Monday, 20 November 2017

the end is nigh

' as dawns red ended finger stabs at the day and light is "Kindled" into ....' thats it ... of course there was never any hope for humanity when the bbc alowed dumb white religious fruitbat trash to migrate into it from out West .....who would never know the beauty of Miss Eccerslike's ' there's a time for this, that, long black nights pondering marriage proposals under the cold blankets and Misswriting 'bedpan' for bed warmer. Light is magnificent but dark is there for a reason too and it aint no yin and yang nonsense....

Sunday, 19 November 2017

Anyone who fails to appreciate that

a jolly good palaver with even your 'enemy' at that particular moment is all you ever can be.
Though it should always be in the open...ing.

And the fools of this generation who think for a moment that anything in the future can really be kept on the Que tea are denying the inevitable 'transition' that democracy will evolve along the lines of no matter how many chest cams the plod seem to mysteriously find are ubserviceable just at the key moment....


sunlight....
always, only..... even if America partly sort of invented it.
frig you cant put the future back in yer trousers it dont work like that and sadly New new lost Labour wont accept that.....
words are out there for good. Period, red Dawny fingers or not.
deal with it and have all your thoughts in public as that argument was over forever ago. Those worthy of being remembered maybe should be until better ones cone along, or rather combinations of ones that are quite adequate espesh as most have forgot what the sipler ones ever meant,  and the rest forgit...
except tongue in cheek. And bedroom doors are for slamming if its a bit too drunk or raunchy in there. Walk Away....








So, actually in

The Woodlanders, just a few days ago...
' corr flippin eck did you hear....i guess one does have to accept real change even if none of my biz.... [and i read a book a year ago by Norwegian young woman Asne of her time in Baghdad two months before the big S day and a month after, his terrible evil, and his many henchmen, our troops murdering defenceless women and kids as they tank it up on him.. and i trust Norwegians unlike almost anyone else ... no unlike all politicians Green party members etc who never describe WHy the fuck democracy matters with good stories, well her stories settled it sorry always no matter what blah diblah in small brackets as one cannot speak like that any more as most people are too thick to bother listening to anyone...spesh all the many moaners stuck in lament on sea sawed off their own lands blame it on THEM as none i knew put a sign up ...except one brave babe..]... i mean age 18 i was wandering around there afer quite possibly one up the bum some nice chap took me for a drink at some ausie music club just off the plane...maybe it was the jetlag or maybe some little potion anyway a awoke after zonkin..... entirely....my pants nicely folded end of bed..... i never took em off.... who cares that was a body that regenerated entirely within 2 years it wasnt my bottom he fondled, that one doesnt exist any more hah hahh.......along with my jock region my several best friends nancy boys one very high ranking mil, would endlessly grope and be told to grow up and fuck off or its my knee youll be groping soon as it exists your  bloody jockstrap on the rebound ...... .anyway changed, fuck i left the place within a month cos it was full of so many utterly terrible biggotted sexist pigs...... went NZ instead nearly as bad not quite... who would have thought they voted for that change .... oh well the world has changed....adapt or die ... '

actually in...it..... as good as, ague inclusive.....




that smug, fake, ' aww i would have been there front row had it not been the boat race..'

that is another rewriting of history just as bad as no one gave a fuck about Mister Curry's fabulous smoldering jockstrap nestling in between the garters  and i believe it was about the most watched and karaoked cultural form for many a decade... the issue was, non. Done....  there was no sufferers group radio to go on Wireless 4 1/2 years old people would know to just shut up... for 'survivors of being in the Rocky fan club' which i believe was massive....i never join clubs even suppose Ed 5 % to local charities O~oops if you believe that you are thinck because i have done the actual investigative journalism into the local charities....


The ultimate fake news is indeed i think that smug 50 plus so called journalist suggesting he would not run away crying at the biker smell as he spins on his little Four turntable for his captured audience probably the ony time its ever been Fourplayed to make them look smug, errata good.... like one of you, ooops bikers have been programmed too to know reading and writing is 'elite' so they dont any more hence Mr P with his Zen failed too.

oh yes a three year old knows that if one actual gang member who still wants to be a member of the big gang but maybe wants to start his own little gang in the toilets of just him, is getting a bit uppity  and s/he may or may not have a legal point all rather confusing whether or not one wishes to delight in sedition or even treason on the charge sheet ..... well the very last trying you do is waste your time trying to play conkers or doing fair or and free trade in them, with the one who actually has left your gang ...cos that may give funny ideas to the one sulking in the bogs while s/he is pondering which way to blow with the wind........ thats raining conkers on someone  but when actual aircraft fuel burns have ACTUALLY decreased only 10% over the last decade (words of a jockey Ofem ...which radio Four year old seem unable to manage to record, unlike me,  rather favouring these silly young Billies largely yank who endlessly for decades overclaim Utopia and free to fly hairyplanes..... )....and generally petrol goes up in price..... funny old world its gonna be when all this otherside of planet stuff is figured to be a bit pricier with all that inevitably inflating gas   which anyway Paris, belle or otherwise has really rather footstamped and said 'non'....
Even I until that interview had believed them in fact assuming ohh all those fake news sorry no , believable, professional sounding journalists who curate these Utopians sounded interesting and must be true that Leonardos technology would by now have slashed all fuelburns by at least 50% listening to radio Fourever lost in liminal space (oh all the trendies have claimed that, my, word now too on their profiles...liminal is here now and its unclaimable, just is...despite them)

Anyway none of my biz quite sure i shall be dead before any three year old would say  even if never out loudf, as was utterly obvuious and reported here i believe some 3 years ago about, ehh sorry, we cant be nice to you we have to focus on the one sulking in the Belgian bog who needs to see you are crying more than he, and that the only great songline ever really includes the words think twice  even with such a poetical gorgeous sounding surname... Puuuuccssschhhh i am jealous....
oh yes i near forgot, Nurses, In?
justice
cruel tutours (i know one - with that tie of his)
Oppression.
my purple pen has run out, figure yerself.

 never mind surely the only cultural construct thats even more beautiful (i shall deliberately slightly Miss Quote...cos i wish to share nothing with anyone i never met anyone worth sharing anything with except one who said two pregnancies  ago ' ehh no that so called sharing economy never eard of it  radio 4 construct too....pants' and i trust her.....cos she got a star)

Indeed ' all that matters with people like him as your neighbor [whatisisname Marlon made im] mister ...is that you are still alive...' ergo even if with her Frog accent ergo would be a bit hard for her....so she acts. With compassion...... and tutors  him what she knows before eee's off  dealing with yet another sad yank gone all gun totin.....

Anyway there comes a time when a leopard does need to reveal her spots which a Frog woman would on;y laugh at because  not hiding them and knowing that you dont need to grope them either unless you get the right kind of alluring signal is called civilisation and growing up.....  and no suppression ever works, only freedom to discover the line yourself or indeed among wonderful sorted babes one respects fully as equals, no matter what, its even better.... and that all words are silly and security guards were invented not to oppress the custom of silly nightclubs unless they get very violent but in fact were invented to be so cheap that every MP could afford three for a year on their wages and exs  so all moaning is rather fey,.....



Fake news, never mind the decades of lies about unless you floss you are plaque

on the beautiful pristine teeth of Theryfying's saccharine encrusted  smiley ones .....and lesser, somehow 'other'....
Never mind i mean its bad enough them all claiming they were at every other Think White drug addicted Duke's concert when i know they werent as i was the only one i knew who had a few of his lots of good tunes lps..... no one had ever heard iof him by early eighties i know as i put them on occasionally.....
But almost everyone had heard of and seen the erson who DEALT with one subject so beautifully and indeed i believe i was forcve fed the fumes from his jockstrap at about the age 1976ish about row 10 .....Mister Curry well and truly dealing with the issue once and for all that blokes dressed up in stockings and suspenders is in fact a jolly fine thing with some great songs mixed in too, and it sure made me jealous all my 100% hetrosexual life that  i didnt have the guts....to have a go myself just once.....  cos ee was not only fab, ee was the best ever, no esteem issues, no concomitant self harm or facebook self harm group moan .....

Anyway define fake news, a ver very rare accidentally switching on the button and that sort of BBc middle aged old person sort of hint in the lit that they were there too as poncey young Oxbridge or wannabees who could only get to Goldshmiths with their two bees.....
That these smug 'populists'  want to redeem themselves to their captive 'people' by suggesting they went to the same parties where they may have danced the jig or pogo.....or whatever you do to update, fiddlewith, rebrand, mercantilise a perfectly good dance which is all we even needed once we had indeed discovered civilisation is no more religion ever no more silly body fetishsism ever blah blah blah.....
and its not a 'death threat' suggesting only good place for David Cameron and his little boob thats gonna turn out to be rather pricey as of course any three year old can work out no deal means pound down prices way way up and no German will give a fuck  about '30000' jobs to a country that because of pound way way down cant ever afford em any more,  anyway their banks just as bad as the best investment in Europe was it turns out to be the I'm alright thank you very much, steadily climbing Euro as it has been for decades, despite what the mass Philistines and nigels may have said,  which is all gonna lead to mass huger already is really the way butters got all uppity....
which is perfectly ok cos so called 'staedy as she goes' tillerism leads to Mister Shearin the soul and spirit and any truth out of music...
hardship and squalor and bleak plain frocks of 37 years ago..
leads to a truly great way to die, and it cannt be a death threat as plenty would have paid in blood to be in the cage with her Prettyship and Dave and Babs...i mean the ones i really pity is what kind of history books are his kids gonna have to be protected from cos talk about errr...coercion,   manipulation, boo boo....


anyway better get to the point i have paid money to be elsewhere.


'Eyyahh now after all that palaver time for a cuppa luv'

which is the greatest movie line ever even if not actually said, but shown so beautifully even before the Floyds came along with their fishbowls and lost souls lost....  or about the same time i dont have lectorphilia such that i care about exact facts and wikki anyway 20 mil quid on a line and we still dont have (officially) more than 0.1 meggalie

Anyway, the preacher: 'no concept, even word, even IF.... can ever be clarified in less than three sentences...'  even if its fuckin obvious that that particular rather famous scene summed it all up that a jolly good naked grope is both are responsible and anyway a cuppa with no guilt after the fact is just as much part of it......I mean who would have thought one would be saying that the definition of the Black swan new Queen yes please is Julia H~B......
Like errr  nuance like err a beautiful movie Arraps the best ever even if it didn't work.... demonstrated that it is all just a game, sport, unimportant, even strippin off offensively naked (still illegal in most of the lands of body fetish like the back gardens of Nevada~ your own, even just the boobies) and a cuppa is in fact the solution to everything always and anyone who takes her catscratshes across Roddy's back seriously is just as mucha  fool.....'
oops that was maybe five lines anyway.... all men are innocent who watched that genuine pornography rather than the yankee stuff with all their nacho bottom slappin between strokes which never was erotic, not sticking it in is far more actually thrilling especially with some good African choral bongo music on the jukebox loud....

