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Friday, 24 October 2014

so, indeed, the sublime..... must have authority innit... (they won't say that, even if obvious ...I only have one art book on my bedside ledge....)
Now, everyone...LEAVE ME ALONE and ignore my advice to watch the fine Kraut seduce Geraldine.... cos I have earned every lousy byte.



Ahhh its all so so funny.... poor little Jeremy Black (he too thick to actually find his own books on abebooks.com so I used to feece him like a good Robbin Hood for £20 a tome, ...going on in complicated techy terms about what was alwasy the case, bomb the fuckers and a hundred years later theyll still want revenge...)
I rarely laugh out loud.... gotta go down as the funniset little 3 year old girlie pout ever...
"I am not no way ... if you think I'm paying what we owe now weve been cuaght with pantys down ... bill..... ever.."
It really is funny.
Is it Friday? hope the Now Show is up to date.....
far bigger bill if we have to pay the export tariffs on half our goods that no longer are cheap as The Poles can knock up.... so our lot'll need Tebitt's train tickets go find a below minwage job in Katovice .... but no one will say it's only due the EU they nop longer have to breathe in air that's...poison.

The Briton

... so the...what? hmmm...
Now i do not "alienate" anyone, quite quite the opposite, friends speak truth, when it matters.... challenging people...
It is like this, few years just doing a  few legal cases, well even if very very time consuming, you end up at a pot~plant specilaist, rotted as the compost he should be using, by your disability money... but it is noty a  acse of pay em 2/hr.... ehat a lost op, quite simple thos econ artsist that nowadays have even previously earthy Hereford enthral... morons, Seveth days... other such nonsense....  
have becom so fabulous (excepting that one on Youtube did like him...jusrt as my most welcom by fare Cubano a Cuban... middle earth hobbit hole, has been the darkest face of them all..... accepted graciously the invite... even if the email then fizzles as it ALLways does.... [the fat would be Green MP thinks she is gonna hold me up in public as wrong and backwards...I was the very first internet profitable book trader in my region....]

Cuba must know! Too much info, the screen fails to ever move anyone, all turns ionto too much email for anyone ever to enjoy even one special one any more, other than to challenge my reader [abject failure of copurse, becomes pure work of perfart] ....
I literaly feel sick doing anything at the keys, even email from a long lost anyone.... Cuban2cuban is all that ever matters, and of clourse one is diferent....
Except this, this is enjoyable, because I know it is part of something....and i don't do hocus anything.
But that is tough and irrelevent, all that matters is yet another old addage I was of course far too conceited and vain and cowardly to follow... just write, it sometimes sorts itself out as you go along...
Old knowledge is almiost always many generations tied and tested and just cos wankers like ox come along doesn't mean will be superceded.

But of course above all the message of even the dredaful bibnle may be one that is universal, that if we feel there is "hope" in another, we may challenge them. In other words...well a mna on a hill, I don't bother challenging, there is no hope....
yes where was i...tithes.... I would bring ion law, most jobs are artificial to certain extent, i have known quite a few certifiable bonkers and spas... they arent really, great act... but thats all irrelevent anyway,  ALL to a man and woman have something that obsessively they  make their own even the really low IQ and becom good at....
very company should be forved to m,ake a teaboy position available for every ten workers who may indeed get paud 50 quid by them 150 by HMG....
They need do nowt except sit in the corner of the office drinking tea....
But I bet, every single one, sooner or later will find his or her niche.... something that in that office the secretary sooner or later turns to thenm and says look you can do this so try that....
And in time they make it theirs....
And in time the utter poison that was New Labour and antecedents bossing people into one workshop or other that never ever worked except for the odd handpicked example for the media....
may be consigned to history....
People stuck you can't really challenge until they at least put one hand out of the swamp...
But, those whom you perceive a little possibility in.....as was time immemorial, you challenge indeed it is about the only real compliment there ever was.
And your society created these monsters who are not told  most work in YUK is done on your arse so you are quite able to eventually ease into it, never mind the fact that physical work will cuase you to get used to your "fibromyalga", or nervy neck....
No, they are swamp feed....
Even in gaols, it is fascinating, even the sludge at the very bottom does not skive~ absolutely every one except the very very badly mentally traumatised, finds some niche that they work away at carving into theirs....
It is of course the silly notion that you must be there come rain or hail or the odd bad day you may need under the duvet...for 40 hrs.... thats also the prob
2/3 of a working week is just as useful...and when the office spas develops a crush on the secretary's knee...may himself want to be present a littlle more like all the time.
Thats generally what happens with people.
It is fascist keeping them away from work by dint of.... paying them to be elsewhere.
But that is the very least of fascism thats there peeping out from under the duvet of a whole generation..... every young person I know is so utterly neurotically obsessed with their body...and to not somehow curtail the activities of the bodyfascistas in the ;public space is....
Just as bad as all that Max communistically gives as cause.

The Briton, sits atop his hill.... all that monmey goes on pot plants....rather than my wages 100 times promised. forget him. Disability "rights" in a country of so many IS rating 7+s....is the very opposite of what may assist the less able. And anyway the odd missing leg opr eyesight is no disability compared with the so many like....
Keith.
Even if he isnt in the game as having a lost~in~the~crowd name...
This is straightforward Oliver Sachs territory. lets pl;ay the game and call him Fred instead.
except of course it is Oliver who is the REAL problem. Glamourising certain "sufferers".  especially with anonymity
last year I met Kei...Fred....
Fred is a completely STANDARD southern man.... many years in IT, indeed big IT... so he must have a fairly fucntional brain to retain position...
SOme other hobbies such as cars...lots of them...
They litter his garden, undercover at a few grand a pop.
Andis socialised enough such that the mortgage (re, to pay for the wife and cars) is paid for by hirdes of 15hr a day Poles and latvians ... in the wharehouses of the companies he does the IT for.. indeed a little more, is lucky, genuinely privelaged...to have been a player in the at least grown up slightly sexy version of being a geek that is engineer, cum robotics specialist...

Mum jut dead,  50 grand in bank, bit of redundancy (suggested endlessly i have to know because of court forms styrategy) .. endlessly suggested as pennies turns out 20 or 30 k...
mortgae paid monthly... house prices likely to go up a tad
fifty sumthing and likely jobless for some time... eighty grand in bank....
Quite quite available to look after babe that all day (for many many many a day...) bleats endlessly about the injustice of little access to.... no reason why not and I am VERY cautious...
Sane, solvent, loads of cars could also sell off, pretends to be ultra nice,. socialised vbia loadsa othjerpeople interaction...  a skill that unlike any of mine could once again in the future reap some income....
Could just for five years look after his babe.....
The judge at my demand after two years agrees and says he is off to make a call straight away and tell the fuckin County Court to do their job"
"K... Fred, Ive never in all my life heard suchj a truly fuckin amazing wonderful on your side judge!"... ok he disagrees on the little issue of we say being clearl;y ex chinky mafia...she may not come back but unless you find a grand i dont think we can play that one anyy more and anyway.....you have to trust her at some point no one can be blocked forever from holidays.... so maybe best hes made that decsion for you.... but listen all you ever wanted was loads of time with kid hes as good as promised and 100 quid you get the tape of him saying so!.... "

Do we.... months later.... even have the tape. ndit is nothing to do with court ineficiency....
I put my last ten grand on the table ten years ago... unlike ilas knowing it would all blow away as the cobwebs around my far to effete ;prior existyence....
And every penny was frittered away on fuckin Special delivery as nop one can be trusted in YUK, not even lawyers, never mind exloves, not to deny receipt of important papers....

"Fred... you're lucky....you can process all that a while, few grand at most... very small few hundred to me... you unable even to write the simpl;est statement so you need it.....
judge just said he's on your side ... he loves having me there and sometimes i feel shit is one of them gonna seek rtevenge on me!
But he even asked me to speak in person which is against ALL their stated Mckenzie rules....
"you are a lucky man......

One nervous breakdown and quite a few failed ...dot dots... later.

