyway yes, having been correctly put in my place: " dyouknow.... exactly that response is in fact exactly the right therapy even if i dont need any [officially ~ and hell they tried! COS OF COURSE FASCISTS LITE OR EVEN ACC CAP THE FATTER do not like writing, well they are fools could have saved em a lot of trouble as paradoxically my very assiduous research some years now, is especially the 63% ers it seems no one actually CAN read any more.... why this chronicle of a pile of logs is pure art ~ creativity...in knowing it cannot, neigh WILL NOT! be understood....just like that letter so crafted even if never enough time to get it just right to defuse notions of thinking much of just one, a lie....  ] ... put rightly en~place with my nutjob nonsense melodrama, I walk away from your screen after such mean quips, feeling even better than i already did.... ta luv".... if you as a community could somehow monetise it...bottle it....be world famous for it, no artrests for anything said or complaining ever unless it is such a clear specific instruction in language even the ubiquitous drunks cannot misinterpret to actually DO the actual deed, with coordinates and a reward promised for the actual completion of the deal.... well I have been thinking a lot about this over the years, for the RIGHT reasons you could in time and i think it IS time... get one over on that other place over a  few valleys.... I can assure you... there there is little truly  Free Speech.... [hmm tbc prob is you need allies the definition of which is no matter what wont get the hump, or humps are to be sat on top of every night before bed and  patted on the head and then they go away or summit like that...]'






'Tee_____ [and you will not "get" it unless you were there in the front row

..in 1978, and i have no idea how on earth i got there.... at that so called "Picnic"...alone, with half a million behind me...or if you weren't, well, at least can live the pathos between every stroke of her chubby black arm as she strums it better than any noisy young brat..... and you have the lacuna that in fact exists between the letters in the smallest words, in your soul dancin every day...no matter what.... or whom....or at least...tbc....but you will have to stick on St Joan...and know what that line means, "no conversation..."... for real..."
Anyway back to reality...

'Tee___see [between swishes of her hair as we dance The Aisles, ok the CCTV would prove that bits made up, unlike almost every word i ever write even if just occasional there is thye smallest tad of licensed artifartification, but between our eyes, we were....for real ~ some things you cannot make up], you know what... over too many decades, like two and  half near enough, I've had on my radar all the worthies in the region [25 mile circle].... primary radar set to examples who will set it to the nippers... those progressives, even last a year or so ago a clump of Lezzies so worthy its untrue cos in fact having ripped off the taxpayer and getting big fat public sector pensions from islington, they come and pretend for a decade over here they are still so called "islington" and yes complain about the fraudulent ethics of the O~op... whom most magnanimously I welcome into my community as pure equals especially as when they arent so busy actually obviously being lezzies, they pretend they care.... which is curious because by the time you are post sixty well the whiff generally means you are not so desirable that the new flash ["oooh that's sexy" just to be friendly, needing allies]  motorbike is exactly necessary.... or practical.
'TEE, to keep it simple, no I am not eccentric, in fact several times the last demi~decade in the Highest Central london courts seriously grizly judges have, by name, bowed down to my gentle honest good words on behalf of others and their inability to fuckin be sane or compromise...and stated that they respect me, which as I seriously wing it as these cunts nowadays never even pay your "promised" expenses, well thats the reality of modern YUK....   anyway I won, apart from winning their unwinnable cases, self respect despite being defrauded of promised stipend, is priceless....
' Oi dont tread on my toe, all the sugar~ was it 5%? in even the so called savory crackers from Morrisons,  my kickin bone wont take your heffalumps ...  but Tee, he... we have to be honest this region, years and years i gently targeted and gravitated into the circles of the worthies...and then latterly last three years the Counth Seats ~ four or five of em.... who in fact it is interesting to see, some of the ex pretend hippies [definition, of a real one that is: "i first met you 22 years ago, don't you remember, you were letting a house round here and i came to view it, AND THEN WE HAVE BEEN WITH OUR KIDS TOGETHER AT MANY OF THE SAME ACC CAP  gatherings, markets, other fraudulent events... even those I don't like enough to want to sleep with them i still respect their core humanity and register them and remember them too.... " ...
'Over the years Tee, he above all [local] personifies it all ~ industrial worthiness, all fake, but there is money in it never mind social clique cache...  and when he was told a few years ago had enough, waffle... increasingly more corporate-speak waffle .. he bans me from emailing him with my accurate complaint, but keeps emailing m/we.... what a funny old world....
'but Tee...he too, cannot listen "detail!!!!! stop his middle claSS ABSURDIST THING ACC CAP.. [we shall call em the 63%ers.... being they all THINK that they are about 75% up the social scale, despite quite ordinary credentials, largely they once read a Guardian and think it is true.... so, that's minus 8% as starters, never mind their average age....and if you don't understand by 63 that it is ONLY about "peeps" .. the individual mores and propriety even if the underprecariatjammie ones at the bottom 1/3 can't even begin to know such words any more.... turbo capitalism plotting that one quite successfully some decades ago and succeeding, albeit subtly and with superb PR pretending otherwise .... all you ever really do need to say...

' TEE ~ Heeman of a woman.... honestly, look deeper into my eyes .... for some years my whole existence has been based (part time) on gently sniffing out the evidence and filtering it via so sweet it's untrue "approved"  channels, like in with the Hippo God~squad,  CRB checked etc etc.,  no drugs or even cider even if I taught it to smoke to focus the mind.... I mean the PERFECT Tariq Ali approved small scale local journalism operation.... humble enough to blame no one or even claim to be 'citizen' journalists....
' Millions of words, some in extremely carefully and well written comuniques...some even in "our"  political website with official Radio 4 broadcaSTER EYE TO EYE REAL, SEAL OF APPROVAL.... ACC CAP [I HAVE IN WRITING]...all my work really but I never even take the credit, put it the name of Anne Other... for her sincerest benefit...
'Just about local even if wee know archetypal sneakinesses .. I would never out loud say that in fact the busses were cut neigh actually cancelled entirely between here and our [errata, your, i live in the hills, but i know artistic solidarity] nearest cheap shops and banks town BECAUSE of her your Green fuckin County or otherwise far fuckin worthy she thinks seat as w/[me] did the background work and PR, loads....and even had from PRIMARY sources that the Council DID have money to put some of them back on if we made a stink...
' so w/me did... worked on every one of the all the for miles fuckin worthies making sure they were gently well informed doin their fuckin job....  bt what happened.... well I think the story of YUK is they probably spent their official travel allowance of visiting fucking essential "value" Buddha statues outlets rather than on a trip to the Council Offices to get that cash back for the fuckin busses their Facebooks moan have been thieved from 'us'..... I know who the only thief ever was...
'But back to the point Oh, Tee___ Racey one [she is, seriously hot] ... all these worthies.... many of them have shelves bowing from the weight of Naomi and Malkers books... many pretende to have done 'degrees' at places like Bulmer worthy pretend Foundation.... on the environment ... on "localism" as key module...
' so here is the thing...having correctly identified some years ago that what with much more tightarse attitudes to yellow label rates..never mind value sultanas, and a decent bag of ordinary cheap mixed nuts i happily used to live on near other O~ops.... one can only call it simply as this region is by far the poorest officially in the demagogic demographics....why I am happy only hear... flirting with the real tarts rather than the 63%ers who pretend they never were...or understand politics...when its only ever about people.... whom 95% of the time to my own endless surprise i get right... a whole range of erudite careful facts based info flowed from my operation gently into the operations, or kitchens, of those paid to care, or rather ~ the big one, PAID for other goods or services by all the super nice eco locals for years because their customers believed they do always care and spend their days battling the nasty ordinary politicians whom we all know are nasty bastards... for a decade it has been if not directrly, at least vioa their Facebooks "here look at me I care about palestinians and hedgehogs and Pally Hedgehogs so come and buy from my really nice market stall and we can also gossip about how evil the actual politicians are and we will pretend that I am not paid to be one too or head some charity or the like ~same thing in effect in these ages of now just patronage, grant funded......of course they dont battle anyone....
'But... Racey~one.... here is the thing..... the one thing above all that for years i have been spinning to all the pasid worthies, and miscellaneous many a nicely  preached~unto... is the ethnic cleansing eminanting from these very Aisles...
' put it this way, if as I promulgated most intelligently through all authorized local channels and sometimes even buying them a half .. that there were some central big brother which did a sum, along the lines of: that place lighter footfall journeying around the sales ecosystem with fuckin taylor Swift blaring in your ears which is reason enough to sue em.... has a higher proportion of Cherokee jeepzz in the car park than that other one a  few valleys over with higher footfall, lots of rusty bikes outside....  which cannot quite make it over to the drugadict addled Town of ex London junkies [as it isnt described in the tourist so called guide]  where the value items are still ubiquitous a tad more......  and Taylor is on even louder not that such downtrodden volk would dare to complain above the racket....as fascism is sneaky....
And indeed as we know Racey one that a fair few do come in pale from hunger.....
That is what it is..... espesh when all they still ever go on about for some curious reason is Gyppos....