Anyway everything went backwards when everyone failed to make their kids watch If and inculcate them of yes i forgot....'concomitant' in a poem written very very fast at the last minute to a judge or minions means, fuck with me I am right and you know it and i can use a big word and know what it means: fuck with me and i am the same as you have learned the hard way which is what Injustice nurses never mind whats that other gem it'll return later...
leave me a lone, we are all just the same lost fishbowly fishes....full fuckin stop...pick on one of my minions who despite so many free hours legal advice can no longer ever listen any more to 'put the word concomitant your legal statement it says fuck off and leave me alone go and pick on some moron who cannot even listen to his own much desired and never paid for great legal advice'  which sums up every so called 'victim' in these lost Raodkill lands...so i give up.

lost track of quote marks which should in fact be a hanging offence because when teachers started to confuse children with 'option's whether post modern or not, thats child abuse, full stop so naughty me but io dont have time or bandwith to be perfect as one should always strive to be as example anyway where was i.... even dyslexics wont forget 'good boy one little matk at opening of said sentence, another little one end and anything in the said bit said by someone else gets two little maks simple innit.... they go and fuckin fiddle with....
Not surprising YUK has worst mental health by far in EU....by far.

Oh yes addendum errat... 'Jewish rat' completely naughty boy it should be (i pondered at the cave door ) J~somethong i foget rat to emphasise as if it were CC~J rat in fact the correct nomnecultura because sat at a beery pot smelling table about 37 years ago even my uneducated band of proto free thinkers already knew that there is more likely similarity in the genes of an Aborigine Ausie rat as a white trash neighbor's rat be it pet or scroffling through left around detritus and that all labels are a social construct or cultural construct so that in fact the word jew is false indeed just a  CC or SC...  and frankly even having tea with a nasty person who has usurped that word to build more houses sneering so sneakily at those whos gardens were pinched building more and more hosues and paying fat women to go on radio fourplay and proistletise upon the peace she sees outside her settlement new window is the root of so many dead people especially chilren and frankly even if pacisifst non~metaphor for anything, there is only one punishment that can possibly do for disobeying her Goodbyeships final one sane act ....

Bring him back from the dead, and some new technology to make it even louder than it already was, tie err down ...for disobedience and
pandering to the truly tragic definition of gone wonky, because if you think your CC~J rats  have more rights to eat the slops in the CC~P rats and its ever gonna end in anything other than tears until permanent sharing of everything even the CC~P rats poor unemployed Palestinians are probably forced to barbeque, just to feed their kids.... and anyway all thats as nonsense as even the so called progressives telling bravely George king of the Gallows on rt that 'my own kind have become genocideres really rather a bit ' ....anyway thats their problem and leaving the locals to deal with their own problems tragically is the only way that usually ever works properly and finally....

Anyway there is one person who lets down her beautiful skintone... the one that winked when the barrel of a gun thought it had scarred it for life (and no mere thick Tuber it seems got my only ever online comment ' friend respectfully i say to you no dont go and bbq her would be assasins, no you are mistaken, they Arraps havent taken from her, i think it actually makes her more beautiful than the pure beauty she was .... because she wears her damage with a  smile...that isnt overclained or fraud....some things you cant fake, even well daddy~educated, her...could not fake she ..means it.... forgive, witha  smile'

Anyway gobby babes who go and take tea with a political elite who steal stuff and then try and blame it on sonme fuckin sky fairy..... who in fact like all bullies, as all sane people knew 47 years ago the best way to treat any bully a real one not an imaginary one like the Torygraph, coas real bullies hit chilren, period, when able to outnumber or because their parents have so overfed the poor thiong they are like an el;ephant, sorrty disrespectful to elephants but its better than killin em, thats what that word is for, period,  and when mighty politicians accuse a mere rag of 'bullying' there is no hope ever for any words to be pure and not bent over Montaigne's aga and gioven a good one up the bum ... actuallyy errata i am suire that he knew any back alley stuff was just sick and that all sex is in the mind and even a really well used many kiddo front passage if you know what true love and desire is will always eel just as good as a silly brown one....
i must read that blogpost so what were his comclusions becayuase indeed i have only ever worried about that very fact is turnin em iover for a good bit of over~the Aga even if one should know by no w never ever have anything to do with Middle Class English who would rather the latest Aga than a jolly good bit of warming up over it....
and go forbid the man who suggests after about 40 they fancy women same age as rather sexy still far more so than any nipper or even 30 year old.....
they dont like that at all.....

Anyway where was I...... punishment, ok maybe Metallica or even those rather fabulous Malevolent ones ~ well one song at least....

If i were in charge i would bring im back from the just dead and give erra bit of her own medicine....front row...in a cage with Barbara~ far more evil as anyone who has on their business card 'Wise Woman' and 'mindfulness you can be assured has a lot of very unmindful very painful issues of their own, like avarice and cash register to bed with~erritis.........two birds
One Stone....

one kind of 'pain' actually was.......
stood rowish tennish....
nineteen eightysomething ish which in fact was  superb decade if you do accurate research....
because the real 'sorted' were just realisng that you have to fight, Duran and company....mercantilism stealing everything...... me i aint fuckin changed because when you were right you knew it...and felt it...in your gut





Anyway now we know that the Pretty Woman ....

is a lotsa noise fan and any sane person knows that there was only one woman (why didnt she call me after our so perfect encounter overa  bottle of 8 quid ink ' fuckin ell luv i shall steal it...' uniformed her: ' you should its such an extortion racket ere,and gropey boses we all luv and avve a great laugh with...anyway no one will stop you if you did eight quid a bot~o'Parker utter robbery, especially me...i was brought up a punk you know '
we shall come to that later and us kissin in the Aisles over thoughts of Missus Sioux.... who i see can still spread a bit of cutting custard... who was not ion fact the first great female punk or indeed any punk as i know the one whom was....)
( 'honest i swear on her lie yesteraft i was humming it on earworm')  so now we know that heavy grunge doesnt make you a decent non~'settlement' fan ..... we had better stop the mixed up confusing occasional loud music fuelling the dawns.... 
And if one (i think i will rename it 'Arrrraps' in forever lament as clearly its terminal even if i have worshiped for about 30 years)  i am loyal and only ever MissSpel Perraps in honour cos honour is such an important word......of one pure mind. Failed to be right, theres no success like failure as some very confused once good writer deserved his Noble for cos its given me sucha  headache for years  yes i would have blown a fuse too and said 'ear ave it i cannot figure if you are good or bad or mad or bad...... or the last cummin cos theres always a better one round the corner, and you were beaten by as fat black geezer when (' Est the musix come back...it does that..it loops around and we can hear it now loopin so called back')anyway but ear just ave it and go away....and retire cos there are some other old people who can also still cut the custard and mustard and be quite good and one only has so much available social capitol as Hillers couldnt take in either, which means time and cash,...'
Anyway overclaiming a euphemism for being very sad confused Stuck, lonely maybe and saying the first thing that comes out of your gob when in fact even i knew to generally keep it shut Most of the time to about 35 as one knows nothing at all for real til then, except some stuff that comes out via the song magic, sometimes....as if by or a spiv because pity is defined by the spiv who believes their marketing tutor is not grooming them to be frankly the end of humanity which everyone knew when Reggie designed Grott as The Answer its called a metaphor, and not informing your children about the Mon is just as evil as pulling their fingernails out as the coparent paints them against the rules frankly,  anyway thats a that then but  spivvy marketspeak which is the content of most books these days never mind blurbs...... never mind everything by default in the true danger, the not only overuse but it now seems absolute default use of far too 'professionalized' words and concepts and big words that every single about 15yrs plus speaks in now and there is incontravertable truth in the fat it doesn't work...
I mean i only ever use one big word, symbolically, and ones disciples need to be told the stories of why..... and how, by inserting the word 'concomitant' intoa legal ish letter to a fairly educated person like a judge, as against a  social worker as they would assume you have MissSpelled cummonitaint...... because no one understands and hasnt for decades that even trailer trash scum Prolls 50 years ago VALUED words and Ragged was handed out with every union card and also lovingly passed around the squatter camps of even Bolton or Manchester or welsh valleys no doubt..... and that shoving good words at a kid is all that YUK has ever been about indeed is 'class' and so so easy to break i mean i could teach anyone no matter what suntan level or even the ones who wear the wow I'm special badge of 'dyslexia' which top female expert S hemisphere a decade ago said on wireless (actually a bit longer ago but a decade sure goes quick and is the correct universal unit of measurement as Theroux P so magnificently just post eleventh Sept stated wait a decade before writing a  good book onnit')  ...top Educationalist professor babe S Hem 'it is imaginary, its just crap parenting'  top N Hem Ed babe  'shut up i am right' i have the recording as does BBc yet they still give face to the victim support groups ...i know nowt anyway i do know that overclaiming will destroy the soul forever. It is counter everything that is human even Toms so called 'Fool' oops was that George of That Weaver.....  sat in the pub the nasty old fascists knew their local autistic spastic had his own perfectly good fabulous uses, there was no looking down on him, indeed if my memory serves me well in the greatest book of all time ever it went something like ' Fred simple Village green idiot now eeee missess little between occasional downpointin ead...lickin up the spittle droolin out corner of is gob.....eee misses far far less than so self important so called non spastic types so lets go and ask im has ee seen that lost Weaver....?' actually i am fairly sure said Idiot was gainfully and appily employed as the bar slave pickin up their dirty glasses  and dancing to his own gig between them...most happily and with doubtless pure aplomb no one noticed....
Anyway overclaiming is the death of anyone ever any more understanding that the loss of nuance can be an accident too ~ a mass one.... as we can see in three hundred odd fat people over an ocean ....cos Mockingbrid was beautiful as were a few other things and occasionally still are in fact theres one who proves it doesnt have to be so...... and e looks like Jesus.Bit we will come back to him post mortem.
Overclaiming is worse than gassing Jewish rats who are trying to pinch your ferret's food despuitre the rule book and every countryman and his wifes tail i have ever heard say will NEVER ever happen as rats run away crying at the smallest whiff if a ferret, always always  and its more likely to see a Black Swan than a rat sharing a  ferret plate of grub (Sweets did lie at first ' yes as she once said Morrisons cat food best value, good tips matter, as much as good tails, but we try here i shall request the kilo box back for you.. they have so kindly removed as a value choice twitter fed sercvice to our users so that they may have more diversity in range... that no one ever took advantage of as everyone would always like me buy the fuckin cheaper kilo box the rest is for fuckin incomers from Infantalised Nottin Ill.....).'.... it is so so much more dangerous than anything as sane people have known and did know 37 years ago.....