The chap still must hold out for the 50 grand reemployment, cosntantly said will never get... which profits none as it all goes to pay off massive overmortgage....
And it isnt about morals....
It is about any excuse whatsoever to avoid the one thing so many state all they care abouit.... be there as much as poss with kid theyve said theyll risk all for...
nmever mind living cash for the whole of the kid's ten years of childhood could be shared ahead in stress free ebaying off the never driven colectors cars....for extra pocket money more than adequate...
far too unglamorous for the dreadful Sachs man.....
But far far more epidemic than unfortunately a good old fashioned simple hjonest epidemioc like bola may be as last hope for some sanity....

The rest are far far more inmteresting, but that is all I ever needed to know, especially when it now seems to be defzault position...as proof. you really do have no chance whatsoever......
None...so who, may there be left to challenge? hmmm.....

If I could have a jobshare, five trusty slaves.... in one job, cos i MUST have balance = loadsa proper walks with no mobile and time in the sun....
I would challenge all, bigtime....
And could even do it...now I know. But..... Pinnikerty nation......you must be
i really do hope there is sonme kind of  aftereight.... sneak preview into whjat goes on the next decade or so....
because it is going to be SO interesting....so much fun, so many crazy mad silly things conjoining into the ugly twin of Farrage Marie Le P and ... that dreadful Blond....eating Latin... hate...
And then there is what they all think never matters any more... the people.






end of all film...and typing probably....
should get to palarkey 5 which reminds me the definition of winning is long ago plans to go vocal.....
may be necessary to actually do it now free of the cancerous touchpad that was draing all the energy
(this is actually written gasping with pain...[sic[... smashed a finger...you see my trvaels...time to go to round two and revisiting some of the tribe gathered here and there...
for then pet....
because depite the fat there are a few disciples in place and being trained.... properly
gosh and that is hard work
there's thyis pet
pretends it cares but the ONE request...
Ive just yet ain proven it is oblivious to anything
the ONLY thing I care to cover protect from damp...
Ive had to go retrieve self..... smashing finger against door jamb as hurry the ONE job that I had subcontracted....
a pet is a pet
nothing more
Unless the rest can give it a good thrashing into shape.
But thats fine by me...Ive done my bit.

yes... hippies.... let us just get one thing straight and for the record even if a generalistaion. But one Ive done the work and noticing....
Take Ross up there on the hills... pretends to be hippy ... a hippy would make sure his rave guests cleraed up their own polution....thats what we all did by default 30 years ago...no fucking exception. And alos accept that gatherings ALLways encroached on bests doing their thing and just a bit of human noise or being there did have side effects which should be arbitraged...

But no..... today, the so called hippies... in fact they darent, the simple tyruth is that 25 years ago it was dumbfounding how, those who in another age may have been the thinkers and doing the straightforward job of being Ai Way way.... say to the nasties of Northern Ireland..on "our" side....no, put their head in the sands high up on the Tibetan plateaux... chantinmg rediculous bloody Omni this and that on dope and funny clothes when the best thing for you is train the natives to wear shorts. Rather than pander to their perversions....
And then the ...hmm what do we call her, the largely female monetiser of all things "alternative"....

Now, it has not come full circle and all nararchy was quashed.... and is perfectly personified in a recent discovery.... pure accident:
If i were to want to have holiday money, easiest thing and most obvious, beg borrow steal some land, jump on the Brummy~pretend~to~be~earth~mother bandwagon of Tribal Voices and all that other revbolting crap (and you should hear their music...).. put up a REALLY fancy expensive website, calling it all "retreat" and "classroom" instead of a campsite and several fixed structures you can rent to sit around loadsa fat social workers  trade tie die and crystals the expensive versions....getting pissed to drown out their anger at being so fat and ugly
Donmt give a shit about nature requiring you not to actually BE there...
Come up with loadsa other Ponzi scehemes and manifestos in the usual vague get~a~grant speak ....
otherwise known as Primrose thievery....
And comp-lain when you are runmbled for not having change of use planning permiossion...and start an eartmother crusade via petition....

A "natural holistic retreat" at 20 or 30 quid a night ehh nature says fuck off and get planning permission fiorst for another Hollybush style campsite where these fuckin slobs  leave the rubbish for ME to pick up....
And then...facebook, their free ad site...becomes their cloyinmg victim of...the quite quite tried tested and required to maintain anything "natural"  RULES.... site..

Facebook: mellowcroft
these people arenot alternative.... only living in some narcissistic alternative existence of....
But thats a whole book 1 thru about ten.....
And every one I have ever met has some food allergy~fussiness, many weird repressive things going on, cant be bothered to look after their kids properly, runs away as soon as you mention you may need to enforce legal rights....for the benefit of wider society
til their pocket is fucked
And then hear them bleat......oh how sad i was not free to travel that day to their day in court...of public opinion.... espesh fine people like me have brought forth the rules that yes you can now record there too!
And it cost us...dearly..... near everything.
But then narcissim means...you cannot respect any other. ever.





so as palarkey 4 quite well actually I think captures
And I shall be fucked if I am going to do your work for you, linking and listing ~ I do actually have several real jobs... even if what became the main on thickos like Professor Brian Cox wipe them out of our DNA...
And then there are the other two.
When poor footstampy Stephen Pinker is heard speaking of "I  really don't like The Outsider[like it really makes me retch]" well that just about sums up how Psychology and philosophy have been ruined by crap like him.
sadly as I loved reading my Rose and you can sense it in Madness Explained, which isn't but he is trying... to realise that simply they have it largely wrong....but won't get trant or publsiher funding to pokethe nose too far outside the box
And Raymond Taliss becomes a pasty of it all in a big Red steson.
And then someone renicks my copy of his magnificent harassment book.

Oh well... poetic justice.

What is good about palarkey 4 is completely unplanned, infact i never work on my wanders. usually have a diferent hobby. No preparation or notes. Just idle chatter. And always in a rush as I need to keep the bytes down as over here the digitally divided will never be able to put up HD versions of anything, even palarkey 4 for some unknowable raeson becomes 250mb if mixed with a photo....
And no one has all the time in the world to figure every unnationalised and rationalised program....sure as pigs bay at the moon, gonna be Cuba's end of good thought, too...

Philopsohy and psychology utterly buggered. What would I advise a young buddiong mind? probably when those traditions could be kept simple them.... but sadly no,colonised by all sorts of nonsemse...
Biology, and economics.
eco~bilogy....
In some ways there are links.
Economics, when you are truly free from the need to live, so free from the need for cash to eat.... then it becomes interesting even if as we all know 100 economists one room 150 theories....
blah blah....

But you have to do SOME work.... to get to the simplest truths if theyre visible underneath the propoganda and very poor journalism, Guardian chappie....
ecause all journalism is always tainted by politics as the fab Bard sung
"We live in a political world"
And all that the fat teen then made a bit more famous.
her pregeniture .. hmm elders, fave word...fail to even listen to and pretend otherwise

Now even I was porogandised.... even if I'm the opposite...My adventures, even if it is swinging back for sure....
took me to the age old knowledge that as times are perceived to be a tad tougher... the plebescite and even some of the ponces... pretend they'll be a litle more soidarity
Just a pretence inculcated by the dreadful failed judaeo christian nonsense....
Even if the notion maybe is all that matters, if the notion is held high.
Or let there be a bloodbath as even the Greens say they want. true.

At least one fact, in times of recession folk at least talk a bit. even to strangers...L'etrangers....we all are. Even if you definately get the best toasted crumpit round the campfire with a true adherent...

No, the left " did not bump up the borrowing to sky high levels as they always do..".. interesting to read. Tory bankers. Be clear al bankers are Tory. I knew quite a few quite well. Even if NEVER drank with them after 8pm... nighttime reserved for friends. And actual real conversation all even magnificent Peter Moss [iq rating  factoring in dayjob almost at the golden 0....]
Indeed it is as was obvious 25 years ago how dumb they were... bankers caused any "mess". Greedy fatboy city Tories. Indeed who are paradoxically saviours of humanity as when their bubble bursts again with an even louder pop then socity will at least pretend to be a tad more cohesive.
But of course our writer with his advert for the left leaves out two simplest matters that really do need to be in there, because interestingly in a post agrarian society economics truly is important to real lives as we shall soon see ...firstly that  the actual left used the scoundrel tactics in their weakness at the thought of Maggie to reinvent itself  the state doing the job of the community and family and post office queue....we could never aford... it was and will always only be for the local scions of the community to make sure someone using children as weapon, or lustily as tax credit cashcow, gets a jolly good session at the pond, tied to a stool. No one else can know even half the real facts.
But the second omission, as some knew and wrote, there is no left left....even if we are coming back into fashion! told you so.... even if I am agrarian~left meaning cash is so boring, let them have it, because cash means people will want to nick it off you and thats the way it always was.... and will be...
As we find and I knew even laughing quietly at poor Hugh Derbyshire, High sherif no less.... nice chap, unusual... open to crit.... from a little shit like me in his daughters bed....
but thats an interesting story for another time, and has no sex innit because he had so damaged her soul, she couldnt...
And is actually about Poor Josh....junky Astor.... they all used as pet.
Hugh, conned into "invitation only... you are ...to be  a Name...[Lloyds]" guaranteed guilt edged 40% annualised forever...until he lost his country pile to them that is...