' But your Raciness...... so many times I have had that conversation, even with the probably proper Uni educated Lezzies with time to care they saID THEY HAD.....
'[WHATS INTERESTING THO... THE PEEPS... IN FACT ALTHOUGH ACCIDENTAL ITS WORTHY OF A CAP OR SO... the 63%ers  now two yeas ago if one ever dared to raise serious real subjects like the price of sugar laden crap bread and no more value ferret food they would sneer at you between saying words equating to nothing, i don't waNT TO HEAR...BUT NIOT ANY MORE....IT CHANGED...ABOUT 18 MTHS AGO JUST LIKE THAT SOMETHUING CHANGED.... PEOPLE...THOSE 63%ERS... even them.... when it was not just not trendy it was not alowed to speak truth never mind power...]
'But.... so many conversations, at last for some months one can have  a fairly balanced one.....
' thing is...in at least 100 such chats... 83 of them with people taking cash or kudos to DO something about such disparity, which penalises only the poor non Jeeped or unbussed, or at the very least use their own brain not fuckin Naomi's cutesey latest virus on Facebook [alitoration i do not have good enough mental health not to die from looking at cutsey Kleinisms so never have~ i adore every second of mine no matter what or whom so know where the line of the axe nick across ones own neck is...] and write one good paragraph about the facts..... speculate that some big computer may make such a sum and it really isn't very fair, or 'nice'...
' T.... I had sort of imagined that computer program existed ~ sort of sexed it up, most morally, carefully, wonderful thing having a  kid with a brain and i hope she would always be ashamed if dad was a liar which is definition of civilisation no matter what.... silly bints gaTHERED IN CHARITY SHOPS THATS USUALLY TOO "HARD" ACC CAP CHOP OFF THE FINGER OR MAYBE I SHOULD PULL OFF THE CAplock knob so much still to get to ~ the best bits so typing even faster than ever...but there is a sequence...
' ... you alone.... me i had alliterated as a metaphor really the existence of such ethnic cleaning via price structures to fuck the poor, some computer programmer, told to by his manager in Ethics HQ doubtless in London.... I mean its the job of especially female county Councilors as they as wimmin are good at shopping arent they, know about prices dont they to notice these things or at least listen to w/me.... and then investigate my nasty claims of it being deliberate....
' And..[to cut a long short story short as the sunshines] ... you can read, even off the screen, of it, even know exactly the names of which bands it uses, and how we have gone from previously nice kind "band A" to nasty fuckem and starve em and feed em even MORE chockie, band E, cos they cant afford to shop elsewhere via no longer extant, bus, due Buddhism .... despite their PR.... and are angry about it....'


So, the problem...

with the young ones.... is that for all that shakin about, filled up with virii... and knowing what is what...
They know not that only the older woman has it....and always will, and furthermore... men~on~pause or not....
Can dance...



In The Aisles: 'T_____ take my hand.... and let us[in fact "T_____ "so long I had disrespected her, its all class of course always will be always wazz... or rather "_____", entering her personal large space bubble whatever the triggerists call it, brushing aside her dyed blond wig covering her name badge....   " Ahh, T_____, sorry I never took the trouble to be not so up my own arse and bother with your name, too..."]
'T_____ yes, for a few years nasty bastard stuff spreading spin huge fun after Mister Crystal meth  ...
'But hiding behind the superb arse of a younger sidecar I had trained.... quite by accident not to have such a big one.... and when she saw the results in the mirror she so laughed " whats that! ...i never knew i could have one too..."  there was always good expert political intent which was to feed the info...the facts...into the gobs of ALL cos i know em all and as I joke, tongues and cheeks do go together even if it seems thats a language lost to the American Literalistismification, too,  in the marketplace speeches "Ive slept with half of em too, so I really know em..."... but yes w/me have been feeding this important info to the worthies.... for some years... the county seats w/me knew... know... endlessly... never even stating because poor things bless em it would intimidate, the actual intellectual version which is obvious but they just love the Naomiisation cutsey hyperbole which is that Ayn Rand herself would never have predicted how clever beyond all previous fascist states the state of Grace in the way the smarmy younger marketing executive will spin back at you the razor edged cloth cap and somehow turn it to my advantage that they fucking thieves no longer do two kilos of ferret  food at the same price as Morrisons plus a small bit for a small bit of extra petrol to get to my Wild west plus pay off Mister Meth's coke bill...

[oh yes, now, on pricing and shopzz...... someone rightly once said to me 'oi a BIT ACC CAP.. bristly...almost as if you cared and were going to I dunno, beat someone up, like some poor innocent shopkeeper' ...which is in fact the only thing for seven years which has actually hurt....  as I pride myself on lifelong non violent complaint... anyway far more important, I did listen, even if change is a hard long slog where you do indeed actually have to "practice, as one day you will as everyone does need to trul;y fight for your life" as the grey haired beauty nodded yesteraft at same conveyor ... so the last few years I take no prisoners, and have several very assertive opening lines:
ladies [as they usually are, gathered gossiping in the charity shops or alike]
A: "I only attend really for the banter, but before we proceed, please note two hings
B: Being you still think dinosaurs are real, you may not get this but, men are not capable of...Having been a single parent in effect for fifteen years most enjoyably scraping along at the arse end of the barrel and having a  far fuller life in thiose said years than any richer middle class person i knew or slept with, this was facilitated by I knowing EXACTLY the price of every single basic edible, value item, from standard outlets, never mind  charging band of every charity shop....for a 25 mile radius, plus Llanidloes which was always very very cheapest quality rags  until I overcame my prejudice towards this weird little dump.... you will never fool or charm me ever....
"C, in all references to females, and various gossip associated, with me perraps which is only gossip as in fact you know nothing of my life, please be clear I do not wish to fuck your daughters.... you fine selves, now that may be a different matter,  as categorically, even if none of your whole mad poor lost goddam sex can ever believe ..I only find women my own age range/band actually genuinely sexy/attractive espesh if hair left undyed.... desirable...worth tasking the valuable time to even dream about.... are we crystal Cuban oh clear now...?"
And it is amazing how. shoulders back, eye to eye, just the right charmy smile... it works...you cannot fake truth...rea truth....
......having moved beyond 'power' control and assumption,  the fabulous chats we have.... on the important things, that matter... are wonderful.

And the one last friday was at last the best of the lot ever...

Back to T_____ inabit. It matters...a lot.


Now, what a year dotcom...