Not an overclaim:

Gawwd....sorry i kinda felt ill.... the racket, a bit loud really back here ten paces from the front.....there is a line......


where pleasure does in fact turn into pain and genuine health and safety issues in the inner ear and gut..... stood here afront maybe 30 years ago......
same week as Nanci and older whiffier but stillperfect Joan maybe even


Errata dancing with the Addendi people, on drugs

Actually thats another question maybe worth living to discover The Answer to, will she, so absurdly unnoticed by anyone else behind her blushes and specs and humblest conceivable demurity ....and the man they are making the next hunter film about of course he wouldn't, cant listen to' there she is the best she is not them.... groom her..' will she repeat her own querulous rejoinder: 'dad now as i said to the Troubadour of my Aisles when he tried to offend me with his truths his and his " Smith, Z., Self W., even quite a few other english like Amis M., who tell you why you shopuld laugh at them...no only a European writer like this one can simply just make you larrfff by not telling you anything so much as he said every chapter has involuntary pants piddlin innit to which i simply shrugged im off with his maybe innuendo with "oh well ill read it sat on the bog then...".... anyway he's probably right with his maybe only the over 50s can get it....never mind truly larrff for real at the absurdity of us all..... and me a long way to go  so you better take my suggested precautions.....  '
now.... ' we have a shared lexicon at last' is all that really books are for...... because some cultural constructs, are to be used for only, good. And there has always been simple A list good and bad even if it gets a confusing. And poor poor New New new labour hell theyve gone and got knickers twisted around my shopsign 'Acedia' which was not about anyone else ever than, everyone.... who looks for a so called good book....to invest in, or brag of having on your mantlepiece or shelving.
and i aint changed my mind in twenty years. Thank the gods. But proof, thats another thing. So....at last we are ready for a real book, The final one.
The solution.

perrrrraps...... (which is biggest joke on me ever cos that once beautiful french mind so so many years ago first groomed most unf=gropingly as some minds are too good to defile with even holding hands, with her 'Arrrrraps' perched between us on her bed   that she not only ignores Facebookian passport request a few months ago but even her goes and marries some 'Maybe~Jesus' cult member and now its every day ten posts of them sat singing Cumbyahhh on the stage their local, so so high production values as clearly hes a nerd and looks one too, and wont unfriend me like i beg cos its the definition of hell each new smug thing interspersed with pictures of THEIR post nuptial croissants .... i bet i fuckin asked err first, too..... 

Now, all that matters...

even if snoggin coppers or exs and gettin a larff ' I mean the Frogs, they would consider it offensive if i didnt do this.... '
No, its thee luv..'
never mind a week ago, or was it two, too much happening too fast, which is bad as i know Paradise is nuthin ever happenin when it should, and no one caring or even reading your blog and thats a fact~fact, called mindfulness, because one is free, just to laugh : '..... call the cops public indecency...etc with conspiracy to grope.!!! and if you turn it against me in the Bally dock i shall so mittigate "YourOnHer.....i am sorry i admit my guilt [whatever new crime this time will actually be committed rather than imaginary ones for PR purposes] ... I confess, my whole psyche did indeed do a little jig and volte face  and do some real actual sedition plus rebellion ok lets just call it treason........ because there was this one day where in public dueling Socratic discourse .... where my enemy a female and hell shes fey and thats like black person "bad" meaning fab ... all so confusing mitigation on all word mistakes one lost track years ago which is exactly what the new left want cos they have absolutely no idea how to be green or stuff like that because their pronouncements of go battery car will always mean you go battery care, rather than WE all should take a lead from the Second Helpin and go by bike....even when its chilly....and that will help out save all the billions wasted on fat arses too.....and gastric bands ad inf....
[my my i mean plod, never mind senior religious biggot, for some years goaded "JC ... ehh yours was a a fake..... really its the first helping"  even if perraps there are one or two other contenders of the female black hole variety " awwww yer know i only just figured what you were talkin about all these months years.... Jayy Seee i gettit!"
not my problem, i only know that engaging with the enemy, and meaning it, is good for the mind....which makes Christains far far more healthgivving than Alternative New Age mindfulness yogi tea bags because if one even suggests that perraps the claims on the side of their xmas hamper at 199 quid may not quite hold up to a good peer from even a bad scientist they run away drying, or nowadays try and get you arrested for something too.... usually words, when theirs are  far more dangerous than any mere personal insult [always missread because if you do 'love' you challenge, but theres no accounting for everyone elses pain and static and flawedness, all i know is any important missive needs rereading at least 5 times even if colour coded ~only once ever did i get one of them inbox.... to figure what may be meant..... ] ....run away crying
'Yor Onnahhhh i stand convicted and certainly a bad boy .... but every single word and moment of life i should not be living, since that day being so "empowered" to be a naughty boy...... mitigate me by dint of just one small phrase it is impossible to ever hear from the nearly middle classes especially of the holey gender ...... in public, with Witnesses gathered.... " you are....right" ....... she deserved her grope, which is what you do to a fabulous woman who despite, the ....et ceterah......
and in errata filled subsidiarity like just in case a week later witha  scientist watching she said it....again......
fuckin ell time to mean what i say and disappear. Utterly Reginaldianesque except doa proper job of it.....or it could get dangerous.

or at least change my name forever....to a unique one. which is all 'offence' ever comes down to and the fey minds of many a day canot apreciate the accident of birth, a 'fuckin wanker Jones, you thief conning people with false claims in your book, repent and change cos you were my mate' gets lost ... if you have a rarer birdname...it doesnt.... which is all anything ever came about....
A grown up would never care about some words that the moment they are writ are about the past. But then 25 years ago one saw in Nottas Ill how that in fact they were very ill despite their riches and where that perfectly good many years visited 'head shop' that sold used Doc Marts and other things used to kick the ball region of some fascist copper who had watched a bit too much nasty telly because life is simple, some of us said ' ehh no....you can watch Damien, me i chose to now draw the line...  and sick behind it for life' ..... and decent second hand bandannas etc.... became a toy shop...expensive second hand toys ~ Dinky ones.... for rich grown up yuppies to buy as only they could afford the extortion racket on their design error souls....
All just part of the Mon...... designed so cleverly so as to stop people thinking.....and it took Hilary about 20 years to catch up with his posters everywhere including in my territory, on his rich dad's cash...'Play'......
I know when i am beat. However i also know when one does not need to talk with angels or even hold her hand (as that one i have searched in vain for since last December 17th, i mean what a way to celebrate aniversairres even if maybe there are two now,  with her darkened front tooth and her gaze into my eyes outside the O~op and telling the truth about her village not talkin to her and hub just cos they have to curate the lairds game..... and she let me hold her hand....a lot... which is in fact all life is ever about.
The Mon [ c mee or i kill you, metaphorically] requires infantilisation...it was no design error. But there are other designs too, which is like err to every day virtually so enjoy her Monololithic success..... even if no one else gets it. I do...and that is the only meaning of life Because in fact aftera  long long time of being humble i do think i understand.
The best angels are the ones who you know you don't need to talk with as they are authentic and once 'gifted' well thats enough any more in fact would be greedy....
 And having got there, to that spot, on the metaphorical journey via all sorts of silver lined chillums ~ theirs...i need no drugs as they are as fake as the morons who need them for 'enlightenment' etc cet errr ahh....well......
It is indeed the definition of, 'gift'.
However there still remains that ultimate question and i never self aggrandise, because overclaiming is the epidemic now fatal to humanity and they all do it... so Cormack's Road even if it should have a big sticker on the front saying to a nation that cannot spell nuance or metaphor any more, its a fuckin joke, or a metaphor, thicko
and Eccerslike it'll be wrong as real Apoccolli involve things people cannot even see never mind be actually eaten by, never mind the inability to see the use for a Black Swan..... or the Inability to appreciate that indeed you can never predict them, or who you will fall in love with..... or may one day be your backstabberess...or whatever...or what the fuck ever......
Which is the exact opposite of what they want to do with their apps and smarties and ...control.
Pity...poor.... sad..... little gitteratti....
Which is the only of course vaguely 'offensive' word...pity.
Pity them all..... and until recently and that babe who writ nonsense Eccers with her poisonous snake twirled around upstuck Dawns menstrual masturbatory finger or should that be even babes on the rag probably get an itch at times thats called nature and i bet even if we have had Jane Fonda on old farts and vibrators with big lettering on the dials due failing site, s[plendin practical advice so why the ooohh ahh piety,  i am sorry Jen+co will never dare to go that far......anyway....

Pity... is the only bad word even if it may take an OddEssayan  decade to pro and con it into showing itself for real..... whether it desrves it or not ~ thats the subject of the only nasty word the Pee one.....
(oh yes i forgot Sweets, did one better she actually returned a book lent~ thats truly impossible...and then even took some 'advice' and her dad is getting it for crimboho already in her postbox....thats even more impossible, like a female as there are only two genders and even if they manage to grow pig dicks onto their bottoms so some new fangled maybe human can have double the fun sorry there is one not~ever~"innate"~cultural~CONstruct that can never be operated on its so skin deep, which is taking advice from bloke dotcom and meaning it and spending cash on his book recommendation for her most beloved dad ...or maybe its just cos she is 'secure' having had  a great one  .....)

Pity... (' you are right', plus actual stuff DOing on  a chap's word, in a few weeks fuckin ekll this is not only impossible it is most undesired because being ignored is the cause that effects far more enjoyable deep musty smelling real poetry on walks with the hills and thats an absolute fact).... but even if the word of course can never be uttered in some quarters of the planet, well...maybe deep down that was what one day one would have to admit .....
Until.
Perraps.....but whata  story i mean talk about better than the Q'eer'un and all the other nonsense on sky fairies who can't spell raisins put together....
I mean there is no such thing as 'narrative' that every shabby business school in YUK i am sure by now doles out every other spivvy word never mind failed thinker who ends up beinga  mere journalist (exemptions 95% or Tariq and John Pil no not Noam cos hes far too snide really and you just know cant ever laugh at the totalitarianism in his own pants and the fact that Oggle cannot spell him..or even ubiquitous name tariq for that matter internot very good at all and never will be if America runs it as sadly except for Jackie of Gotham most of em are thick and cannot even listen to a question humbly begged!)


I have to get back to her somehow that yanky babe cos she began it although thats subjudice.... and censored as theres far too much to cover first that the next quarter of an Odd Essay deccano~timewise  is gonna be busy
or was she an angel too as soon as a really good one comes along and you are trying to capture her for posteriority she is jabbin her crooked finger at the play her song button on my borrowed smartie pants....
I do not ever use for music.
or anything. just waiting.....
Never mind her proving beyond any doubt that there is no need ever for any minority support never mind facebook ganging up via their bullying little tribes to moan for clicks .... cos a mere whitey couldnt write like that! sorry no way never..... i know. I have been searchin for all the best.....  because there is always a reason, Even if it got lost atop the Andes starved and its sundried skin  eaten by a camel for some remaining h2o vapours no one else can other to evolve to extract... 
Never ever......... ever, do not....be yourself. As long as that is you have done a lot of homework prior, to figure the kinda rules..... and that they change. Rousseau was a jolly useful chap on a fair bit of it but nasty sexist sexslave owning bastard on other bits of it...... the book aint finished yet.
Even if i am. Permanently.

Ecclers.....