So, there was never any left to do leftish taxspend.... certainly after the mid 80s..... and i dont believe in that either....
Except Mr Brown, ehhh.... I like, I think is nice enough interesting persona..... especially all that "bullying" of his staff he managed to get away with....
When the paper starts burning and the alogorithms discover they were missing a bit of code, the one that symbolises infinity....
he sold, to pay for the rediculous me~entitled2 dotcom pensions of your fat ex social workers CAFCARSE, judges, coppers, dinner ladies....
All your GOLD!!!
The Krauts buying it up on the cheap....

 Now, as is being echoed rather more than the madness opf the age may indicate ;possible, "ehhh...economics hasn't been reinvented...if you havent got anything in the vault, to pay for your spending spree... sooner or later.... [do we need to infil]..."



forget, damned if gonna copy paste fabulous robust MS Word 2003 ...detypo...paste back over here just cos Ogle is based on as much knowledge as the average nano~trader just about to sell... everything and run away drying






("keep OUT of my head....")

Now, where was I..memories
ahh excellent....no ads....
believe me there is an intelectual utter nuclear force unleashed in all media.... when you spend a bnit if time perraps clicking on some links to build your own new little Beppeesque online empire from scratch and every fuckin ad for years if gonna repeat justy a passing notion back to you
It does something nasty......
So learn to really switch off.....
And go adfree which of course takes money

But at least some quality is put up somehow beyond the copyright fuzz... pure and raw data... even if he's just another sad fiddling obsessive nothing REAL to do with his life

which proves the many time soapboxed edition of.... "sadly the troubadors prove the whole experiment is rather bad for you....noneof them ever go on to write any great books or the like.....or grow up and do the boring but necessary job of actually getting elected to do a Dennis Skinner at power.."

memory, now they are going to steal that too..... if you don't get enough sunshine not only will you be fat....
but also get dimenure they will all get 55quid a pop out of...

But
the human condition doesn't change.... many many  a DHL's life ago it was ascertained without any fMRIs or scans you can't get on the queue for... that as one drifts ionto middle aged hood of 40 something...50ish.... much of it gradually comes back to amuse, so strakly....
It is rather lovely of course....and I would say it is indeed "triggered" by the life events...
rationally indeed that should be inate.
Biologically jolly common sense.
As it becomes ones role to mentor the nextgens being as man is not like silly Cox

(yes, for research...only....but was feeling SO ill even ten min in.... "turn the twat off".... just a little drip trying to be sexier than Attenborough was half a century back...but at least Attenborough avoided the look at lovely sexy Brian~me... on m,y load of expensive holidays cpurtesy of your taxpayer buck...where he has nothing new whatsoever to say especially when in a fuckin swimming pool pretending to be an astronaut...and YET AGAIN anthropocentrises with were the only ones in space which is simply not true.... viruses can c,ling to asteroids blasting off from planet Z and colonise the universe with Ebola,....and have been abnle to do that for a billion or two years....

 we ever so slightly twist the truth... but the endless crap man pinacle is simply garbage...

And personified by the fact that NO other creature is stupid enough to go and organise itself ("cojently") into one where average age of reproduction becomes WAY beyond that optimal, 14, when the DNA is nice and fresh and untroubled by errata in the photocopying....
Indeed passes average age of reproduction as double that optimal....it now being 30.

His truly fuckin horrid leer at himself in the camera lense.....
poor this generation gonna have him decades more planning to still be at it as Attenborough is 80 summat.... and worthy ofit.

Who, even if one were to sit through several hours of "Professor" everything is so pretitled by...of what exactly, his own fuckin trendy wardrobe?
so obviously chosen exactly for making him one of the guys.....

Will not say "there is that one diference [oh yes, what really fuckin riles is a I have many shelves of various theories on who exactly we are...it is the ultra dumbed down crap of "the latest final theory.." no there is no latest theory there are many competing none of which are ever going to be more than a guess... is that rapid change in weather made us what we are.... never mind the various other utter failures as in wooden arrows likely around many hundred thou years...except they rot...] ... which is that humanoids do live beyond their fecundity phase when almost all other beasts do...NOT...which makes us unique...so in fact it doesnt take much more common sense than even findfable in a primary that there will be an inate reason.... that as with most so called primitive societies it has been found.... older folk mentor younger ones....thats what we fuckin ARE!!!!! and that includes in the sac too....indeed read F Lucas Bridges its all there... old hag shags young man teaches him how to shag even younger babe and then old had gradually retires into background them looking after her while she does the cooking..... and also vice a verso!...and the youngers are always nice to the elders....cos they pass on their learning.... and do the babysitting"
WHich just like that weve sent to the recycliong bin.

which we sure...have.

Which brings us to three years......
Now I may listen to the wireless sometime sattentively....but I am no news junky. Indeed quite the opposite.

Inspired by ...what exactly? Little Miss exasperated... what can one say about real cause and effect? Not much as the phnoptype just is its all so unknowable....

three years ago I went walkabout.... busabout...cycleabout....
recording
Your "little people"
No plan, no intention ever to continue, and ideally not going very far....
But it is as if it has all come to me.......

The sad thing.
That sad thing.
With a few interesting exceptions, how your media   has truly rotten the brains of your people...
propogandised into fear and stasis, rotting.....
the basics of don't trust power, expect the inept ....
But in reality almost all behind the fraud of solidarity ... rabbits in the car headlights. Stuck.

Your radio news, your Farrage playing the sonnet of fear and the other. The fraud of me never buys the Torygraph ...except from the local garage as it was there......Did win. Long ago.
And no one actually takes the hand of younger people, unless for cash, and pension plan public service we as a society could never aford.... and puts up with their crap, compassionately understood as being injected in by their parents below their fingernails.... too effete to do owt else.
And your media....

But then waht do you expect, as long known, from the champions of anorexia and the fourtystoner in one bus
In one society ~ rampaging through.

Would not be able to let memories be.
What is perhaps our only truly interesting facet being that evolved by weird ole natural random selecting what works ..a bit....
until a big tsunami comes along and tells you youre a twat for not reevolving gills.

Much of literature, the sort you can trust unmitigated by modernism... reflects on how sharp the memory of the elder is. Ok we perevert some we all know that....
 especially memories of the pervert.
.... so  just when the fearmongers are to be

(oh yes...facts... having just rubber stamped 2 which will doubtless become 3 bil on DRONES.... ehh I think we can afford 1.7 on our treaty obligations...you really cannot have it both ways....chaps, as always... even if the wimmin are worse so i wouldnt go voting Green all the females they have colonised and expect any better)

the fearmongerts and monetisers.... will not celebrate yes how wonderful that those memories do swirl around, just this morning i was stood watching the sparrow having her daily bath in a rather shallow puddle
thought bub: "yes...how wonderful... how has that just resurfaced havent had time to recall that curious cultural prod for ..maybe 15 years.... aggh cant quite get him... Romany.. quite famous book... ehh.. Romany was he who became mainsytream...wandering.... writing...burrows was it..george...maybe....still one great book left to read must find now all the time in world....."
And best left til now too, because the great paradox of this culture is of course the HRA is a pretty fine thing and based on writing 2000 years ago or maybe older fine...
yet
No one wants Gyppos spat at or worse... but... well, talk about kinda dodgy stuff deep down
 I hadnt heard from the actual mouths of their descendents (of course "their" is s skitthe amount of screwing around the magnificent Bates H. E. got into his classic... by the gyppo man...I'm just as genetically gypo as them.... who this side of the county are so goddam supercilious in their victimhood its untrue)...
perhaps as perverted as the Jew...
of Israel taking it out on those to the West.
Yes ...settlements are the root....is theft dotcom....
And always will be,.
The land is the land.
Thank god I have none to covet and lust over.

hahh that reminds me.....