The gifts, the fabulous engagements.... the pure sedition [of the subtlest lightly garlic brushed flavours.... so subtle that the sexually confused of The Guardian saturday pages would not know if they were drinking builders tea staring into the eyes of their so called lover, or the most purified expensive Yogi, the so called brand that only the Thai Kings and Queens get to colonise, and ban their plebs even referring to...whilst smiling at all the western children whom colonise the beaches so called in paradise , proppin up theior nasty brand of anti~sedition, sedition......] behind the scenes.
And knowin wimmin.
I mean just yesterluchtime, in any normal year, I would have demanded I joined her in her naked protest...in the Aisles.... I mean in previous times the name Tracey was synonymous with bimbile big hair and loads of dye.....
But no, the world did change, a bit.... even T_____ after all, locally one dare not name names and I am world expert on the line of so called privacy, never mind on that far far better place, the freedom from any need for it if one knows all of em are disloyal, and poor little Ed of the Snowy Russian cull, du~sax.... is never going to figure, despite his truly fabulous courage, so why the fux dinee get the Ignobel for literature..... like as in spreading it around a bit.... even T_____ at the moggy food shelves yesterlunchtime gets it at last ' did I hear you right, luv..... well, if you are thinking about a strike, firstly lets start with the facts.....  and then know this: above all, all your so called supporters, will be 99% bullshit.....and that is being kind....
' But above all, this is the year of the so called Middle Classes, or rather the ones whom think themselves just a few percent above that mean, fifty...middle rump.... and even a yank could do that math, as in if everyone puts themselves at 57.5%, just a bit upper middle, well they can't be....  try to out~cleverism each other repeating the same criminal propaganda out of Muzz Montague's l'Orealian gob.....
 ' when it's just about the people, T______ ...and as you know I quite like to talk, but I have a truly photographic memory in respect of what other bipedals utter out their gobs.... no idea why as I see through em all [perraps, except her, no not T_____ although we shall come back to her one day, i hope]... if I were Gandhi, as occasionally I playfully pretend, even if it is no pretence. as a visitor would in fact easily ascertain...
'The folk..... two or three years ago, fabulous chief sidecick [so above boaRD, AND ABOVE ALL ACC CAP assumptions that she a drug addled drunk, as I only employ grasshoppers who know how dangerous the hedgehogs are to their mental health, and can counteract the serrated edges of their painted on tin hat smile cocked down over the mask when the hair job hasn't quite gone right, thus needing even loads more stolen cash to pay for a higher quality hairdresser... ] she was chief roamer, extremely small p "politicking" in a way that was so purely neutral and in fact rather Jesus~like in nature... about nature, yes, but also about the realities of people and that all are the same vain lost lambies....especially The Greens she 'worked' for, even if of course they are the most narcissistic of all, knowing they are above reproach, especially if you read their Facebooks....  which to any true friend, so called or otherwise, one would say don't: the definition of how to make yourself permanently very ill.... because Uber~narcissism just like lies....either comes and bites you back in the bollocks sooner or later, or drives you straight up to the loony bin up the hill.... often of course after a little collateral damage spread in thine wake ....
'Anyway, ode to T______  ...FUCK IN ELL LUVVVVVV!!!! BIG BIGHUG...DESPITE YOUR BIGTUM.. [not acc cap] ...now, for 3.5 years, I have been the "nasty bastard" in charge of spreading nasty rumours about the pricing structure of regional O~ops....  and what with rather a lot of other extremely small p people matters i have been journeying through, and no it was no "adventure" as they are all so predictable... espesh the middle classes [we shall disagree with their self assessment as just above the fat rump as they all default to internally] who have near driven me mad the last six months with their promises [to have solidarity] and clever interpretations of what is never about the system, politicians or in fact Dai hash, its about THEM..... their willingness to LET fuckin Milton Keynes broker endless tanks n guns to Missusactua L'oreal inhabiting Assad's bloke etc...Yemen...etc...
'but far more importantly, the "local" ~ the way  ..just one example, people let their feelings and default to reasons NOT to do things always get in the way, not me luv, even if talk about climbing Mount No fucking way ever ..i got my young man in place as sort of apprentice a few weeks ago... over a year it took me.... there are others I should have got ion there as i know the wisdom there is far better than the negatives also there which is all that life is....
' and i knew, he, was, and one hopes will remain, indeed be encouraged, there...a true Free Thinker..... despite his rather dificult background...
' anyway you, luv.....fuckin ell..... I mean FUCK ME... for 3.5 years I have spun that one... with good Socialist intent, which in my world is defined by I have absolutely no problem with right wing fascists like Tories, but it's the ones who sell themselves as "The Ethical x, why or zed" as your esteemed employer did for over two decades....when ... I mean take your ginormous colleaugue, never mind the three layers of plastic, when one would do just fine,  around their so called fish sticks us tramps sometimes need to eat....
'The Hippo...for several years we have been bantering at the check~err~out..
'I always gravitate to her conveyor belt usually with the opening quip " I know you're the fast one...luv" ...and then we normally get on to the subject of the day which a few months ago reached new levels when I asked her to call the manager as the way they were using her ginormous breasts as an advertising platform, apart from breaking all tenets of feminism their worthy org years ago would have cocked a snoop at and smugly advertorialised, "no not us ever", was genuinely traumatising me.... not knowing whether i should be looking or not.... and that is sexist.... so rather than do as I asked she gets on to the way that said t~shirt ["do they MAke you wear it?"] highlights the asymmetrical nature of her ten tonners..." here,. look, I'll show you.." and far more importantly, mere flesh being just part of nature.... we got to the nub of it in that conversation: "now look, this really is a genuine shock, how regressive and sexist it all is, we DEALT with this kind of utilization of mammaries as marketing tool fuckin thirty five years ago. Period.... even if radio 4 seems to think they can get even more listeners making it about them too,. and clever new cutsey campaigns and books....  I mean i love looking for interesting lawsuit material, even if onlya  scoundrel ever goes to it.... but legal cases are just part of the great PR gig in the sky full of whatever... but this one, example of the fuckin  snide hypocricy and no propriety ever any more is best pair of unequal contenders i think I have ever seen....you could be dfamous... on radio 4 for years as leading the pack, generally by dint of girth.... fighting the true fight... I mean every time you turn the fuckin thing on there is some pathetic unreal woman complaining about wolf whistlin or more likely looking for grant funding to start up a new virus about it.... "
[you had to be there, the look in her eyes... that look that only the Aleppan, seeing the little black circle half a mile up, not elongate, but remain a circle, enlarging...as her left one, or was it right, drooped even further such that the strap at laST GAVE... ACC CAP]
'  well, i wish someone would wolf whistle at me.....'



'  


minus two and a half.....

(i still feel guilty at my 'recycling' of the thermo~meter)...
Now there is very little that can have me wandering around between the udders pinching their milk, and laughing raucously out loud, but, to shorten, sumarise into a quick powerpoint: 'cake, footstamp like a footstampy child!' and 'eat this dry crust you fuckin anti~garlicmuncher philistine plebs' really is fun.....  

the jottings of ...

that 'other'.
So, how fascinating, all of it. Even if for now all it comes down to is how criminal is the BeBC in their hyperbolic crisis mongering, with their 'it will get maybe down to minus eight..' As the gathered Woodlanders were a~muttering yesteraft, those couple of degrees between minus one (now) and maybe minus five, are all that matters. If you've been austerilised which of course a mere Loachian Palme D'Or up a Tory's bottom,  is just a tickle just how they like it.

Monday, 28 November 2016

uhh my fave words: " the shadow Homey will be on inabit...;

.... except when she has said the word, nutjob..... all she does need to say.... my own life is a million times more fun than they could ever dream up...
And another fine old woman saturday lunchtime: 'halt..... now YUK is one~day~a~month they think that any initiative once a month or even fortnight will so called help and instruct chidlren for example....no if you mean it you will be taking your nutjobs out into the sunshine and up the hills swo they may haver a chance of getting over their so called (so the 35 year old wimmin say) plague of nuttiness and telephhonitis.......i don't care what letters you have on your business card.....facts luv...once, or five at least times a month...facts, we know as you know...her.... your ex neighbour my great heroine....facts....once or five?! ...'

and the sun is out..... every ray counts this time of year even when no matter how many risky situations you put yourself in in one day.....I mean the label would be fabulously useful for benefit or other general keep em off yer back reasons..[as 35 year old scion of community agreed eye to eye......but I am clinically incapable of even a ripple of their so wrongly called...depression no matter what....or whom...

kiss kiss byebye



Well, i knew about that [innix] meaning of life....

