Monday, 26 September 2016

I mean... there I am, on the return journey.....

Concurrent 'love' he lies....penwise
And recovering from the pure enjoyment of the last marketplace...or hall.
They bein the problem - the masked ball it all so is, despite ones efforts to get in there up closer.... people never say what they really, want, or need, in public..... that is hard. Thats all that matters when yer over the fifty bridge of sorrows and realise that bridges are just for jumping off either when you are a loser and can't find the reason to bother not jumping off them except to dive into the fresh warter when its lovely and warm....

And one flicks on the news, I mean only one 24 hr period of two letters could possibly make me forget fuckin ell.....
There she is, the second helping, of the second commin, a new improved updated version even if god hes gonna need some help surrounded by these sad angry gobby scaredy cat wimmin who have colonised the 'safe space' to endlessly moan about what is unfixable so they are by Einstein's def, nuts....
....  and here is his Judy (I preach to the JWs 'well according to Amos the real Jew, I do trust, hes done a lot of actual sane study, objective, ehh you have a bit of a typo in your so called good book on that one too, Judas was in fact one of  the best of the bad lot, so can we be free of that cute cliche too now thank you....')
His luvin Judy Princess Di: '[ I can't remember her words .... but there she was right fuckin seditiously flooring and talking the piss out of the uptight little criminal smartarse of the gittish radio 4 so called fuckin news reader......and she made me laugh, in love with er now officially no doubt about it, when in past times nay a mere year ago in my politics classes, I thought, neigh stated, publicly, she was the biggest drip ever and needed to go on cultural relativism courses comprising of grow up and stop lowest common denominatoring everything to fuckin Hackney for one ]'
Outloud: 'now I am ...happy'

But local, inspiration, is all that really matters.....I would never want to meet her, someone from far away, who is irrelevant, to our people...here. Which seems to have been entirely forgot as a t'waseverthuserism.....

I mean I've lied to myself for decades every play of thousands that one of em is above all pothers and it matters.... it does, but it doesn't, her art never changed me, only facing people and battling for change eye to eye ever changes you really..... backup from Pilgersesque fact checking thanks but....
Art is only ever art.... even the very best there ever was

And now the Mister long and slow burn at last has his rightful place I do hope like me he admits 'ehh you know what then i felt small and bad, jealous..... I never had the authenticity to actually go camping at Greenham in the winter mizzle, years on end.....all very well fuckin sexy CND marches for kicks but real dedication...I felt small and inadequate next to them who really did do the do......' but what we do not need is a whole department devoted to Black/tanned/ tanalised/shady anything needs any adjusting.... money is irrelevant as any philosopher I mean even fuckin bimbos like Klein can figure that one.....

Being good at stuff is all that matters and having a bit of time for the rest who ain't is all there is.... and proof, even if 38 years took to find, I mean one take, seemingly..... better than the original, well worn out....


only one politician, is as ....good. And I hope she is in his will.....

It;s whitey who needs a department: for not being...I mean I have had such an ultra zen summer that I even made the time to have a look at online Glastonbury.... after giggling for hours I mean I iwsh i had taken up dope ... three little boys in space cadet costumes ..very expensive ones by the look of it, wailing about trashing planets well......
And then her...... chubby chops  who is off to fuck off and die in Los Angels nonsense anyone with a brain knows that such a place is beyond all hope ever blah di god almighty ....

Simply, its whitey who needs a department for can we have some real singers please.....who you can tell have like one real emotion thats real and actually dont care that much only about them selves and all they can come up with is nonsense about lost loves ..... never mind when you are 21 you know....nothing.......so shut the fuck up. And politics.... that is for grown ups....


However talking of muses, there we have it... that one simple 'question'.... and real equal appreciation must be based on loving someone enough to challenge them: I know humaity and hate it all so much I know there must be so many environmental laws ~ big fat slobs of laws that sit on silly people and tie them up in bureaucracy and punishment even if I don't believe in any punishment as Ive never met anyone free of not being lost.....so am no anarchist. And furthermore greedy pigs are too stupid to know that stolen money or even that cheated or unfairly showered, tastes like cheap second rate nuts....so fiscal fences are for folx owngood..... or just ban it all
But then politicians every one almost a complete stupid narcissistic jerk devoid of any soul..... yes.....
But therein is the problem, I would join the 'we are beyond all politics/ians... they are now nuthincrowd....' especially one.... but is it true? is it really really true? They always have had some power - the power to build schools or allow people to home educate, or not...
I know the crowdfunded swarms of pass the money hat lot and keep the palaver stick off my bottom thank you very much.....
And it doesn't seem to really work.....  wish it would but went to study it properly 2 years ago and the most experienced of all of em - several hundred several decades of hilltop anarchy and good folk some I and known a long time..... they had concluded we can only have peace if we do not have nice peacepipe meetings ~ they simply don't work.....

Mister More 500 years ago never mind anniversary of one rather groovy dark summer 200 ago..... he as much as figured the same.... unfortunately, there does have to be some sort of system....
hahh hahh hahh one thing i do know for sure, i got copyright on a lot of whats rot about this ine because the only thing that saddens me is how blinkered even the supposed fuckin ethereal Queens of the Alt are that they have utterly no idea at all....... (there should be, as always, just a 'class' in front of hyphenated into, blinkered.... t'other.....who don't eat the same health food, don't chant the same runes, don't have the same opinions on brexit, or et al...its called being a bit U middle class as against a bit L....just as Mister T a hundred years and more ago simply nailed to the rotting foundations in such a fabulously seditious way and with simple statement of what is, and whats a fiddle...... I don't think I shall ever quite recover my poise and grace........so what to do with the energy, that's the q.....and the real q is there was always one Bridgey book that no matter what, is almost in my DNA.....indeed relates in the least expected setting the surely 'purest' form.....  )

Hmm now four months six months really in the planning of the last few days......  inspired by the only reason there is to live, really, and poetry is perhaps if you are willing to imagine nothing is ever possible...... and just leave it there.  Except it would take a lot to get me to leave the hills......indeed, everything, 'part time'.

At least i do know that Little MissAlot...is indeed possible. not one slightest doubt....

Now, Chubby Margret takes my advice......the best 'advice' is that which you really are not sure why, even if it is a good reference.....I never watch anything through twice and did last week.....   Just not sure.... is this something 'useful'?....  Initially I had thought so much ...so.... I know it is so... but I am not sure if I can say why ...  which is perhaps why it is so, some things ~ but only very very few things and I mean I only hate one country in Europe quite a bit, always have, spent enough time there to know why too,  and its there for gods sake ~ that something ..... just is...maybe magic.



Anyway less of this cultural fuckin pretentiousness no one i know even notices the local boys...lads...blokes..... some are ok, not too mentally fucked from booze or lack of sleep.....   that it masks how sadly ill in other ways they are....  and you speak with them....gently
About tit
just to ice break then slowly gently.....waiting for the time being as right as itlever be
It...and wqhat help there is ...ok not but juts a tad of effects due the causes....

And...it's as if language was no longer for anything.....

And if Mister JC2 or goin non  18,  thinks he can fix that with just a wad more cash....he's more fuckin towny stupid than even the BBC brand him......


There is only one cause, and thats being stupid enough to know you are happy consuming....almost anything

There is a balance, but I have only known one the same side of the see saw as me.....  I wonder how she's doing...?.
There is a thing better than any love, it is purpose......  getting it ....right.
And i did.


















The lacuna, define.....



.... but these damn blow in mystics and miscellaneous 'users' I call my one trusted blowininsh friend...... there is no mystery, in what always was since civilization was invented, that people ~ soul to soul or older smile to wrinkly toothless hobble..... need to help and work with local people......  soul to soul whatever the fuck one of em is....

An old man, a very old man, many years I have tolerated.....once made my living out of him...... always made sure my own blood knew him well...... because he had something I don't quite know what to 'give''''as one must always only do, when roaming over to another tribes patch.....of course none of these fuckin blowins know....
And thats all very well and pious moral compass......
But class, that horrid thing which despite every stupid younger commentator still defines..... someone, me, perceived as not quite the same 'class'... when in fact Ive had my own* suite at various Carlton Cannes and knew full well I was above the Penthouse, so pity them....who think there is any niceness there.....