Gypsey men treat their women against HRA rules.  periopd. And get away with it. Anmd of course are romantiocised by the fetish that ten years ago has some Finian going on about Burrows George book being one ofthe great classics....

But despite knowing said Mick taking the mick.... (and rather more)

I listened....
And it came back...... despite them.

PC of course yes as long said... the enemy of human rights. But you have to live life to discover that for yourself.




I know there is something, but if there is any justice in her dreadful universe, most unlikely or are we their soap opera, on steroids ...
My lost one would one day have the notion implanted.... all that stuff ten years ago he started to instruct, that the dreadful Pole and her sad little mate who though tall and agressive desrves some compassion he having hios kids stolen from him 15 years back...by the usual combop of state that profits from the chaos and fatherlessness and nasty lying bitch of a mother....
so why should I be alowed to keep mine, I'll help you Aneta smash his fuckin face in...
your nice country.
And I posit almost standard behaviour in all classes, his underclass, to the pretend uppers.

No longer my problem, my last legal case finished.
One assumes.
(no, be strong, the actual last case is the man on disability, friend of friend, in fact netts far more than I... disability and greehouse operations.... "recreational" plants of course...yet I pay my own train fare go see his dreadful conceited setup almost designed to avoid the 4 kids he bleats day in and out he has unjustly been cut off from...
which is true on one level I have never seen such a dysfunctyional CACASS death sentence on a family
yet so easy to deal with so obvious an injustice
No one bothers with any more,...not even the melodramatic lower middle class dad)

Just writing about her future ~ so brilliantly described in one year several on from her ... and one back from now

Ehh where was i

Anmyway if the  great frauds in the sky ever finish their joke that justice is natural.... my little one will hear the whisper through the quantum perraps of it all one day many years hence.... : most of the old bugger's rather carefully and gently, with much love,  described contrary positions, indeed did turn out to be proven ..true

And that is all, that ever may define, winning.


Now, mentors....

and memories.
Of course America has had its moments

Even if based on the wrong interpretation of Dante

And if the rope must stay on a little longer, to keep out the din of the fidgeting.....

lets have some quality....


I know my real wimmin....
Which is the useful byproduct of a bit of DNA from a rather good fraudster....sat there so many years attempting to con everyone had a backbone, dabbling self reverentially in the lives of so many others....via her phone. Even ending up on a Samaritan phoneline the receiving end.... [the hilarity of that cann not be overplayed... ehh... guaranteed to have a low productivity rate, sending em over that edge...]Able to pay the large bill only by dint of loads of cash in a large safe piled up, hidden from the taxman....
and doled out by the ragheads....
My cross.... but a lesson nevertheless on what fraud means.

If one were to rate the greats, and the only perversion in the IS rating is relativity.... relative to (it's better on the version made on the bicycle the other day cycling along the very most lovely hidden byeway.... when eureka hit me in the gob.... but I ducked... sadly one of the few fabulous random meetings the last 6 mths was the woman Cycle safety officer paid for by Shropshire LA..cc... just about to cut her..."[VERY meek and mild middle aged lady]  I have come to a conclusion, even if I'm propogandised into having to spread the propoganda...in fact I do not believe cycle helmets are good for us, in the long run, taking all the facts of human stuff into account..." what  a babe! shame, smelly old bag, yes marginalised by UK society.... one even said to me recenty how we are invisible....well so be it...
In the parrallel universe her and I would have mated and Britain would be saying today, fine our turn... after all we being the most indebted and living on mountains of credit default for sure
CDFS
...will need it back soon. And more.

relatively, DH lawrence without any doubt gets a 2... which means very little really dodgy stuff in the bonce relative to ...blah di blah
Bates 1.... bizarrely as it is almost as if he is that dreadful old stiff upper unable to join in the dance... the gypsy romance

Which brings me back to. so..... the doctorts are to be incentivised to label memories as irretrievable which means of course there will be a whole new subgroup of label~lusters for disability cash subsistence ops.... more than the standard dole.
(I mean, even the Jewboy 50 years ago managed to get that one done forever... cant remeber which song was dribbling out from under the aprentices door the other day.... but "round here all they care about is every last monetisation of every click and last cent" WTE...)

But just takwe me, some life~event stresses, ok everyone else would'v ended up shooting themselves or on the funny pills.... by some, inate common sense.... too cowardly to give up, so, let it all process.....
which the guide books sort of suggest but always overcomplicate it all.....
simply put, all....can and must be...processed, that is the key to life you need no thyer other than don't hide from any ingredient or foul taste....
Openness, complete, absolute...all secrecy is vanity.
And having GCHQ access it all is fine, no one ghets this, it actually MAKES you a better person, it makes you THINK.... what should be. Period.
And at the very least put it in your emails and home movies.
And manifestas....
And play them some great tunes ....

And anyway what a tosser the whole Snowden generation.... Cubano a Cubano...face to face.... sorry, respect means, it should have been á
Even silly smart phones have an off switch.
(kaiser is my twin never mind his babe! she too takes the p..... As ive been doing SEVEN years.... my first oral blogging of all these smarties sure are making their heads fat! on my daughters life....!
she repeats!
fuckin hell it is paradise to hear all your many year radical words.... repeated......
when it was simply impossible

Courtesy of My cousin mentor.... Harry Hockenjos....


oh well had my ration of Miss Oggle and her misery intermittent bipolar whatever.....















É chÉ

(i have a plan...at last something worth sacrificing onesself for....all else so shabby)

Now, I had a curious and completely sincere hobby the 80's,,,very very quietly sat in a corner observing. Not really for anything. Except that perhaps I knew that those to whom I naturally gravitated, the GREAT small hippy festivals (Max 50 people no noise, a few spliffs, and great real chat, best if dank misty weather blanketing all the hoo hahh... which oldfashioned hippy fests specialised in, none at all, I wonder how I came to fund one by moped aged about 19...?? wonderful influences, quiet, sat there at the peacepipe, no way they would get on facebook that doesn't pay any taxes.... indeed not subversive at all, just REAL people with REAL Woodlanders~style simplistic common sense, and enough sense not to ever overdo the sensimillion...)
Following year in the restaurants of Cannes and my fave the more humble La Rochelle.... with the Arbitragiste... being as i used to sit next to him hold his hand as he toodled along in his small plane. He too recovering~alcy to ever trust himself...
Me too terrified of the truth to ever admit I'm just as dodgy and never liked my chosen vocation so couldn't take it seriously....but loved the view

I've been sat there in the corner of those whisky sodden large country houses, in the extremely privileged position of being the snake slithering through their closets, because ... "meet my little pilot man who flew me down .... he is the only person on this planet who I can't play games with....cos my life depends on him several days a week.....we can TRUST him...."
What a fuckin magic life to have stumbled into.
Especially the times Mr Big Swinger Master of The Uni...sat next to me as I blunder into a growler.... sweating blood. Not me I never really cared.
That is what happens when you are brought up all confused, til magically aged 30.... the switch is flipped over into reality... that love, the best being there will ever be,  is just enjoying little brats... at Kates screen or where ever...

(the  É means no one ever ever will ever again get to me......and its all a load of laughs....even if rather sad)
I have dined, even flirted with the trophy babes.... even been there as Blott attacks... (ohh that was the best fun ever when James Anderson M1 machinery gunrunner and ultra cunt .... had his gamekeeper who he pissed off.... by his english arrogance.... sneak back into his old employers garden at night and pour diesel over his perfectly manicured castle front lawn.... the shape of a dick and two bollocks....

pity he hadn't the artistic skills to haveit inserting the floosie I would fly up behind his Mrs back...

Anderson would flout in front of us all like some.....dot dot

I quietly said nowt.... but your own live version of Blott...is of course just a gift.