A long long time ago, firstly with the adorable wanker ~ oh yes she was with her dyed catholic roots..... who despite her actually, no me, i never ever would, givin me the eye despite her being very married....but then ten years ago cirx wow what a fuckin ballet ina  moment .....all we dicovered in the back of mine, how stupid central Marleybone Keystones were, my lovely old purple one parked exactly outside their very very busy front door, and en~glasserated windowise canteen....and they never even noticed the hours and hours of the windows being far far too steamed up for any natural causes....
And by the time she had finished not letting it get stuck anywhere only reserved for him whom in faCT SHE DENIED EVEN EXISTED..... ACC CAP... well it sure was purple as hell talk about the definition of 'good'.... with errands.....  just popped out on one she probably told rich restauraneur~kim too....

Anyway the definition of a screwed up daughter of the so called gentry, or indeed anyone not at utter peace with life is that it is completely impossible ever to make 'plans' in other words, yes, someone with a brain may come along in place of the hubby who technically never existed as surely words, denying.... have some meaning, even if heck thatsa  funny old theme innit.... or i wish i still had those texts dotcom.... because they were so lovely..
Anyway rewind, someone who cannot ever make a plan of course just like telephonitis is the only legal definition that radio 4 should ever allow every time ~ i.e. every 3 minutes, someone complains of so called depression....
If you cannot pickitup as you know that there is no conceivable way in the  history of all the lost loves ever since fuckin nasty bastard Dante went and invented em..... even if every simgle one of em ever were lined up at the telephone box ready to repledge undying luv... you still wouldnt feel better, is the only clinical definition Ive ever known of depression which is any good....or curtainsdrawn daYS ON END ALTHOUGH THERE COULD BE OTHER REASONS FOR THAT.... ACC CAPPETY CAP...
And the definition of so called  happiness is certainly making plans, being happy enough, to... or looking forward to them.
Anyway what shall I call her> hmm...Little Miss Party Planner.... despite hmm what about sixty five surely at least ...
I mean within ten minutes of wandering off, to where I had planned for some weeks to revisit only as a master of journalsitic investigation is in someone told me that the previous venue, despite their racist slurs, was almost entirely grabbed off The Poles number one recipient of EU so called aid, still..... and i habve never met one who needs it....  
Even if seems that a long time ago I alone got to see what, they want..
back...
courtesy Mister Canaletto
Their business but be fuckin honest about it....
Anyway wandering from one so called new venue over to the only reason I came to see the previous shutters down..... I do not understand, still. Because so many a distraction rearing her beautiful head and biting yer ass.
One day too~whit I shall return as I do think it is the definition of poignancy (no one will ever guess so fuck off and die with your assumptions), And Grace indeed.
Which comes along a mere ten minutes later, taking me by her arm, to her cashpoint, not even shielding her numbers....
Because there is a word called instant trust ~ Mr and Missus even if she is a grannie, St Ex.... meet themselves in the mirror.
And then within a few minutes are discussing (me leading of course i have no fear of any of them except those truly luvved whatever the fuck that is....) ' well if you don't believe my perfect lifestyle choice to smell beautifully, when i need to, I mean having a  plan B just in case the woodstore was shut but never those fuckin planZ like to be bombarded with five fabulous women in about 24 hours, and that talk too, and even some interesting actions...  smell me...' and of course The Missus (st.X) hesitated not....
'so how old are you then I mean this friend of mine, needs a real man like you..prepared to take ME on, and not blink...
'...shes just the right side of sixty so ...'
'no the only women even with other options i ever truly desire are same age group....even if humanity now seems defined by their neuroses that such a true thing is impossible ...in their sick little pea~minds....'
' as long as she will understand the poetry contained in the dreams i have on my old sofa where half the bastards of the region have been sired over the years.... or just the mad poetry in it all, that sorry even WB imself wouldnt ave an ope of getting just a fraction of it down...in one 24hr period....... never mind some crappy old bad neigh most IgnNobel luvsong writer could even dream of all that busy here and there traveling....like technology only steals your creativity...unless you have just the right little bit and no way ever after teatime ...   '

Actually come to think of it if there are angels, and i don't think like this ever as i want it to be all a pack of lies.... fuckin ell, Missus X .... well, we have an appointment a week from the day we met, '9am sharp!'
And there is only one definition of being at total peace, even if she saved me from lament, espesh as i told one very very small lie about there being a couple of others....(well it is complicated just like any good sermon)  but that was a lie designed and so many days neigh weeks, even taken to focus group down the O~op and my elderly advisor's advice to the contrary i ignored...  pondered over....to de~stress the non~situation.....

And don't be ....tbc

Exactly, stop; no Start [innix..]

Near seven years ago I explained the meaning of life is quite simply that as long as everything is ticking over ok, duties generally done, perraps a few Christmas presents nicked from an unattended so called bookshop having run out of cash ~ for the right reasons, as in for decades I waste no time on abusive substances or even telly, just plod along happily with duties ~ those timeless ones....  [ i had forgit that, what a lovely ironic little tad of a memory]...  but 'part time' is important, certainly when it comes to thinking and jotting, as in yesteraft even if not in the mood, all right moods having been adventured among the twenty four hours prior, or maybe just the grey.... what a wander up into the hills, only planning an hour, but the three of them engender the best chat ever....

Anyway thats another episode I may get to one day, but back to the Start...
' I am happy if i can just be left alone as I have ensured quite a few years gone by, to properly concentrate on some of what comes out of the radio gobs Monday morning about 3 mins past nine....always! ~ prior to Mister Superinjunction failing to be culled by nature and her good causes, generally speaking there would be a fair bit of interesting chat, Bragg shouting at them to shut the fuck up if they got above their stations and ever believed too sincerely in their own take.... or even better as he does these days the mocking deride in the off the cuff flick of his hair at them between the pulling out of their hedgehog spines one by one and with such grace flicking them back towards their own blinkin eyes....usually a bullseye.... I mean Marr, its in the name..
Anyway me is far more interesting, so,. yesteraft, aside the most peaceful place by far in the nearby foothills, on the way to the Higherlands... only one other person has sat with me and dangled her toes metaphorically in the calm waters in front of us; ' yes that's, it... that is all you want in life....those two feelings, real ones, almost exact opposites, within twenty four hours, they balance each other out, however each of them is two fabulous and real not to just leave all of life in that one twenty four hours....and that book, that one.... the one which although my scholarliness has serious holes innit, i do believe wAS ONE OF THE EARLIEST ACC CAP  printed works of sedition/ blogerithm, which fucked off so many fuckin fundamentalists, just round the corner, that they sought bloody revenge just around the corner in rather unpleasant ways....  even if in the end it is said to have transformed society ina  good way, which i think we can say is one of the few moral claims to have been shown to be in the main true.... or at least a genuine Enlightening period...