* provided gratis by several past friends, lonely rich, lost....desperate for remedy.... which generally meant get a traveling companion etc blah blah so interesting not enough lifetimes cos..... I care only about one thing, describing the good points of the gender my own blood has to tolerate for i truly hope a hundred years... anyway they are fascinating, maybe at last I sort of get it....
Oh yes Swedes and books: hmm thing is I am loyal and in fact even if I don't normally ever pass over books knowing you never get em back and never even get a swap in return I dont know whats happened to every one....  nasty people tribe band of selfish lost brigands one can only pity....
But that was interesting..... the fat one Margret...several years she is pinpointed as interesting with her rare sense of humour ...
Sataft: ' Oi chubby, do you read?.....Well look there is someone I hope gets it...it is just about dont ever take any of our selves too seriously and thereby is love and freedom which will enhance the lives of others too......and a superb hilarious i mean i cried once every chapter in delight.... [when English writers like Smith, A or is it Monica,  and Self can only try be clever and smart and moan]...anyway one I hope will get it..... you I know are the only person in this horrid dump of Notting Hill escapees i mean just look at em posing on the pavement out there...... i could tell you how half of em promised to join my save civilisation campaign and while we are at it save money by saving it on your aurfares back and forth to fuckin Tuscany....so many said THIS TIME we care and we will muster, and did they fuck...just look at them....I wouldn't even recommend a Beautyful piece of thoughtful and honest art in just the end credits,  to any of em never mind t'other ....anyway you, please ..... read it..... it's remarkable as the answer it just makes me laugh and no English writer has done that for years....... please....'
' ohh naughty me....'
'So, hahh do you have to fine yourself for being overdue?!'

Gosh.....she listened....
Opinionated not
 then ....
just

did

That is impossible....

Now I can die in peace......

oh yes, a better tale though, i will never tell. Indeed is perhaps the definition of 'it'.....
An old man, many years partial ally.....I know that only one person locally...for quite a few leagues, will have ever said.. over two decades,
' well at first you intimidated me as the hocus pocus brigade do ...  but over the years I know there is something, but over the years I know that to prune the tree of the dead wood, i.e. those who demand there is something they can put into words or thought are dead wood, is priority...and figuring who or how is even harder priority.... and knowing there is something is something entirely private, for ones self only, maybe it is the key as in freedom, blah blah but you should certainly never write books about it as thats fraud - false pretenses, you should be arrested for it sale of Goods act etc....
' But a proper study of it, you call it the sublime....
' I also call it the sublime even if I think its a word tainted by too much Byronic heroism and pants and PR  and terrible modern books written by Hawkish women prostituting themselves for royalties spouting clever rubbish about real desolation and bad wifi they would never know for real as only after years of it can you begin to call yourself Oscar or even Keats himself ....  so I don't in public...
' Here i would  never have said this fifteen years ago, but I do now know that I think I do know what it, is.....or at least have some experience thats not poetic nonsense natures grandeur there must be magic they can make cash selling for Christmas cards..... I think I know better than anyone else i have read what it is, maybe even whats the deal, provisionally..... and though we, as in us right thinking folk,  don't speak like this, i do know I am the only person for some leagues, local, you even my nipper's friend....who has grappled with it and the false purveyors as part of the journey..... I am the only fuckin local who knows about it like you say you write about it.....and i kinda care about it....
and the bit that you really can't say, hidden in the most obvious lacuna ever to anyone who sets them self up as church warden village elder and benefactor, ehh does any other local deserve them that good collection of em, maybe in your will..... especially as i have endlessly for a decade had to listen to endless incorrect moaninings about death any day now, so you can't be that good on the sublime though of course I am the wrong class to have an equal conversation about it with you blah di....which of course even the official Oxbridge and Legion D'Honeur [german version] scholar will be too thick to for a second, get....
'so, please could you recommend for the next generation, some of the best books on it and generally the human condition, maybe make a short list of what's in your amazing library so maybe i can get them in one day for ....[not for me]......
Define lost mad incomers even after 20 years: don't understand, humanity and inspiration, influencing, all of which got us thus far, can only ever meaningfully happen in your ...'village' ...



Duty, and propriety....

So just a few weeks ago some fat old insomniac sugar addled thing I rather like said....In fact I bet even the perfect politician who spat out the biscuit, knowing it just makes him one of them, too,  he would even like her too....
[OC]To me 'its as if you are preparing for your own perfectly tidied up and very long~spring  cleaned funeral pyre...'
Well, now.... we have to get that rhythm...at last.... now my babies are all ready.....  because only one whitey ever had that rhythm....
perhaps born of, just a few days ago I heard the proof for ban religion ban fuckin Mother Mary and ban Eyertoller this that and t'other and get fuckin Americans and religion and fuckin bigender nutjobs off my wireless please like it used to be in the old days before some nutjob lost young BBC criminal git realised that the easiest way for him to get through his gittish little life was to fill the wireless with psychologists and academics all day pestering him to be on his show, from the lands where everything else is backwards except maybe they have reasonable broadband so he can see them on his skype, it taking more EFFORT to get some wise non~genocidere french or German or portuguese greater writer and thinker on the wireless ....from countries  where they arent by default all gonna push pills (even to my ex sidecar i bet, by default ~ because thats who they ARE!) ...go mad and bad. arent all killing each other every day so we now have to have endless clever programs about how many killed in a day....  how about some, or rather ALL, programs from countries where they kill hardly anyone every day.....  the best thing you can do for a mad person is ignore them, pet them, occasionally humour them, but certainly never take any advice from them for fux sake, and who says when it comes to 300 million of em the rules should change....
In fact I want to hear why a range of other people manage not to murder each other every day and not become [very very lone, like one in 100 mil, despite some dreadful was it Rimes woman i accidentally heard her from Hyde park woe is mee ing ....from her stage, so piously preaching, for record sales 'oh people, in these times of such division and terror...' fuckin ell ehh I havent noticed anything other than a load of ordinary middle class people, neighbours or same roaming patch,  who can't make friends with each other any more as they are so fearful and weird,  and about five mad kids out of five billion who watched too much Rambo ....

Anyway rhythm....done gone and forgot my point...a whole weekend sat ...well no thats a lie, ehh as per normal, pottering around keeping pecker up no matter what and not bothering to even pretend to be needy.... and fixing, some fabulous fixing, despite.... and a dozen clever little few liner lines at my fingertips, inspired by courage ~ mine, even if the only lie really well apart from a definite table of hierarchy, that i was 'ready' all last tidying away a life~jobs done........... so perfect poise'n grace  not quite perfectly in place...but I know it will be any moment now.

but keep to myself

yes, heard a few days ago, proof that ALL political correctness and cultural relativism is bad and should be ceased with immediate effect because quite simply, apart from great art perhaps coming out of trouble and strife.... [which may indeed be a pun, except the act is not ~ pain is best healed by dancing with it and turning it around in the waltz to laugh at itself in the mirror, for sure]

I mean facts,  the only truly great communicator and brave open person I have met for yonks and yonks is one of em  whom
' 100 years ago the Irish were known, as, like,  for 100% certain, to be the Neanderthals of Europe.... '
 All backwards thinking must always be only challenged with full frontal  lobotomy, or at the very least nudity if you are  a purest peacenik like myself....  but you have to have the right accent by which to ...dance



And now.... thirty years on...... I look at the side of your face..... I know why only I fell in love with that song...then.
hahh I am only teasing myself.....

Now, this time, there really IS a new leaf, a table of Rasas lined up for your kind attention; in fact the culmination of nine months very very hard work, and it is all very simple: no matter what.....

(hmm thats a point 5am this morning ~ excellent, back into the absolute perfect routines ~ someone, someone 'loved' .... well lets not get wires to crossed and weaves too dusty for the reader, I know exactly what a dozen concurrent stories are and always will, and furthermore the few, not that one likes to be too judgemental, but the few ~ and that is very few, whom at least start with some attempt at open conversation without assuming without being too fearful..... 'letting?' you take her by her shoulders as you are speaking, continental style ~ because it works, you know via the taking of someone by the shoulders or bear hugging the well armed old Russian [half brown too, if my ex coparents knew I would carry on hugging tinted, or tainted in CE eyes, old brown bears because  no one else will doubtless that goes on the alienation list as number one feature]....anyway 5am, the perfect eight hours, arranged around  the fact that two hours before dawn is not only almost always the warmest time of the morning as one discovered near seven years ago  ... but I like being up and active when no one else is...  because I am anti and pro social in one.... and a wise guru not that I could be bothered other than really quite part time because even if one met the real love of ones life ~ is that defined by perfect equal?  and every breath was bated dreaming of her thinking twice,  i would still go for long walks without any phone in my pocket   .... as I do on Sundays, all Sundays,  anyway where was I....
Oh yes .... now, a book. Covers and judges..... and also handing on things that when they are set in the last place you ever care about - some dreadful suburb, and miserable grumpy unopen people, and townies with binary issues.... and one wants [i never hand books over, only to two people - I wonder if they will ever meet as the only reason to pass fifty is in fact to hand on great examples, good influence to those poor things struggling to get to it... and the geneticists will never be able to prove that one way or other once the mores [ no thats not Moors despite recent media fashions they are irrelevant,  thats mores, defined as Blarney ~ talk....]
The thing is...... I am not 'him' ... not at all..... and I hope I am not thought 'him' or even there's a bit of him in everyone.... but as if to prove my EU solidarity is pants preaching, wrong, because it is not about even solidarity, it is about mores, or to get fancy pants, civilisation......which was always only ever based on one thing, inspiration.... which is only ever based on one thing.... getting under the skin..... which unless you are a poor moron who never kneed the morons of the church in the balls, the matrons of the Magdelene enslaving children for their own nasty benefit, in the kidneys, [pacisifst version whatever doing that non~violent.....  I mean if only even wiseish old men would stand up for themselves: 'fuckin biscuits, fuck off Emily back in time to the Oriel..... when you all sat there guzzling sugar all day, MODERN men have done their homework, some like this writer have even their own rather good theorey about sugar intake biologically 'marking' a change in behaviour ~ which is largely what nature is, markings, signals, winks..... in the case of homo piss~in~his~own~watersupplyis  just to show off his status and riches, that may well be the roaming ...