Simply put, Pilger changed lives, by summarising what a few knew. Even if more than just a few I mean for a shy and insignificant little turd like me knew.... well.
And Loach gave an extremely good version.

Propaganda..... the English disease, on goes THE ROPE... fuck this is fun..... just like that, as if dropped off the astral magic carpet at my feet....
All I ever needed to fix the DNA ....


Propaganda, now 'm no leftie reactionary I just know how utterly BORING these Masters of the Uni are...and that their propoganda sucks... because in fact even Loach too silly to know... ehh.... they couldn't organise a piss up in Gleneagles....
Most of them have too many weird schitzoid tendencies ever to follow anything through ....
And most indeed alcoholics or the new sport even more boring....cowardly recovering

the one subgroup of female I never even looked twice at.... even if  afew looked twice my way....some tart appended to some philanderous Master....
Cos they're even more boring than the rest....
never even had a wank with one of them in mind.


Thing is though, clearly, even if I somehow Missed the Loach .... I took to my own, the McPhilemy....

And i shall not embed as link hoping that you are put to the effort of cutting and pasting or is that copy and paste




Indeed apart from a bit of silly James Bond mixed in with the flavour of psycho that very few European States manage even a half hearted reproduction of.... DNA is after all innit....
And the fundamental constituents take 100s of years of being a nation of fuckin shopkeepers.... and petit bourgeoisie the likes of Flaubert could only dream of....

 (by the way, I don't give a shit if you don't get the following..... how truly enjoyable it is to sit at the keys [quite a few still stick thats my only disability cant get through..... which will make me appear to have a high intellectual spasticity rating....but I know ....its low]
just .... weave, sail the choppy waves...bobbing up the surf..... and 

sort of not even planning the cliff edge of what punch line will smash through the windowpane like the drone wish sure as dead ferrets are fine trophy pelts....
pelt you into oblivion before you even know it is her...strapped to the one bit of tech...[even if invented about 40 years ago by the toymakers...just about sums it up really] which will i guess change it all... the mind.....
cos fear of the ever present threat of that drone sneaking round the door jamb's....gonna freak out humanity....
(made in wales by the way.....typical of their sneaky ways...unlike the FINE Fiennian who at least tried....)

propaganda.... the last bastion of a tyrant who knows that it became perhaps a few hundred years ago what the rest of time is gonna be about....

Right up FULLest vol..... 

You are there, his flab....

(what was that joke yest... oh yes....what kind of fuckin country gives you a tax breakl at work for losing weight....starve the fuckin lot espesh fatties on the radio.....
You are only allowed to be fat iof you are from Tennessee....
And have his spirit
(my plan by the way...... che caprice....
due a rather fine BBd qwireless show only so because
they had to let the people speak....
even if only on the dognbone
Cuba....
I mean what BRAVERY.... to blog about the tyranny
and it costs you a fuckin fortune to get through the non~communist blocks on IP and everything else
what a fuckin artist
(name to be entered later rather busy with the fly swatter of late)
But my ambition
get to him..... debate over real wimmin [they say the whores of Havana are]..
teh odd scotch...
No matey you got it ALL wrong.... you have to simply bring out what is GREAT...
I mean you said it
Cubano á Cubano (now that is how you spell respect, my Spanish is poor but even if it doesn't have the little slanty slash... its my version of the Nobel...bothering to get it out of the other page....respect..forever....and the real man they leave him alone, even the tyrants know ... a man)

face to face.....

And their laughter is of course..real.....
because they have no mediator
no imagining they will be able to type their way to overthrow, or haul[over, twats]...Raoul and them all....

He needs to know, keep it as it is... with a few tweaks....
We do not hear of the Cubano unabomber or headchoppers...
or popgunners...
(ok maybe they get sat on but)
Doubtless the Cubanos... haven't heard either

the fighters, the sons and ...(well no, Birgit et al just as fraud as ever) ...
The ones who thought time to stick their finger up
drag it across the dawn
and point .....at

As soon as it all went online, the forums the petitions the twats....
It all failed
It turned into not only a slanging match between fellow footsoldiers
and multiple petitions one or other arsehole setting a third up without talking with the rest of us
diluting
and the simplest obvious business of all you cannot be ally withouit seeing the colour of her eyes
smelling if she sweats or
maybe is ....(fill in later)
and they got everyones IP addresses too......

I mean to say.....

But the most important bit of fun ever..... even if of course just like alll  Internet fora and gatherings....ultimately as imaginary as money is, in technical terms.

Quite clearly to a thinker the truly interesting Tory conspiracy as grand as a maybe one by Maggie's mates and Mr Mates back then to smear poor Ted (rather good chap history will state) .. then Harry...

It is quite clear (Mr kaiser this week "real inflation 11 percent.."...well i said it a LONG fuckin time ago and without reading anyone elses economic analyses I just ...KNOW....)
that that whole propaganda machine ...4 or 5 years back I would bet 6 or 7....

"so, if we get in, even if we has become them and us really all the same old schools and tie up the tarts the only way we gettit up....
as it is all CDS proxy Fannies May fuckup once again
ad inf...
complexity they preach at Harvard
as how to fuck the pleb
PR... "fiddling the figures such that we create a cast iron grand illusion we are gonna be its the economy stupid richer than ever especially than any of those dreadful nigger ItIs or Krauts or Froggies...."

And as this blog points out in its own sweet freebird way.... cos freedom really does alow you to think....
they did... a fab job!Bravo.....
And the thinker~me well... maybe as in the Loach film points out... maybe the nasty Tories even have their Machiavellian point... murdering loadsa innocents keeps it all stable
We don't want any truth destabilising.....

But having conned the markets that the figures are good.....

you really cannot complain, if the Euro bosses quite rightly say, the rules are...the deal is....
the rich pay  alittle more

You really cannot have it both ways.....
I think that's in about all the laws of physics, nature, this and likely every other universe.....


But then, every "civilian" in UK Ive dealt with the last half a decade.... seems to think they too can ... be entitled to both....
and stories are best when they are about little folk.... round and about

May indeed be Dickensian metaphor for the whole boring pants.....

(please do NO share this blog..... let us pretend there is a reader, and Blott we know is on a rather cheap [I am allowed to say this as Ive lived there some time, Central and Eatstern Europe is simply so cheap {nasty version, i.e. they have brains but bring everything down to the last avaricious little cent they can fuck you over for...believe me ive even worked there when they were meant to be young nice all gaily trotting ionto the great new dawn..no moneygrabbing victim cunts almost one and all..cos they had the worst of Yankee telly piped in..to train em}

THE great artwork, Kraut hero... the only sexy UK acress who meant it....Geraldine.....
Ive been getting on freeze~frame....
the Ruskie server she is on for free maybe so cheap that ... well, do NOT please take up yet the aforementioned recomendation....
cos your trafic is in my way
I just wanted one simple pleasure.... and she keeps getting stuck.....

Conned the markets, pay the fuck up..... and what'll we have now years to come whingeing Sun and Mail and all the other rubbish unchanged since the Pre~Flaubertian Berties who rampaged a bit like Jim Christie....
The Farragiste phenomenon....is nowt new.








You can't have it both ways...dotcom

Now, if one were to produce a lesson on a few aspects to Britain which the post Apocalyptic historians in a few decades may use as the basics, hopefully my little one will be there, would have been trained up as a fine  leftie grow~your~own~jockstraps Marxist (which of course is not possible to define in one sentence so red in the bed is far simpler).. to influence society in some useful way. So we need proxies being as thankfully my life will be curtailed.... and I do my parenting properly, absolutely never giv upedly...

Bizarrely (I am enjoying collecting the very very few simple references ~ especially when, almost hidden? which sort of sums up how successful the propaganda is, has been, is... ) right out of left field, like the bullets they put in the brains of folk they didn't like, then blamed it on the IRA...

there is a piece of the culture which, being fairly sceptical about the state, long knowing Britain is a sugar soaked rather silly version of the human....
And of course always weird about sex, which becomes so apparent even drunk asleep in a hire car under the Arc de Triomphe having a pathetic desperate session with a yank

I missed something that surely I should have been made aware of by Time Out or some other organ of the sane,ish..(then, quite sure that's been metrosexualised into fuckin victim society for cash when a child is a gift no matter who sires it.... 400 grand! ... )

Now, please do not think that such screen shots of this and that are "me". I am scholarly, take a book and hide up in the hills away from anyone who may even be calm enough to write the things, and josh with it, internally. And only use authoritative posh voices like Pilger, who as it happens clearly also do the work, and also put their work in half decent references/ attributions/ footnotes.... dated and data... whereas of course virtually every blog or American cannot manage that.