Anyway word, in writing, are one thing.... two feelings perfectly balancing each other when you were in fact planning to avoid all humanity for some time,  because I have far far better things..../todo for a bit now I am at last so perfectly simplified and organised,  especially in a world where all the fucking mongers of one thing and another are so 'literal', or just incapable of reading and pondering a deeper meaning, that they would not understand that the entirely true words 'I wander down to the marketplaces LESS the last few months, than i did before~ for some years in fact i liked to roam looking for interesting folk, sort of... ' are for the very beast of reasons.... and any fuckin 3 year old could work out the actual reason, which is not a negative reason....
Certainly not for any lost pride or discomfort; one could tritely say quit whilst ahead, and in my world 'ahead' these days means only one thing, hearing a few unexpected wise words..... which reminds me...my own VHS tape of me hahh hahh so many years I havent watched it ....and as it was on the BBC thankfully I hadnt the facilities to watch, don't have to thioughtfully trim out the adverts.. ....waiting for the right moment. The right moment where the soul* has reached ... the pure balanced state of knowing what in fact balance is.... because it is lived.... exactly.... within 24 hours of time spanning the whole universe.... or at least the bit that isn't witches crap and rather too murky to show up even in the very best telescopes so we pretend it is so called 'there'.... or at the very least pretend it solves the so called equation of all the matter in the so called universe  not being footstampy with the bit that's so fat it hoggs the playground see saw, arms crossed, sulky, redfaced, 'my sweeties, ALL of em.. and it'll take at least [hmm whats the math, 96% izzit we dont know what it is?] twenty of you on the other end of it to balance my fat arse that in fact is parentssss', Jen, s'fault ...cos there is ALLways a way to stop the kids getting ruined by them, or other things or screens, too.... if you dedicate the time to it rather than trying to catch viscous sharp elbowed  rats...even if you do have to get topped up by so called benefits.... there is only one 'morality' and it isn'y 'so called'....  

Stop, 'Halt!' .... because I don't think that ever I have been so pleasantly fulfilled,  such that I never even noticed it was Monday morning, three past nine....til half past nine....
And only actions, or the opposite of action, hmm whats that? what not.... what you do not do.... is real. Matter. say, everything....you ever needed to know. Some of which has to be spied using his magnifying glass cos it goes and curls itself up into a really tight little ball of fun, pretending to be a full stop at the end of the lacunae paragraph staring you in the face, between the lines....

(god I have just neaR MADE MEE HUMBLE acc cap self cry that is such beautiful prose sortof  - the tongue in cheek, trebble meanings in some of the above words is so good, unplanned! always...poignant, as if her red hair were draped over the keyboard between punches thrown.... so lovingly....)

Equation: within 24 hrs, unplanned, no way i only go anywhere to go and fuckin post things of late, or get my grub, or go and revisit my free wood store and he was closed Saturmorn, up there over the hills and not too far away always my fave place, last Sat open!;  a dollop of such randomly gifted 'listening' love... kindness.... never expected.... felt all Friday afternoon like a world where it had never been just about what you can afford to buy or not, as buying had not been invented, only giving..... what I had not noticed, despite fuckin nuclear hawkeyed the one thing on my very short list. of just one thing left a sort of necessity, to replace those stolen,  for months I had missed   ...but she listened, and noticed.... and although clearly a bit nervy..... when i was gone on my mission, she acted. Balances, a perraps sadder matter...  two feelings, real ones. certainly not jouneyed to find. Pathetic, antithetic, but certainly make up a whole...person. And as thats the fuckin deal...get over it..... it certainly means all moaning should be outlawed for good. Especially  ..if...but that's for later.


*fuck off if you think this is some New Age fuckin Buddhist claptrap tract you are at the wrong weblog~chronicles,  because anyone who claims they understand any of it, espesh that bit, is a fundamentalist tyrant dictator and sometimes you have to say of dictators, well maybe more 'good' than ball twisting 'bad' in him/her  before you go on the wireless being Hitchens...
However in fact trigger warning, as the most interesting thing by far for some years I have regularly encountered (and there is caTEGORICAL acc cap evidence in interviews with for example owner of world famous localish guitar shop [His missus] 'oh yes the thieving space cadets we have a load of them in
here these days i mean our kit is fuckin expansive and when they so earth Mother/beautiful people of the one true way, generally selling expensive yurts at Hay Festival/ pretend they havent sold their own kids, or at least used them as blackmail material, so as to but their second banjo in as many months..... yes, we know all about...them.... even if the wireless a few weeks ago had them down as a flock of fuckin angels.....' ...is so so much fun, its unreal...... and i have some adorable chronicles of a hell of a lot of it.....  and being boredom forced me this year of nowt happened, back in time, to overcome my SADLY STILL A BIT AC CAP in~ate gnawing little prejudices such that even I [pure communist theses days, the kind that wasnt perverted by brandy sozzled Georgians]....  ' there is no way on earth the so called Bible of the so called [fake in YUK] left is gonna be other than utter waffly victim~laden petit Bourgeois unreadable garbage....

Some' wrongs' ..are so beautiful, they even match, her....

Because, no...of course they are wrong.... as long ago heralded, as if the Angels could speak and make any sense...

Le Rock Punk was not invented on the twenty sixth of No way vembre....  or at least so called 'popularised' in the Aisles of the shops that day..... someone else, a true Queen....got there first.... and her arse is allowed to expand out of that so called 'mini skirt' which the so called trolls are still debating why it may or may not be a matter of sexual repression or indeed an actual mini skirt....

Oh yes now..... trigger warnings......  they are going to have to invent a new term for them. because I have found a way in..... I mean really 'in', in...using of course the number one nasty pseud rag, That guardian, in fact roll it up and stick it up her redheaded crack so as to stem the flow of crap within that pseuod notion, the whole of YUK education failing to know that emotion...changes.....do forget it and certainly dont fix it on the curriculum .. cos you cannee...... because of course, they in fact recommend her (seen Satureve....despite my prejudices ~ they found a way around...)....and so much fabulous violence against her, innit..... nothing I have ever sat and earned a WATCH OF HAS MADE ME SO DAMN HAPPY~ THAT RATHER PERFECT POIGNANCY AND PREGNANT EVERYTHING IN A RED DRESS AND THE RIGHT KIND OF LILT..... JUST WHEN YOU KNEW THERE WERE NO WORDS.....A VERY OLD IRISH MAN HAD DELIVERED THEM MANY A YEAR AGO, OUT OF THE GOB OF A YANK WHO PREVIOUSLY ONE AVOIDED.. ACC CAP OOPS WELL AS i AM ON YET ANOTHER NEW KEYBOARD THATS ALLOWED.....

By the way how is a man, a real one...to tolerate such conditions....

Being as the smug little OCD ill sexually weird cos they never got the homos to do it properly, Gitteratti of the interweb have gone and fuckin fiddled (this weekend, just gone, of all..long in my mental diary which long only had one day innit...well thatsa little porkie as there was only ever one anniversaire....LE dix~septie{opposite of cute}me du douzie{opposites of cute attract perraps}me mois... ) with my Blogger so called inter~fucking~face..... so I ahve to think between words spouted out which is not a good thing....

oh ...shit.... i never turned on Youtube autoplay, but.... just sometimes America is allowed to fuck with your happy state of mind......


So - so, I only begin a day of words with so called 'so' just to....

ironically dig at some goddess of The Words, or other....
And of course it comes true just a few days ago I heard some young smarteratti goes and demands, neigh begs, no, 'never is a frightening word' ...... 'never again should we use izzzz or errs......' , we erred...... well I eard..... and I ear.....
And I eard....
And I mean if there was ever a day in the diary, for that naughty little so called sublime to come true.... and a day to meet, or rather take coffee and cake ~ all those grindings, in my case I don't need them sweetened because every slightest gritty bit, well.....
I mean is there a  word: nemisii?..... thats several of them Jen*... A couple in one hour! Or perraps even three....
Well I have just like that several new meanings of life and one of them is real because there is an equation, hmmm must write this one up well one day, and there will be 'one day' there must be, even if the actual meaning of life is knowing that at any time some old thing in broad daylight, too old to see the small screen, and clearly too old to see you on the road in front of him when you are off Satermorn to your so many years favourite little town, just to go and visit the (errata mine, private) recycled woodstore....bookshelves to make...(write it and it will come true someone once said) : and its fookin closed, so you end up in other places....roaming.
Provisional first draft, as is all jotting for near seven years, of the only equation a human being ever needed to live within: one day, a hell of a day, even if completely against all plans and plots, for a year for~damn Rita's sake....  far too many truly interesting small things keep happening to allow me the only plan, which is to get the  notes down into an actual first draft.... in fact they are so pathos flavoured, poignancy percolated, tragedy as if their lacunae were a stray bristle on their beautiful chins and despite pretending to be only natural beauty, the maintenance of said crumpet requiring a magnifying glass, that missed it....
Anyway so first draft, there you are..... a few days ago sat with the old man, so many years awaiting that audience.... he must surely know by now?!
I mean sixteen seventeen  years ago I managed to battle with him over his ill gotten gains and extract quite a few hundred of them my way, or in fact the smiling nipper she would take from him his plastic and stick it in her little slot....
And glow, and of course he glowed back and forgot the few tenners sadly necessary to stick on the bill so that one may stick in her god something a bit more sustainable as Primrose Hill down the road plotted tom come and take over MY health food shop, and then immediately add a fuck of a lot more than inflation, to the price of our...bread.....