oh yes at last!!  i have so many words to get in collected this summer and only ONE of them off the wireless! as the only real woman I have ever met knows, and shares.....' I can't listen to their appearance obsessed fuckin moanin any more either! so make sure one has the thing well and truly OFF anywhere near 10am on weekdays  [wimmins hour, I should make you, work....]'

flâneur     ~ which has only been writ large in recognition of the ENglish babe who goes and writes a book about being one, for booksales~ only alowed to because she sounds so good and yummy on the wireless promoting it.........sorry, you have to actually be one, to be one....properly, like my fence from forty years ago....properly.... not for effect, not for anyone else, not for show......for your....
self......
And i know what real flânnin around  is.....and meanin it.....
Real flânnin is only ever between you and your god..... or if you happen to meet the odd Goddess well thats between her [god, I have all the proofs you ever need, wicked sense of humour, wise, no not wise no one KNOWS thats the big one thats what makes people unhappy especially the so called Christians....

Anyway thats the hard one ....god I hate one thing only, being confined to the best chats, in the one place frankly Ive had enough of for a lifetime .... the marketplace... or hall.....
And the so called 'progressives' never mind love lorn flânists, need to make one FIRST law.... (as passed over yestermorn to associate number one) ' ok I have a range os sensible manifesto points, like even ten times the spend on a sick nation wont make any dif cos its the PEEPS...not the 'politicians' until they self administer something called self restraint...and dont be greedy and use the dox unless they REALLY need the dox.... there is no hope.... and as for health, well a wise old man would just trurn round and say Emily I will fuckin ban it.....no matter how delightful the French vendeuse may be,  no matter how a bit here and there may be fine of course..... but the theory of sugar as marker may be true ~ homo~flân  there s/he is .... tough guy Mister in front hasn't yet discovered that being open and admitting the only time you have been truly happy, because happy is just sacrafice happily given, is attending to one's kids' smalls  anyway homo~flân is wandering around, up the Black Mountains, over to the Brecon Beacons, if s/he dare and is well armed..... Up above Knighton ~ always the best things happen around there.....  pinchin, or lets not use the trendy word 'foraging' (hahh the stupid cunts complaining that its been made maybe~illegal in New Forrest.... if you don't know that ALL disturbance to ALL of nature by nasty two legs is bad, full stop, period, no argument...and any way nature can just be left alone to fuckin catch back fuckin up a bit...is good.... well you should be banned as a so called 'environmentalist' for life...
    
homo~flân, wanderin and gatherin......and nickin the odd bit of left over Bear feast the hunter~bears who didnt need the Victorians to rebrand themselves hunters wow look at us, because they actually are hunters...eyes to big for tums  so   homo~flân knows that in fact when the easiest of all protein and fatty acids source, shellfish, mussels..... yummy oysters .... Swan Mussels hahh i know where there are tons of em massive things ..... just in my back garden actually....
When you are to far from waterways where you can sit all day and with minimal effort have a jolly good bouillabaisse and thats all you ever need ... anyway s/he  decides that on the wanders one particular spot in The Woods...well its a bit nicer than all the rest and The Pool is just behind the hedge ...full of like one whole bouillabaise portion in one easy to grab shell....
'hahh lets camp here a while......'
And then a Black Swan goes and flies over squawking at the Heron and accidentally gets its angle wrong diving from above and headbuts it to death like a one in a million thing but there you go.... so he goes and invents some nutjob nonsense to justify the significance of the place where in fact its just nice anyway, so s/he hangs around a while longer than usual....
by dint of which s/he could be bothered to suss out where many of the stingy things have their base camps in the locality, knowing full well that nasty stingy things yuck, avoid.....  however having gone and gobbled up all the Swans  and winter sets in oh well last resort go and raid the stingythings because they have sticky stuff that tastes weird [if like poor Victorious as against the failure one with the longer beard~JC2 you havent had a biscuit for a year and thus are sane,l gosh the weird taste of the stuf if you arent 'used' to it] but fills you up....  

..... so you are stuck, and that needs 'marking' beacause there is one thing that likes being done when it can be done PROPERLY ....and furthermore the net effect too can be done properly.... so nature is clever and sets up a little trick: ok you are stuck, good, I know because you have the time to eat sweeties or bee  infested cream donuts,  shagging time then, obviously duhh..... A so that plenty of time can be spent on it, and B, if you remain stuck then theres a Rose Tinting and silver lining in well maybe a few more sprogs may survive than if they are dropped on the high passes of The Brecon Beacons [hahh theres a lot of levels in just that one smallest quip] in  flân mode, or if we want to be sophisticated, a~la~flân~mode...
Or to simplify into Eastenders language (even if I speak blind as I havent watched any telly at all except a few great films and plays of interweb - no telly I am pure.... and a small bit of criminal BBC so called documentary which if you ask me has become greedy lifestyle choice fucking wank almost entirely):

Wandering and nickin bear or wolf leftovers, when the shellfish runs out, and of course loads of yummy nuts and seasame sticks ~ i used to live on nuts and SS before i decided* to care....and thus became too bankrupt, to eat nuts and SS from Hay 'Cheeseman' as we called him and helpmeet~her for years.....

For some unknowable reason ~ maybe the (female, they have always been more dangerous) chief of the wandering band of homo~flâns is suddenly in love concurrently ~pure total mature and well known respectful equal love despite the myths saying its never possible,  with three wandering lesbians from the parrallel tribe wandering the other side of the river.... so ...etc.... the tribe is caused to effect a hanging around in one spot...

Ma nature is peekin over the fence spying on the lazy campers ... such bad gatherers that they run out of all safe grub except for stingy place sugary stuff, 'eureka, i will make that their marker!' ....

But...... hmm.... now when flânning and hardly ever any sugar they have time to ingest I notice they are all calm, peaceful, frankly couldn't give a fuck about being rudely trolled by him in the rear, or her out front..... quite happily content in their own little bubble of a state.....
ANd their minds work so well as they wander, on the flân, eyes open for any poor squirrels pride and joy of a winter store of HER! nuts..... to steal..... that they write better poetry about, ehh. non Byronic things that by dint aren't vain nonsense....

SO, hmm...... how do we get the sperms further around than my predecessor alowed..... updated ma nature [this is history dear reader so like ehh 'updated' in this setting means the version of her that was around about 1/4 mil years ago, and dont think she has a mind, she just is, and like present day Mickeysoft her updates are long boring and meaningless...she just ..is]  

[Ma N] 'Eureka! ...i know what, lets kill two birds...[is it even permitted to say that line any more.....it is in fact the definition of 'love' ... valuing someone enough, for the right reasons, such that you do not make them feel that ones work is just for them, and lie saying it wasn't, surely the best of all definition of whitey lies... that are maybe ok?.....  ] ... let the honey - increased rate of eating it all day only cos they are desperate, mark, yes that the gatherer, and hunt a bit of everyone elses grub and maybe once a year a Mamouth just to prove we are tough guys and pay back the Bears..and lie about it in cave art making it look like we are special, just like every single broadcaster on youtube about themselves these days doesn't even know what is truth about themselves ...or how to spell pure subjectivity and philosophy....
SO [not my italic, Oggle doesn't even know what off switch means, so blame it on her] to sumarise, honey, or fermented occasionally into booze = marker, signifying stuck, in one place.... generally speaking more sprogs will survive if not lugged about too much up hill and down dale .... maker become = shag.... lots..... and the only way to do LOTS of it is lie cheat steal scrap... nick the neighbors wife, beat him up if he comes looking for her when he has in fact been your best mate for years writing,,,,neigh purer, COLLABORATING, on  poetry about honeymooners and pacifism and nukes and all that on the last long two or theree year flân ...indeed it is as if schitzo the mood change.....  because I Ma N., need it that way.....I am you, I am a bout more of you always, and if I decide to put you on the set of Eastenders and addicted to melodrama and ranty mad stuff......Let...it....Be'



* because if you dont you are not homo, because i reckon theres an inate thing too about taking PART, brave courageous elder,  once the fecundity is on the wane....