Hahh hahh hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Now, I am so bored of the old songs, even if they matter.
But, time zones, 'problems', and dreadful tall lanky egomaniacs with look~at~me clothing, interpreting their own songs, is the problem.....
Because even the king of the word, I mean you have to blessim once for ' don't take me so literally, i mean i may not quite exactly mean what i say....'
Now he has double the words he may well be able to explain, even if in the evil empire nuance went along with the first bullet into Mister Kings head, and education became a commodity, that he himself may just be an orange metaphor for the real problem....which is only ever 'us'.
Or that all stories and journeys, in my case utterly loads but not very far, may indeed just be parables.  and her skirt metaphor for cloaking something in something....
Anyway all i know is that babe who wrote Ecclers....... fuckin elll talk about a time for this that and every other excuse for doin nuffin, and just rewriting the Good Book the real version, that's largely full of Natzsis who preach about the environment to their captive audience but when it comes to actually doin summit like go and help in the Woodlands....... save some carbon from being wasted..... no hope luv cos they are all fat sad townies, too thick to appreciate that the way to live with Armageddon ganging up with her Apocolypseship and 'bullying'  the planet into being finished off and never ever to take her seriously is indeed to go and work off some of your blubber in the Woodlands even if you have terminal ague..... .....plus doin as bit of lumberjackin, well rather a  lot actually.....
' [to the fellow lumberjack with ealth and safety gear, one lumberjack just in his rags and crox]hahh hahh your ex London babe, i bet she has loads of pics of you on her facebook "my hunky lumberjack love forever be jealous" '
neon flashin lumberjack: ' ehh no i think she has got to know that there is an actual real smell of mould involved when i come home at the end of a sweaty day and am too tired still to have installed her power shower....'
Their problems. All i do know is what a beautiful piece of literature, on time....
And that no 'Green' knows....use the enemy's words against her.....
Never ever blank off any tract.
I mean now that most of Africa has been poisoned by their self pitying Pyramid Scheme of tithes and conmen skimming of ninety percent on each church in the Botswanan jungles and their brains turned to mush as anyone knows the only way to deal with a fat mad bully is simply move away, en masse... a few months a whole city just goes on holiday a few clicks up the road ...... is the only way to avoid blood, and they may well be lesbians one in my day never actually knew cos no one actually cared.....
But even the mind numbed cult called Africa surely even if some of the few great speakers on the planet still can occasionally come from there, know....  that there's only ever one Universal picture and thats .... you either stay and complain or....walk away.
The definition of a bully is that they hit people in the schoolyard and do it for the spectacle....spakkkk tackle....err....as the gorgeous Cecile spat out in respect of any festivallehhhhh
so, walk......
Anyway back to lit......
Lit failed like everything else, so there's little point even walking other than to the banks of the terribly polluting habit that backward ignorant peoples have of burning their dad at the banks of the 'Ganga..' ohh dont that sound so ethnically respectfully pure Guardian mixed in with fuckin Tully ....
Indeed if one were to make a statement i think a can of petrol and the banks of that river so defiled by religious backwards garbage...that turned it into a garbage heap of candles and ashes..... would be poetical.

Now, having broken through a  little while ago the dreadful political correctness or in fact what it really is which is a whole generation turning in on themselves and other easy targets like who is on their feed, rather than sacrificing things like their own time, so that they colour code their own rechargeable batteries sand remain zenned out enough to remember to charge the black spots together as that minimises every electron wasted, and the no black spots thyey too get charged up as a little team, too.....or help a neighbor as part of a team to save yet more wasted wood from the chippers or fires from hell.... or in fact the Greens, ehhh... with their self glorifying endless crap of emails preaching, remember that when i was a green and in awe of certain people who were far more dedicated and sorted than me ... age about 37 years ago..... well, they wouldnt forget that in announcements to gather perraps and ave a spilff in that was it Spanish babes house up there in the hills a bit above the Horseshoe.... well, despite the ganga they would remember that instruction on how to get to the rendezvous point one was, remember if we can to car share save wasting cash and other stuff.... further more it is 'inclusive' of the trailer trash who cannot afford a car....
All I know, for a fact, because it was obvious some seven years aggo we do indeed need a Ragged, of that world too, the one that has itself above all satire and even mildest critique, i know as i have slept with half of it....as i remind my gathered audience ....and book research must be the best fun ever for some years..... if its to be any good.
Not that anyone can read any more which is the ultimate dichotomy, in league with a ferret dragging it out of your unbuttoned fly as if its the yer last meal for the final barbecue in the sky, as paradoxical medicine for what was always one simplest of afflictions and the remedy always known as very very simple....pain, or at least a jolly good poke in the metaphorical eye such that it really metaphorically hurts, and wasit George who wrote the beginning of tyranny is the end of nuance or summit like that oh yes he had 'deliberate' end of nuance...... the definition of 'compassion' for humanity all of it is that one must appreciator that it can be accidental, too.....en masse
Looking Glass....
Preaching Angels
And cut glass for sale
Never even offering carshare to save the world Green gatherins...
to the chief [successful]agitators no motor only old bikes
is the only way to cure.....
Accidie.

none of which, along with nowt else is fake news which does not exist only bad journalism exists as it always has and of course it fails to pointy out what a truly wonderful year this has been, in that for some thirty odd every time one goes anywhere near a dentist they bully you into wasting time and money and planetary resources on the floss which they and every meedia for 30 years blackmails you into knowing that if you dont 'floss' you are some scummy lesser human.... I mean i am quite sure even Montagu herself the Ice Queen of  the cackle when it seems to her it makes her look good, has piously linked to some next untrue version of the facts, which almost always do not begin with the first correct sentence which is Paradise or other evasions lead to more dead young babes in the Swat Valley....and that's naughty.... never mind self defeating and wastes everyone's time as so called Black lives don't matter would be out of business if they told the truth which is only brown people can do pure beautiful un~accidic oratory...and mean it
never mind write superb telly as my beautiful angel from Gothom itself helped me with this summer on my cornerstone  when she had my screws onner ' right luv...you think you can be a fuckin take take tourist and read the Guardian too...no luv we even not educated me knew thirty seven years ago tourism pollutes the spirit.... you are only alowed out of my paradise [lower] if you GIVE something...ok fancy pants tv queen...if i were compiling my bucket list prior trippin over the bucket or my pants round my ankles as i run from your hotel bedroom yer ubby in arrears with his gun out....what should i watch before i die or at least pass on to one who matters..... if there is one left.... comeon silly Francine* endlessly  tellin us "oh the best writing is now on the telly" sane people threw it out years ago but lets humour her just once.... cmon stop TAKE[uh]ing, tourism is just about alowed as long as you give too....and i dont want any of your filthy mere cents....'
And now i know what wink of an eye [hers] is really for..i wonder if she will remember my name.....  I shall always remember hers.
Anyway lets keep to the point .... what a beautiful year to hear that so so many years of emotional abuse from snivveling gits called the meedia
never mind dentists ~ back pockets filled with bungs of mercantile wankers who laugh at their beating that Mon, and actual unfake facts long ago consigned to the dustbin of cant that leads directly to Will Self using far too big words about the fact he still cant forgive himself for beinga  very bad self pitying junkie.
and all those smug fuckin bed partners who sneer just a tad at when one may have said ' i really do have a life to try and lead once you can be figured, wasting your time what the adverts have told you to do witha  little piece of string and your teeth.... me i have many years just used a bit of matchstick now and again when i am really bored sat ina  traffic jam perraps....
And that the OEd or was it Websters or Ced or whatever diversity of words we now have have acceded to a pathetic smug little git generation who think they have some purchase on existence which has always been it takes a century at least to figure out what use a new word may be....
cant even figure that fake news isnt one, its fuckin two....#
and not setting good examples to children by not confusding one word with two is not post modern its up the skirts of a jehova's Witness which is the darkest black whole of final solution ever invented by mere silly fake humanity....


Anyway what a beautiful year to hear...
all along lazy smelly (teeth gaps) me.....
was according to the science, actually......
right
And what a parable about fake
everything from news, to ads to smug middle class English women
to....dentists...
god i cant wait to tell mine
Because i know one man whos smile is so beautiful when i attack him.... meat clever in hand coming my gobzway.....
And it aint fake
Nor was my same sex marriage proposal....
Mid operation
cos i need his passport and maybe he needs mine.



So (I suppose that was what broke the dam....

..of the published Ladywriter's rather bad blog in a book which fails to tell any stories...the real ones...... like ' no i never even cracked a bottle with the great be~starred historian because i need to keep my version of the human communal  biome to myself...' on her blurb: ' ohhhh my god vomit [sic] so you too have been on a "journey"  [puke] did a bot write that bit..... ? .... because its every other word on Wireless Four and every other word is inhuman so I think we have athe final Apocolyptic self pitying equation down pat..or indeed up the Christian's skirts...and she laughed....a lot.)
So sad, when in fact one has at least ten hours a week in common, there are allways reasons ....not to.

hmmmm 'yes' she said...or was it a bot

surely if everyone has bots interfering with the program of being human that's some kind of gropery too....
federalehhh!s. Which was just another word for White Shirts

So was it Pancho or neigh Lefty?
wore is gun outside is ipps....well i never
All I never is that my own personal most enjoyed time zone now I come to think of it may well be the issue  and why one needs a Helpmeet....



Friday, 17 November 2017

'Sedition' [lucky man god izz grandkids if there is a real smile left, not ruined by all the shades], rebellion, and ....one better

that line about wars and battles.
All i know if the Gay Times were reporting on a real war rather than an imagined one....even he would cry real tears for once. Put that in yer therapists Paradise pot of golden balls.
well....owwzzabout that then, I mean we know only man can get away with turnin into Jesus Christ and havin the right beard, and not a bit of the pious Leonardic smugness and self pity that clearly, some great undercover HunterS'que stuff has shown has only got worse .....but, to have surpassed the blonde, surely....and all along that gem was awaitin and i didknee even look hard... that they mated. Fuck.... there was a reason to live after all.
Time to do it....cos one, well....it is her fault.

Thursday, 16 November 2017

"oops" to quote how every child should actually [innix] be dragged up through the brambles that are modern humanity....

oops theres anowt on t'ovvertab...still.
with a  continuum of the loops that twist of mere bimbile Lady Eternity's rather expensive curly hairdo.....
that frankly are gonna look rather mizzle dampened as if three whole days on the furze in a mizzly spot..... even if at last his clump came true.
When she reads this.
The bit that t'aint been write yet...
i should be doin their mercantile nonsense
I should be reading the latest love letter from the next so called judge.
But when you know you not only know what that naughty 's' word describes; And i bet Miss Byronic nonsense wannabe eastenders (actually no-cappit if  campervan Ed's onnit too its almost an adjective)wannabe tried....
Nope.
Cos when you get a day of the 's'word, and then discover its true meaning which has to be that
oops subtitle how wonderful, as always internally enjoyed, to get into the deps once ' i can't help it if i inherited a million bux'....  but there's a billion, or even the true meaning of priceless, which is to spite the Mag and her no man over 30 on a bus is more than 'subhuman' ....: when one has had an hour in the presence of the Monal Lisa whom you wouldnt even dream of bendin over her Aga like that nasty blogger Montaigne would probably riff upon, because you ca't....defile such 'beauty' for several funny reasons....
But priceless, means, when one could in fact have  a second helpin of the First Cummin... no you don't. Because perfection can be remembered forever. No matter what highjinks nasty Lady E may think....
But mere memory is one thing. Knowing is another.

oops...does not exist. In the longer run. I wonder if I can actually ever get that over.... being as even the Don quite likely just suffers from some so called 'guilt' about summit deep down... thats what all driven people are made of. Pity they can't ever listen, that the very best best things are always perfect, when they are free.