(add inabit, god i have that line, and poise, and hyper~bowl of cherries so well honed nowadays, i think they now know to believe me.... [first its the look, if I don't 'love' whatever the fuck that is, someone, it's easy, and of course timing is part of it too, the perfect 1.35 second silence before delivery of the line, counter#gaze held firm in the sights: ' luv....I was a single parent, happily making do and  even mending fences occasionally for a part time living, for 15 [essentially, but that would complicate it in their dumbed down minds, so we don't add that pronoun in] years...I know the price of everything for 25 miles, all the basics.... and one or two of the occasionally required luxuries for said liege [we definitely better not use that word any more as soon it will be classified along with garlic, being that Marmite was always a fake gaschamber qualification,   because never believe what they say..... ever, but what you can smell under their armpits or even more fancy places, post goblin, is proof....  of truth and no disloyalty, cos....you either like so called Jenny Foreigner grub, or you don't....as the Assizes never mind so called Supreme courts will if they have their way, in their Dreams
chose....

Anyway where was I no more tangents EV fucking ERRRRR
 Because....
So there we were a few days ago well actually a week ~ I MEAN TALK ABOUT About acc cap....  a week flies by as if a lifetime inhabits it, andf in fact all it wants to do is snuggle up on the very very old [she loved that bit as I was helping her saturday midday with hers: ' well that is kind of you to offer me this, yours...as I said its so lovely...perfect, all you need in life would be snugglin up on this one with you {and this was in front of the man i always say when i meet him " luv... demand a fuckin maSSIVE DISCOUNT AS i HAVE THE BLACKMAIL MATERIAL ON HIM, HE ACC CAP... smokes in his so called charity, barn.... inside and we look each other eye to eye and I say "Mister Benn said into mine, as he scrawled graffiti next to the sign that said 'no grafitti or its off to The Tower for you matey...some rules are for breakin.".... but my love we can get your discount even a rich old tart like you..... or in fact let me refraze that....you know, its all, espesh the cash...just a game..
' no my old sofa, so worn the wood pokes through like the bones of your rather fabulous boney arse.. from the rich tart roaming .... up and down your "1250 feet" as you say, hill... you see it is the stories.....when i was given it I was also told that even if they may all be mad and bad and dangerous to know,  half the locals were over the years sired on my very couch..... and as of course all siring is generally done in something equating to love, and innocence.... or that lead spermy at least knows no evil.... just does what it was born for.... I will never know a sofa upon which it is such a pleasure to just collapse at nine of the evening most evenings...no matter what your so called sex  may put me so called through.... and every dawn its only ever hmm seven and a quarter no thats not enough, which is something you would wish to share with Eve herself if she wasn't made up..... 'eight is great.... '
'My sofa.... is life....and real life is knowing that unfortunately there aren't even half effective nemisiii around any more so ...dot dot dot tbc...so I always sleep well..... no matter what...'

However....
(the equation next, all word prior this point, just practice and waffle, I did tell her, the fabulous rich old roamer [Like me an actual real Saint Exupe{cute, but i aint got time to go and open rather good but slow and unnecessaril;y complex Libre Office to get a so called symbol out cos Oggle hates 'diversity' so only speaks yank} ry, too...., the meaning of life)





Friday, 18 November 2016

A month shaved off the planned 'year' ...jobfin, holiday and complete box up all the slaves and forget em.... how curious that phrase from twenty five of themago often echoes ~ him I liked him, and his I will just take a year off on the dole then..... and write my memoirs. Rather than pay up your expensive lifestyle as well as my kids....
I know full well, the only true Queen of deception is the one who you still think of as your very best influence. Which shows nowt is ever just so.
... a pint, check.... hmmm I deserve to treat myself to a damn good meal....

Soon it is time for the new name.

so, why does she [innix] lurk?

[ a lot] Apart from supposedly having kids, and a fine hubby.... is it not a bit obvious over quite a few body language conversations that interest is not there....electricity does not exist.... anyway nuthin to do with me, long agpo gave up on every one of them...furthermore  ~ there is actual behaviour and, the minds of others.
All I know is that I am a naughty boy because for a several weeks I have cycled past the above, even if chucked by the many a scummy so called democrat who lurk unfortunately even here  ... but that's their behaviour..... mine was just as bad not picking it up especially as I knew for some time it would come in handy.... and all muck washes off.... and at last the photo long planned and most needed ~ a tower like babel, a clump of em, a future, a past who knows because its never up to me, is done....though I have no conceivable idea why, which is the deal..... is done.
All waste, when it isn't vanity, is just laziness.... and you have to organise your batteries behind a colour code too, such that recharging plans can be done without even looking ~ in yer sleep good as..... and the great tragedy of life is I've only ever met one person who knows that too....a chap of course. Thats a very MissoJenny fact, get it arrested for being so uncomfy....

So, if there is a definition...

(los of holes, too much to tell in even one full day sitting) of so called 'hate' it is I would take a punt, the feeling of envy?; disgust~not really even if a valid in fact actual feeling, exasperation perraps ~ just a form of 'envy' really.... that despite...... no, as so many times related to the ghost, 'no.... no matter how uncalled for in real life, the distractions....  no matter how others may be 'angered' .... I bet you would hate it if you knew that every one indeed was almost a godsent lifesaving distraction.... because being in the abyss no one plucking at the bungee chord trying to get noticed, or even just ice cubes chucked, to warm up an absolutely zero soul..... because past 35 i don't think any soul really is one unless it has descendant souls to fret about....  did the opposite of what perraps intended....

Now thats a point..... two chunks of seven year itches ago i had on my notepad a few things.... and now at last my office is exactly back to where it was then, in other words interim periods of itch have been well and truly scratched in that way its only ever pleasure.... I must find that so seminal talk, which I guess just as with the so called productivity of that wonderful fiddling with the DNA over there proves to be, just like flossing, hedgehog knickers.... and the net effect of all their clever GM tech indeed just more chemicals, of the nasty sort, not more grub.....proves, in fact there is a good purpose in writing or at least diseminating some pearls of never quite entirely wisdom as there is no such thing... but a truly useful bit of help the self....
Of course utilitarian philosophy or a right narky bitch in charge, whom the hell knows which? No one I know,  may state, ehh to 'succeed' to then lose..... is worse as Homer or his factory of scribes knew.... than to have lost in the first place....  so maybe that one line that changed my life well put in a rather good little bit of self chronicling 'when you can't get through with excellent well supported proven rational approaches or words or even behaviour..... well, do the opposite, to who you truly are....' even if there must always it seems now be one codicil trigger warning: you may be addicted and only indeed know eastenders type aggression and  voluble spitting and melodrama...... but I am the fella stood next to the guy 4000 years ago moaning and melodramatising a fuckin levee break or reservoir breach and making it all hyped up and woe is poor mee.... saying quietly to myself....  even if I were the last man on earth I would never even beat myself up, never mind do myself or anyone else in....
all acts of violence are not included, ever.....
which in real life rather than that imagined by the thought police who think its going to be a long new career for them being they havent got any original thoughts, and anyway are too young to make them up, being fifty is not only the new anything its in fact the only time you can vaguely start to make any real wise sense of anything so you should be thrilled thinking of all those unfulfilled sage rolls  .... is the real upsetting thing, which the real trigger warnings need to be neon lit above....