Meanwhile I like songs about shellfish and cracks....



So, just a little pree.....mature.....

But, there..... there is a place where ....

Hmm what was that one song? always surrounded by philistines despite half of them in ones 20s even being at Goldsmiths or the like, no one else got....

What was that song? Even if
' stop going off on tangents!!!'
And talk about the whole Blarney Stone in one day! ' aww ...I wish you WOULD communicate; so many hours of talk and all along I was operating blind, when I first met you I knew, or at least I decided to risk, thinking I knew,  that for me to really care about the so called environment of the so called planet, well everyone, even the asbergoisie needs a ...helpmeet....so get one the fuck sorted......even if near impossible....because no one even when really really super spent lots of nice nice time with even with really super super sweet good younger translators, means what they say...'

Anyway that's their problem, me never ever ever again do I for a moment let any bother ever not bother cos it d'aint ...  all I care about is somehow and it doesn't matter what manipulative coercive lie~spattered palaver on a malarkey with a load of Blarneys being chased around the poor stone by nutjob 'Asians' who think that if they kill it and grind it up into a powder and sprinkle it on their cornfalkes it will somehow give them the same magical powers and meanwhile just as the Blarneys are about to come up with the greatest poetical line ever about the Pangolins which are now only ghosts chasing them around because they never took the time to write any moving poetry about them to save them ... they all go extinct, because all the 'so called' greens can't manage even to have so called tea in the same so called kitchen and pretend that they have the so called solution to their own so called ego problems, which mean that they never actually sit still in one place for long enough to have a so called proper open human discussion because it can't be called one at all until one has been 'talking' for at least an hour...... god I do so much gentle preaching i forgot who said that maybe wisest little aphorism ever, Neruda?..... Je crois...


Sunday, 25 September 2016

Saturday, 24 September 2016

video.... 

AT last, never mind all the preparation (me diligently at, in lovely solitude, near nine months)

(the fool last week she said 'sounds like you are preparing to do a hook to the ceiling....'. ...all I know is a wish a man could make me laugh, like he did...... the last tract one would have assumed ever may, and Sweden too.....every new section, has some gem..... and the best gem is I never give away what I know no one ever bothers returning.....and some may even use against you.....)


video

what do you want? what a biggie.....

What, do you want. All I know is that truth is one thing, being strong enough to only tell part of it so as not to ....well, who knows.....  
All I know is that to have, dependent not on any other, got somewhere a year ago, so damn healthy~ but healthy is the f word (i wish she had used it again but that marketplace I am so sick of it all...all the distractions, the sugary nonsense..... the people whom think they know anything about you when in fact Princess Di has no chance unless she makes cups of coffee in the quiet in the kitchen where a conversation does not begin until you have been speaking an hour.... law!), and knowing you want that, back, and that not having it back dependent on others is just the price, happily paid....
Healthy f words, 'sexy' too..... but less of that as post fifty one is forced to 'lie' .... just because.... and 'healthy' is just a euphemism for wandering the hills for a few hours most afternoons making up verses of poetry about those who demand they must have their 'health' for almost ever..... as (as Bob knows~ hahh an illegal shop manager, 'i have the blackmail material now on you! I could demand your job....except after the last 24 hrs rushing to get the letter out... that is it, forever, no more giving anything....or at least not to charity.... ) terrified control and cliquey I'm better than youism.....
Wandering and entertaining onesself with good verse, on the one you would like to grow old along with, mustn't care too much about what goes into her gob..... because I know no one who ever does anything, do......risks...derision..... and neigh demands sane advice is taken in..... because thats what you have to do if, hmmm care is such a strange word.... but caring to inform regarding any child, is all that ever matters so the vanity in 'caring' even if tinged with ulterior everything there ever was, and one can never speak truly of it despite post fifty indeed truth is all that matters in terms of healthy grace....can be allowed


hold the front, pages......

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'Jehweh...Jeww em.... jeweh ..mee.... increased majority ...Ohwww Jeweh,mee. '

Now if only she would get f***ing and blinding ' bolshies in their snowboots.... fucking, cant....'... we need a real woman, jobshare....
she, made me laugh....again.
And I have earned one. Today I earned one. This morning I earned one. For many reasons..... especially the main one which is shall not be vain enough to think any feelings are ever other than just vanity.


'sexy/ 'sweating'......

L'edit......ion?

Though I cannot of course give this edit as 'example' of the issue, it is the example of the issue..... that no one will listen to. Because it isn't 'sexy' nuff...oh yes t'is...

Friday, 23 September 2016

"gentle"

no not viss, viss is the triumph of man, by dint of dawns, and despite em, and being ready....nearly

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Saturday, 17 September 2016

In beardie's earshot, in fact as I am continually taking snaps of his mugshot:

'look luv, the way you deal with this lot rather than your sneaky tactics yes I heard about.... getting the yank to go and tell them there was no room in the empty market for their cashgenerating sales material..... I have colour coded [no i wouldn't not worth the effort but just for fun, other things I do have cause to colour code....] cross-referenced evidence lists with pictures of all their inadequacies especially on bible stuff fuckin ell they didnt even know who Mamon was I had to tell em and as he constanltly reminds everyone despite promising to keep it  a rare "secret" I have some blood connection with some maybe number of some maybe beast.....    I have destroyed their so called scriptures...and the coup de grace came today with Mister Ozz's fabulous new work... ehh yes he is a real brain, he has Legion D'honneur....for writing luv, thoughtful writing, that goes for you too beardie..... that all along Judy was innocent, picked on by lousy rewriters of imaginary history, illogical..... and in fact I will change my name to hers to assuage the 5.45 am god fuckin repeat of some poor child being emotionally vandalized by her mum/dad ~perhaps that should be unbinaryised into m/ad in one...them..... no binary books alowed in their house or selection of internet scamming..... and poisoning the mind live on air for gods sake.... imagine the Facebook hits she is gonna get...... and the likes of you will say what a brave lovely woman/man/it/them/colaborative effort....doesn't make em right....or not child abusers as any real confusion heaped upon a brain not fully developed til 25 is evil...
 ' anyway back to....reality...... what a week, Oz goes and puts right perraps the most assumed figure in history..... and then there is that other thing, ten years I have preached, the few things I do: 'ehh meat eating man the hunter was not only an absurd Victorian construct of the image they wished they could have to get the ladies in the sac..... but wrong, I would say, neigh, I would bet 75% of the protein ever consumed by homo fruitbat has indeed been foraged, from the obvious place to live by due the baskets of stuff even i with my fab appetite couldnt gobble through in a day...... shellfish...molluscs....flavoured with, sea...weeds...... the other 24% leftovers of greedy lions or othersuch their eyes too big for their tums..... which isnt very sexy in the Victorian man the hunter steaks of course why no one will ever listen.... the other 1% in deperation all other sources dried up, ok go and run one down yourself.....
The former two activities leaving of course almost zilch in the so called fossil 'record' which so called ain't actually very good as it so called doesn't tell you about what~not....in that case fossilised.... like the nothing you need, other than a fig leaf and a pool of nice warm water to wash your figleaf full of oysters of any remaining grit before gobbling em whole..... and tearin up the figleaf.....

Anyway where was I....   Oz destroys the trolls who have been so nasty nasty about poor inocent Judy for so long.... Attenborough FAILS to mention even a twat like I had the Niles etheridge book ..i could have sworn it was but even if not, book written 20 years ago on aquatic apes.... so fuckin ell theres no big anything ... nor mention the absurd male dominated Victorian rewrite of history on everything that will never be overthrown unless EVERYONE goes whatever the clever git word is for bananas&Shellfishetarian ...cos thats what NATURE evolved us to be.... or we told nature angrily we were goin to be so go and muvva sort out the sideffects..... which is her job.... and out job is to be what we became....
Until the feminatzis have some really effective policies all they will do is keep getting tearful on the wireless about emails i bet they never even read......