Sunday, 12 November 2017

pacifist~metaphorically...... because there are more dangerous things than mere local Incendies..... one is being 'right' spesh when your so~called enemy admits  it to your face.....



But could a woman admit the fullest truth? as a toughguy man at his machines yeteraft ' i am glad you have that problem too....[one few would wish on even a Muslim neighbour its such a pain the arse and divides]' at last we share an issue, and thus have solidarity,  rather than only something not that i could never understand....... same goddam Pink fishbowl, as has now been at last established.

Exactly, so.....

who is, indeed the girl with the lipstick


that was lasternight......

but then there's yestermorm, neigh so many morns with so much to weave and remember, even if in this gobby isle no one can read any more [cept Sweets]  and every thread not lost, was always there for a reason : ' call the fuzz ! [loud] she groped me....sexual harrassment .... [very loud] ... modern day slavery ..[that got a sexy smile] ....coercion...... using her sexual powers which fly sixty year old babes who would never wear sunglasses as theydahhhh hide the sparkle still in err eyes.....to entrap me into her cult......  multiple illegalities.....'. and just cos i gave err the enemy of all actual humanity .....a public snog.....and she should know better i mean she was one a fuzzlet for decades.....!.


right, i need someone and only Julian would i think actually geddit...... there is always a Crusade, you just have to filter out the static and figure which is the right fuckin country to bomb.....



Saturday, 11 November 2017

oops, must stop standing at the cave door and allowing mere thought to reinvent herself....

as there is another question: it's all very well knowing you could never do a  Florry, but did one better even if unplanned, and the perraps necessary safe version, being we have the Times....
But would his creator know? that surely God of the word and how it must never be used to second guess..... that in fact Florry's better goal would have been to end up knowing that that one, surely at the end of the careful on the pathway because even newish wellies leak after a few months these days so the lions may hear the squelch..... he could never stick his filthy little thing innit..... for a few reasons. And that is better than the original version of yes I know it now  the best book ever.
So far....
(Sweets: 'I am buying it for my dad for Christmas...') that was quite a good ending too. )

Indeed.....

the definition of perraps the next level up on the angel stakes.....
out of this world or in who gives a fuck cos nowt can ever really be known....
Is that the best one of all with the most magical powers
To do summit that no one has ever done.
Like no way ever.
Is, apart from the fact for some years absolutely never ever in any way ever having any need of any more of em cos all is known, and done.....
Earned and paid for
Especially the bit of the fuckin profit and loss account that says there is always a price
And you can never know it
Till you have just about managed to see through the haze of their  snake oils on fire vapours (English spelling, fuck off if you aren't, as tough luv, means challenging and always will) and breathe again too....always.
Anyway even the word 'earned' is pious never mind suggesting that w~hellness or other staged activity or even imagined solutions. plans, plots. processes....are good. And make you so absurdly 'in that moment' which every silly (whats the word for hating humanity oh i always forget it which is curious when its your main driver...) tart who cant sleep as he watches too much aggressive telly or cares abut what other people think etc whatever... has trained itself to now spout every time i turn on the fuckin wireless  and makes me absolutely certain that living in the moment is stupid because every sane person ever would know ypu need the next one too, which if you are sane means the one you smash it... the wireless that is....
living in the moment is knowing there is absolutely no smallest need whatsover in having a next fuckin moment in whatever parrallel quantumly confused mere universe ...... and must have quantumly entangled innit luv
A scientific proof, Oxbridge to oblivion or not..... pure
perfect
Unbeatable
Correct
Propriety
Perfect
for sure
'fuck off'
knowing that you could not have any need for a better one than some others of recenltly late........who gives a fuck...if the volcano spews its birthright because i wish it had and that moment sat in a bus, well who needs a mere Pompeii..... because the mind when it has noticed something perfect that was impossible to see. Can retain her forever and sue mere so called Eternity as just shoddy good..... 

take comfort from the words....
"stalk"
If only she knew, thirty seven years on from that hurricane ...how all it took was just one word. If only she knew i don't lie, and if fist gut reaction turns out to be an old man choking on his bile, I would say.......so.
Be it .... but what?! .... talk about the definition of the gods have got very big laps , big enough for all the tax dodgers [liars who write "85% when its never ever ever any more than 10% bizness yet that seems to be far too complicated for our so pathetic its untrue journalists to just ask....i mean to get the truth from every pilot ever lived they are so non StAintoine its daft, well except for one, you may actually have to bribe them....but so what.... ] laps large enough to land all their mainly for hookers, zooming around looking for the last bank that'll take a big bag full of so called 'private' cash no questions,  and parties, private jets on...

But i don't blame any graying 45 summat thicko despite his panoramic credentials.. who cannot tell theft from a glossy brochure, which we could see 37 yearnago..... without any Oxbridge of one stairway to a heaven of no smelly people to the next........... i blame the younger hippy looking one with his immediate overclaim over so called Panama in the papers...' biggest story ever believe me i have three sixes in my name...and speak fast....and with achingly cool overclaimin spivviness just right for the next generation of lambs to the slaughter...who think a pair of sunglasses are cool'



anyway where was i oh yes...

(i mean is that another new one? selected gobshutism...? all i know is that i trusted someone and there is only one thing i care about and maybe ' you are an Oxford academic type which impresses me not..spesh as the definition of establishment is they have failed for 37 years to get anything right as everyone knew even a thick aprentice that inequality is very very not good for the soul...... and will only ever end in tears as history whether Eternity has a violent argument with him or not just a lovers tiff...... sais fuckin so.. but hearing you cut our own hair [ i should have plucked it up to unquerrelously rejoinder "god is that why it looks so utterly lovely better than in the vid"] i will at last talk to you...and trust you.....  but on my daughter's life whether dead or alive or lost at sea or in a Syrian brothel [her biz] ...if you tell luv, ever, then...')
Anyway paid Queens are one thing but where was I. Because simplify, consolidate and get so perfectly in 'habit' ....despite them
when every sinew of their straining mind is full of
ways to complicate and confuse
so they profit course....
But thats a culture that thinks profffit is....
worth a dime...never mind unable to define it except in even the bell wingers i hear at the crack of her bloody finger this morn
think standing under a terrible philistine gobby racket that not only disturbs nature, disturbs some of my most pleasant nights sleeping with the dead, no tent and no need for any plastic walking sticks either.....is for 'wellness'.....

now some years ago who gives a toss about any sequence ...

even if said.
Simplify, was also said
Consolidate and  rationalise weren't but they are in there too if you know that words can only ever be described in at least three sentences.

Hahhhhh never mind discovering since my awn which starts at 4 a new kind of tear, that the Bunny Girls (my actual ones earrr) are gonna have to get workin on discoverin if they dont even do Fu Inle for their babe..... or whatever i taught a 'sadist' to enjoy having power......over err man with..... could be guaranteed to make a strongun cry....spesh in public at the pub if announced to all and sundry....wanna see the mad bad baldie cry....
which is the definition of hard power used for righteous reason and sanity because laughter is the only way to make it clear that even orange people should be ignored too, as we knew at about 7 years old.....
whether suffering 'selected mutism' or snot....very nice ere i dont want to comment



so, there is one place you don't go for a day out of pleasure...or paradise

ever
'never' she  saidit......
And there is one so called 'peeps' whom, well it's fuckin impossible to find the meaning of it, that elusive fuckin S word in her eyes......
And there is one place according to Margret Fuckin-a-Cheere-up-at-least-you aren't-on-the-bus-past-thirty-with-all-the-other-scrofulous-losers..... you cannot see an angel
And there is one thing none of the snake oil vendresses would ever imagine which is that when you know you have absolutely need of one, never mind the definition of the only truly beautiful word, even if my so many years tolerated so called fuckin scholar onnit..... can only manage the fuckin Wikkipeedonit definition.....
because America can only define how to be  a loser having once defined it in Mockingbird....(or did i parabalise to her 'Cucoo' ? who the fuck cares she wouldnt even recognise the wikkis peeing on the definition of extreme-rude) so beautifully.
 Anyway back to the teepee tarts.....cos they are fab. And maybe that would be next spring the most beautiful poetry ever imagined by Missus Homer, jealous of his clicks....  if she could be used..... innit.
But all that matters really and i doubt any so called female whichever definition of whatever wave we are on they think they understand....
Is that maybe there is something, but just because he
after twenty four years of me noticing him and neglecting to ask if he would like a pie.... but at least i notice and so many i have asked on the ultimate flâneur ing (thats very sexy sexist  and naughty, they should set up a focus group of longer twats to moan about it i mean babes could go around and just sit there and be no one and notice stuff too....without worrying about the girl next seats pink hair and whether or t'aint.....
I know because.....
and that is the biggest because of a life utterly not worth living for a second, ever, never....
Until 
anyway back to him and his so polite for a big scary potbellied madman, twenty four years stood on the alleywaycorner ....what? hoping....nahh hope is evil and the work of her.....
why/ oh well one can only do ones best and of course that always means not for  a moment being your so called 'self...
But i asked.....at last and 'the deal' well i know it now even though i couldn't for one second or even quantum minisex looped around her upstuck finger so called fuckin Eternity may well be in Blakian love with however long it takes a flea to do barrel rolls around it... errs that is..... as i pass a splatted hedgehog...
just passing...processing that time maybe exists and that would be the biggest upstuck finger of all if it were even just a figment of love lorn Eternit's crazed lonely imaginary friendship ...requirement just to hold a hand.

So...if there is one place that maybe only once before shopping for some not in my chracter blue swadey shoes..... only cos cheap and look that they may well last three quarters of a decade.... and  abit.....i have  a perfect memory.
Cept for that one truly magfnificent colour mistake.
But it got a  larffff...... from the oh so perfectly beautiful one.
And she knows it.
Which is her biz.....
But i have discovered the only question the world and all the fuckin connections in the universe in the heads of the vendresses whom wish to sell three quids worth of Buddhist lite books onnit....was invented to  prophit [notatypo we dont do them any more...nevahhh] from.
there is only one question  that cannot be answered even if 42 parallel atomised universes got their act together and did  a proper fuckin days work posing....
It
The meaning of it - that one big it, is now easy..... because it is in the question that is impossible to even guess the answer to.....






Thursday, 9 November 2017

So, systems........

even if poor Toryboy doesn't know he is about the most loopy one ever, drawing back at the gropey~hetro~hug ....systems.
One system is a new fangled (funny how Oggle can't spell what she became) way of saving. Let's see...... and as not overclaimed, because when the system is overclaiming, or as some decades ago we knew was simply stated in the 'hype' or otherwise known as spiv if one was to be rather uncompassionate of the vanities seeping in everywhere copyright Harvard & Co, there is a seequence.... and it became waiting for the savings bank to divvi out..... but I am loyal and when phase 3a is to become b, at last, even if a  couple of years late..... I announce it to the waiting world before even looking to see if at last they tell the truth.


Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Now, if i can still see.....

given a so called 'choice' i mean a real man would know that apart from the fact that there's only one real sad, like 'sad really sad sad' thing i have ever heard in life, that isnt even 'facetious' [hmm just think of it as a grown up version of cheeky]   version of the only word that anyone ever needed in their backpocket, being ass ede iah mate
or ass ed iahhhh if yer posh


....that was then....t'abuv, 'duck' (of course she is my favourite if only she didn't suffer Btainitis, and the twenty stone that goes withit....
THIS...is now.

Saturday, 16 September 2017

PLUS.

even cataloguing your fuckups and so called hypocrisies and many a failure with the most actual real sublime Undertones.
That.
That what?
T's authentique Mister newboy on the block anyway lets get back to the point which isn't even made yet
Even the fuckin fatally-bulimic yanks managed to make a movie in 1954  where the 'Internationale' figured somewhat....and combined actual real sex on legs plus some genuine prodding at even my racialististic overtones of ' no way can such an old nonsense black and white thing with a load of spicks innit be any good' ..... so don't bother

Until everyuvva avenue has been explored and writtemn well-to....
hahhh thats a bit'o Black Magic.....
In order of actual sortof respect
one and two and three
but only for
five of'em duck....cos resect takes seven whole yrears to earn


'L'Extinction'' oui.....


is in' Virginie and Patfuckinrice sont les fils et les daughter du....Le fucin dieu....
I mean she add a brain with ...our 'Arraps'


I mean.just....let

go
even into the jaws of give up and entirely accept death

ohh hold the front page....she showed a lack of'
'control' and just
let go

only for five....minutes.....

but that means that you don't be....lieve in it...
or subtitleado in espaNOLit saload of Philistinain pants: no....
sorry luv its in the all of it - you have to keep moving through it - all........
even if you are distracted by the blonde hairdye bot...


I mean we can ignore the curly blonde, as one perraps always may,  and shoul but thats an opinion and those are banned in the land of Womans Hour and their 'how to say fuck off' counsellor babes but, FF to that o2..... I mean fuckit never mind brexi-luv......because Che knew a fight requires is the odds are stacked in the opposite corner against you, luv.....
Duck, you better know what luv actually means....

Or if we must vanity in respect of
the simple fact that aged rockers of the theme show that became Free birds all around....no, because old men with grey hair rather than blonde.....
sorry if they fight every day to duel with that sublime so that they can let it just tell its fuckin name and show its identity way way beyOnd ANYTHING THAT THE POLICE NATIONal acc cap....so called compute....errr......

old men with paunches even if i can still get into an 18 yearolds pants.....

should do something a bout their paunches
which wont be available on any NHS 400 quid course

If you want to know what energy is, and how to nearly burn it all up, it is, expect the best and figure out some way of enjoying their worst when that's all they can default into....
'tkeeps yer....slim
But it was so fine to see the balance of probabilities there before your very eyes.....hers averted....
maybe...
Only for....
five minutes.

Anyway in millions of abusive and anti thought-police, quite quite quite ....hmmm whatstheword.... invitations just like that twatish poem all the so called Alternatives Facebook to each other Orpham summit or t'other.....invitations...to use me for their good never the slightest hint of filthy lucre ...furthermore words coinfirmin.
One she states she has printed them out, and digested....like a book


errata Oriah Mountain Dreamer.....well I bet she never actually took a walk    in them a few timeZaweek...just to get away from the fuckin dreamers who would sell them via Facebook if it would buy them a few more clicks.....

And then there's Ayla..... fifteen....
It shows in lack of .......sorry you have to have lived and fuckin lost all that you have fought to the bitter end to win, to understand why.....
As the old man scholar said just after i found a free frying pan in Ha~t'en~Why......a bitago....
Fool young Lord Madn'Bad......
He would never know
You havet'oooooo
Make it up every day annew...
There's no way of knowin what the deal is....
But yerafter just fuckin make it up
every day.
Or believe...
Duck (that's my Oop final vote  -like as in Ive been through them all and all the slimy Southerners dont get it so despite the chronic obesitism, no, she's my choice)

Saturday, 13 May 2017

'private'.....

Two teens, and a ghost....
But what I really want to know, also.... as it is of course part of the only equation that matters, too....
Did Mister Know
Two odd undred years ago
wander up through and over the style that separates
Just an ordinary boring vista of young Oxford tarts vying with their ma
separates the border between
border the separate you and them and
The....definition of the class
never mind the divide
pity divide
divide
pity
The definition of it.
At just one little rickety old
style
One side
Style
the other
'private'
Did he wander... thus far?
I wonder
cos he searched for it
And it is
'cept there certainly isn't any signal so
it will always be
there.

But f'anyun had even dared to mention

Nineteen Eighty fuckin four...
While George is boring himself to'un early grave trying to be something he could never be cos there is only one meaning of all the way babe till the wheels fall of f'unburn
And it is all the way, or nowt.....

Question via Facebook John
ny Boy, even if one would never use such tools of the nasty Mon:

' does the panel believe....in anything....and if they do do they think that coming back into the fray after such an intolerable Aussie~style fuckin load of waffle.....  on drugs, probably painkillers especially now its official anyone who perssss sueded their babe to stop takin asprin for a fuckin moan of the month time.... is GOOD cos them pills do kill. indeed... that bouncin back on big fat black'un and showing as great example to the youth
popularity
such that the commentator has to mid whoop whoop state that the audience may be planted for all he knows
Nuthin.....is better than never ever takin it personally
And showin you can
When the other day you couldknee.....
and the nation needs a real Queen to set example....... John ....mere. boy...or sorry is it David who the fuck cares about nepotism....it never worked. there is only one...off'.

Anyway nineteen eighty four....
had one told me that thirty three yearn later..... it would be so precious and perfect it would make me, cry.
I mean that one farmer Mrs Marner I me err at last ...she knew as she told me how when you stick your knee between the legs of the subsidy man as a quid pro quo for life not being long enough to need his tags and labels ...'they get you via your beasts if they know you will not play their fascist~lite games.... or just not be a sheep' ... almost anyone without beasts for them to go for, its the ex girlfriends or they try to play the madness trump card.....  if mine is wired for vision they would have wrung their hands with glee: ' we got im now!! i mean define manic crazy glazed eyes and streamin with teletubby blue tears....and a bloody liar with all his elitist " i never watch the videos ever and certainly blind one eye if I ever see a picture of one of the enemy on iplayer radio listen again page..."... '



I have known rich, and poor ....
and it is what the word latter was invented for, viz....preference.
No, errata, just bearability.
And if the non~rhetoricians of the revolution that can never be until they tell some true truths will fail to un~rhetorate so direly
never mind the truth.

'private''

I mean a whole damn lifetime those are the two most significant little traps around a word, ever and I never even think of words like extremist as indeed if one is a scholar of it zall a load of cant.... The fuckin Pole [whom deservth his capitalisation]  did get it right like about a hundred yonks ago up to see Mister Kurtz.....its in page the first few.
i mean....nuthin appened.....
cept all of little only one little dream
And only that pesky little variable kept us apart
My favourite place in the whole world.

'Quiet' is indeed saying rather a *kovalot....too....

'Private'.......
And all along, it was the 'yogi tea'.....
'private'...... well if one were to accept that pesky equational factor of tea equals.....time.
As being the meaning of that
sublime....
One certainly has found it...
Why the fuck did I 'fuck' tho....
All I know is that if anyone had told me .... hahhh hahhhhhhhhhhh[really]
'abducted by the 80s' and of course the nasty little girl in her means she doesn't want you to know that proper Ogglin is by dint of the advanced search page and put in an accurate phrase or coupla words and only the fuck get them on the dreadful cant that became the screen....
God it is a good job, jolly show that my minds eye is utterly perfect...in the way i recall....

But..... such a lot of practice over seventeen months and why cannot I get right on cue that perfect line.... that is true because there is no post anything
But luv......i would rather luv a pauper.
Spesh one who admit ...zit...





Friday, 31 March 2017

Middle private lakeside:

thoughtbubbleno be true Joanne was talkin to herself and tellin me she could only think to herself when talkin it to herself ' what about if i keep saying "zero" maybe you'll err in my favour so called...'
talkin to the Whiteys:' hmm "livin in the moment" thats whats the problem with this load of newbreed idiots who have been forcefed the smile that will look good on the compulsory Youtube self promo sales video or Ted Talk....or of course the worse sin of all, assuming that a Hay talk will nourish anyone ever for real.... a word or phrase has to be sum upable in a few sentences to be valid; ehh I know i do live in the so called moment with more real issiiness than every elan bein chased around the Pen by a hungry drought ridden Abbo or ten countin its last moments of mere existence,  but as for even beginning to describe what it is.... consists of in real life that words were invented for in attempting to pass on the info......  almost probably impossible.....which is of course what they know clever them: that they cannot be found out. Not knowing what on earth they are talking about. You cannot fake real. Consistent~real that is.....

I mean...... snub yer hooked one at the cash......

All i really want to know and privacy is ok.....
(hmm where's the notebook oh yes its written on her envelope the moment it dropped onto my porch....cos the time was more perfect than any mere old mouldy book could predict, The Miss O Jenny do stay back at home, Sweetheart, and do my fuckin housework instead of goin out and havin yer boss letch at yer asymmetric boobs all day,  be a sweety now won't you ....
has he repented?
realised now we can hear it actually being born. I mean, to die for....witnessing that birth so at least The Tube did one good thing. Before they know and steal it back.
But the real key to life, is always having a reserve position. Two birds  to juggle amongst the bag of stones up in handy orbit, or if you are  a fascist Saudi paying for worldwide number 2 gunrunner UKs absurd national debt, just drop a sack of boulders on the so called lovers from a JCB ...i know i was there....
And that and its orbiters vcan never be forgiven.
The real key is that she should never know..... that it's no longer only 'about'...her.... And what with all the ridiculous levels i have to weave into figure outable vaguely germane cliches that are called books.... a true artist knowing that art does not shrivel up just cos you are past seventy, would not have a spare moment to bother with any mere gong.



All I really do know.....

is one little wee lassie.....
DID.... do something good. And that's not just me in full knowledge of 'hope' the most dangerous word in all the lexicons of all of Time ...spesh when life's this serene such that you get a letter from Missus Oppression is a beautiful Cruel Nurse....  and know that next to that beautiful prose of Eccles'  with no fuckin cakes as they werent invented when wimmin could sit down and write actual beautiful prose imagining when the time may just be right or not....to go and sow what someone else forgot to reap cos no one cares about their job ever and all they care about is the PR video....
There is indeed a time..... to enjoy what i know for a fact no other person would look forward to..... because she had a sense of humour...in the last place according to our Ken yerever goin to find it...
And anyway never trust a one of em....so ave yer Plan B really really very very...ready.
Now, the key to life that none of the ranty ones ~  the majority it would lamentably seem.... would get, is have one true line ready, maybe for, once the Last Affair is in order and a good promo video made to help others....
One line. hahh it would be fun to know, the true inner feelings if i let it out. Their true inner feelings.....
There is indeed a certain kind of time travel; it may be a loop back to endless meaningful encounters just a bit ago...or back seven or more years ago.....perhaps it is what peace'unquiet was invented for..... and i know what the definition is.