Anyway that bit unfinished and is an interesting not even 'reverse psycho' aspect to it all..... and my only question: so do they, the damaged and quite sturdy but imagining rents throughout their crystalline structure, really need always a messy swamp? full of broken glass and very very sticky stuff....

Their problem.... one thing I know is the definition of narcissism is someone who cannot even ponder or say anything intelligent to ' you make the mistake of thinking I am you... no I aint....' which appears to be no longer understandable to them  in which case its epidemic....

But then art.... hmmm..... the long long long planned artwork....indeed almost a 'sculpture' .... at last I am ready! And the most important bit of it of all, is that unseeable side....  that no matter what distractions; so many perraps opinions of others (who of course as we enter deeper into the age of fear, no one dares ever express intelligently, as in discourse...so hate is just a euphemism for not taking the time to explain properly ones side of the argument or discover a bit more carefully the holes in yours...)
That not one word or act or turn up for the books in any other in any way has detracted from the initial thought of what the artwork is about.....
doesn't mean it will achieve anything.... thats where the a of adventure comes in.....
But I do nowt until i ponder it for a long long time...... con~seat is just knowing that other people agreeing or saying so will make you feel better about yourself....for real....longterm.
No, its the exact opposite.... how curious we are.....




conceit, define...

oh that's very hedgehoggy, in fact con~seat really define is pretending someone sooner or later, just as they discovered that in fact forty years of flossing and being told you are evil by the hedgehogs, and bad for society, using up resources people in real teeth rot need need, which of course they wont tell you as that bit of common sense preaching clearly got forgit by the gits who think democracy doesn't need a qualification.... unless you do it, won't come up with a far better understanding, maybe....  con~seat is not allowing yourself the occasional rejoinder of, there is no such thing as a person who won't have something useful to pass on, such as lids are for putting on so as not to trouble electrons more than entirely necessary......  and that no matter how together one may have been, no one is perfect and beyond learning some useful new habits.... and that the habit and info is of course in a seperate universe to the feelings whatever they may erroneously be, to the habit  preacher..... so love the habit and info always and every preacher has a good bit...or so....

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con~seat would be not smiling at the utilitarianism in all ones foes, and woes.... but I think 'hate' would be in the going heart of the person who found out that in fact all so called negative cracks in the crystal [why do I forget crystals? I mean if there were one perfect allegorical metaphor for the peeps who in days gone yore may have done the long boring hard work of counterbalancing the fascists, as they did.... setting up Unions and setting up private libraries when the state went and wasted all the cash on the chief Librarian's gold plated pension and legal coverage fees when he is a moron [thats another book] .... in other words the gentler, sorted...
Gentle .... hahh i didn't note it.... three years it has taken me to arrive at this moment, exactly to plan, and in fact a month early....
anyway crystals, the reason there are no fuckin buses left is that rather than start a union to save the busstops, that sort who in preveious generations may indeed have done that rather hard boring work,  went and looked into some badly sandpapered crystal and either thought they could see issues in its construction, and then spent the rest of their lives bleating about it as perfect metaphor for needing loads of cash to get it fixed on the couch, or started flogging them to others just as sucker and lost....
Lost in the American perversion of reality that it can all be fixed..... ehh, well..... lets just say net effect is a really fabulous phrase.

Or maybe what con~seat really is, is that simplest thing, of when you are, seven years ago, so curiously 'happy' and in fact enjoy the fact that you have your act together so much that having spent your just below average income always on one little crit, and the education, and adventures and even rather a lot of journies too adventures, as no one else would... and not 'allowing' too much screen time, which is a euphemism for being too lazy or eatsenders~distracted to ensure that most of the time other more energetic activities such as the endless rotting inherent in nature, be it the well renovated ferret cage needs renovating yet again.... which is nowt to fret about...
just do it or the ferrets get owt...
 take precedence and in so being precedent mean little ones have little energy left to bother with their creens...or if they are onem will likely fall to sleep half way through the second click...
Anyway yes happy, is also with 'authority' as twinset ... knowing that few people are sorted enough to always have the right sized spanner along with you in the motor, same place for quick location....always.... so that the every 10 minutes necessary last few hours left of the battery, swapping them over, getting the act so together no matter what, such that one persists and gets the most out of those last couple of near dead batteries.... is never something to feel any shame or




Indeed, failure

I mean, the so called 'privacy' of someone...dead.... and I couldknee even echo down a decade a bit and predict that madness.....

lets just hope that she, seventy eight years ago, starting it all perraps and certainly ending it all, in her cotton field, is smiling wherever consciousness is co~located at the ridiculous conceit of the whole project....

Anyway back to the con~seat..... fuck off over to the corner, snuggle down into it with a rug over you if necessary so as not to trouble any more electrons into all those unnecessary journies around, turn it around so you can't be distracted...and peruse.... indeed, 'redemption' ...indeed anyone who uses such a shallow term even if it may clever smartie pants be truer in it's original of think twice... neigh even 'change your mind' ...
 I mean just look at that, what a gift, even if I need not a one more ever as the stack of em is now so beautifully towering and curated into the next decade busily having fun with all of em....
Indeed a few weeks ago, possibly in the bath, ' exactly! eureka, being as every so called journalist, now, which means everyone nearly, wishing to broadcast the first thing that comes into their silly gob, which in fact means in the main aping something dreamed up by some Harvard public relations graduate studies fascist three odd decades ago.... for their dreams of money.... so they have the choice to go and get themselves deep frozen just in case.... which is always going to be expensive.... 
'Anyway, journey..... long long ago spied that thing [the scientists are just catching up on] that flavours of words matter.... 'journey' is a word that the drippy girl or potential chopitoff sat in the corner of a party may cloy her [/it]way into avoiding the present by being stuck in the smiley future at the end of that so called journey... and it smacks of success, and smiley pictures taken on the summit, or at least at the fake hippy shack selling expensive tea [relative to local value of cash rates] at the end of the long pathway in the foothills... when that far more apt word, adventure, is the one that is the ten times truer description of the whole shooting match...everyone knows that adventures can leave you with blood on the tracks, crawling into the rosebush aside the pathway for shade as you take your last breath..... having taken a 'wrong' step...which isn't of course cos all steps are just pitter patters around the parsons nose of the Black Swan....

ANyway what a lovely moment, being even JP and AR agree that all journalists should be locked in a very dark room, maybe even an elevator with some mad bouffanted every other second changer of the mind sat atop with hacksaw ....... and told to  grow up, and reconsider their crimes.... in my book one main one using the word journey (i think i counted six times in three minutes one new labour new intake U.W.E. no doubt mindfucked  moaner was it on 'hate', or bad words, or was it on no no one will ever find enough cash for the so called interventions now so called 'needed' for about a third of the under 35s ....so that their minds are not hidden behind drawn curtains day after day..... when in fact that 'model' of existence was never financially viable, unless all those lovely foreign care workers are prepared to do it out of the goodness of their heart rather than for the cash to but a new engine for dad's falsher car back home...
And that even P~Di's kitchen table hasn't done that basic sum yet, means ...something.
***

Failure, is in fact just a failure to get distracted with a  solution to something else concomitant with the whole big simple time immemorial project..... cos there are always loads of em to keep the inquiring mind busy with (part time, always, only ever, that's the key!) 

*** hmmm..... I have about ten versions of this image over the last three years, and as there are over ten levels of pathos, con~seat, pain, and denial, and success! lovely success i wouldn't know where to start in this age of en~titling everything..... but there's a book onnit all.... a very very good one. That matters.... and it certainly won't be including the word binary

Indeed, failure.....