Anyway back to preachin: ' look luv..... I have a primo Leviathan table of hypocrisies rigged up that show this lot should be burned at the steak here and now.... and as I am reading em out and setting the match to the petrol round his feet this beardie will still be trying to out smartase joke me back even more painfully......
' but the interesting thing....[oops no she wouldnt get it so lets rejig it thoughtbubble as no mere reader of this would either]...is that so many things like the jolly good couldn't give a fuck about even his neighbour he is so many things frankly ...well I know who doesn't follow his rule book and it taint me......  yet now and again I catch him out.... you see its all fake...ok he may not actually refer to my challenge of send her back, "she the fair queen I will battle with her and mean it as she is the one, worthy, and she will have TOTAL submission if she can win me.....your most bloodthirsty duellist fuck she was great .... and the bit where i picked up my  tool and set off the grindstone....... had her flinching I had failed to entirely gain her trust..... "....  so he has had hours of free legal advice drug addled relations of his, tons of info on best sales pitches..... the best acolades that a man can have - being trusted with a secret...only necessary as my ONLY hate is being Missquoted and a middle aged man, err correction, men all three didnt know whom Manon was for all their online wifi handsfree dialup ref books....,  you only trust someone so thick to misquote you, so indeed then have to 'trust' them with  your secret and a man of philosophy would surely know that is a definition of honour..... ing a friend.... but the interesting thing... a few things he HAS listened to..... today even if we gave up long ago "well if you refuse to have any input or even vote i really do hope that the politicians strip ALL your charitable and Offshore facilities in fact close you down as a real Jesusian would at least Socialism is a tad nearer the Queer'un  which to my knowledge professes to be quite engaged on behalf of the community, overtly socialist, which means you gotta vote out the fascists...ohh gods gonna magic em away is she  hey well careful what you wish for...."oh ..." as he said, im, this son of the devil ear,  keeps harassing us, if you are still calling 999 at 33  and its not cos your potty has spilled over and is drowning you for real.... well perraps it is a tad hopeful a notion..."
He does listen.... how interesting..........

Hmmm.....

Anyway all I know this is the time...if I were king of the true unwashed beardies .... I mean i think we have 'it'..... the new Blairism, the new frontier of emotional abuse and coercion.... go and get all press releasy about well we need to think twice about watchmaking by the ton, and a completely turbo capitlist nasty people who will even let their wives be on the BBC in hospital pleading with a dumb nation that if they put on an ounce even in childbirth if the whats the thing stuck in spine injecting in fluids.....they will be rejected and did anyone listen..... I mean talk about double standards....

' I the Teryfiyingly wise Queen unlike my predecessors, listen, and think twice..... then after a pretend period of thinking twice where you've all been going around saying what a lovely wise Queen..... I do it anyway, that thing I got pressreleasy about and caused great so called consternation, cos the think twice press release was just the new pro forma way we do things in my Queendom.....  '


ANywya yes beardies....so it is absolutely crystal clear obvious this one is by dint of not having any modifying children to think about, can't.... and will be itching to go for March, but probably won't as as with all childless people she will ultimately not have any real courage.... anyway she'll be congratulating herself on this clever new Orwellian way of governing her not-children for months and months ..and that cos she's a babe no one will really tell her what a nasty Blair+ she is....  So if i were lead beardie, any witch way you can, can..... call her bluff, now.....
' we want an election, this minute luv.... no pansying around, we've got you on the Watchamking~by~the~ton business.....  many of the great and good seem to have at last infact realised ehh privileging 20% does cost the 80 or even if its only 10 or 20 thats a fuck of a lot more prisons will need building...
Of course they're all too smartarse clever giterisms to manage 'god this is so so boring, hans proved 40 50 years back never mind anti~bellCurve work ... that if you love kids, you trick them into believing they are able to achieve more than otherwise they will, and whatdyaknow...they do.... so indeed the whole of humanity is based on only coercion and no hippy nonsense or New Age claptrap is anything other than anti human......   '

' Ok luv, so everyone says, we have no chance at all us properly unwashed beardies.....  so, we give you now, your chance to prove yourself must be right.... '  no woman I have ever known even if true social anthropology states (well it doesnt thats the problem but read enough and THINK, and it does) that almost all belief social mores etc etc is maleable.....little is fixed, inate.... other than shellfish are jolly yummy and make you think too..... even bonking has so been twisted and perverted that perhaps the pure aboriginal state was in fact that women invited all the men of the tribe to gang bang them and watch when not their turn, hence giving pornography and the curious enjoyment factor in other mens dix in that specific setting some perhaps evolutionary basis...after all you are only online as it started, it..... there would be no evidence if indeed all the time up til some religious nutjob came and reorganised it that had almost been the default (and long known about 'theories of penis size in apes' have suggested anyway homo is a tad not quite as the rest of our cousins..)..

As we shall soon see, my MOST widely preached absolute certain dogmatically held knowledge, rural wisdom of some things you can rely on...........for years.... was wrong....

And all those twats who 'commentate' fixed term parliament act well there has never been a sneakier more duplicitous people than these Sceptic isles, furthermore  most Tories are so weird about women they won't even 'know' that they are crossing Miss Party Whiplash and voting for a vote...now.....out of loathing for Nanny who never quite was as favourable to pervy little boys as mine was for a while.....
And then there are the 'other' forces at play....... all those dreadful people who think its anything other than as always some sad little class war.... Lower M, vs UM....as always..... those whom wear the badge of philistinism for pride when in fact LMs used to buy books like Raggedy by the warehouse load.....  but nowadays eschew simply as a class act of performance art of hate of anything ain't got an estuary accent attached....
And they think that they now have the upper hand.......



'I was wrong.....*'


Oh it's doing that again, I know not any pattern especially as I never read what writ..... that's for someone else....

 vb  
Cont: I was wrong, although never ever a tech blog, ever, ' great thing about the mind-of-ten year old, when due Kirsty's lies [and what about HIM mister angry young Faster fuckin shire ' i will beat them up'  - but it was his anger with me, presenting a decade or more of rural broadband no chance, facts.... that is always with his generation so interesting, and the cause of the next Slavenka.... caused by you, reading screens on Saturday afternoon when you should be out in the sun, as I am, parenting either uour own kids, or some random neighbour's, or just any old kid wherever..... ] the rural connections despite the mounds of film i have of smart younger men with hipster beards swearing on their very beard that the upgrade is now.... and that was 18 mths ago..... are so shit that the way the seven~year~old updates it blocks you off for hours.....good thing the mature~ten~year~old~version has some new system that seems to let it tick away in the background gently receiving the DNA it should have fuckin ad at birth.... but at least its great because it doesnt do seven hour instalations every 5 days like its younger spastic twin....so go ten! even if its impossible to download unless like me you are so clever you can find the backdoor....so let me help you, too....my friend sssssssssssssss whom is so stressed I am told due not being able to handle any of that any more...but I am right'
Ehhh...until the last few weeks showed all preaching based on sound experience, wrong.....

End of alltech ref..... now, here is the question, ok no here is the thing, now only once in my life I believe have I ever received a colour coded correspondence...email, it would be too hard I guess to swap felt tips or quills and inkpots if actually being bothered to write properly, as I do and have done some years.....and always love.....
Colour coding unless for ace joke reasons is of course the modern representation of unesteemed females trying to take over~control..... or generally boss you about, for even thinking about their fanny now and again....... colour coding is something that should only ever be employed when one can say to onsesself after decades of self study, one has zero petrol in zero generators, attached to zero grindstones..... indeed when one sleeps every night for years with an anti~grindstone shadow over ones snoring figure..... when one knows there is never ever any point saying anything or even thinking anything as some moron will not react to even good ones occasionally..... all hope is lost hence perfect zen, and of course tipping the grindstone over and dancing on the sturdy base..... or making a vast profit on one you've been saving for a rainy day to get rid of.....

And a few months ago, for the very first time in my whole life...I went several colours a~coding.....  but still, why? what for...... what do you want... one could save a lot of time (oh the tattoo and forrid thing is coming back from a few days ago...may get yer arrested in todays climate...dare I? ...yes...tbc) by photocopying a series of questions as questionaire just for fun to hand out to anyone over 45ish...... cos I know none of em have the slightest idea of what they really want...I do hahh hahh bully for me.....
exactly...as I have already had it - been there....exactly.....
And it is photocopyable.....


But back to the point hmm too much continues to happen for me to manage half my diaries never mind get to the writing of it....
So many simplest possible magnificent arch Etypes.....

So what with colour coding, various things and pathways..... and then there is the big, grand 'code'.... Simplest truth, and why America is stupid, is that with loads of big interesting folders of material you never remember ...' material up to 10th Sept' .... or even eleventh as no one really cared.....
But of course even if the likes of De Bono and the concomitant smartarse gits of his ilk were the start of the problem, yes a mental image of an event is a good way to remember a folder title....

But folder titles and events only gell in symbolism once time has gone and forced its way into your past....
' media up to showday' simply is not true; to the mission which of course is the simplest one and DaiCotters.... the hardest in one....
Even if it does mean  going back and cutting out littleMissFoldred stuff and putting it in a new one that in fact begans or will begin earlier, it simply must be.....why do I have no faith....  It must be from that day, that journey on that bank holiday i was never going to make....
And anyway yes lists are for having tops of.....

which sounds gobbledygook, and must stay so to protect my innocent feelings......