Golly McGosh....I know there is never ever any reason to have a lid open into the later parts of an evening. Ever..... Until there ....just IS. But it must only be once. After all at last the science has caught up with Margeret  and explained 1 categorically that anyone who may have ever uttered ' me i never had more than six in my life..' is just rather sad and that can be mitigation above all others .... that reminds me what a sad thing, I mean i never or rarely waste my time writing to any fine person and her excelent version of forgiveness is a feyword and be careful with it because its just accepting neigh perraps one day understandin..... that is far far more reliable a mindset of livin in the present and pasts are exactly that even if great material for funky song titles maybe one day....
And she never replied!
I always give em 2 weeks before the propriety warning light flickers into the sunset of eternal darkness that so called ease of communication has inflicted upon humanity.... because in the dark even red lines cannot shine out with what they were invented for.



Or maybe they are 'right' and zeitgeistinal.....

there is no such thing as one who could follow the required almost perfect moral philosophising that goes with the job.
Ergo.


Now, all I know....

is that for golly gosh whatzit now.... sixteen months, utterly no Searchin ever at all and certainly no plans to ever. furthermore any half brain who manages to tolerate the pea brained knows that searchin for anythin never got Odysseus's bed fixed ... that was just doin it when the time came and the energy was ok...period.
And that ok maybe Mister or i bet it was a Missus until Shakespeare came along and made all his babes merely in reference to some fuckin bedmaker of a male~king carpenter
Oh yes so upon homeward reentry whats the first line:
' and the prize goes to  and theres me knowin that it was going to be quite rightky at last Mister Cappaldi had become a Missus....no ...oh dear....of deary deary dear..... I mean I bet more than half the very Lordly bad timings themselves have been in actual real life so called gay so hasnt that well and truly been diversified into covering up the fact that all media is an utterly irrelevent little microbiological  cosmic fuckin nonsense cos ehh in the actual country the greater majority never have time to think of such choices between figurin out how to afford their kids sweeties and payin for the busfares for them now the schools go and centralise....
But all i know is if I were a real woman I would not stand for it. One fancy souped up machine...two men...how utterly predictable and backwards in time.
I think it should be feminist rubicon tipping point into actual rage and sedition and even pretend violence. And certainly a lot of getting arrested as the fact of humanity as my only real man knows... you have to pay the price and it generally involves a bit of blood. Whatever the absolute pacifist version of that is....
At least ' no sex anyone ever again with me unless the not~leftie because if they are theyve done a very very bad job of convincing anyone in this proto~Mussoliniist weird little Cardiff back alley I know everyones runnin into,  BBC put a woman at the joystick.... and make her NOT take her frustrations out with her right foot kickin the Tadile levers  ever ever cos if you do that post 25 ish then fuck pity pity you..... some of us know what 'growing up' means...

I'll give em so called remedial.....

So, there comes a moment when democracy, the actual version... the private conversations, with soul verve, poison~grace.... elan, and a duel to the equality of death, can be tapped. Neigh in fact lived, because there is no post anything untruth or fuckin bored little twats with too many media degrees between them, who cant get a job saying real things cos it costs a big price to go and find them.....
like, Emily.... we need a remedy to her or at least for her so that she can actually ask John what Martin was really like..... and how he managed to somehow not let the torture in his own soul fuckup the day job.....
Which is chucklin.
Sooner or later.
No matter what.
('so  if you die behind the tills [to my utterly ginormous friend, and i only use that word as sparingly as the gossamer nano film between her very presentism and mine but for the grace of some truly wonky goddess...] do you get a discount on the final checkput?' ..... ' too fuckin right, FREE... I mean you can imagine some of us have tried to smuggle in the odd cadaver.....and then there was the lady who had two hundred quid on her reward card and i asked wow that must have been a hell of a pricey  party.....  hahh hahh shed just buried her hubby.... and got her points.....' I mean what a horrid beyond valueless and unprincipled society never mind the fact that making your descendents look at a shopping bag symbol over the crypt or pyre..... what kind of weird cult nonsense has default become, I am glad I am not human; in that they are entirely rejected now.

But I like it that the mountain of lard with her asymmetric breasts...and minimum wage wont cover the adjustments.... knows...I am her true friend.



Rivers [the bloody Cannon's full of em], borderlines, anylines, our new skyscrapers.....

all so silly really; spesh when.... you can, unplanned,  this morn, and I never deserve a nap at ten am..... get there. Because there is a there.
***
That was then~there a good full minded week or more back, been sitting on her draft shelf for some time....since then.

' peace and love man'  thisafterbiking along.... a rare afternoon sojourn as there are mornings and fuck their filled up with....one day maybes
...I mean talk about a treble entendre for your lot really should be put down.....if only he knew.
The most important words of a good mil: at last, I a have found him. Mister Beyond mere Identity....
Mister so what if he's Walter...
Mister the only human being I have ever met who is so perfectly above all the arrogance the so called ~ and that's a worthy double underlinin their faulty weddin dresses a~gussets fucked up, so called: progressives

He is....Mister Remedy.
The kind that local dreadful listings mags cannot profit off.
Because he would never claim anythings wrong.
He is above mere Western constructs like peace and love, luv.
He was born by a brown woman to a white supremacist in the lands where you get in trouble rather bigtime for not doin what the supremes dictate...
He could not chose his dad; erhhhhh no comment.
His.... leg is still kickin Afghan's up their butts out of duty.
And that's what was required to survive in his time. Then~time.
And no matter how beautiful she is, he knows that sometimes if you are starved by cirx beyond mere control.
Black Swans are for the barbie too......
And I knew; that there was no way I would find him again after the initial abduction.
But all along, he was there. Almost, though of course its arrogant to assume or feel, because great is such a curious word...in waiting. Almost perraps for...what maybe next. All I know for sure is that only one person, got better.... discovered how to age and what it should mean......
My man, he's no mere man..... I have only ever met one almost god. I wonder, does he dream of his days flyin over Vietnam..... shooting down yanks in reprisal for the hundreds and hundreds of dead people one day in yet another one march the 17th..... maybe.....
And they require us to take them seriously. To lament for their wounds and damage....... sorry, anyone with even half a brain left could have managed an hour of The Deerhunter some dex ago....


Now, only one performance rightly has been at first tab position for months now. But I had to wait for the impossible......
Allies; who may get the joke.......zzzzz Missus....
About all them lotus seekers lookin for the cash at any moral compii cost base behaviour to pay....for their ever more dear remedies, dear....
And this aint about cash. It's about the price, the real one..... in knowing you deserve better brands of mulivitz than the next tart, by right. Or else. period........ and the last laugh wasn't on the many years non flossing bein the science recently proved that that was just false news ... The Mon at her evil emotionally blackmailin sneakiest....
(of course I enjoyed telling my 'stick~it~in~so~gentlist' man that all along i was RIGHT hahh hahh beat you and your mercantilic vandalism of my wallet..... just like all the people dead from neurofen just cos they had a bad tum from what natares always intended ....no pain no gain luv...
(hmm was the best thing seeing 'her'..... cripes there's a her I'm a afraid....)
Except there is another performance; ' luv....I never use the word sublime as its too damn precious a word to Miss Treat to a conversation never begins until its been a hell of a while....face to face... or if one must be a'bell, well double it to two hours to try figure the nuance and maybe truer meanings.... of chaos [never mine]... but Ive had a hell of a rediculously sublime few weeks.......I even stumbled across out of curious something or other why not have a look..... a heckle, surely i would never have ever heard again after all when you don't even understand what the hell you were doin the other side of the country at 16 never mind how you managed the walk back 3 miles in a daze the so called "trains here to serve you" ehhh......but luv, i could have died...of something, perraps pride...perraps curiosity....perraps.... to bee see'

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Hmmm... the smacked bottom, tuf luv party..?

Now the problem with this feral Isle is that no one 'values' the actual fact that the dystopia called, well it is offensive to women to call the ones who try to get regard, wimmin....cos they default to the lowering of orders when in fact in the real world, out of the hedge (literally) comes a man.....from Wolverhampton, a few morninzago
Who told the truth.
(and put away your guitars that need a good slap, because ....well only one quite good singer~male.... Di Doflate......  and about the best babe ever......in my humblest of humile not~allowed~to~opinionate my breakfast at dawn when all the other slobs of the land are just goin to bed, so it really should be called the Get The Fuck UP party.....
But even I had  a reason to be dozingoff lasternight and not quite falling aslumber at the prescribed ten to ten ' hmmm.... is that too far? I think I get the point... Mister Spader slappin her botty with his.... but how curiously interesting all those lines about "sexual harassment legal cases" .... I mean the problem with this land never mind the others so far away even  which ever Ung is still maybe alive can't reach.....and only the expensive people can be barred on the basis of a scalf or not and in a just world they would understand what the ranty old Orange man is actually doin em a favour....'
Anyway what not within my region nowt to do with me...... even if I know the answer which is certainly not baying for more cash, and if those others from Woolly Polly would just fess up Letruth.... : ehhh ...folks sorry, there is no more, they spent it the last three or four decades on an unviable existence and even more unviable entitlements.....perfectly personified in the entitlements of the regional "charity" minibus services to the old and scabid, which even I had always thought were a gift........ ehh no..... rather pricey rip off YUK and its that cloying fuckin self regard the so called Joans of Aark aark ear the OBE trundlin along thats the true splinter in the eye of whatever people dont seem to be able to even think of any more...... essentially patronage not only corrupts but returns peeps to the 1840s just when someone was planning a rather successful revolution~lite i recall.....
so unless ... no one will understand this so look away at your telly ... they tell the truth, which is along the lines of 'ehhhh.... your sharp elbows, even at the very bottom of the swamp end,  and inability to even share a car in rural backwaters hidden in the Woodlands .... never mind the so called according to their own Facebook brands, Green progressive types no only dont share cars but actually when occasionally they may [god that was fun and so predicted a few yearnago...... dont think I am a slouch I've been full time on researchin em for some years now...] use the ride to attack brutally based on some warped reading of Mister tully's tritest brand of tripe that is the only thing that makes me want to throw up my breakfast fully understood, especially that one three or four weeks ago god industrial gobledygook self reverential mindfulness livin in the moment she gets her Ted talk deal and ad rev..... if Dai Hash had a brain he would book the slots next to her gob.......cos there is only one thing guaranteed to exterminate all the West, and thats more and more of this fuckin guru nonsense in respect of pretending there is 'community' or anyone ever actually can listen to anyone ever because they are too busy listenin out for what advantage they may seek in pickin the pocket of one practicioner or other when shes distracted airin her yoga mat on the line..... oops errata i forgot, no progressive type knows about that any more, and certainly doesnt get that thats the only reason weather forecasts were invented and if you havent tuff luv smacked the bum of yer kid if they cant dial up the BBC pages to at least plan which day to get the buckets out to handwash I tall in.....you have failed as a parent so give yourself whatever the pacifist version of a jolly good bend over someone's knee, is.....
 cos they have expensive tumble dryers and the divorce settlements pay for them to leave it on day and night (which you will not see reported on in the three Wye lifestyle magazines all shabby versions of Harpers they cannot yet quite afford to be.... other than tangentially as in This is Not an Advert, no a quite essential local services advertorial for  jolly posh accountant services, discretion guaranteed et cet er ahhh....