I suppose as her plane veers between clouds over Harvard, as they will irritate her too, as does the idea of rotting away.....  on the way over to their West Coast, so called heaven....oops one little problem, I mean if there is one place where you don't want to wake up in 'ten twenty or two hundred years' well..... I know why, i 'taint never gonna be the place of using every word to stab in the back the perfectly ordinary pain of the canker .... which always fails in the end, so you just end up a so called addict...

Hahh, some trite little git on yet another fuckin Jesus pity~mee, woman priest hating, death cultist who never did his homework, which courtesy of one Lord about the only one who can ever Bragg of being any good....   is indeed in all probability about two thousand years late, or at least just a fey interpretation of the Bill Gamesh who clearly started it all, all that faking it for clicks, supposedly stood there moaning about the floods taking away all but him....even if I can't be bothered to recall who the moaner actually was/is......and its that IS that's the thing as once one of the dreadful two legs realises there is cash in piety......well, he goes and seeds a whole four millennia

*
industry of the stuff....
However it's fun to go around to marketplaces stating to the beards of the Pharisees, 'Its sad you see all along just like me, at last I know who you are, just yet another fuckin Assyrian.....moaning, looking for pity, complaining, lonely, and used by [the interesting bit] the loads of copyright hackers that came along and did new versions or slightly changed versions of that so called first great novel...just like your rather immature version of it all...'
Anyway yes some pious prat, I mean this land used to be firmly, A: secular, and B: nearly atheist...which shows that history is always poised to jam itself into reverse gear if its brakes are low on the necessary juice to make them work...


* all I know is that ~ I mean take those so called 'off gridders', now I know that I trouble less electrons to go and move house when they were perfectly happy where they were orbiting thank you very much, than a whole field of em put together, indeed I keep an eye on every single one, which is called responsibility and setting an example to any next generation who doesn't go off and chuck herself in a  frozen lake just to control herself on the safe side.... but although I try to shield my eyes from the pictures, the occasional dip back into the archive, which is only ever to a precise research timetable..... seeing that picture.... I mean I know that place, that so called caravan..... although of course to avoid planning issues that the ordinary 99% scum at the bottom have to abide by, most of the time....they don't even call it that, they call it some sexy sounding alternative version that only the trustifarians can afford the dictionaries to look up exactly what the etymology of their con is for the Mikes.....
But that very one, I was innit....
On the first year of the great pilgrimages around and about under their rugs metaphorically speakin like.....
Not that such peeps would even know what 'metaphor' meant any more.....
Or for a second allowed one to say ' I don't ever ever never like blame the politicians any more....from the fat arsed County Seat to the nutjobs high in the sky....it is only, us.... every one of us, like.....
Which is where a bit of a dichotomy creeps in and tickles your toes under their rugs.... because I know these people, those who sell themselves as community [when telling to my Cuban gob that they know its not ever possible, when Mike is out taking a slash too much tea Mister...], and every evening around the campfire of redemption and whats that Greek word .... ohh 't'l comeback.... basically its the only thing that matters like

 
oops wrong photo, but not really..... I mean I like my so called big fattie of a moon in the sunshine thank you very much...
oops hahh silly me already done that done (still in draft notes mode..... till later)


'what this means'

just inatnight, from ..her....
'I am stubborn' she says...what she means......
'Hate' *... a true emotion as thats all we are, quite obviously, or in your case the screen rotted your brain, unlike mine where only for research** purposes would I occasionally look at a screen after lunch.....or to be ohh so continental when eating should be done, a big pile of it, ideally around 4pm...




* from now on, is only for the hookers... that went to Universities like U.W.E.....and rather than ever think, like what does it mean.....just said... for career prospects.... and a new department in a whole new Labour government when in fact Mister Noonan covered it all quite nicely thank you very much rather a long time ago....

** and just before the new nomnecultura sets in, and I recall it..... I mean what a lie of a letter: ' hey babe you are just one of three...so relax..', never mind failure.


Thursday, 17 November 2016

they wouldn't know what the energy of the connected universe was if ....

it was all piled up in front of them perfectly balanced on a pinhead and I manage to get back my pin thank you very much, 'oh dear'.....  because the only self sufficiency matter left is could i be bothered to darn my own sox......and when I do, all shall be complete.

 (lots of these over the years, every one a wink of thanks, good product advice is all that really matters, no matter what...)
 But loyalty, to the self.... and the then~self
when even that now breaks, just out of a nice new fresh packet..... well.....
Is timely....


Now all I know is that indeed, hearts, even that one,  are for selling off and changing into book tokens....
tomorrow.

All I really do know, is that with a good few years of 'planning' .... that now has reached the point of the forever cleared desk [thats funny, twice in a day I see my old rolltop slightly American desk thingy with all those slots and drawers, the kind that it seems every movie set these days is bereft without....me if I had mine back, all those slots would be very empty...... which is the only way to Live....]
And three beauties here to help....all settled down....'trained' you could say via coercion, authority, and ....
Bit that was good ' yes i think they are all a bit fascist too....'

WHAT ACC CAP i know for sure....


(I heard her giggle)

earlier this eve: to The Libdem of The County Seat: [quite deliberately loud, projected like, with no angst, no fear, and certainly none of the past innit]'how's the canker then..?'
Even if one would have to have a trigger warning to warn me of yet another moaner on the wireless going on about the focus group supporting the online so called group [tha 'taint and never will be...luv] .... cos only looking in your once enemies eyes and truly relating ' every time I hear him do his talk on it I think of you and I do..... and wish you could too but of course pints were invented to be guzzled by the County Seats..... rather than listen to the rather interesting words of a man who every appearance may be his last........ and that he knows even if with 'my not a man of limited means in the pair of spectacles, luv' ...he knows, so why doesn't he say so,,,,he doesn't really want the choice....to be able to afford the pill or not...
'....but I think of you...after all, just as in truth, post or future, there is really no such thing as hate..... there is just behaviour....my behaviour even if i may have said....what a hateful cunt....
'My behaviour is that when Steve is forgetting to have  a larrff about his canker [snota typo]....I think of you, my sworn at enemy and wished that I had all the time in the world to curate every word...for you, Mister Seat...'

her giggle was lovely...in The Aisles..... and that was indeed planned.....fuck I could never have done that seven years ago......so all my foes are in fact just assistants..no matter what they may think.


Anyway.... to think..... seventy eight years ago.....
Indeed showing up JB and even BD ..... as fakes...frauds..... take out the silly grieving man fiddling with it....some things you cannot fake....


she ...in fact she was probably just copying earlier lost causes to that magnificent one true thing that causes you to maybe one day be able to sit on the end of a bed with someone else in the room hating you, whilst you are at  the keys oblivious..... on your own trip, adventure..... always....  and no no matter how exasperated they are they will never for a moment ever take from you your learned~innate ability to never again go back into finding them in any way a distraction.....
Which has been proven, time after time after time.....
And is the only gift there is and always everwas....
Even if its a complex sermon and a half luv....

But the best line of all.... has to be, no, they know not even her, that surely~angel......her, name.



What a way to send her off....both of them* in fact.....

with a different version, better? .... but within you see something far more time immemorial ....
However just for now before, cos its a near seven year warm up......to perfect simplicity and absolute neo~asceticism..... 'don't complicate it no one knows what it means but neo!....and no one knew what liberal meant either'

Anyway where did I get to before i was so rudely interrupted a long time ago, a long time....for rather a lot of
oops.....
this fuckin one doesnt appear to have my little p with the squiggly cute over it.... or should i make do with ....Þ.....or change it over to Ã...pt....
Whilst i remember exactly what the missing word from the lexicon of all humanity was, exactly...meant to represent.... 
I certainly recall it will never be turned into oil of snakey....
or sold....
or spoken of for profit...
Or 'shared' in some off the cuff manner of the triteratti...
or smarteratti....



*combined into one..... but I can never tell anyone that throughout the second, well, the first.... my wanders in the hills were always only ever to meet her ...ghost....