But, one thing no 'Green' does...is tell me, talking to MY hard hard earned FRIEND male same age and bearded ... thousands of hours of blasphemy, sedition, threats of lawsuits for coercive emotional blackmail in their very 'deathcult' life and woman hating, in fact cult too good a word for pure thievery.... 'luv, I stand hear arguing with the smiley moron sat here on the wench bench, as he told me it was traditionally called you fuckin lot too head in sand to admit they ever existed of course....to SAVE others he has his eye on and their wallets....distracting him so enjoyably, ehh cos he gives BACK exactly what he gets from me nuthin I can say so far has had him unsmiling and that includes his giggly mate over there......   luv he doesn't need you to tell me not to point MY finger at him cos its rude.... because he, luv, knows that true friends like he and I are don't know whatyour pathetic little controly assuming PC fuckin recreate humanity in your frightened do nuthin ever useful image word, rude...means.....

we shall come back to this later...... definately...what a true gift.....

Anyway where was I.....nomnecultura..... and ready for action, colour coding in place to enhance efficiency..... and that lovely feeling that utterly anything could happen next and I have absolutely no idea what... I am sure it will be same old, but thats the joy - in that same old, nuthin, well usually, is strength and peace and neigh bother and proof that there is no hope ever especially these days ... and such a mystically creative place.... the only one I have ever known....

Wednesday, 14 September 2016

It is that... 'thing'....

SO, there must be or must there be only one 'secret' ~ that would be shared, if there was man enough..... and a few women have been sincerely invited, too.....  the best was of course the 'therapy' and cake woman, chubby too ... gosh, the only one 'angry' at suggestions, very good actually....

(what the fux this, Zepparella, goes and sneaks into my not at all organised playlist.....  hmmmm....some songs only real men can sing, the ones whom though parasitising the sorted right thinking probably never even bothered to read The Bible which..... and it's so interesting just thrilling, just game changing, though only a pure ascete who is making the opera onnit, live, on how to really live, in the days when even a fine Missus Montaigne will accuse you after bendin her over the (allegorical) Rayburn of 'hmm a tad using me there, watchout .... there is a revolution cummin I can see through my glassy orb...'  perraps would even see the lacunae all over the place, ....
oh that's even better, had i not scannned the maybe uptodate quick ref ~ONLY to be used when thinking isn't required, just barest arse pimples of info that are irevelent to the grander themes , because algorithms can't think and a true thoughtful society would easily blow their circuits all it takes is a bit of working together....
Indeed where was I..... that, no this, book....and there he was even if he never would know it would ever even exist, naughty me just scanning his dates...... the original title is 'Arsed'..... what a fuckin hero......
In fact that puts it up the charts to first equal with the other two......

And the problem with the bourgeois little gits who went and took over the sixties with their fancy felted rugs and expensive headbands,  and pretending to be a bight 'right thinking' .... Bob gone'un git  there  sixty off years before..... and did it better....
And I never knew, having been prejudiced, and racially discriminating*,  against the whole of the YUK peep pre sixties..... I mean you could boil the whole fat thing all five hundred odd pages into ' petit bourgeoisie creeps, even the honourable poor, lusting after Ikea and sweeties even when they cannot aford a plate of spuds
..... and all money corrupts and turns everyone especially the middle classes into thieves and copyright law enforcers, and people too busy protecting their status built on a tower of stuff, and certainly leads to an inability ever to think......

I mean the good stuff.... the what do you want stuff.....  woven into a bit of real politique..... the main one being the one they simply cannot bring themselves to even pretend to accept....  the fifty five year old woman, and odd sixty year old (as the crone said, publically, blurting out, I did fancy) .....


oh Jesus H...... heaven found.....

speed up:

I mean there is no way I would vote for never mind sort out their MANifesto cos someone needs to unless he goes all the way.....  never mind providing the perfect anti~Emily weapon and same thing viz all those fuckin bolshy young labour tarts who are endlessly moaning about what is just a strand of spittle on a real mans beard.....
And don't wash it ever, the pong will make Emily run for cover and the prozac.....never mind proof that unlike the sex change homo ex junkies with all their expensive velvet jackets and all that.....
First heard so many years ago......
Shadow cabinet for beards, real ones... no running off in tears just cos you go and accidentally get famous, racial equality being whitey can in fact sing the blues, too......so maybe if we built him up a bit he may as all unesteemed folk do and always have, stop arresting blackie so much, and even make some good programs about all the finest possible young orators from that clan.....
And the environment too, as self discipline viz not washing it any more than necessary is the only we way we meet the Fifty commitments..... even if sounds like one almighty cauldron of fudge being prepared on the Twelve....just to piss off the little PR tarts on the wireless after Gay Paris claiming their all night sweat (bet they used a gallon of deoderant between them being green rules are for selecting of course..... me I have no products.....ever....just one bar of Yeti juice soap.....)....'whoopee look at me, [add  in the ubiquitous from Farming Today today "smart thinking, law application etc...."] [as if someone had only just invented being a git....so they can't even be smelt a furlong yonder as long as you stay in London of course where they live behind screens, several...the only penetration being the email from the wireless on looking for someone to sound positive, ehh thats my job, or i don't get paid.or any retweets..... doesn't mean its true of course....as a few, just a few can be headbutted via their sweaty brow into maybe accepting, ay last].....  whoop tee doop, me and Naomi [even though never actually met and Facebook friend request rejected as hot air] ...we did it we have saved the world and anyone out there looking for a successful Goddess to run your big fat company I am nowa available, having finished ant was a skinny teath one...saving the world....'



[Oggle is now so bad, that if a few days ago the wifi was cut off by a drunk woodchopper, and one clicks on the 'insert a video' thingie it says in a new box ...then, correctly ... sorry no network connection and doesnt let you go 'back'.... now wires woven back together and it works....same click on same button, says the same out of date info.... probably even if I am so in tune with my machine its daft (so as to spend only ever minimum time onnit ~ soon to be the subject of a major new motion picture) it MAY do what it's told after yet another reboot.... lets see....
i do have the solution, near 7 years I have been working on it....




*the good version...


cripes, verrrr.....shuns...

Tuesday, 13 September 2016

mind you, how un~vain is that !? ! ...I mean it's not every day you are locked in a battle of ' ehh luv as I knew the second helping may come one day, despite you, I did not follow like sheep my contemporaries at my private school and be obsessed only with shagging you Howells girls..... no I did the right thing knowing that at the knee of the man whom divorced the slippery fraud of a shag a Socialist and then publicly damn her for sending his kids to private school against every more and principle the man clearly stood for...... went and got myself deliberately expelled ....'
'why...'
'cos over the road they had real girls...... not the ones whom you had to be chaperoned to pottingshed play with .....'
Locked in the battle of ' but I WILL change the world with my wonderful online activism against all those nasty thick people..... I agree ignorance is the key ..... '
' ehh no you wont luv...[stories follow]... and thats what Rees Mogg clearly wanted all along to get your IPs ..he's siding with Don....'

For a rather good visual artist, with her specs on so no cheating her type can afford new upgrades every year too, not too old and blind as a deaf person ..... to judge: ...' hmm I would say forty...'
Is pretty fuckin ok lets pretend 14 years never happened then..... often I do! ..... wow.....

Back to the starting podium..... (hmm Ive been thinking actually my blog is prejudiced against deaf people ~ blind people I know as you can see so much more when you have never seen the horrid pictures radio catchup must put everywhere i certainly never wanted to see Helen..... its bad enough listening.....[ I have checked, they literally believe she exists its like a new club has formed, deaf to the several jurors please that ehh like all of em are the devil in diguise with quite good evidence base too......  and context is that on Sunday tired out from, well that would be telling.... 'ok listen to it then on catchup should be good for more legal argument against them in the Revolutionary Tribunals ..... ' fall asleep after ten min..... wake up an hr later ohh its finished oh well listen again to listen again.....fall asleep again after ten more mins.... just so happened that the rapture in the faces of those whom have clearly listened cos its every other word.... lead on to be curious..... funny i dont get how 50ish 50ish becomes 10ish out of eleven ish without any description of the blood involved along the way or did i miss something..... I mean chaps up for long distant memories and cash handouts to the victor, dont they get a second chance nice fascist state of play we have, if hung jury....  which is anything below ten of eleven.....]

Hmm, even if a shock, do I want to be thought forty.... thats a question and a half.




oh so....it won't let me do that any more will it just cos of a bit of rain......  wait til the Hurricanes all the rubbish saved on their servers at a planet to keep alive..... and their cars are wobbling in the wind, too

spit at This link, ear, to get to : whitey learns what 'never' means.....

silly, me.....