(oh yes, this post was going to be called Che
No, make that ChÉ (now that is a big deal, you usually have to imagine the accents.... even if I can't be bothered to find small e and accent her..)

ChÉ Caprice....

But that title has three levels and no one would for a second figure them and furthermore it refers to nothing previously referred to in any subtle quadruple bypass around the roundabout into an entendre steak and chips.

the É is rather significant though, it means I will take the time to apply even more care to the very DNA of this material ...to quote every ignorant under 50~something commentator or pundit.. and they bare, because of course it isn't even about the DNA it is about the phontypical expression of a LOAD of holistic everything what actually happens... DNA masy as well not even be there...indeed DNA is like a metaphor for your crass society, DNA could be thought of as "common sense" like almost everyone would agree with certain simple absolutes, dont put children in cauldrons, make inner tubes so they may last more than a few weeks, if cash is involved all women lie, all, animals communicate in very sophisticated ways which PROfessor Brian will never fathom...
Or let us keep it simple, common sense is that one society may be a little better off now...but later on when it is less well off it will put its cap out to the EU and take its turn...

Common sense is like DNA .. there in the deepest downest background ... but all sorts of other factors many we will never for even a nerdosecond figure... what the presnt moment in time expression becomes... hence it actually cannot be argued as "expression"... it is all indeed a rather large malarkey, or bowl of cherries.

And the crassest dumbing down of (particularly UK which thinks sounbytes are forever now our DNA when acvtually plenty of European socioeties still work on the tyrants having long diatribes their plebs love...)
society is when silly young comentators use the acronym they could never for a moment understand...

But the É represents the fact that not one of the many hecklers the last five years - the real king and queen of them all, 2013... even sneaks in below my chastity belt...
Not one, has for a moment stolen anything from me.... Though so many think they have!

Anyway lets get to the point just in case.... Now Im safely ..well...

How did I miss thr fine Mr Loaches rather subversive little number 1990...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSkajzXO44o
(shame he lost his marbles and disses his doc strars as crims 2012 ish when he knows full well the fit up can be supremely all powerful

 Mix it with ...now this guy does personify the problem, he is very good, I admire his undestanding... even if he fails on onme fundamental, please do stick the words in "to any careful scholar of even mainstream books and some media for twenty years NONE of what I report on will be any surprise and i do not have any copyright on it"
But really, don't ... don't make it so HARD for the dumbed down... you have to insert simple ENGLISH accent explanations of "derivative" CDSs even alogorithm.... indeed with Pilgeresque care...
otherwise fab.... "bubbliscious" ...even if I have 100 (no lie) far better crap new words...
But we have known all this TWELVE years....
there is nothing new in here so be humble!
And dont fuckin bleep.....

http://rt.com/shows/keiser-report/198164-episode-670-max-keiser/

TBC inamin








Wednesday, 22 October 2014

but sadly.....

even when two...well three really... town councillors say uncontionably utterly unmistakenly..... and they know who I am... .. "get them out there and ... fill em up...and charge.... and if fat Terry gets run over en route
he needed overthrowing anyway....charge! do it.... take down the county seat...!
(in public)...
I'm afraid with the only national illness I know that of conceiot, main symptom phones and backs.... and doin nowt ...
guess it will stay in the museum
I know no one who would even remember to oil it properly prior the "adventure" as any countryman may by default....... just a load of whingeing townies really should fuck off back there....





indeed....what a palarkey, 4 ...and a


And where is my Camus.....

perhaps there should be an addendum. So funny they can't even get the basic translation points agreed on....so why bring a prat like Pinker in.

let me tell you what the definition of becoming oblivious, to all..... and you have simply no idea how '13 exemplified 03...thru 14.... but it will not '15...never ever again.... does one person get in my head... said with a hahh...as if still stood pondering Pinker in the perfect wind, just yesteraft...

And the proof, every single one of a good billion odd bytes, and that even includes the recordings down there in the innards of the batphone...
With a great woman, well we shall let her be.... even if hmmmm....
Because well charities are allowed to be a bit fluffy.
The problem.
However I mean my compliments and she's had the best for years.
Every single ridiculously complicated bit of software that hides things to be backed up somewhere as weird as the whole of Briish society prods and pokes but never jumps off the fence and sticks one into the ballbreaker stood there snorting at....their children.
As I am proud to do many a day in and out.... it is called the dirty work, not even that dirty...but so so boring it is untrue.
But then no one else will do it...and make sure its dun perfick, like...always.

But then you have to have your hobbies too. Mine has become, lessonplans, stories.... to be shared. And theres a hell of a lot of sneaky little bytes trying to evade big brother ....
But big bro if he's got his marbles lined up ready for the enloading.... will make sure like Silas every single one is shiny silver, carefully stowed beneath the hearthstone....
twice
cos we all know what the upper middle classes did to him.....

Sadly I haven't met any though for a long time...plenty of pretenders. Desperate pretenders....
hate me of course xray specs.... nothing conceited...just experience. Hmm wish i had a project worth putting standard straightforward ordinary mixed shopping basket, of experience into... that may actually make a dif...

(smileyfaceything.....sweet, nice try...making a point? ..Sergeant major?! .....other people's data, i never usually would sneak a peek..... not my thing....ever.......but well the producer should enjoy his creation...)

"loving you for what you're not..."
never mind mean what you say
I don't think I had ever the time to notice....

hahhh....close to the rope but,

the paradox is that knowledge leads to too much conflicting knowledge becoming so complex people just trade on the complexity
same with democracy

And as for capital ...
paradoxically the Euro~rat Draggi (isist?) ,,,he is the great capital man, follows the rules, even if by stagnating into stasis.
the economists of 1915 would be proud of him. But did the reinvented rules make him obsolete or the saviour? Both. But you cannot have both at the same time. Or maybe you can.

hahh it came back..... all those years, propogandised into not really being sure, who causes recessions, even if I am thoroughly in favour. Creative disgrowth.

 wouldn't ever buy the rubbish..... the rag that pretends to be rational and ascertain the affluenza causes to their daily ration of doom....
And takes loadsa wonga to advertise it all full page or so glossy.

never mind stand up for all the moaners and those whom state the state will be mum and dad rather than the Post office Queue...

Never really trusted the "left" with the cash as we have all been so propogandised into believing...

me, completely disagree with a big fat lazy ineficient state...as I know how dreadfully ineficient beyond acedie it is...or rather it's people are....
But lets get the facts straight aout who is or is not to blame.

And then there is Max... 
In reality, even if it is both, have a real free market, but control it with the tightest communist iron fist... 

Which really takes us into the new territory of post capitalism communitariat ... endless fiddling.

But there is one thing for sure, notions of Russell standing silently outside the polling station. Is not the way.... 
because as yet especially online, there really isn't any other way.

Max is as much commie as the commies his land were obsessed with shutting up a long time ago.

Even if rather fab.



Anyway where was I.... time to build from scratch the other empires which have been built with integral security ..... keep the curious reader ...out.



So, the sweet is launched....
I have spent money.

Life is something that happened whilst you are busy making other plans.....as the dreadful man said. hahh ...nearly...nearly coming back

"art" .. a word  have always despised.... a born ascete... I know why. The man with the beret. Funny thing is I have found another in some ways like him. Just down in Middle Paradise...

Art, of course is the problem word, because (a rare useful radio bit of help, funny thing is got there earlier the day myself, which is weirdly as regular as my firm early morning poo...no blood, no sludge... just great healthy ecosystems, no drink antibodies cos it is silly to kill yourself as I knew 40 years ago.....and it does ) ...

Anyone can create art, well many.... I always resisted, but just like everything else, it is that authority, from being there, being some personality who locks horns with the powers that be....in one way or other.
And one has to be able to fake being proto~uppermiddle class.... or you rarely get your dues.