Anyway i didn't know. I have spent a week or so in a Stone Hotel room  with a wonderful very black man  from Wolverhampton..... and will never regret it. But I did not imagine that the greatest journalistic scoop for some years has been handed me from the 'Old Timer' ..... decades at the junction boxes, him and I just chewin the grass stalks dicussing 'pairs' and how anyone who has humility may indeed as they come in to my lands at least mention " ehh... yes renovating all these old barns puts a bit of pressure on the party pair..... ehhh well I acknowledge that whilst Woolverhamton could actually cope with all of Somaliland turnin up on hols and Qat dealing trips and other such entrepenuerial activity.... the Llantony Valley can only cope with half a device... and twas ever thus....
But what is so so interesting, is how, sadly...Germaine wont get this of course with her upcoming,  just a bit of solidarity and some good tough luv scribblin ... I have already done it all...  is what makes the rural backwaters 'viable'..... and relationships as in of course the farmer or rural tramp needs 'backup' and even sometimes someone in his bed....  cos you need to train your own ferret handler as the default  position of em all....those whom use our pairs for shhoppin for theirs, yet seemingly cannot [for at least a decade but thats not very long in the great history of what narcissism actually means.].... 'cept one...  ' ehhhwww they smell dont they....'
As James Ferret and I discussed on the bell and drone t'other eve..... ' Aww....so Jim, do you have a wife? aww.... so of course we know what will happen when with no backup and probably all so called neighbours these days unable to not shiver with fearful neurosis  no one would look afterem if one of em ever chewed yer nasals off and you had to go in for a  refit... hahh hahh as we know thats impossible as all even the nastiest bitch of a fuzz can be handled...in time..... if your universal vibrations of the connected ley lines are as they should be in tune with no fear yer little git I luvyer anyway and Im bigger than you........ ear bite it if yer want, and Ill bite yer balls off thatll teach you......of is that what you want? intended.....  fun...... for the fun of it........ well I shall ignore you then see how that hurts!  of course the RSPCA will call that bullying too no doubt and have em off yer for that alone rather than do their job which is not exist off legal settlements....

Anyway hmm tall sharp elbowed ..... she got it ....
That in fact the so called rural regions.... depend above all on backup to drive you to hospital when some neurotic towny throws stones at your glasshouse ... because they would not get it, that living surrounded by glass, simply over time ~not that long actually, causes you to dance between vice and spade.....with even more care and grace. It is called a plastic mind made of iron filings, and dentists are to be spat at. period.

But.... perhaps the greatest tragedy of life is when someone can know 'what does not kill yer makes yer stronger', whatever the pacifist version of that is..... well I know actually, as it is my daily business.....
I mean perraps a couple of seven year gobs of boring time could nbe summed up by the 'sensetive' who invaded, despite the deatrh and destruction to families and relationships, real ones that is.... the ones not based on any fuckin soulmate nonsense but syncronising your whiff, because a real rural person knows that when there is a huge all hands on deck job or two...of the kind that local youth a few dex ago would relish all the enemies together lugin the fallen tree and realise that of course there are no real enemies, really...... and hence would be set great example....noh..... such things the invaders actually can no longer understand....
And will be thinking of their whiff if they did actually do a few hours sweaty work....when a rural couple has to think the long view, which is three days ahead as in a couple of days at the hay no point bathin each night takes too long.... we will however have the best bath there ever was after holding or joint nazals for a couple of days......
of course the sensitive invaders would find too difficult a subject to even contemplate publicly....despite it being the actual basis for their rural garden being civilised....
Which is why I like talkin about it at every conceivable opportunity....so the Green ptrogressives think you are evil; and bad and mad and dangerous..... even if of course one never actually says it is them one is talkin about....
maybe minds can be red after all.
All I see is yellow in theirs......

Anyway so ... funny old world, I mean i thought there was a law which was brought in by the nasty bastard party requiring them to not actually think about elections for half a decade.... until of course it suits.  Short lived (as i have screaMED SEVERAL YEARS AT THE SENSETIVE... ACC CAP. OOH POOR DARLINGS THAT SCARE EM OFF AS NARCISSISM DEFINE  is not knowing that everyone smells the same .. never mind the need for a tea party to discuss a duel with UKIP over the streetcorners....none of them actually even managed to hand one leaflet out at last time around... yet they all moan....
When the only moan should be at themselves for not tolerating each others diversity and managing to ever have those tea parties....
Which is ok as in some ways if nasty bastard # 1 Tony had rewritten his clause four with the correct new paragraph which is that the job of the left is to 'change within' without a violent Road ahead as The yanks of course require which is why Cormack exists... so of course they'll be at each other like a bag of ferrets every day Newsnight Emily so shut the fuck up we are just actually being what we were caused to be ...
However..... for one cause, just nownagain..... it may be good to join hands (if only she knew how good a handhold can be as cure for any weird scabid disease...anyway I cannot complain I took a lovely hand outside T'O~op on the 17th December day goneby of late, anniversary of the revolution.....  and felt her hurt at being in her own words 'they hate us' other..... There cannot have been in all of shopping history a more lingering and meaningful encounter at the tills....
' i thought you would be one of those horrid Sloaney tarts.... those striped leather few hundred quid boots they all wear nowadays to line up their high stakes gamble we do not notice the two hundred quid price tag....and that they never seem that mucky or worn out...... I see yours are well used, for the right reasons..... prey tell me who are you anyway, Linda Mack vegeburgers, a sense of humour...... these things in one person are not possible.....'
And only a real woman who maybe is a witch cos she doesnt care about her black front tooth despite more sense than cash wastin cash to some rotten old gold digger who would never admit it of course which is what vegetarianism was invented for ~  badge of honour......when no one knows anymore what the most basic rural honour is.....
Bein: to actually offer 'assistive technology' [ generaly speaking I am 95% Amish and love it, and at least they have one brain cell which is if you get mucky all day at least wear fuckin dark colours to save on necessary washes........which no woman can brainwash their kids to do any more perhaps they like the sweat stains so they can claim em of one mat or other rather than their nervous wreckin some relationship actually needed to maintain the logpile..... come what may....because rurality without some basic relationships that work over the middle term, even if you hate everyone as you dont go on enough walks.....is the only way you can actually make it viable ] and then ignore ones reminder, is worse than bein a towny who would find the words rural honour threatening.....

Hmmm.... a fine woman knows  that 'whatever doesnt beat you to death due the booze makes yer maybe just about full of poise n grace....on most days..... '  but the wonderful thing is i never thought, bein such phrases are to the new fangled precious Republic who are so busy worrying about one disorder or other of course the dont even know what republic means cos its not in their healin books....: real life... does require a less offensive pacifist version rebranding ... I mean even the word 'stronger' to most of these  blown in confetti fragments has them consulting some Facebook group as to what possible abuse level may follow  .... hmm, no pain, no gain....
All i know is that jokes are good, and best when on 'one'.... A decade ago i would mutter the key to life was knowing for absolute certain that yer only gonna get maybe three out of five 'feelin great' days past forty odd and most busy trying to provide a good Amish kind of existence for a few local kids over time,  I mean getting the most full of his small self Adam to eat his greens.... the quid pro quo of I hear you like Led Zeppelin, ok we can have it on extremely loud at tea, far louder than any adult will have ever allowed at the mealtime table .... however, there is a part you will now play in this non negotiable deal.......
... and i knew that there was no conceivable
And keeping all the zoo in place to chase off any scaredy cat Amish a most yime consuming task.....
#But, [under the CIRX! ] when in fact you are wrong, so so... and  nine out of ten is the newer impossible ratio for half a decade as I realised last summer .... I shall never believe a thing i know again....
Which of course no fascist of the so called progressive left can ever think....which is why Thery can have her cake and eat them.

All it would take is one honest line: ' Ehhhh..... no point moaning any more for another decade...never mind forgetting the bit that pious humble poverty makes people a bit more open and in fact a bit more chatty and friendsly if they can remeber not to be frightened of every so called stranger who chats em up in the Aisles...... and we all know that the so called "sharing economy" is a huge yankee data mining operation to avoid universal paid holidays et cet..... and Messianic crowd fundin is just paying 9% to yankee banks who get free Beeb adverts if they can hype.... but simply, the cash is spent plus the interest cant stay fraud forever...  a billion billions wont provide enough yellow vans [ as was so simply said in my day euph for off to the metal for a hol or so] or therapists to step in and
fix the feral parenting of decades now
get used to it..... all so called services, will only work if you stop runnin the doc slightest bellyache....
muck in a lot more....
beat up the head of hospital food who still hasnt learned in 100 years that good grub and greens makes you recover quicker..
That sugar damages et cet...
And sharing stuff rather than for the self regard of some Uber economy con artist PR CV starts door to door and here and there but certainly not down there .....

Which is all tremendously pious and of course has been Coopted for decades by one nervy thing or other who thinks she can save humanity with a new so called institution set up from her PC...
When Institutions are about gettin down dirty, face to face.... and holdin yer ground even when someone objects to the use of the ALLEGORICAL fuckin finger stuck up.....
And somehow....findin some way to makwe folk cooperate just a little bit..... even the ones on the streetcorners preachin it....
Who do not know of course that the only reason the smalltown streetcorner exists is because generations afore em somehow put aside their sensitivities and without any club or institution  ...at least managed to organise a few winters wood all hands on deck....so that someone would have enough energy to cook up the bacon butties the workmen needed in the V'ictalls....oooh my favourite word

There is no more cash and never will be...... Johnny darkie and even Jan the Plumber... have brains too and caught up! a bit... and the weath of so called nations will be shared....

Unless one leaves resources for the most needy desperate and shares those many in less well off regions already have like motors and all that malarkey.....
there aint ever any vague hope....so go and join the Libdems...
And thats all the so called Left need to say....and they will kill her red shoulder pads forever.....
Because people are not quite as stupid as every single one I know for some years has acted....  and assuming they will not actually say eres a bit of onest sense and truth...is humanist, of the bad sort.....
 that believes they can only ever believe crap. Which is clearly what they teach at all Pollys and unis for at least 20 years so ... me even if Oxford came begging and said i could have Dick's la la in return.... no way fuck off and allez the vous yourself to death.... cos there is no hope ever. Ever..... never. T'end.....
Life is just a smear of bacon fat on your sleeve.... one I shall always cherish.