Now, with plumbing like that....... real proper English ('sorted', 'right thinking' ~the 0.1% whom grew out of their existential angsty pot booze or wimmin habits, and actually listened to Tariq and JP1 and even Sam P.... ) plumbing, no beer involved, no angry jabbing at it because I, not anyone else, I did not carefully look in the bucket of lovely sludge and perfume ~ relative to a frog....  and hence wasted three hours headscratching 'it is impossible it can be that bad a design....even if there will always be a way to Heath~botch, and that's even more fun, never mind great art.....
Silly me, I know what I must do on a day seven years hence from seven days whence, and of course.....  there will be competition..... and furthermore as I did 'sell' my soul to the devil of doin anything no matter what the ego switch says is a certain death by drowning in the water bucket of bad plumbers offcuts.....

 Hahh sat at hutch door this morn: even that..... A very rare thing especially as there does seem to be a cause and effect of sorts....  have a few beers and sit at the empty table at the empty desktop, and not even get around to publishing the [ i mean if they had it I would format that with a backwards slant, in neon] most strategically and several layers of zen mixed into, well there are no words for, all the way... resonant photograph in all of history; as who did I see jotting was it this morning, exactly. And not even slowed down by an occasional a few nights ago few beers, to celebrate oh yes it was Friday no it wasn't pof course she told me " I am here thursday eves.... anyone can come and ask me the truth about you...."   so from Thursday evening, a picture that says so much about at least five people..... and that i have no ego. Because there are some words you cannot take back....ever..... so, new reality. Even if failed.


recovered from ever so swiftly, which is the other line of attack, but that's more subtle and in fact I don't know.....is it best? oui or no way....? 

There is always the third option.....
but that relies on being able to coerce some poor wee thing into the biggest headfuck nutjob work of perfart ever....and mean it.....

Meanwhile, now one does have to indeed finally conclude something.... real. And if the goalposts are drowning in the shit of the bad plumbing at the processing plant up the road,  resultant in in reality they are no longer extant....

If my guru (no quotes I am far more diligent than may be assumed) even.... cannot listen or take in info, and then all the rest it is fairly clear the same applies ~ though wow if one wanted to marry a woman for her ability to remember words said ~ as against those made up later on the witness stand....wow, we better not knock the O~op any more.... even I didn't remember that line from thenago... (there years) .... Anyway lets end with something nearly as beautiful as my plumbing ..... the screen, is evil and as for smartphones clearly have made it almost impossible for younger people to, listen, ponder, get to a simple nub of it ~ yer plumbing leaks or it don't....  hardly anyone reads books any more, or can.... most conversation seems to be some existential angsty dual .... and when you are down on your knee, in fact, asking a few for some nice friendly advice on quite standard life event stuff, no big deal, like only 70 odd years of someone else's life in the balance......  and already explained, no opinions hurriedly spat out usually with some aromatherapy therapy the provider must be so bad at the fumes poisoned even her such that she can't see..... no opinion in said cirx under official inquiry can be 'good' or 'bad' but thus far opinions expressed rather dull, so sex'tup.... nothing to lose, define.....
But no no one has 'time' for even that once a half a decade cuppa to lay out on the table a simplest scenario indeed 'standard' psychology even Ms OrbBash could probably remember not to complicate with her BS and murdering them....

So yes, maybe the collected consciousness of the dickheads that hate life and people so much they must hide in phones,  is so successful that indeed people only do take things in and be emotionally driven perraps even by what they see on screens..... all I want is a few simpler things to be leveraged in...and stay there...

However, apart from if you can't beat em join em..... and only a fool is so ignorant he narcissistically thinks that anyone else can possibly be as sane as he.....  and remeber almost all others say and have for many years...and even remember the few [as yet] unfulfilled promises.....  the offer of something of Mr xs needed fixing 5 years ago....well I do remember that one...well...... such a beautiful example of what drives folk mad or into Hash's arms.... unless one treats all events as just part of the Chronicle..... and can translate their echo too, into the future crystal ball juggling competition.....I know i win as i started it 25 yeas ago........

Now...great screen stuff..... I saw something last night that is so ridiculously full of gorgeous tension from 5 min in my stomach is already in love with it.....  and then the added poignancy, surely the most talented real child, actor, ever been... showing a mature whatever magic is called in real life that would be impossible today. he then it would seem went on to nowt.....

Tension.... and I have it..... already.....perfect artistic stabbing with a blunt screwdriver at someone who has wasted so much of your time you hate him because he has stolen that you would have used to sharpen it.....

Tension.....

SOme tension is timeless, and perfect..... guru and his child, so terrified in awe he even lays off the pot....and takes it serious....

















But that did (even if nothing outside my domain~loosely defined by the weaver at the Eastern borderlands, hmm maybe she didn't get my facebook message oh well plenty of other loose weaves to gather up, to the lands of the angry poisoned ' Ive concluded cultures cannot mix, even in my own half breed'  West....  never again even gets hinted at....) make me laugh like very near pathological  sphyncteritis time.... 'It has gone and auto~labelled them....gorillas...'

Well, that [innix] isn't really allowed [innix] ....


steal a lot and they make you king....but of what precisely? Just to discover that those  cute nurses at Injustice Whorespittle the city center Banksy prominent on the wall of so called art,  cannot even manage to have a chat about the cruel tutelage and what fun it all is as for example those late thrirties Ruskies spesh Yevgenia discovered,  without assuming that an 'angry' Miss Anne Thrope is the driver of the ambulance.....

That was yestermorn...... mourning summat, but what summit they expect you to piss on the foothills of thus fertilising the ego mountain, just a fountain.....


(Even in the cause of death was once again proven yesteraft, he could not even recall my name..... but that does not matter; I rarely plead, 'please, i say again, ok we are now bound in this work of performance tarting forever.... your £1.25 and mine here in a little pile, one third of all my worldlies, tangible..... that must be given some gifts are equal.  But please.... I have no idea if he would still be alive..... but seek him, even if my words on the sublime, updated for the post Rotten times, and the times of rotten chariots stealing the post, and visits to the best countherr of them all......  cos she twinkles....  please, you must find him like err love so called pilgrimage ...... anyway I am ten times better on the omnah padre hum te dum zenart of actually spitting at the councilor who is slashing the busses even if artfully and it becoming always The sublime..... never mind boring things like ridiculous coincidence...... but on him, yes, what an internet date ~ one only.....  I mean talk about two birds, almost two sisters....  even if this morning for 25 p I found at last even if not looking for it the ultimate new black chord jacket " fuck me, I need a date to go with this its so beautiful, any of em for sale round here I mean its always all so cheap so i may be able to afford one.." .... anyway we, know...... alone, what that magic ingredient is, so called nuthin...essentially just ignoring everythin and taking the sea air from a tent.... without mixing hot air and trying to even describe what page of the mindfulness manual it should be featured in at whatever price.....  but you must, please, i ask and i never want anything...... never..... know to never for a wink of a blinkered eye assume that any old tart will ever do what they say...... but please, i mean it, for you, i do beg you.....  indeed that Sam is a game~changer.....  there iswasandalwayswillbe something innit...... bye..'

ff a bit..... i never, or rarely, as the Tmobile terms and conditions as they are 'swithching' folk onto EE are so impenetrable and i know how to battle back, i never waste my saved £50 of credit on anyone: ' Hi its me, thing, the one who insulted your art saying you'll probably now ruin it stickin a fuckin bunny in the foreground...... and of the letting out my secrets of how at the Knighton gallery we joke " ehh ...gosh not a hare to be seen.... phewww..." .... so...... did he.... come....?'

ff

Jesus, Christ innit, second helping yourself to nuthin of anyone elses, just like that, and all along I had it..... talk about hippy heaven, in fact in this day and age where every really dodgy lowest common denominator so called expert even thinks that pot, weed..... is gonna 'relieve the symptoms' of some symptom of death or other and of course they know why, how..... having grown out of dope at about 9 1/2...... this is so good that it would be worth taking it up again on behalf of.... and one is sure that there's always going to be some exemption from the law available on one reading or other of standard things that happen to middle aged people o matter how beautiful people their diet is and how they hate the scruffians for not being as mindfully beautiful, and able to afford their wares.....

Anyway less self portraiture..... I now have it, the most beautiful piece of per~fart in one minor mission.... and wasn't even looking for it.

But no one knows, what it's ...for.... and radio 4 certainly has turned all middle aged people into such blank canvii that fuckin ell they can't even relish the jousting match even when presented with a smartly attired smiley knight......  which surely was in fact the only reason art ever was invented....