But what sort of day will it be when one awakes to prod the embers into life, a life of Lewontin, into Rose, Kamin, Moynihan, (ehh we will ignore Mr too~much~neocon Ridley and that brigade)  ... and their rather busy but ungraceful adopted baby Goldacre.... which simply proves I don't have any mental blocks...
only to hear, we've been towed 3000 miles Westward ho.... just like that...  as even Mr Rather wonderful

Keiser Report

(that should be in the blue of his font, reminds me, is this in blue god i hate blue.... time for a retrofit methinks...now i CAN think...)
 
http://rt.com/shows/keiser-report/

which of course proves the point, our children for many years are fed by the bond markets (funny money, real money is pension/richgit cash invested in say building walled gardens (by horse and cart, local stone pickaxed and sledgehammered out by disabled people on the chain gang please, because I  can guarantee that fibromyalga, sciatica [i had a few years and self cured by:], ME, almost all forms of mental rumpus  so that one's veggie operation , sleep problems.... are all made much better (otherwise known as irrelevant) after a jolly good day breaking through the pain barrier at which point the body gradually reboots into how it is, or you would say should be...

So if kids are fed by the bonds... why rather than some endless dreadful girly, usually 25ish...on £200 an afternoon, ehh only one..or two...
thats the main prob
Going in to schools going on about one new aunty bullying or sadness PPE or whatever the endless gravy train that moulders away before it even gets to the pie..

I am quite sure, that if young adults do not have the first idea about what "bonds" are...for, yet they may just perceive they almost exist by the fantasy of them....
that causes internal footstamping...which is what your depression" is....

Anyway....as Lewontin and then all the Als... instructed us, yes us.... (knowing his own citizens arent going to listen) ...
bring cash incentives into anything, and the reasearch can be perverted....

which is a predictable, very, daily tongue pull at Ms Montagu.... [yuck.. the pain, no gain either]

I'm leaving a country where doctors are paid for anything directly as the national conversation which artists were the leaders in and if they don't admit it their fuckin liars

But what is far moreinteresting and you won't do the work, I will.... Mr K... if you sit back and listen to the lacunae ...
which is the right usage, and if for years Ive deliberately miss used a word, say addendum... know its a bit added rather than erata.....
But it is art. period.

And just like with much art you only read this as you are an ignorant philistine, but are curious about me. Fair deal, ok, compact clear...
(that's why they all commit suicide, I tell you there is only one of a few redline sadnesses, Ive had a neighbour, whom ... you wake and hear that he took his own life with bedsheet in this ghetto of skivers and slobs...and that's the officers, who couldn't even spell your basic human rights......why of course he took his life.... ending your life in a British prison cell late at night, not even a manly peg up in the roof, just a slip of nylon cutting into your neck, your body dragging on the window slat, you cannot even get a dignified clear drop... essentially hung self on a wall fixing.... is true sadness. One of only a few I know... and I bet its got a lot to do with the wordo~fascistas who...invented the word compact, to throw at the poor inmate at every turn of the corridors.... TBC later)

so what's the law? do you get extradited for one link..or does it have to be a packet

http://nasharit.ru/video?name=Blott_on_the_Landscape_(1985)_1_part&site=vk&oid=221388227&id=165726665&hash=a823ecba530cabba
"And in return, I expected certain due...tees..."

hahh hahhh....
Which is a lesson to onesself (the acolyte never got it of course that Rita is only there to make an example, a teaching op...)
Having many a time on the rareish event (all one would wish, need) that one is so bored, and has a reliable connection or machine available... had a bit of a short meander looking for what may have been if one's memory serves.... a rare bit of truly inspirational telly...
Blot
"poor Blot, doesn't seem to have his rightful place in history.. all those copyright obsessives...
"Reggie, Wolfie... excellent training videos..... but you do need some real sexy fun on your downtime... an ever sharper poke up the bum..."

FF a year....
Sadly the lessons nowadays only online....so the grasshoppers won't sense the mentor's gentle ironic bash of his own head.
Fuckin....Blott!



Turn the b*** off.

How quiet.... how, apt... Not that one believes in any fate or signage.

But what a waste of an hour.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014


hahhh.... I had a dream

you can see it..... be so.


But as with all monsters..... you will have to artisan the muzzle..... None of my biz whether you pet it, or whip it into biting you.....
All I know, I ground the teeth well into the sharpest points.... how to bite Mr 2013's arse .... is nothing for my movie.... mine ends the wolf standing up after falling into the river, and shaking it all off warm and dry

please forgive me father....

(bartons)
Now... (not me) .... so there you are, a decade even....
just working through... the father, me the lucky one, mine pops his cloggs bang on schedule three score and ten...to the day.
Had his allowance... and most would agree well over bearing in mind the amount of scotch.... and pretending.
No hard feelings.

A decade of wondering, even in these apparently ultimately testing moments, those moments where you don't get media on your side, because there is nothing to report.... just the ordinary downsizing, a silly new word for sacarfice, in perhaps relocating elsewhere the madwooman's dun a runner... doing a Silas and having to begin again from scratch, no references...no customers... no allies. Just start again ... up the valley from where your children have been moved to... hahh what was his name the big big man I sat next to in a kangaroo court ~ big judge, real toughguy judge...
scowling
But he couldn't give up his Southern box, plumbers fancy van... any of it even if he pretended to be angry.. the anger of course deep inside at himself, what he could not be... just a normal father making a bit of a sacrifice in a trudge over to some other camp his blood's been kidnapped into...

A decade wondering, how normal is this? Entirely alien to me, but .... what's the truth below the twatter?
And then....
  The place one would last want to be even if fabulous free lunches and European youth chat...saves the day... the place one would most expect to find, the definition of dad... solidarity~dad... just nice dad been made humane by dint of being dad...
philosophical
Not a thief, you cannot be thief when you have the moral guidance within of a kid nearby

Turns out.... maybe no coincidence I come in the fatmans fabulous words, the very place you needed to be.
Because if you will find no peacepipe around a common bonfire there.... you know. ou know that the words British and father.... do not go together the way they may and will, the whole other rest of the project.

And from one year so curious...we haven't got to Anna and the Shade ...yet...
hahhh you go search it...
"[ so great the human touch, will never be forgot... too long no touch, real reason to stay in Europe...Southern... they touch you when you speak ... none of that personal space....
blah blah....
hand on... ass ... arm...grip hard when you mean it].... that's why we met!....no I had not heard of this book...but I know who it is about..."
That's one hilarious year.....
But then the 13th year....
Of course it all comes true.... all. seen from inside....
 the best nanoview you could wish... every particle under the magnifier....

saved
for
yoo

But it matters, for the simplest 'twilleverbe...reason. No nasal implants nor CBT ...will ever replace the most fundamental necessity for life.... because as sure as blooded ferrets are....
It will get a little hairier....and to navigate the rumpus .... you need to have your head together, and at least kinda be up front about just a little of what you want.
And the child brought up without a reasonably straightforward and dedicated, particularly assertive says what he means, dad.... or other really great constant Gardner[worth his cap...berret actually].... fabulous role model of the mankind variety....
No matter how much fatty batman gellish pretends is otherwise...
Is never really going to settle.... into figuring out what they've been up to many millennia... figuring right and wrong... the grown up version.





I'll tell you what misogyny is.....


Back some months: outloudthoughtbubble: ... hahh hahh [nice sort of Tim Curryesque deep laugh with a much better mic so it ain't too scary for the assumers]...eureka, that's it even if it takes time and maturity to come to the obvious conclusion,

A fine father.... brings his elves up to understand the culture...... cos some things  will last forever....

You think I'm prejudiced.... even if the other day the IS rating was invented [whilst moving] ...it may be a measure of spasticity....
Nothing to do with emotional anything...

But it's nothing to do with lost limbs or those that just may.... in time be regrown...or fixed
(ENGLISH brains! ... )

SO lets just say you have some crazy plan, like ehhrr so impossible it's .... along the lines of the BBC shoots all the way, aims for the pinnacle of objective, sane, unanthropocentric and narcissistic reportage on the state of things thought.... science if you wish....
On the business of who we were...
And you end up in the valleys of Brian Cox's sea supercilious fuckin slime filled cracks that are his made~forTV~smile....