Monday, 12 September 2016

Just to be quite quite pure, even if....

the local moved up a gear and is a beautiful showtime never imagined possible, and hence enough material for a lifetime.....
And then there is him, well..... hmmm ..... there is no better example of what could be done, and should......and he wants it..... and it is right.
But in the pure gender neutrality of everything indeed banning it, spreading a layer of anodynity over their already anodyne androgeny I am sure there is a support group for those who can't see through the butter.....just the thought of Evan either A., running, B. trying., C., holding his parts so that no one can see how small they are after the operation, to be inclusive...... trying to read the word 'facts' tattooed onto his hairy bottom ... has made me quite ill, so its the end....
(which, although not one of the actual levels, is not what it may seem, as I hate Hermes.....for several reasons.... mainly the one of whatever the latest joke in preparation several days is.... ' flippin eck the cocaine orders have skyrocketed this week, whats the weight on this? before i take it over to Herps....'
However I know how, i can win...... have I the guts though, because there is 'local'... and then there is sleeping with them too......  pegtime....but I do have the Answer to nutjob capitalism, indeed perfectly personified in what they could 'value add'..... because post fifty, there is only one thing that actually matters.....and they are genii....)


so, real journalists run out naked.....

[' who's that?! I was just getting in the shower*' euphemism for what a load of levels..... I control the heat]
And stand naked in front of Mister Hermes chariot ' no you aint goin I aint movin  till you tell the FACTS.....'
' eight pound fifty average an hr in the countryside as we get an allowance for fuel...its the city boys who are really getting fucked up  the arse, yes I agree the BBC are appalling, a national joke... evil genocideres of the facts..... its the city boys at 45p  a parcel no allowances just thats it, who get amortised into slave wages below the legal, and of course not just like forever its fake "self-employment" like everyones been doing that game since Maggie came along and neo-liberalised it all into even more of a con..... I WORK for Hermes chariots inc., but of course I don't, work for chariots inc when it comes to any ...rights...simple ones all the German parcel boys have [he of course too thick and UKIPPy to even know]' ..as anyone with even a minuscule deformed brain knew years ago...... it is the look of consternation on Montaguan type vocal chords thats the real extremophile proof that scum at the top has no purpose other than to froth....
But do we even have one smallest ...number...from the criminal conspiracy called the BBC ...doubtless all one a large number of your taxpayer pennies....



so, art, ehhhhh....

 is perhaps in, it is time....for him to go..... 



But the only arty~art is, well, I mean ten years ago the fuckin hippies [to the potential arrestee, yippee: 'love.....I know what the word means, and I only know one...... and I know him quite well']

(hahh it's not auto~centrally justifying today what does that mean? it certainly means my contempt for the reader continues as I have not the time to ever bother formatting, or even putting on the top bit a fabulous photo I took one August morning cycling into the busstop off to see the bewigged man, of course in real life even super together and ultra organised defendants whom can manage to write it all out nice and clear and concise [and are shown to be legally, fuckin right]  cannot even be guaranteed that the same brief will turn up twice, never mind be sane if they do, never mind, ever do what they're told...... which is what always defines, all, espesh, art...... ego and vanity and thinking that anyone can ever say anything vaguely valid.... )


So reportage is the only art, and then there is the silly hippyesque nonsense of knowing if it is right to name and shame or not.... ten years ago it was default: ' you really very very nasty person to even have a thought in that direction we will never speak with you again.....[not to me, I am much cleverer than to ever state any suggested in~tent nonsense..... but I like to know what others think] .... ' and even five years on it seems it has become even to the gentlest hippy type something to often consider, never mind default for the other class i.e. those with Oxford degrees on managing something or other like the words..... which they haven't got a fuckin clue how to use and that naming and shaming must be like all law blind of what colour is your parachute, you shroud yourself within to hide from the nasty namers and shamers whom may be out there ready to point the finger at you, too...except they never share their simplest thought on this.....  and hence there has surely never been a more binary time, dichotomously stuck between one clever and extreme and t'other I cannot be bothered to think of some clever allegory....

All I know, is that one April, in fact exactly 2013....  I had one perfect theme song, and have been loyal to it, and a few weeks ago, it changed..... and then it came true. And even Wordsworth, Byron, Burke and T~Paine~in~the~arse even post~everything Mister Self himself, all locked in a Committee cage forever could not come up with better slam poetic imagery for the sublime, mixed in with some real life ongoing bollox..... that proves everything, in naming and shaming all chroniclers as children....and thats an insult to children, they never went to Oxford...  
(so, I have a year to cure him, of that little idea...how to ruin THE finest mind .....)
(Crone of course keeps saying 'sounds like you are preparing for death....' default to the negative sublime....but less of the uneducated, and in fact default to melodramese...I can speak with all classes, especially those whom promise, ' ehh yes sounds like a great scam [avoiding the bit on my efforts so far of course, the usual word is thanx].... see you Sunday etc..... what on earth DO people want...me I had it a year ago, exactly it..... in fact several times the last several years, and it's that you have arrived exactly at that point, when you want nothing more at all ..... and it is never related to any other person, it is only, especially if creative~ bizarrely so..... to know that you can do both, real life, and also get to the limnal place that hides in the lacuna between the duvet and cum spattered undersheet, and no matter who may be still snoring in that beautiful sandwich filling of a place.....you could indeed get your notepads out, or books..... and fly.... they no longer exist even if the snoring and fidgeting were on speaker at setting eleven.... which is exactly where Mister Bach failed to see, him deafaulting to hovering above~ thats fuckin hippies for you, stuck in ridiculous oldfashioned mindsets still based on Judaeo~Christian nonsense, where, like some petrolhead angel too stupid to know that it's between..... between the hell of the undersheet, and fluffy cuddly duvets on top..... especially when asleep so the gob never interferes..... is the only place there is, and never ever letting any of it bother you, and steal from your wandering in the hills even when you are between the whoreswear sax.... is all there ever was..... to want....)

Anyway to stay on the only point that was in the todo list, indeed, i know what should be tattooed on her forrid..... and perraps quite a few others.....
Utilitarian philosophy just being a fancy word for, some things have to be dealt with....especially when they're obvious....

define 'dumbing down' Little Miss Carcrash~one~day can spell 'yippee', but cannot even take a guess at 'limnal' what one may be getting at, but




Anyway getting back to the enjoyment of all memories, and the line..... that line..... it probably was 1979, or words to the effect, the local hippies up at 'mine' for a jolly good session of the OGWT and stolen booze, and their spliffs.... but there is one thing a righteous person knows, even then: the 'enemy' really rather obvious in the motors parked outside, always an embarassment.... even the most obvious incarnation of who he or she or far far to underreported, them, is.... in their kitchen plots.....  to tear up all of Emile never mind Mister Ragged T himself.... as if they had never pre~existed....  vanity and up your own arsehole, is defined by not understanding that the planets resources, solidarity, and waste and never doing it.... must always be detatched from mere human rumpii.... you do not use even the arch fascist's records, for fuckin roach material.....
especially when its the best piece of music ever, and until scanning for notions, that prove every New~new~reallynew labour gobberati is just that ...I never even knew it had a hook innit....
(nor did I know that ferret penises had one at the end, so talk about time playing the ultimate sublime joke, just when all preaching is now forever only hidden away between the top layer of the cum sodden, and the lower layer of the really mouldy old cum sodden..... had I known that...for the last 15 or so years, fuck that would have been a fun factoid to relate......to those visitors....so joke~on~me now has a double whammy in the nasty goddess of the knowing anything, indeed proof of the theorem of the NOT known is that which defines, and would be reason for death, the misery at knowing so many wasted ops... )

Art, now someone once said 'perf art, youdo...' no..... not then, but I do know how things take over by themselves, and heck its fun, and constantly proves truths known years except never had great examples to relate ..... so much so that I cannot possibly find the extra time to relate any of it..... and the ultimate dichotomy twist dangled into the cocktail of dead sea sludge ....  such proofs is all you ever wanted... which is another mindfulness matter that they wont manage to get into their £29.99 coffee table guides to it....... cos they don't know it... nor of course do they know that love is seeing the truly useless bad code that will plague Oggle and Co forever as none of them love their jobs even if thats what they say on both CVs ...  because to love a job you have to have had a real one~ and it has nuthin to do with money or even sustaining anything, it is only a matter of having a lovely old chap plodding along with you, in that expert way no course can give out.... not judging, tolerating, nudging, and the fence built then, throughout days of cold and rain and fingers numb in the preruberised gardening glove days,  I saw last year still stands almost as good as new.....  doesnt matter of the local homo owns it now, doesn't matter if everything is unloved by some popper addled ex towny who cannot even manage to grow one cabbage in the gardens that once were plentiful ~ no chemicals involved other than shit n'piss in big piles.... indeed of course really, as no silly little Self would be able to see, perhaps one of the greatest transitions has indeed been these people invading, yet in truth they stayed exactly where they were, in their indoor may as well be still in their towns, bedrooms and dens and kitchens....  and when they do venture outside, they have to go and bring their OCD control freakery architect designed potting shed values to everything..... I don't. Even if I must guide him, through it, and back to this.....