Some time ago it occurred to me, how sad life is....
ohh how sad this is giving things away
When we have the ultimate in being bored of wimmin and their malarkey in the endless palaver song.....

And you just wanted to meet, one....whom ...well, was up to it. Even if across a dock or the the other side of the curtain....
You really do! really do...really.....do... want to laugh about the icon of managing to measure up to his so spat out words.... enjoy her. tell your grandchildren about her over a brier pipe one hand holding you up the mantelpiece clenched by the palm
"just to think of her makes my knees go even wobblier....and she's in that song, idiot, so I'm not the only one who met her....except I'm far more ingenuous than the forever insecure Yid... [who wouldn't be...].....me I celebrate her magnificence [there would be an opera character inserted if i were educated but...sadly no time for every thing... the way the pastiches of proto~her.. just end up a waste of precious time...angel"

But no

No

Not a hope in hell.... I think we can hold the literary establishment of the silly 1800's resp but ...


Anyway, aim for the real key to evolution, Cox could never other than too blind to see... there certainly is no goal, no plan, no blueprint, and that monsters created by a bit of natural selection, by chance....
And that happen to become Mohamed Buddha Christ and all the other made up icons of the pinnacle in existence.... are random by dint of which one got the nuke or masskiller~drone first
randomly... in nett effect...
just luck....
simple
And yet systems so complex that no human brain will ever be able to figure out whether or not Dodo tripped by some inherent "unfitness", or was pushed....

lets say one was going to go for two firsts.... how do you sell it? the q of the age....

But as ...well something interesting I will never know of....is my witness....

I would have this, every Dawkoparticle.... must not be changed...... not one shimmer of fabric rustling against another So, now three years..... but it is just about one ....ends with three ...rescued, saved, and treble backed not up you can never trust UP....





hidden in the floor of the hobbithole....

Anyway technology is the very last thing in the world to care about.... rubbish in...
lies and PR out

And sadly seems to be the same for almost all wimmin except my Queen ..

But we must not forget him.....you see, he...created (as much as any cause and effect selection can be ever said to be ascertainable...) ..... his monster, her
And I take care of mons...never blame them.... even if you may just a bit as medicine

Yes...him....lovely grant~aided but fucks off twice a year to the sun on the grant money rather than spend it on the primroses...him..... and then there is a second him.
From 2013....

I quite like wimmin, was overjoyed when my descendant was confirmed as one.... but I don't like men setting bad examples to them.


Anyway if one were to be going all the way.... A, kinda all....

If i could get something like this...into parliament.....
I would....
because well I kinda like parliaments.....


And culture was there for a reason....not to pervert but inspire.

But, don't be satisfied with just one impossible dream..... to put the "T"'s backs up..... 1 1/2 years...to make it two.










Little Miss.... (shoot for the...hmm what exactly?)

All these silly words, misanthropy, misogyny....
(hahh do they get spelt correctly first attempt.... could i be bothered to press the ABC icon....

Monday, 20 October 2014

palarkey 2

just a quickest notion into temporary title....
that curiously works video
unlike the £1.50 mic... but that doesn't matter it's the taking part that counts.

And being ready...not just there.





loud noises are one thing....  but it is the several days ago quiet moment ... realisation...i forgot... 'tsas if three years it takes to get back ... to just one's long held simplest routines, that mean you know even if anyone else may laugh.... you won.

so, a dear a female dear...

ONE OF MANY DOT COM
ACC CAP now, at last... there will indeed be all the time in the world....
Pride requires all and any task taken on be it a job or voluntary.... to be always like the garden shed cleaned, done properly. No matter what the outside madness.
The earlier not~done~properly....as in a few too many photos went and put themselves up here, is just to remind myself of two or three reminders.
You see perhaps it can be brought down to one smallest footstamping: "I asked only one thing, that as we as a species have had to be rather preoccupied with for the last two deacdes so it ain't as if it's exactly anything new.... that little machine got that little charger cable plugged into it.... "

hmm well that i guess is one way around their inability to ever make it simple (hmm this morn, if one needs another, just to show up the rediculous little children of webworld.... the traveller in a bit of a flap~ a standard thing, communications most matter when we may depend on them for our very soul... and Google makes it too complicated to have thought of everything such as like Mr Obama's credit card is declined due underuse, the account may have to be verified if used abroad and that is done by a mobile which one may not want or be ale to have on.
That bit doesn't matter as all is closed down.

everything I do is so easy even a 12 year old could understand it, In fact my ten year old did, on the way home one winter evening trundling along in the battered old farmers~car, peugeot, uice~age~proof when they all drive you so mad you ain't got a bean left for yet more antyifreeze... rescue mission, gang of two:  "so dad... why isn't the mum required to do half the shutlling~the~kids from The Isle of Wight, up here... she ran off, she has access to money, and it is after all  2009, and even I know what fair means..."

Just remeber, that moment, not that will never forget them....that one request, made some time in the last two years.
  
Because every single damn point is proven. It matters. And it matters more than anything else ~ certainly more than any saving face, image, pretence.... (on the behalf of the rest of humanity) ... (lunchbreak today with my fave senior social worker...she sort of gets it, 'ts all  so utterly impossible these days, so many mothers [we met over one] lash out in such a nasty way at their infants, even here...  [no pressure on anything really] ... and as for any coupkle being able to even fake a peace treaty for the kids sake....forget it. All nowadays have the same boring reprise, chorus... all seeing eye whereby they know, you know.... no I cannot ever make peace with my ex....s.he's the worst in the world...a logical impossibility of course...)

And it is all quite simple, all such minor trauma, knocks a kids internal systems, so out of phase.... they simply mayn't get back to anything you may call ordinary, stable, not to humpty dumpty.... until well well into middle age..if at all.
And don't tell me we're all so spectacularly princessly meedialy diferent.... patterns are simple enough if you have no reason to be not entirely objective, and the common sense not to trust anything especially ones own opinions... until years and years prove the theses..

It has been worth at least trying.

But that is not why I am here.  am here only because.... hahh what a gift of a year. No one would believe. Every bit of weave loosened and then recycled into something far more colourful, vibrant...
No one will believe the year 2013. Mr Churchill did not say, it is how the failure is worked back into the success of just managing to live the decades....
wHICH MAKES MAYBE THE MAN.
ACCETY CAPITOLS...

And the year, all..... when I may have even lied before it may be.... when it wasnt...a whole big fat year....
what was that, the definition of winning, no matter how much flak... write down and cross check.... fourty two thousand...two hundred and twenty four...files....
Three friggin nonstop days at 2 speed.... (The RedtopLady came through just when she is needed for one grand last act.... NO fucking giving up no matter how committed...)

But not only one...backup... because you cannot trust...any thing..... ever.

(How interesting, a little time with the other Mayor of the locality "Indeed I was an ergonomist [infil bit] ..." " hahh so it wasn't only me who KNEW that all the rediculous wanky design heralded the last few decades Ive had to bore myself reading in Gorniad or say even Time Out... was a fuckin joke.... backwards rubbish... pants...you buy a new usb 3 memory pan and it doesnt even fit two by two into the average pair of slots.... fuckin wank.... "
"But it is our fault.... they think design  is something you're good at just because your LGBT or young and have a silly expensive haircut...no one was their wise elder
"just as ... they will never listen to the plug instructions.... because they cannot, the sound of trauma or even confusion~ which COULD be put right.... if parents didnt run away to balmy coasts (UK),  echoes for decades.....and blocks so much out....even from the (officially) fine mind...

Why, 2013.... must all, absolutely all.... be told. No one else gets a look in... even if it may be about them....for now, at least.

Now, at last... three years....I can, relax.

Not only do the Krauts have no public service strikes becauase ordinary workers are on the fuckin DIRECTOR boards ... to balance the bollox...
Nor loads of nasty fascist Farrages around and about so said for the SAME reason (i.e. they are  acommunist socialist republic, and accept the traveling needs of their citizen~brothers) ... so they don't need to run away from Europe crying...
Into Nige's rather dodgy financial black hole, and that's just his own party finances....
They have by far the best versions too.

shame they didn't invent the internet too then it may be far simpler....and work. And be a fabulous graceful experience... never mind a tool hammered into one for peace.




































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